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Today, I will walk you through one such impression that prevails in most Pakistani (South Asian) families.
 STAY AT HOME WOMEN/WIVES/MOMS SCHEDULE:
This impression is formed by men mostly who think if a woman is a stay-at-home mom/wife, she does not have anything to do except enjoying leisure all day long. Well, it is high time to think out of the box.
Let’s start with a normal day for any woman/housewife. Her daily routine starts with the morning prayers. The timings may vary according to the time zone of the area/ country where one is residing.
MORNING PREPARATIONS:
Anyways, after the morning prayers, she starts preparing lunchboxes and breakfast for everyone in the house. Now, these lunch boxes and breakfast are not simple ones but may vary according to ones liking and tastes.https://www.nigella.com/cookbook-corner
This may take 1 hour in preparation depending on the number of persons living in that particular household.
ACTION TIME:
Then comes the time of waking up everyone in order of the time they have to leave for their work/school. She wakes up the adults who can at least wash their faces on their own.
But as for the children, she has to make sure to get them out of the bed, adjust the water temperature according to the weather, and assist them in every possible way.
No matter what are the ages of children, they always need to be pampered.
Next to this stage comes the changing stage where again on the one side she is assisting the children in getting ready and at the same time assisting the so organized adults in finding their lost things.
Well, finally comes the breakfast stage where everyone begins to eat their breakfast with little or no complain which is very rare in most circumstances.
After the breakfast stage is the leave for school and work stage which is no less than a hassle. Everything takes place in the twinkling of an eye.
The dropping to school too mostly is the responsibility of the woman/wife.
When the drop-off stage is over, the woman goes to a nearby park for a daily morning walk or exercise or as the circumstances be for her. This might take half an hour or so.
After coming back, she quickly takes her breakfast and gets to her daily chores. Hey, are we on the same page? I am sure we are.
THE NEVER-ENDING CHORES:
These chores, I am sure everyone in Pakistani society is well aware of. Well, I am talking about the regular cleaning of the house which requires washing dishes, sweeping, dusting, and mopping and re-arrangements of things as well.
This work can take about 1 to 2 hours of her time depending on the size of the home or how much dirty it might be. A little help from someone can be a blessing if there is one or else, it is her home and, she has to clean it. An out-of-the-box scenario.
Well, if there is some elderly person in the home, she has to attend him/her as well and take care of their needs and medicines, etc.
And she does all this, out of her love for that soul not for people’s reward but the greater reward that she might receive from the Creator. Though some words of gratitude may not kill her.
When the home chores are done, she reverts to her kitchen where she has to start with food preparations according to the liking of everyone at home.
IT’S HERO TIME:
Now, let me enlighten you with the fact that in the kitchen, most women do not have extra hands instead she is multi-tasking to put the meals on the table.
It may involve lengthy processes from cutting onions to peeling off skins of garlic and vegetables etc. No easy way out.Ah!
I am with all of you in this and I am here to bear with you, care and share with you and be your voice in expressing your inner thoughts.
Now, these meals might not always be simpler, to get them right and according to taste, the woman might consult elderly women in families who are believed to be good cooks of their time.
They might be able to guide provided they have a good memory or have a recipe noted down somewhere or else you are on your own.
And if you are creative and have a taste for food you might come up with something better.
Your family will love it for they will think it’s the same recipe…and you will never tell.
Hello! Here comes the off time for kids. You have got to go. No time to stand and stare or even drink a glass of water.
So here you are running on the roads from one school to another to pick up the children from their respective schools.
This picking up may take 1 to 1 and a half hours depending on your location of the home to and from school.
After coming back from school, the woman engages herself in getting them changed and get them on the table for food. During this time, the woman engages and asks them about their day, what made them happy, sad and whatever they want to talk about.
Her day does not come to an end, she has to make sure the children have their due rest or if they want to play, she takes them to the park so that they can enjoy.
SNACK TIME:
After coming back, the children might need some snacks to fill their hungry tummies and the woman has to be very selective in providing them something nutritious yet energy boosting.https://www.sabahataamir.com/a-finger-licking-brownie/
When the eating is over, she has to get on with their homework or any of the school activities or as the case might be. Well, she does it all. Except in areas that are beyond her grasp.
Now, up till this time, it is already 7:00 p.m. She has to start preparing for the food to be served for dinner. It can either be a whole new food or the same food used for lunch.
The family man mostly arrives from his office late to have dinner with the family. It is a lucky day for the family if he comes on time.
The dinner is served. It is either praised or praised with some improvements or eaten without comments.
Now, the wife thinks that her day has come to an end and she can do something of her liking but it is like versa.
She has to iron the clothes for the next day, pack the bags, get the children ready for sleep, read them something, or watch something with them before they are lulled to sleep.
CATHARSIS TIME:
This might take another hour or so. When all this is done, she opens her laptop/book, etc., with the idea of writing down something which gives her inspiration for the next day yet to come.
At this point, she expects some gratitude from anyone in the house.
But here too, she does not get any gratitude yet receives this comment; All day you are on the laptop and do nothing…
then please all men are you, Husbands, Brothers, Fathers, Friends, etc., please stop for a second and Think out of the box.
We are human beings not any cog in the machines.
In the end, I would like to reiterate my point of view that stop taking us for granted and formulating impressions about us.
For once, think out of the box. If we are stay-at-home moms or wives or women; we have deliberately or non deliberately choose this for ourselves.
We want to give a conducive environment to our family and the people around us. We do not earn in monetary terms but we are earning through our deeds and raising productive nations trying to make them thankful and have gratitude towards the ones who make their lives heaven.
We are working tirelessly, and effortlessly without being compensated. Please bear with us and hear us out, address our grievances and we can find a solution together.
At the end of the day, it is the sacrifices of such women that are going to be counted and be thanked for. So bear with us the equal responsibility and share your gratitude towards all stay-at-home moms/wives/women.
Today, I will share with you the life story of a woman who went through many struggles in her life to be the person that she now is and from whose blogs, you take great inspiration.
It’s a journey of the soul. So let the curtains unveil.
Born in a family of four siblings, always treated lesser, based on skin tone and intelligence, a forceps delivery, as I was told was the reason for my being the way I am. I weaved a castle of imagination around me.
I lived in that imaginary world where I was a hero and made an impact on society.
I had to struggle to fit in with my surroundings and the school at large. Low in confidence and always being bullied by the better, posh, and popular lot.
Still determined to prove myself one day.
I was still my father’s favorite. He loved me despite my looks and intelligence and I loved him selflessly.
As I grew older and took interest in subjects of my liking, I began to excel in my studies and finding like-minded people like me who saw my capabilities and not my flaws.
All my childhood, I suffered from comparisons and not being good enough but my innate nature couldn’t be changed that is spreading happiness around and helping ones like me, I could in my own way.
Even at this time, at the age of 43, people who I call family, say mean things to me. My family (blood bindings) whom I have always put first then my own family (husband and children).
Have tried to keep them happy, still off and on, have been blamed for the embezzlement of money, and other mean things, just because I take care of my old father.
Most of the time, I listen to them just thinking, maybe I am living in my fathers’ house with my family for my father gives everyone the right to treat me that way.
My children often get emotional and angry saying that why don’t you tell them what you tell us? Why can’t they just leave you alone? Next time so and so khala (aunt)does this, we will tell them.
And I always tell them that it is bad manners and Allah is looking and He will take care of them.
They too suffer because they see their mother suffering at the hands of her loved ones. Though children, they want to say things to them but then think about how, I will feel, stop and take their distances.
I can’t erase the harsh talk out of their minds and let them think all is good. They have to face the bitter reality of life, only to be stronger in the future.
Off and on there have been times where I have desperately felt the need of being independent and telling everyone that I am not dependent on them or their mercy.
Many times in my life, I have fallen and got back again on my foot, thinking about what kind of life I want for my children.
I can sense the dejection going into my children. They were not brought into this world to go through the demise, I am going through.
I want them to have a smooth life and am willing to make/making the necessary sacrifices for their good future.
We have just one life and we have to utilize it to the best of our capabilities. I want to utilize all my talents, help other people along the way and show them a beacon of light.
The purpose of this blog is to motivate the fallen souls who think that being born in a good wealthy family is a privilege. Well, folks, it’s not.
Some learn it the easy way and some learn it the hard way. The more close we are to our basics, the easy it is for us to excel.
One is a prince or princess till the parents are alive as after them or when they themselves are dependent, you are no one’s prince or princess, not even your husband owns you.
My journey of the soul is an ongoing journey and I have traveled a long way to reach this point now, from what I was 5 years back to the new version of me now.
I have come a long way, learned a lot from like-minded, transformed a lot with mentors, and groomed a lot with the help of sincere and honest friends and readers like you.
Life is not a bed of roses. It never has been.
Struggling, yet determined woman on the run to make a difference in the lives around me and those who look at me in infancy.
I am a wife, a daughter, a sister, a mother, and to many an influencer, a challenge who is changing the way of thinking at large.
I say what I think is right and practice what I believe is right. I don’t do comparisons, am not judgemental. I am the same person for all, whoever approaches.
Being an empath, I can feel what others can’t say because I go through the same feelings every day by connecting to people. We all have a purpose in this world.
My purpose is to ease other people’s life. And make them want to live their life constructively.
I am no counselor, just a human being who understands a multitude of emotions, a good friend, and a listening ear.
As an individual, I would recommend all the fallen angels suffering from meanness find a source you can, use as catharsis, your life will change. It changed mine.https://www.sabahataamir.com/catharsis-2/
As humans, let’s help each other to come out of their shells, have a voice and be productive in meaningful ways.
Today, I aim to talk about Professional Jealousies. It is heart burning when you see the most capable of professionals engulfed with this disease. Today, I will address this ailment and how to keep away from it. So let’s start.
Being human and socially extroverts, most of us have the curiosity of learning new things. And it is the love for learning that brings us across all types of individuals in particular the professionally jealous kind.
They may greet you in the first place and tell you all sorts of fancy things regarding their profession. Once you start questioning then, would you only be encountered with such talk that will automatically help you in taking a firm decision.
A few days back, I too, was encountered with such an incident. And it left a very bad taste in my mouth. So instead of letting it absorbed deep down in me and pollute me with negative thoughts, I decided to share it with all my readers.
And in particular, those people who want to keep on learning. Never be discouraged, no matter how many times you are slighted by people. Keep on pursuing what you want to pursue in life. Don’t worry about the odds.
Don’t let the so-called professional people be judgemental, just because you are asking questions. Questions my friend is a good thing. It only shows you think, observe, and have the curiosity to know more about it.
The private sectors are always hunting for talented, innovative, and honest people.
And frankly, a lot of people are suffering due to the attitude of so-called professionals who in order, to address their insecurities can easily turn a humble person into a rage monster.
Never let the self die in you, just because you have become a victim of professional jealousy. Pursue your passion and move on with dignity.
Every one of us is here on this planet to understand our purpose and to do good to others. When you have the idea of doing good, then there is no space left for professional jealousy.
Each of us will ultimately find our right way stumbling and experimenting but if you come across the professionally jealous lot, change your path. You will eventually find the right people on your road to success.
In the end, I would like to say that status of rich and poor is given by God but respect is earned. Do not let anyone take that away from you. Be excellent in your field; one of a kind but do not let the power get to your brain.
The more humble you are, the more respect you have. Treat everyone at par without developing prejudices and categorizing people as “lip pickers”. Your destiny is decided by the creator and no one can change that.
But, my friend, you can change the way people take you. Think about it.
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