Ammara's creations

The signal blazed red, and all the drivers pushed the brakes, Ahmed was in a hurry, because he was having a street race with the car pulling up behind, he scanned the road quickly, there was no police officer around. He pressed the race, and sped off. He tried to have a glance at the back mirror to get an update of the car he was racing with. He looked up, and found the mirror slightly tilted, so the focus was not directly at the back, it was slightly towards the left.  He took off a hand from the wheel to adjust the mirror, and that was his mistake. The car coming wrong way crashed crashed squarely in his bonnet. In his attempt to adjust the mirror, he didn't even saw the car coming from the opposite sideIt all happened in a fraction of a second that none of the drivers had time to shift to another lane. Fire blazed up, and Ahmed's head, tilted to the other side, stayed there, his eyes half closed, and his hair scattered with the shattered glass from the windscreen. Cars skidd...

 I pushed open the glass door, and stepped inside. The waiting area was lined with metal benches, and a few of them were occupied. I walked a few steps, and sat on a bench. The white walls were lined with posters regarding tooth care, sponsored by different tooth brush, and toothpaste companies. The atmosphere was stuffed with the smell of toothpaste.  A girl around 11, stepped out of the surgery room, along with her mother, who was holding her as she weeped on her arm. "Mama's princess", I thought. The assistant poked his head out of the surgery room, and called "Number 13". A few people shuffled in their seats to check their number receipts, but everyone looked up at the assistant blankly, from their blank looks, the assistant figured out that the patient wasn't there, "Number 13 is not here, okay then, number 14", he said. I got up from my seat, and walked towards the surgery room. It looked like a thousand miles walk to me, and my legs suddenly...

An year ago, we came to Islamabad with our father because of his job, in the beginning, it was just supposed to be business trip for my father, and a family trip for us, that turned into a five year residence opportunity for all of us, we took the opportunity, and planned to live here for five years. It was all so exciting, that we didn't even thought about Karachi in the beginning, this didn't meant we had turned our backs to the city we were born in, but it was just for some time, when we saw a lot of greenry everywhere, a lot of parks, and most of all, the empty swing areas in the parks, and all that was so rare to be seen in Karachi. But as time passed, we started missing Karachi, and all our friends, and cousins living there, And we came to know it's not gonna be that easy to leave the city we had spent so much time in, and move to a totally strange city. But we gradually settled in Islamabad. We did our first ever Eid outside Karachi, we did missed all our relatives, ...

 Hello everyone, I really love baking, and cooking as much as I love reading, and writing, so I made a separate blog to post my creativities in culinary arts, here's the address, https://ammarasbakings.blogspot.com/ . Make sure to check it out, and if you like my recipes, and ideas, try them yourself too, and if they turn out to be good, don't forget to comment on them.

 Hello everyone, I really love arts and crafts, so I made a separate blog to post my creativity, here's the address https://ammarasartwork.blogspot.com/?zx=e0feac571ea89d7d . Check out my ideas, and try them yourself too, and if you like them, don't forget to comment on them.

کامیاب تو وھی ھے   مصیبتوں کی آندھیوں میں، غم کے سیلابوں میں،  سبھی لوگ مٹ جاتے ہیں، بس کچھ ہی انھیں برداشت کر پاتے ہیں وقت کے ساتھ بدلنے والے تو عارضی طور پہ کامیاب ہو جاتے ہیں اصل میں تو کامیاب وہی ہیں، جو سچ پہ ڈٹ جاتے ہیں تھام لیں جو صبر و تحمل کا دامن، وہی تو نام کما پاتے ہیں جو کرتے ہیں گلے شکوے، وہ صفحہؑ ہستی سے مٹ جاتے ہیں قومِ عاد و ثمود گزر گئیں شکر ادا کیے بغیر  اے لوگو! اب بھی وقت ہے جینے کا، ناشکری کیے بغیر

A new way to thank  ''Ammi, I want that helicopter Anas has got'' said Ali pulling on his mother's dupatta, ''which one?'' asked his mother, ''that one'' said Ali pointing out of the window. His mother looked out, Anas was playing with a red and black remote control helicopter in the lawn that his father had bought him from America, ''well, dear why don't you go and complete your left over homework so that you'll be free in the evening to go out and play'' replied his mother. ''Come on Ammi, why do you always change the topic when it comes to buy me something'', wailed Ali, just then Anas's mother appeared from her bedroom and called Ali, Ali went to her, and she said, ''can you do the dusting of my bedroom?'', ''yes baji'' he replied. He entered the room and started dusting her furniture, as he went towards the bookshelf, his eyes landed upon a book labelled,...