It’s a roll of filo

Or you may layer them over

Very fragile Yet crispy and strong

Sandwiched with nuts

And drizzle with a syrup

Made of sugar or even honey

The filo is very fragile

And needs to be handle

With extreme care

and cuddle in a towel

Just make sure they dont tear

Or dry out quick and not over cooked

It is a greek

But mostly loved by the middleeastern

They can be rolled as a cylinder

or made into triangles

Just make sure you butter each layer

So that they are not undercooked

Baklava is a really a devine sweet

The entire world will love its fragile pastry

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Simple pizza recipe

In a bowl add
2 1/2 cups flour
3 tsp anchor milk powder
Saltafew pinches

In a cup
1 tsp yeast
2 tsp sugar
Add 3 tbsp hot water and let it sit for 10 mins
Break an egg and 4 tbsp milk into the yeast
Mix well

Pour over dry ingredients and mix
Add some water and milk to make a full smooth dough
Let it rise for an hr

Flatten fill and roll to make soft buns.

The Stranger


Chance Encounter

The moment I learnt I’ve won a voucher from tavola I could hardly think. I decided to get hold of it as soon as I could because I love shopping at tavola.

Now the day arrived for me to collect my voucher. It was the day just before I  had plans to visit colombo on a short notice.

I was ready and driven off to the oasis centre where we had to wait till S had some chores done.

I had R and A so was moving around and doing a bit of shopping.

First stop was a donut kiosk and then the tea.

Soon as we were done there we shopped at daiso where I got myself some craft supplies and a baking pan.

It seemed like the tinniest baking pan, yet it was something I’ve been hunting for a long time. Later we drove to grosvenor tower to collect my voucher.

The receptionist at the desk was a bit elderly, tall lady with golden short hair. She was busy over the phone with papers pilled on her desk with pen in the right hand. She gave me a smile and look through her specs as if asking for a moment. As soon as she hung the phone up I asked for ashara. She took my name and the purpose and passed on over the phone.

I was given many smiles by the few staffs who passed by 1 lady was in a tight jeans and a black stripped tshirt and denim jacket  on top. She was around 4.8 and  a bit chubby with brownish golden hair which am sure is highlighted. The others were a bit too taller than myself and thin with long blond hair. There were 2 other male staff who passed by too.

I was waiting for around 15 minutes or more I guess and suddenly a man walked over.

He gave a quick glance at the receptionist.

What is it? Which company are you from? He began.

I introduced myself and told my purpose.

He seemed lost.

My heart started beating fast.

Am I in the right place?

Oh, have they forgotten they asked me to come?

Thousands of thoughts rummaged my heart.

Suddenly I took my email and showed him.

Ashara! He exclaimed in relief.

Sorry, I am ashraf, ashara is inside.

He broke off at the receptionist. She is looking for ashafa not ashraf.

The receptionist blamed me saying I asked for ashraf while she sure did repeat after me the name ashara.

Sometimes people do say lies or are so ignorant that they cannot accept even the simplest mistakes they do.

My mind started racing with too many questions. I have been waiting for 15 minutes only to meet the wrong person. Suddenly ashara walks in and exclaims.

I sure did pass by, why didn’t you call me. She took off at the receptionist.

She sure was busy and dint give a cent for what I was talking.

Finally ashara was the lady who was in tight jeans and denim jacket.

Finally we greeted and exchanged a few words and I  walked out very impatient to check my vouchers.

I opened the envelope and checked for the voucher and was really smiling att the way in the elevator.

Oh my gosh!

A 1000 dirhams voucher to shop at tavola?

Thats kind of a dream come true.

It was the biggest gift won for just a small letter.

Later on I dropped in at mall of the Emirates to do a bit of shopping to go back to colombo.

I sure did have my two kids and was busy as a bee feeding the kids and shopping at times.

I sure did shop at tavola and got a few things for myself.

After all my work was done I walked towards the prayer section which has been moved to the top most level which is a bit of a hassel for those with kids. As the entrance is through the parking.

I walked towards the parking lot and saw a cleaner and asked for the way to the prayer room.

He insisted to help me and asked me to follow.

He even requested to push the pram. The weather was very hot and it’s not very easy to even walk in a parking lot. It’s like being steamed.

He strolled my stroller and guided me towards the prayer hall. I sometimes feel very sad to reward someone by cash as sometimes some may not like it. So I had to hand over a latte which I already had as a reward. The worker took it with a thank you and checked on the bottle. It was a Starbucks latter in a bottle.he smiled in glee as he saw the bottle.

Happiness lays in seeing others happy

These are a few chance encounters that helped me make this story. There have been many instances where people do help me with my baby stroller.

This time I was with two kids but when I was with nust the eldest one and had to go for an interview. A couple of ladies travelling to work helped my keep my son occupied by showing him videos and coming along with me to drop me at the destination.

That was just an unforgettable chance Encounter I’ve ever had. Who would even bother to care if am alone? People might wonder why do I have to travel with a baby. But passions needs it’s time or I may feel sad. There are no barriers to achieve our mind is the barrier.

Chance Encounter


The chirping of birds

While the sunrise

And the waves giggle

Enjoying the morning view

Along the sandy beaches

Is a rhythm

The postmans bell

And the letterbox movements

The chittering of a squirrel

running over the mango tree

Hunting for the ripe mangos

While the leaves rustle on the grass with a stick

When the crows caw

For the  cooking smell in the kitchen

Wondering what and how to reach the pot

The mynas random visit

To pick a few grains of rice

Which accidentally fell on the garden tile

Sharing with the fellow myna

Hastily gathering there feathers with a whistle

And rushing to fly away high

While we run to the window to check


The bees and butterflies

Fly around the wildflowers in the tiny garden

While they get a bit farther

For the splashing of water

Over the plamt pots

As the wind blows

The evening breeze kissing our cheeks

While the bell at the nearby temple goes on ding-dong ding-dong

The looting of horns

The laughter of kids

The scream of the teenagers

The shouting of the vegetable vendor

The bell of the kadala guy

While the kights go on

And the city prepare to rest

The hi and bye of little children and loud footsteps of kids after tuition

Everything is a Music for the explorer


Stop you will hear the music

Observe you will see the music

Listen you will enjoy the music

Everyday life is filled with music

The explorer never stops enjoying the life music

!– +SWOOP –>

Life Scars

The faded tears of pain and hurt

The pains of labour rooms

The anger and frustration of taking care

The joy and beauty of being cared for

The joy of travel and food

The happiness is the happiness of kids

The guilty pleasure of letting go

The guilty joy of arguing

Everything from crawling kids

And even the neighbours

Everything in life has a scar

In a form of memory

Or even as an image

The happy scars and the sad scars

The only scars that never fade

Like those ceasar deliveries




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The Obstacles Enroute

When i wanted to complete education

My absence was an Obstacle

When i wanted to reenter school

My age was an Obstacle

When I Longed-for education

My expectations were an Obstacle

I applied, reapplied and reapplied

To the college of journalism

When I dreamt of being a journalist

The war was an Obstacle

When the war was over

My traditional stood as an Obstacle

it took me 10 years to just realise

All the Obstacles are just for own good

Sometimes Obstacles are a fate

Sometimes Obstacles are a will of god

Or sometimes they are a luck

Just to make sure we found the best

Obstacles are not just bad

They are sometimes positive too

If only I haven’t gone through this Obstacles

I wouldn’t have been writing

In my own comfort zone

With no deadlines yet many readers

Obstacles are my guides

They are the Obstacles of my life

The Obstacles are which

pointed me towards the right direction



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