Pakistan’s Father Teresa

Google honors Abdul Sattar Edhi‘s birthday on their homepage. He would have been 89. When I saw it, I felt very sad and nostalgic for the man we have lost.

Often dubbed as “Angel of Mercy” and also known as “Pakistan’s Father Teresa,” Edhi Sahab (Mr. Edhi) lived a modest and monkish life since his early youth. He founded the world’s largest volunteer ambulance network in Pakistan, the Edhi Foundation. And his death last year on July 8, 2016 deeply saddened me. Although my family and I donate to his foundation a lot, I feel sad that I never even bothered to meet him. However, I can honestly say that he is my biggest inspiration and I aspire to be more like him.

I am really glad Google is commemorating him today and showcasing his philanthropic work for the whole world to see. I know that Edhi Sahab (Mr. Edhi) very much disliked being in the spotlight, but I believe he deserves recognition and praise for being the humanest human in a world struck by hate and cruelty.

Truly, this world is in dire need of kindness, selflessness and humanity. It needs more people like Edhi Sahab, because our world is stricken by war, religion, color and hate. Especially now, with the news of the travel bans and talks of building walls to divide us all.

Here are 7 things you didn’t know about Abdul Sattar Edhi:

  1. He created his exceptional foundation out of nothing when he was only 19 years old and penniless. (Slogan: Live and help live)
  2. He lived a modest and humble life from his childhood till his death. (He worked for free, didn’t take a salary, and only owned two suits of clothes)
  3. His humanitarian work didn’t just limit to Pakistan. In 2005, he raised $100,000 for the victims of Hurricane Katrina in Louisiana. (He was always actively involved in International affairs)
  4. He was offered treatment abroad, but he insisted on being treated in a government hospital at home.
  5. He left behind 20,004 children. (He only has 4 biological offspring, but he adopted 20,000)
  6. His parting words were: “Take care of the poor people of my country.”
  7. Many have debated time and again that he has been overlooked for the Nobel Peace Prize and he should have been awarded in his lifetime, but Mr. Edhi never showed any interest in it.

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November: baking month

These days I’m baking a lot. Cakes, cupcakes. Different flavours. Maybe it’s so that I don’t feel sad or think, because baking is my happy place and I feel better when I’m baking. Also, my friends and cousins have been making requests. They just love my baking. Sometimes I don’t even get to taste because they all just gobble it up in seconds. 😂


Technically, I didn’t “bake” the pudding.


Making my famous orange cake. Well actually, it’s my grandmother’s recipe that I’ve tweaked.


It was my Nana’s birthday. We call our maternal grandfather ‘Nana’ in Urdu. The cake on the left is my orange cake, and the other is the frozen cake my aunt brought from the bakery.


The process of baking relieves me from stress, I guess. Maybe that’s why I’ve been baking almost every single day of this month.

The reason why I make orange cake a lot is because my parents and grandparents do not like chocolate and they prefer this.


It smells so good! And I just love the orange rinds that come in each bite of the cake.

So, I met with some of my college friends after years, and they asked me to bring my famous chocolate cake for them. In college, I’d bake a lot, and everyday I would bring them something new to eat. But they all are huge fans of my chocolate cake. 🙂




Please excuse the mess. 😳


I put melted chocolate in the middle of my cupcakes. Yes, that’s a piece of Hershey’s dark chocolate bar that you can see in the middle. 😛

Needless to say, my friends loved the cake. ☺️

It was my Aunt’s birthday on Thursday and she likes fresh cream pineapple cake, and so I decided to make that for her. The thing was, I googled pineapple cake recipes, but I didn’t have all the ingredients at the house that day, so I just made up my own recipe and went with it.


100% my own recipe. ☺️


😕The frosting kinda melted. BUT it tasted heavenly as my whole family says. ☺️☺️☺️

Mina loved it so much, she couldn’t stop digging her fingers in the fluffy homemade frosting. 😋👌🏽

Then on Friday night, my sister asked me to make chocolate cupcakes because her friends were coming over for lunch the next day.


I made 54 cupcakes. And a cake.

Since I was out of Hershey’s chocolate bars, I used Cadbury’s Dairy Milk. You can see the pieces melted in the cupcakes.

I wanted to frost these but my sister’s friends do not like frosting, as I was told.

On Sunday, all my family came over at my house for lunch, and this is what my cousin Maha did to my cake. 😂




August 31st 2015, Monday

“Have courage and be kind.” 

I’m sorry this post is late. I didn’t really feel like writing, and I was busy with family, too.

Here is my birthday post.

I wasn’t really expecting much on my birthday, to be honest. I slept at 11 pm because I just felt weird and sad. 😕 But I got woken up at midnight and there was cake. My siblings and mom surprised me. 🎉 For a while, I thought it was a dream because I was sleeping and sad and wanted to crawl under a rock and hide. But yeah. I wasn’t expecting it and it sure was a lovely surprise. ☺️

My friends had no plans with me. They didn’t even meet me. I thought they’d be planning something, but they didn’t. 😐 Mom later took me to lunch, and all my girl cousins and aunts and both grandmothers were there. Later, my guy cousins also arrived. I had an amazing time and for a while, I forgot my depression and sadness. 😌


I ordered a club sandwich, but it tasted horrible so I passed it on to mom. I survived on these super delicious French fries and 2 mocktails. 😋🍴🍟🍹


“Pyari Beti = Lovely Daughter”


After lunch, my brother got cake with candles and OMG, the restaurant started playing this Happy Birthday song and I was quite embarrassed. 😳 I had Maryam and Mina, my younger cousins, cut the cake for me. But I blew the candles though. That’s actually my favorite part. Blowing the candles. 🎂☺️💖

Overall. My birthday was not as sad as I was thinking it would be. Sure, I was hurt by my friends. And that one person who never called. Or texted, even though I kept waiting. And yes, the thought of growing old does make me sad. But that day, my family made sure that I was happy. And that’s all that matters. Even if it only lasted for a short time. ❤️

May 1st

My baby brothers turned 13 yesterday. I can’t believe they’re teenagers. Just yesterday, they were crawling and spitting and throwing things at me. It feels as if it were only yesterday they were learning to walk, learning to tie their shoes, and learning to say my name.

BeFunky Collage

Hassaan is the thin one, and Safi is the chubby one.

Time flies so fast. I can close my eyes and still remember them as babies. Their adorable baby-talk and tantrums… I miss that.

Hassaan was born 15 minutes before Safi, yet Safi looks the older one. That’s because he’s chubbier. 😛 They’re twins, yes, but quite different- in looks and personalities as well. However, they both are extremely kind.

Anyway, here are a few pictures from yesterday! I’d love to, but I can’t post them all as my brothers will kill me. :p





Safi & Hassaan

Safi & Hassaan

May 1st, 2002 was a beautiful day indeed. The sun shone bright in the cloudless sky, rejoicing in its sweet freedom. The winds gently whispered as the birds chirped harmoniously and the flowers seemed to bloom even fuller. This was the day when magic- life and hope- was in the air. This was the day we welcomed my twin baby brothers into this big, wild world.

From 3 siblings, we became 5, with me as the eldest. When my dad brought my younger siblings and I to the hospital to visit, my exhausted mother was overwhelmed with emotion as she held both babies in her arms. The sight was just scared, the bond between mother and child, in this case-children, was just beautiful to watch. What made it more ethereal was when my dad looked down at them with a smile on his face. Even though I was only 12 years old, I knew my father was overwhelmed with love. He could just stand there forever looking at them.

The moment was so private, so magical that my two younger siblings and I felt as if we were intruding upon them. My mother looked up and called me to her. Tears pricked my eyes as I walked over and placed my hand on my brothers’ cheeks. Their skin was so soft and smooth to my touch; it felt like a fine patchwork of silk. When I held their tiny frames against my chest, they smelled of anti-septic, milk, and of baby- of faith and of life.

Nothing can amount to the happiness that I felt as I held my baby brothers in my arms… God knows I love them to the moon and beyond.

My baby brothers are 12 today. *sniff* It feels as if it were just yesterday they were crawling and spitting and blubbering their baby talk. Wanna hear something funny? When mom told me she was pregnant with twins, I spent all 9 months praying for them to be girls. Haha. But yeah. I love them so much… And I hope they always remain loyal to me, as I am to them.