Farroo

Dear readers of ‘munira’s bubble’,

You must be a tad confounded at the mysterious lack of activity here, and I feel an explanatory post is due.

The reason for the absence has been my niece’s wedding, which had kept us all on our toes for the past month or so, the festivities and events of which finally drew to a close on the 26th of January.

Much as we enjoyed the preparations and the quests for matching shoes and jewellery, the shopping for materials and the trips to the tailors, the excitement over the bride’s clothes and accessories, the distribution of cards and the selection of gifts, attending all the various functions, eating copious amounts of rich food, and of course the countdown to the final event, the ‘rukhsati’…..I think I can speak for the whole family (with the exception of Amu, who didn’t want the wedding to end, ever) when I say that I feel light as a bird all of a sudden! *sighs with relief*

Farroo, my little sweetheart, is all grown up and married at 21. My sister Sax was 22 when she gave birth to her, and I was 18.

yes, i KNOW i had really weird hair :p

I could ramble at length about how much we looked forward to Sax’s visits, or the longing to go over to her place every day, just so we could hang out with Farroo, make her laugh and play, watch Sax as she gave her oil massages and baths, or just stare at her happily as she learnt to roll over, then sit up without support, crawl, and finally totter around on her own two legs.

I can tell you how distracted I was when Sax and Farroo came to Karachi for a visit during my A levels (they were in Islamabad at the time) and I couldn’t focus on my studies at all, so obsessed was I with spending time with my little dolly, and I totally attribute my terrible grades to her. But she was such a bundle of fun!

at the beach, around 1992?

We waited anxiously for photographs that Sax would mail regularly. Those were the days before digital cameras and computers, so her letters and phone calls and descriptions of Farroo’s antics were the only way we had of staying in touch, and it felt terribly devastating to miss out on so many precious months of her growth, her baby babble, her delightful laughter, her gorgeous little face, her soft curly hair.

Farroo in Islamabad :)

They moved back and forth from Karachi to Islamabad over the course of the next few years, and there were more additions to the family along the way. Through all these events, we watched Farroo change as she grew from a cheerful little chatterbox, bouncing around after school in her ponytails, to a quieter little lady.

She’d love making things with her hands, painting, doing crafty little projects, displaying them proudly every time we went over, not saying much, but always around, listening to her aunts gossiping with her mom, giggling if she found something funny.

We marvelled over the cuteness of her pursuits, as she filled her room with Harry Potter memorabilia, composing letters of acceptance as a Hogwarts student, making trunks, a castle, a Snitch, Pygmy Puffs, wands and little potion bottles, pictures of James, Sirius, Harry, Ron and Hermione all over her walls along with her own, her friends and all her cousins (whom she is firmly bonded with.)

As her ‘Munni khala’, as she calls me, I could wax eloquent about the awesomeness that is my little Farroo, her creativity and attention to detail know no bounds. I wish I could share pictures of everything, tell you more stories about her, but I’m afraid that would be beyond the scope of this little blog post. That deserves a post of its own! So I’ll just skip to the part where Farroo decided to take time off from studying after her A levels, and during this ‘sabbatical’, she dabbled with translating Urdu books into English. Then, while the rest of her friends went on to go to college, Farroo applied for a job as a teacher at her old school….and got it. Being the youngest teacher at the school was both a challenge and a very cool thing. Her kids could relate to her, and loved her for her ‘funkiness’.

And once again, a metamorphosis occurred. Known for being shy, quiet and indecisive, teaching a bunch of unruly kids and dealing with parents and the responsibility of imparting education brought out hitherto unwitnessed qualities in Farroo. Here was a new Farroo, a more confident, quietly responsible, an ever more mature Farroo, someone who could take charge of situations. And to make a long story criminally short, it was around this time that she met the man she would end up marrying :)

So it is with feelings of love, nostalgia and happiness for Farroo that I share with you my favourite pictures of her from the wedding. These were taken by Amu, my budding, talented photographer child, for whom Farroo is like an older sister :)

time to get hands embellished with mehndi :)

So off she goes now, on a new adventure in her life.

Farroo, if you’re reading this, I want you to know we’re going to miss you like hell!….what will we do without you around the house in your tshirt and jammies??? Your room should definitely be turned into a museum of Farroo’s artefacts though!

Sax, if you’re reading this…….*hugs*. I really don’t know what else to say to you, you who just married off her first-born, your best friend. I can’t imagine how much you guys will miss her. <3


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39 responses to “Farroo

    • Hahah, I’m sure nobody did, but thank you for saying that! :D The wedding sure was an all-consuming affair. Glad you enjoyed the photos Anna :)

  1. Thank you so much for sharing these delightful photos of your beautiful niece and her celebration! I’m so glad you were off participating in something so joyous. I wish the happy couple much happiness and ever increasing love.

    Amu is becoming quite the photographer! My guess is that she learned a lot from her mom.

    • My pleasure Re, thank you for the warm wishes. And as much as I would like to accept the credit, I’m afraid all that Amu knows she has learnt completely on her own. :)

  2. Oh Munira , what a beautiful wonderful summary of my soul mate called Farida …. loved every tiny bit of it … thank you so much darling , you honor me <3 <3 <3

    • My pleasure Sax, it’s easy when the subject is so beautiful and wonderful herself. You know how much I love her, right? Now that I read it again, I’m thinking of so many things I’ve missed…like her sensitive writing, the way she thinks in terms of movie dialogues and song lyrics, what an amazing dancer she is…..and I could go on and on. You my dear, have brought up a most sublime creature :) <3

  3. Munira, u speak for all who love Farida. She has been a delight from the time she was born and I am sure will continue to delight us as she reaches milestones of her own. She made a gorgeous bride, and the gorgeousness continued in her friend Amna and not so little anymore sister Zahra. It was a poignant moment for us all and I cannot imagine how much she will be missed around her home.

    • Thank you Maria! As for Farida, I feel as if I haven’t even scratched the surface in terms of describing her and all the things she does. Perhaps in some future blog post :)

  4. Oh, I love this post, Munira–such a lovely tribute to your niece. And I totally love Amu’s photos, as well. Talented little thing, isn’t she? Congratulations to Farida!
    Hugs,
    Kathy

    • Hi Kathy! On behalf of Farida, I thank you for loving the post and the photos and for the wish!
      Amu has an amazing eye for capturing moments. I could certainly learn a few lessons from her! Hugs back at you :)

  5. could’nt hv worded a better summary of r little janoo, she did her thing again by smsing a love u note b/4 leaving which left me and lu crying and laughing . commendable use of ur talent. lovemaria

    • Y’know, I get that a lot! It’s funny how both my eldest nieces resemble me a bit :)
      And it was so good to see you at the wedding Maryam! You’re rather lovely yourself!

  6. Beautiful post! It was worth the wait. I am so happy for all of you that you had such lovely celebrations. My best wishes for the future! Wishing you for a lot more celebrations like this one!

  7. Wow, what a great time – and a great story about how Farroo grew up. And as for the pictures, Amu has got an eye. Encourage encourage…….
    I love the hand decorations you ladies wear. It seems so intricate and delicate it is unseemly to stare, though at an Indian friends wedding some years ago I did intrude and photograph and trace and hold and all sorts….. :)
    Put your feet up and enjoy the memories.

    • I love mehndi too, though Huz abhors the smell of it :| If only all our hands weren’t covered in it, there might have been more photos!

  8. Munira, this is a most beautiful post. It is interesting that your niece got married around the same time as my nephew. The wedding photographs are so beautiful. Would love to witness a wedding like this. You told the story so wonderfully. Thank you, thank you!

    • What a nice comment, I’m so glad you brought my attention to it Kathy, or it would have languished in the darned spam filter! What gives?!
      Most interesting coincidence with your nephew and my niece I’d say! Loved your Nicaragua wedding photos and the way you told your stories too :)

      • Maybe they thought my IP address from Nicaragua was too spam-like for their liking. Thankfully, I’ve been liberated from spam jail now–hopefully for good!

  9. Congratulations to Farroo!! And much happiness in her new avatar :) Amu is a fantabulous photographer M…the pictures are stunning!! Love them and as always love the post :)

    • Why oh why have i not replied to this comment?? Bad Muni! :|
      Thank you H! I loved writing it, though I feel as if I haven’t written enough….and Amu had a fabulous time clicking away. I’m glad it shows in the pics :)

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