I grew up hearing stories from my grandmother. There are so many of her childhood but what I loved most were details about her. She always *wore emeralds...her favorites. She always had a crisp white chaadar on. Ithar. She got ready every single morning like she had somewhere to be (nothing like me where I barely dry my hair before I fly out the door). A very classic *batuwa.
She grew up in some amazing times...palaces, elephants, feelbaan, etc. There was such a.............regal............feel to everything she said...even her language.
She was from Lucknow, India. Migrated to KHI after the partition of course and left her entire life behind to start fresh. She raised her kids there, married them off, lost her husband, came to the US and then raised us here, survived cancer once and then eventually succumbed to it when it came back ten years later. I have never met a tougher lady.
She is gone but so much of her is still alive. May Allah swt grant her a high place in Jannah.
p.s. - not a story but this thread just made me miss her so much
LOL they were very drama-bazi log, but that’s what I love about them, there’s a real sense of grand-ness to them and less of the selfishness we see today
Reha your grandma sounds amazing, I love how regal and refined everything sounds. May Allah grant her jannat, she sounds like a real classy lady.
My dad was only a child but he remembers Fatima Jinnah coming to their house in white clothes and a white stretch limo, he sits there describing it as if he can see it, it's quite sweet.
My nanee has horrific stories, too horrific to reiterate, because they weren't as well off and couldn't afford a plane ticket.
I agree with Reha, it's so far fetched from our lives today and it sounds beautiful and incredible but I cannot relate. I just listen and it's as if you're watching a film or hearing a fairytale, another world entirely.
My dad tells us incredible stories from my dadee's time, she had a very different upbringing and lived in an old palace in Bangalore which I'd love to visit and my daddaa abbu was friends with Dilip Kumar and was in with the bollywood crowd and British army so although entirely different to my nanee's stories they're still incredible and just from another world entirely.
My dad was only a child but he remembers Fatima Jinnah coming to their house in white clothes and a white stretch limo, he sits there describing it as if he can see it, it's quite sweet.
My nanee has horrific stories, too horrific to reiterate, because they weren't as well off and couldn't afford a plane ticket.
I agree with Reha, it's so far fetched from our lives today and it sounds beautiful and incredible but I cannot relate. I just listen and it's as if you're watching a film or hearing a fairytale, another world entirely.
My dad tells us incredible stories from my dadee's time, she had a very different upbringing and lived in an old palace in Bangalore which I'd love to visit and my daddaa abbu was friends with Dilip Kumar and was in with the bollywood crowd and British army so although entirely different to my nanee's stories they're still incredible and just from another world entirely.
Yeah, those were troubled times...so much bloodshed and so many lives lost. I heard some tragic tales as well.
And you're right...I always felt like I was watching a movie when I heard her talking. She knew a different childhood completely.
My grandfather thoroughly kicked butt of another grandfather..
they they went to najoomi.. najoomi told that other grandfather..
that he would have grand daughter name BBQ.
Maddy, I’d like a signed copy of the book if your sister ever gets around to publishing it! I’m loving reading through this thread. Thank you all for sharing the awesome stories, really loved them all and hoping to read more!! The loved ones who aren’t with us today, may they rest in peace.
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My Papa used to tell us a story from his childhood in Hyderabad pre-partition...He was out strolling with his nana and they happened upon a rally where Ghandiji was speaking! Papa got a pat on the head from the Mahatma himself!
I’m loving reading through this thread. Thank you all for sharing the awesome stories, really loved them all and hoping to read more!! The loved ones who aren’t with us today, may they rest in peace.