Moments of Wonder and Ponder

                                                         Asssalamualykum everyone!                   Well...three crafts to show you all and explain how we did them, not a 'DIY' tutorial, but anyway, who cares, Lol. They could be made as decor for any boring or dull place, you'll see how they'll make it look engaging and super creative! let's jump right into the post! Firstly, I have the worst camera, so the pictures look 100 times nicer in real life. :( 1. This one was originally H 's idea, but we made it together. It is a cement vase-like pen holder made by our aunt, we turned it on the other side to make the quirky yet kawaii décor piece! The polymer clay charms on the head of the thingy are all made by our talented cousin, so a huge thank you to her for gifting it to us generously! she's saying hi! Who won't let the little beings say hi too! 2. Again this was Hanah's idea, but I made it this time. The bowl-like thing of the creature named 'co

  When I grow up... When I grow up, I'd wanna be a mother, Nothing to say I'd be rather. Just to be that forever, A decision nothing but cleaver. Changing those nappies, Will surely make me happy. And when the years go by, When I'm fed up with those horrible cries, When my child is all grown up, She'll be ready to give me a big hug, For that which I've done, For simply being a lovely mum.

  Crickets. Crickets silent, crickets chirp on. Crickets chirpy sound on. So familiar, because I've heard it since I was born. O, now it's mute, What can I say about them? They are or ugly nor cute. Nor pretty as a sparkly gem. They are simply familiar, but not as a grasshopper. I remember not knowing what they were. So I screamed hitting it with a mopper. Thinking back,  I'm not sure whether I've known crickets since I was born.                                           Because then I wouldn't have hit it- oh smack.                                 But, yes but. I do remember the familiarity as it walked past my lorn.                                                                                                                                  Maybe......                                                                             Yes, Maybe...                                                I should let a cricket be with me.                                          

  Head leaning on knees,  hand-dying for rescue,  eyes blinking in confusion. Pen shaking, Mind recking. Brain quivering Trembling. Confusion with blurriness. ... Once the brain rolls from the stairs, O, yes! Studying from where? Upstairs! Just let me know who even cares? Neuron breaking into bits from that mind-boggling sight, it breaks from all those hits. The room was bright, Yes, it was, yes, it has, from all what? A math sum. - Khadijah Dilshad