gratitude
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Hands
As I often do, I scroll for hours looking at pictures of my mother in my camera roll. I don’t know if it makes me miss her more or if it provides solace but I suspect it’s a bit of both. In honing in on her hands, each and every line is etched with a Continue reading
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1963 – The beginnings of a family
It was 62 years ago today that the union that formed a family of five began. In those days, arranged marriages were the norm and my parents marriage was no different. My parents met on their wedding day. And that’s when their story began. I have heard stories about my parents’ marriage likened to a Continue reading
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The passing of the baton
It was 26 January 2023 at 17:25 that I unknowingly took the baton from my Mother in the seemingly endless relay race of life. I’ve heard people say and have read that with the passage of time, the intensity of grief reduces as one adapts with the loss. I humbly disagree. So far, it seems Continue reading
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Two years
In loss, it can feel like the clock has either stopped entirely or is rushing forward without consent. It can seem both a relentless force and an abstract concept, slipping away as emotions slow everything else to a standstill. Grief has a way of bending perception, making a single moment feel endless and yet barely Continue reading
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Sabr (Patience) & Shukr (Contentment)
Today marks a full week since we laid my mother to rest. Still hard to believe, let alone process. But what I find amazing and beautiful is that friends that have visited her grave have shared and sent pictures to show the roses we placed on her grave remain fresh and intact. I understand that Continue reading
About Me
I’m an ordinary but deeply spiritual person. I try to be devoted to the many roles in life I have been blessed with. I love my tight circle of family and friends, laughing, traveling, photography, technology, pomegranates and cats.
Jharoka 