A House of Hopes

“Brick, cement and wood, can only be a piece of art but never called a home until we don’t dress it with emotions and love” said my grandmother, the time when I was about to start my new life. My wedding is an arrange type. I have to fly from Pakistan to London, a whole new world. I had been advised from the every member of my family what to do and what not to do.



It took about 8 hours to reach London airport, and an hour more to reach my new home. During the journey I had been thinking, thinking and thinking about a fairy life like in novels and stories. A perfect happy family tied in a bond of Love and togetherness. I know nothing but flooded my mind with random thoughts. I was so confused and perplexed about the new beginning.


During the whole journey my eyes were kept gazing my hands. And I heard a voice in car “only 15 min and we will be in home”. My breath turns so fast even I can hear the sound of my pulse. And few minutes later car stop. My door was open and I stepped out from the car. The grand, impressive and a luxurious wooden house in front of my eyes___ my house or a home, nothing, it’s my dream. I took a step towards the welcome door; no one was present there to welcome me. The very first time my heart shattered. My mother-in-law and everyone was in their room, only a house maid was there to guide me. I came into my room, and change my dress. I came out in the balcony and saw new crack of dawn, with the emptiness of warmth. This is only a building with DO NOT DISTURB broad. Everyone have their own life and set of rules. My big home turns into a hollow, empty vessel in which I can only hear my own voice.

"~*My HeArT BrEaKeD*~"

What is life? How it works?

I am always haunted by such questions, because I never found the right answers. It was said that when everyone says you are wrong then fault must be located in you. Same in my case I always try not to hurt someone but for good fortune everyone got hurt. And for my astonishment they were hurt from such acts which I did in their favor.


Why relations became so complicated? Aren’t they supposed to help, understand, and value you? So, why no one show elasticity?


 I hate the feeling of depression but when I got depressed I took long time to be normal. But few days ago I was hurt from someone I loved, I care and I value most in my life.



I always thought if you want to have a healthy life do all that good with others what you want for yourself, not being selfish but being caring.





Alas! I found I am an unbearable negative person on this earth. “A selfish, self-centered, egoistic and stubborn girl”. perhaps this may be true because other may know you better then yourself.


May be I never know why people broke hearts? what kind of satisfaction they would found? I never know either why I am always wrong_____but the only fact i know about this life is "life can never be a bed of roses". and life can never drive you the way you want and above all life is not about EXPECTATIONS.


The beautiful Qoute I read few days ago;


"you have only two options in life



1: accept
2: change


so try to accept what you cant change


and try to change what u cant accept"


and i guess i have only one option Accept wether its good or bad.:)

creative work

This cupboard mosaic is made by PISTASHO shells and PUMPKIN shells

By: Sheeza(myself)

Decades of the dupatta

 When adorned by Fatima Jinnah, the dupatta was a symbol of modesty.

By remaining covered with a dupatta during her political campaigning, Fatima Jinnah set a trend among women politicians that continues to the present.

Begum Rana Liaquat Ali Khan draped dupattas with a unique elegance.

A newscaster in the 1970s goes on air with a dupatta, but doesn't cover her head (left); Pakistan's first female Major General, Dr Shahida Malik, wears a dupatta as part of her offical uniform.

Benazir Bhutto the ex-prime minister of Pakistan

The Pakistan Women's National Guard uniform incorporated a dupatta in the late 1940s, but it was nothing more than a sash across the torso.

The airhostesses of Pakistan's national carrier, Pakistan International Airlines, haven't always donned a dupatta.

In 1966, the uniform for PIA airhostesses, designed by Paris-based fashion sensation Pierre Cardin, also included scarf-like dupattas over graceful tunics.

Pakistan's fashion designers have long grappled with the politics and symbolism of the dupatta.

The uniforms of PIA air hostesses have incorporated dupattas in a variety of ways, reflecting the socio-political environment of the time.

For the average Pakistani woman, the dupatta remains an essential and practical component of her daily outfit, the traditional shalwar kameez.

 

 

New research for weight loss........miraculous YOGURT

While some calorie-conscious people may drop dairy products when they're dieting, a new study suggests this strategy could backfire.

 Research presented this week at the Experimental Biology conference reveals that yogurt may help turn up the body's fat-burning ability ? making it easier to lose fat while maintaining lean muscle.

The new study ? presented by Michael Zemel, Ph.D., professor of nutrition at the University of Tennessee ? found that individuals who included Yoplait Light as part of their weight loss plan lost significantly more weight compared to others who simply reduced calories. The yogurt eaters lost 22 percent more weight, 61 percent more body fat and 81 percent more trunkal (stomach) fat during the 12-week study.

Zemel and colleagues at the University of Tennessee studied the impact of adding yogurt to a reduced-calorie diet on 34 healthy obese adults who were randomly assigned to one of two diet groups. The Yoplait Light group consumed about 1,100 milligrams of calcium each day, which included three servings of Yoplait Light yogurt. The other low-calcium control group consumed only about 500 milligrams of calcium ? or the amount that's typical of the American diet, which is chronically low in calcium.



All subjects received an individualized diet plan that provided 500 fewer calories than their usual intake. Body weight and blood pressure were recorded weekly, and total body composition was assessed before and after the 12-week intervention by dual-energy X-ray absorptiometry (DEXA).

"Not only did yogurt help the study participants lose more weight--the average weight loss was 13 pounds--they were about twice as effective at maintaining lean muscle mass," Zemel said. "This is a critical issue when dieting -- you want to lose fat, not muscle. Muscle helps burn calories, but it is often compromised during weight loss."



"The moral of the calcium story is to not dump dairy when you're dieting," Zemel said. "Not only is it critical to keep your calcium levels high so you won't lose bone density, it will also help you maintain your muscle mass and increase your fat loss. A diet rich in lowfat dairy foods, like yogurt, can help make your weight loss efforts easier."



Zemel recommends three servings of dairy foods a day, particularly fat free and lowfat choices. Yoplait Light is a fat-free yogurt that is an excellent source of calcium and contains only 100 calories per 6-ounce serving.

Rise and shine

The sunrise is the most beautiful thing on earth. It has changed my life. I was the girl who’s goal was to not have any class early morning because I was not a morning person. I’d seen the sunrise maybe a handful of times, only because I had been waked up earlier for prayers. The same morning I had been waked up by my mother. I would have to get up and run to fresh up myself while it was still dark. I wanted to get my bed again before sun rise. But for some reason I heve to go on roof  and I saw the sunrise. I was blown away how beautiful it was. That time of morning is so great because the world is more peaceful and you aren’t distracted by hustle and bustle. The only people I found are runners or readers in street and my area garden. It is quiet and you can be still and think clearly. I realized this is the greatest time of the day.

So, I went to go run and take sunrise photos. So, I did. Everyone was sleeping. I was awake. It was like a magical morning. I was spellbounded. So I took a cup of luke warm milk, grabbed my diary and then had one of the best mornings of my life.


 A winter morning so silent, calm, beautiful, colorful, and attractive-  my cup of milk, my diary and my thoughts, in a beautiful paradise. And I was all alone. Now, I do love to enjoy this pleasure again and again, because this quietness was amazing. I loved it.
 

 
 
 I read and wrote for at least an hour. I learned a lot, and discovered something I had missed my whole life… mornings.