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I Am Writing Because I Have An Urge To

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I Am Writing Because I Have An Urge To

So, my last post on the blog was written in November 2018 and since then it is a long time; almost 6 months. It is not that during the period I stopped writing but I could not post in detail over here.

Well, I wanted to jot down a complete wedding scenario and life after it but time runs short. No doubt I will do so but this is just a quick recap of my 6 unwritten months.

By the end of December 2018, I got married (So much to write upon it but some part of it brought tears to me.) Soon after the wedding, lets say exactly 8 days after my wedding got an interview call and job on the spot that made me work 9am – 5pm. Had a short 2 days mini honeymoon sort of thing and then came to know that I am expecting.

This was another twist in life, suffering through morning sickness and what not and most of all at such a moment when you miss your father. It is a completely different story.

What more the job was a 3-month contract got over with the twists and turns because I believe that female boss is the one who does not want you to grow. Still, then I worked a lot for the National Assembly of Pakistan despite people did not like it.

Next, I  got employed in Maroof International Hospital, for a month and I left and somehow that’s a story of an unethical doctor to work with ( Will write in detail about it too- disclosing his name too.)

So, now I am at home. Still to say not unemployed. I am working as a freelancer by being at home and writing for a magazine as an Associate Editor and looking after our event management business. Still looking for a full-time job as sitting back home is not my piece of cake.

Life is good, all is well but all in all, I miss my home daily mama, Ahmad and the time I spent there and most of all I miss baba. And then it is Ramazan, the fifth of it after baba’s death so these days are difficult for me. Once away from home, second his absence haunts me more and more but over the night it gets worse. I couldn’t sleep the flashbacks surround me. I keep on reciting the Holy verses but nothing helps and then the pregnancy hormones triggers too. So these days it is a mixture of everything.

I slept so disturbed that I thought to write just because I know writing for the need to relax your muscles is the only cure I can do to myself. The urge to write remains strong.writerfromheart