Cool October

I hate it when I am absent for so long. I wanted this blog to be a weekly or biweekly entry. Oh well, moving on.
August and September were so stressful and  hectic for me since I moved to IN with my family. Ahsan was left behind in MN waiting for me to land a full time job here before he come and join us. Let's hope for the best.
The more time I spend around my mother, the more I see how much I am like her in how I feel about things and how I analyze and react to people and things. I love my mother, but I don't want to be exactly like her. I want to be confident, COOL, sexy, modern, undrestanding, etc. And I am none of those things all the way, all the time. I have to admit, I see why Ahsan would have complained about few flaws and shortcomings of mine. Besides, my moodiness directly affects my baby and now she is stressed, moody and easily angered. I really need to change for better, for myself, my baby and my family.
Ok blog, now you are going to be my tool to stay on track.
In afghanistan, wives were afraid of their husbands, hid things from them, and had no life and no identity outside their marital and family status. Even then and there, I didn't like it. Now I am turning into my own nightmare. (First thing... stop the negative self talk.)
So, I am a confident woman in the modern and free country. Start living a free and modern life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I think my baby is up. I will come back in few days and log more.

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