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The Game of Gratitude

[mehndidesigner]

Selfie with the bestie ♥️ 👰Aman @rawrkaur with the amazing @batra_naina who also did the makeup for Aman. Jagdeep of @visiononestudios did a great job of capturing this special moment. Lehnga @phulkarishoppepatiala Decor @mubaraqmubarak Floral jewelry @lefleurjewels . . . . . . @hennainspo_ #bridal_dreams #mehndihenna #indianbride #weddingplz #indianweddinghndis #punjabiwedding #hennapro #hennainspire #indianstreetfashion #bridalexpressions #mehndi_inspire #wedmegood #indian_wedding_gallery #indianfusionweddings #indian_weddings #indianwedding #desibride #bigfatindianwedding #indian_wedding_inspiration #hennalookbook #teampixel #indiagramwedding #hennavideo #hennaart #shadiwaliinspirations #hennainspo_ #netting @allthingshenna_ @bridal_dreams @henna_blogger (at Tracy, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2xr1jOApKl/?igshid=11no8456lzcmc

[navigatethestream]

I just wanted to "Thank You" for responding to the ignorant post, "Why The Qur'an." I could not have said it any better than you did. I was deeply offended by the individual's lack of knowledge in other Faiths & furthermore his devaluing of them. One voice of wisdom goes a long way; thank you for yours :)

no problem! 

:)

[rawrkaur]

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[rawrkaur]

A part of me is broken, a part of me is not. Come fill my wounds with golden wisdom, like a Kintsukuroi pot.

(the Japanese art of embracing broken and flawed things. It means “to repair with gold” and embodies the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken.)

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[mehndidesigner]

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A glimpse of Aman's mehndi who also goes by @rawrkaur (hence the lion in her mehndi) Her husband loves the @lakers so she requested that. She had a Punjabi folk song written on the top of her arms which means Ours is a flock of sparrows, dear father, We’ll fly away On a long, long flight, This song is typically sung during the time a bride bids goodbye to her family and it's a very emotional moment. Lehnga @phulkarishoppepatiala Decor @mubaraqmubarak . . . . . . @hennainspo_ #bridal_dreams #mehndihenna #indianbride #weddingplz #indianweddinghndis #punjabiwedding #hennapro #hennainspire #indianstreetfashion #bridalexpressions #mehndi_inspire #wedmegood #indian_wedding_gallery #indianfusionweddings #indian_weddings #indianwedding #desibride #bigfatindianwedding #indian_wedding_inspiration #hennalookbook #teampixel #indiagramwedding #hennavideo #hennaart #shadiwaliinspirations #hennainspo_ #netting @allthingshenna_ @bridal_dreams @henna_blogger (at Tracy, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2B6lZeALg_/?igshid=hgyvf02cmm8p

[rawrkaur]

Size me up

You size me up for my waist, I think you’re wasting your time. Maybe the weight I carry Is one you don’t have a scale for. Because, Maybe I’m growing in ways, You just don’t know how to measure.

[rawrkaur]

Ink in my veins

There's ink in my veins, And a tune in my heart. Sometimes I pen the words in my head, And people call it art.

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Transitions

There was a time when I used to feel insecure about my Punjabi speaking tongue & punjabi habits because I was made to feel by my peers as though it was primitive or otherwise classified as “fob” in my time. My Punjabi would raise eyebrows & culminate silence. Speaking “white-washed Punjabi” seemed like the common, accepted, & posh thing to do. My ability to speak, read, and write Punjabi was automatically assumed to have been a result of my birth in Punjab. Which would have been true, if I hadn’t immigrated to California at the age of 2. The only thing I was bringing with me at that age, was curiosity bespoken with broken & slurred words -just as any 2 year old child anywhere in the world. For a child at that age is barely learning to control the mechanisms of their tongue muscles much less the ability to transport an entire language over ocean waters. Perhaps I was raised in Punjab though. In the way that most immigrant families carry forth the traditions of their forefathers & motherland in their hearts and into their new foreign homes. My mother & father created a Punjab at home by stressing the need to preserve the Punjabi tongue at home. I specifically recall my father’s explanation for this, “living in a foreign land will make English your default language, but the diminishing of Punjabi will be the loss of your roots” even when I couldn’t understand his big words, the seriousness of his tone helped me derive the depth of his message. Being the obedient child I was, I complied. Whether it began from fear of disappointing my father or something else is a petty matter of perspective but, sure enough I led the march to Punjabi School on Sunday mornings with my siblings trailing behind me to carry on the family dignity. My curiosity grew & since I was already a devoted diary-writer at the age of 9, my love for words allowed me to embrace this new experience quite easily. I was eager to express my childish poems in a different language. As a result of this, and well, my teacher’s love for my penmanship, I excelled and wrote, excelled and wrote, and wrote some more. Positive reinforcement may have been the secret to my story. I quickly mastered reading & writing Punjabi. In my personal run towards the goal, I didn’t realize how many people were left behind or opted out. It was only when I reached high school that I began to realize not everyone had the same magnetic drive that I did for a number of reasons: lack of parental motivation/interaction, personal interest, or bad instructors. While the 1st two were out of my control, the 3rd one especially bothered me. So I took on the role myself. I became a Punjabi school teacher. And tell my father he can go to bed in peace, because I’ll be a student and teacher, for the rest of my Life.

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