You are My World :-)

How do I confess how happy I am to have you in my life,
I have never thought I could love this much,
I never believed in marriage as such.
But that was before I felt this loved,
Before you called me your beloved,
Before I loved being loved by you as your wife.

I promise, you are the best decision I ever made,
You are the greatest gift I have ever received.
I will always be by your side, arm in arm forever with God’s will.
I want to thank you for a million things,
All those things that I forget when I’m upset,
But I always do look up to you for all your ways…
The things you do to make me happy,
The way you apply my kajal with such precision,
The way you scold me like my parents,
The times you oblige even when I am wrong.
The way you talk so effortlessly with everyone,
Your ability to care for me like a child,
Your sincerity to make my family as your own,
Your grit to convince me to pursue my dream,
The way you have given me respect over and over.
I haven’t felt the need for this care before,
But the little things you do for me are so much more…

On your birthday, I want to thank our parents
For making the finest guy in spirit and charm,
For looking after you so well, For giving me a man as good as you…
For finding the one who laughs, listens and loves so well,
The one meant for me from among the millions of guys in Muslim Matrimony :D…

When I looked into your eyes today morning,
I realized just how much I love the life we share,
How much I adore your smile and loving stare
How happy I am to know that you are mine…
I promise, you are the best decision I ever made,
You are the greatest gift I have ever received.
I will always be by your side, arm in arm forever with God’s will.

Happy birthday to the best husband in the whole world.Your place within my heart is special, a place you alone deserve for all the tiny and immense things you have done for me. I love you more than I don’t know what :D
You are what people call a gem :-)

Coz A Brother like you is hard to find

When u were really small,

I’d always wait for you to open those tiny little eyes,

So that I could show you my pretty baby doll...

Too little to express dislike then, you scared me with your howling and cries.

Coz a Brother like you is hard to find…

Remember the time I made you wear my frock and tie a pony,

Hid you in a room and threatened to call the others cos it was just so funny!!!

And we grew up like the polar opposites,

You loved the awful milk I hated,

And you hated the awesome pickles I loved!!!!

You adored the crazy cars that hit my tiny teddies,

And Even the kind of songs you liked bruised my sweet melodies.

Your love for new guns each and every Eid made me even buy u one for your b’day!!

And imagine my fury and horror when you chased me with it the very next day: O

But then, I always chose u over others, ever eager to see your latest exhibits……

Coz a Brother like you is hard to find...

Years passed and I became the younger one,

Sometimes, you were the only friend that I could confide,

And sometimes you alone knew the way and was my only guide.

You gave the care that I never had to ask for,

You were that huge pillar of support now and before…

Though it made me mad at times to think that u stole my right,

Cos it was not easy to accept that you always knew when to advice and when to bite.

I could never take the place u deserved even if I had a gun……..

Coz a Brother like you is hard to find…

On your birthday, I thank The Almighty for giving me you and just want to let u know,

The little and big things you have done and never show.

All the uncountable times you were there with God’s own touch,

Help me know deep down how much u really care,

How much I’m being blessed unaware…

Even though u never really say much…

It's hard being the mother you are,now I know

Until I had to do my things by myself,

I never really have dwelled upon why being you is really hard.

How you managed to be the never resting ‘walking miracle’ by yourself,

Why you used to get angry at us for minor mistakes and be on constant guard...

Now, when it’s my turn to do things as you fared to do,

It’s hard being the mother you are, now I know …

I remember your sari and then your long shawl and the comforting support it gave me umma,

to run and hide in to flee from strangers as a child,

How did you find the energy, umma!!

To do all the things you did and not be wild.

You never let me know how difficult it’s to be a working mother!!!

I heard you get up at 3 and 4 to pray, cook and get us ready for school,

I watched you put a purdah over yourself and get ready for office in 5 mins, just when your van was honking at the doorstep like a ghoul.

I heard the phone ring before we opened our doors, you so wanted to hear about our day even when you had tons pending at work,

You coaxed us to bath and eat and warned us to sleep before you returned with your usual smirk.

In spite your advice, I saw you reach back home and persuade us to sleep,

I smelled the tasty fried snacks trick every single day but couldn't resist the taste long enough while asleep.

You sat with me and helped me study like a buddy.

I never ever wondered once what it meant or

How you managed to be there always for us.

How did you do it all, umma???

Be a caretaker cook and friend,

Yet find time to be a playmate,

I just can’t comprehend..

Now when I think about how I can barely move a hand after office,

It’s hard being the mother you are   now I know…

You raised me up the best you could,

and taught me all you know about good.

You were strong through all the stress I caused,

You were always willing to put your life on pause.

So I want to thank you, umma for always being there for me.

Because without you I don’t know where would I be..

Now when I think about how little I offered you help,

It’s hard being the mother you are   now I know…

And it was not just me that you had to look after,

There were three others and four now including uppa who gets the same. :D

Your unfailing love without limit,

your ability to soothe my every hurt,

the way you are on duty, unselfishly,

every hour, every day,

makes me so grateful

that I am yours, and you are mine.

Now when I think about how I expect to be loved just the same for the love I give,

It’s hard being the mother you are   now I know…

Most times I took you for granted, umma,

but I don’t now, and I never will again.

I wish I had enough words to tell

How much you mean to me.

I am the person I am today,

Because you let me be.

Now when I think about how much I hate to be taken for granted,

It’s hard being the mother you are   now I know…