Love for Language

English Language has always been the subject I loved to study the most. As a teenager I used to write a lot of essays and poems to improve my skills. Whenever I learnt a new Idiom or a Paraphrase I would be over the moon.

On April the tenth, two thousand I wrote a piece of essay using some of the Paraphrases I learnt in that preceding week.

Read through my article...

Last Christmas

I felt like it was the month of Saturdays, as I was waiting for the Christmas to come. It was left with only one week, but unfortunately my father was out on a business trip so we had to do without him. I drew up all my plans and discussed with my sister. I thought I would give my mother a surprise, but my sister upset the apple cart, so I thought of giving up the game.Time passed by. Everyone got ready and packed gifts, decorated the house. Mother baked wonderful Christmas cookies and the place smelled with a wonderful smell.

Couple of hours later, I received a piece of note. It was addressed to me. So I checked through it. But I couldn't make it out. What I could only read was the name. It was Susan my best friend. Within two days I saw Susan in my place. I was surprised. She explained me all in a nutshell and I did not want to make up (to settle a quarrel) and to give a short shift. She taught me many new games that are played in Switzerland, for Christmas.

On the night of Christmas all of us had our dinner together, after prating the God. But Susan wolfed down her meal and went down the stairs to watch television. Our customs and traditions differ from Susan's. My grandparents were upset! After having our dinner we enjoyed the music played by my grandmother, sang Christmas songs and after that we opened up the gift parcels. I got a lovely teddy bear with red shoes. Susan got the parcel I packed for my sister. We spent our times laughing and dancing. I enjoyed last Christmas.

--Ends--

My English Language teacher always appreciates my enthusiasm on learning the language and encourages me to continue contributing to write voluntary essays and articles.

Ms. Frieda wrote the following comments on my writing.

* Very good attempt

* Very colourful with Phrasal verbs and idea

Eager for your Arrival...

 The best news for me in 2014 was that I would be an Auntie, for the very first time in my life. Alhamdhulillah!!!! "Wow!" That was the happiest news ever… such a great feeling, Ma Sha Allah! It cannot be expressed in words. Can't wait to hold the teeny tiny baby in my hands In Sha Allah and wrap around myself.

Oh Gosh!!! The baby is taking too long to arrive, it seems like the time as struck since last August.

But hey, finally it’s the third trimester… crossing my fingers I’m hoping it’s gonna be a girl, In Sha Allah! But it doesn’t really matter… A boy or a girl, auntie would spoil the baby and give so much love and attention,
In Sha Allah, Aameen!

My 50^th post is so special, I’ve dedicated it to my special new member that would join my family in no time, In Sha Allah….

To my baby cakes, with lots and lots of love from Mimi…

Storyteller’s Twisted Tale…

Every night before I rest off to sleep, I was told a beautiful fairy tale or a Maldivian tale; when I was little. The magical touch of the fairy dust from the wand put me to sleep like I’m in heaven. As days passed by, I raised interest in narrating the tales and singing them Lullabies and Nursery Rhymes to my folks. Like wise, I started recording my stories for programs at the National Radio Station when I was a little older. One Friday afternoon I went for the recording; started my story and carried on. When I reached almost the end of the story, the red bulb switched on; which meant that the recording is paused. The recording technician told me to re-think what I was saying. I thought about what I was saying a lot of times and then continued, but each time the red bulb kept switching on. After about ten attempts or more, the technician asked me to continue. I carried on it the end. One week later when it was aired; all my family (mum, cousins and aunties) were laughing and making fun of what I read. It didn’t ring a bell to me then… but long long time after that, when I was in my late teen; it striked to me what I said that day at the studio and how funny it was… then I laughed my head off… I read a story about a little girl, her mother and a tiger that day.

The story goes as follows:
.........Long Long ago… deep down in the forest lives a little girl and her mother. Every day mother goes out for work leaving the girl alone at home. Since they live isolated from the people, they don’t have any neighbours to look after the girl until her mother returns home. And there lived a big tiger in the forest… in a tree just near their home. The tiger is keen to eat the little girl up. So he knocks on the door and waits outside till she opens. But mother has told the girl not to open the door unless it’s her mother. So she doesn’t open the door. She says she won’t open the door; she opens only for her mother. So this tiger thought he must learn her mother’s voice. The tiger knocks on the door and speaks up but the girl is clever that she knew it was not her mother. The same day she told her mother what happened, when she returned from work. Her mother got a very good idea, she told the girl to tell the tiger that come home tomorrow, and she’ll fry up a goat head and keep for him and told the tiger that it tastes wonderful. Tiger is very excited about this fried goat head. Next morning her mother buys a BIG IRON BALL from the market and cooks it till very hot. Mother pretends she has gone for work and gets back in the house without seeing to the tiger. The tiger imitates the mother’s voice and calls to open the door. Then the girl opens the door and the tiger opens his mouth to eat the fried goat head and the mother puts the BIG HOT IRON BALL into the tiger’s mouth and he cries to death…

Umm… well that is the story in short… does anyone want to know what I said that day at the recording…

I said, that the mother cooked a BIG RUBBER BALL and put it in the tiger’s mouth! "Dhen e rabaru Boalha kakkafa tiger ge anga ah lee yo..."Just imagine a rubber ball will melt before it got cooked… and its a joke... I made a big fool out of myself!

But I suppose that’s a good twist to the original story… hehe… *blush* *blush*

Frog Prince

I’ve read from fairy tales that when a princess kisses a frog, the frog would actually change to a handsome prince. This was one thing I wanted to see if it was true. Once, there were these little toads and frogs near my home in puddles… but they were too slimy and gross I never touched one. One morning, after breakfast my little brother and I were at the door watching these frogs play. He ran to them and took one on his tiny palms. I always wanted to do what ever he does. So, I took one for me too… held it and went inside to show mom that I got a little frog prince. All of a sudden it came into me that I should actually kiss that slimy fellow so that he’d become a real prince! I was just about to kiss it when my little sister came in and screamed… I threw it in alarm. Ran to mom and cried that I was just about to kiss the froggy but now because of her I’m not gonna get the prince! Then my mom told me they are written tales, it’s never gonna happen for real. I felt really sad and kept complaining that it’s my sis’s fault. I actually thought that it would turn real. Sheesh… these fairy tales are so manipulative.

I also used to put tiny froggies in plastic bags and keep them my bath room, and ask mom not to switch the lights off... since they may get scared of the dark! Gosh! How stupid was I?

Hapi Hapi Times....

It would have occurred in every girl's life that there had been a time she spent with her own little toys and same aged girls. Having tea parties and sleep overs. Showing the real princess she is. There had been plenty of times I had the same. Having our own beauty pageants and winning our crowns over others. They were the most beautiful and most colourful days. No worries just living in an own world. No fear of growing up and facing the different challenges each day. So innocent and carefree. I just wish I still haven't grown up.

But what the crap... its how life is! Looking back the old times makes life more sweeter and memorable... Live life happy!

Childhood Fantasy

Fairy Lands and Godparents are a part of every girls life. As a kid I’ve always been guarded by these fairies and godparents. It seemed to be the real world to me then. Whenever I slept earlier I used to get a gift; maybe a chocolate, a story book or a doll by the Fairy Godmother. If I keep my fallen tooth under my pillow I used to get gifts from the tooth fairy and if I score good grades in exams I get gifts from the fairies again. This was a seemingly competitive thing to get the gifts from the Fairy Land. I used to sleep earlier than my other siblings, as I loved winning more gifts! I hung little Fairies around me by the bed so that they would be guarding me all through the night… However, after sometime, as I grew up I found out that all those gifts werent from the Fairy Land but from the world I live in. And those werent sent by the Godmothers or Fairies but by my beloved parents. Then I came to realise that all that was a Fantasy and that own parents can never be replaced. They were the ones who guarded me and protected me all the time through. There never existed a Fairy Land who sents Fairies to guard the children.

…But though, I still love going back in time and thinking about my childhood fantasies…