When it rains, and i’m inside hearing the sounds of water pouring in that triggers the thoughts and memories of moments that weren’t so kind to me yet i get drowned deep into finding m…
Source: The not so little Harrasments
When it rains, and i’m inside hearing the sounds of water pouring in that triggers the thoughts and memories of moments that weren’t so kind to me yet i get drowned deep into finding m…
Source: The not so little Harrasments
When it rains, and I’m inside the box, i try to position myself close to window so that i am able to hear the sound of water pouring down that kind of triggers the thoughts and memories of moments i get deeper into finding myself lost in its blurry commotions. Remembering those unkind days, the force, Coercion and immediate, predominant physical forceful pressure that made you feel sick, scared and at times embarrassed, lonely and sad. The stress of which doesn’t allow you to walk out of your enclosure and get together with the children of your age in their presence.
It all starts from the family and the siblings who pick on you, call you names that kind of get heard by people from outside who then copy the same maneuver with the thoughts of getting popular through specifically Kids who were upsetting quickly had turned into great laughing stocks for the people who would enjoy watching them react out of what they were told. the words were copied and used by larger number, even those outside from the area. the choice of get a buddy and be a buddy was kind of getting harder as the attempts would grow in greater number that the person who once was your buddy would feel uncomfortable with it and find its way to a separation, in order not to become the next victim. Their power they were looking for would slip away quickly and most of them wind up in trouble from repeating the mean and hurtful things with very little people remaining in their circle in the end.
Now let’s talk about the means of communication that people were used to establishing with each other. It were the House, Mosque, Playground, School, Video Game center, Garden and fishing area. these were the places where people usually met and greeted one another. In the house some members of the family is adept at distorting people’s’ perceptions with intent to engender a negative view of their target in the minds of family members, neighbors, friends and people in positions of officialdom and authority; which is achieved through undermining, the creation of doubts and suspicions, and the sharing of false concerns, etc. This poisoning of people’s minds was difficult to counter, sort of hard to articulate manner to help people to see through the mask of deceit and to understand how and why they were being used as pawns. Who would portray the target (and certain other family members) as irresponsible, unstable, undependable, uncaring, unreliable and untrustworthy, by the constant highlighting – using distortion and fabrication – of alleged failures, breaches of trust, lack of reliability, etc. Which was reinforced by inclusion of the occasional piece of juicy gossip about the target’s alleged misdemeanors or untrustworthiness in respect of relationships and communication with people. The objective was to manipulate the family member’s perceptions and create a dependency so that the family member comes to rely exclusively on the bully and see the bully as the sole source of reliable information whilst distrusting everyone else. Any person who was capable of exposing and breaking the dependency was targeted with venom and would find their name blackened at every opportunity. Whenever close to being outwitted and exposed, the bully feigned victimhood and turned the focus on themselves – which was another example of manipulation through their emotion of guilt, sympathy, feeling sorry, etc. Some were especially partial to making themselves the center of attention by claiming to be the injured party whilst portraying their target as the villain of the piece. When the target tried to explain the game, they were immediately labelled “paranoid”. This was and is actually happening everywhere, in schools, workplaces and some peer circles where you can find some great examples you may have experienced. they are easy to spot once you know what you are looking at their compulsive lying, manipulating (or emotions, perceptions, beliefs), unpredictability, deception, denial, arrogance, narcissism, attention-seeking, whilst always charming and plausible, especially when those impressionable witnesses are present.
until this day i don’t know the concept of being a man told by stereotypical people who weren’t even vaguely familiar with the structure of how a man should be. When i was a little a boy of age 5 i was sent to the mosque to attend prayers and learn Quran where you would find people from different nations who had fled the Russian war. The targets were usually pale skinned people from Northern and Eastern Afghanistan who were from Tajik, Uzbek and Turkman ethnic groups of Afghanistan whom the Pakistani people would pick on and harass on the streets if spotted. preteens would smoke joints and try to make their voice heavier and act aggressive to show that they are grown up to the eyes of public that unfortunately they would get applause from friends and siblings that would become a horrible source of motivation for the confused teenager. Sadly to be a man in our society is to be violent, talk bad language, have sex with women and smoke weed. if you don’t fight in the street, or hangout with irresponsible adults then you are a home boy sissy. I remember the time when my brother and cousins would get those broken pieces of glass and shave their legs and hands and face to grow beard and body hair and eat dust of that particular mountain rock to develop a heavy voice. I also remember how i was discriminated for being hairless and clean skinned by the very members of my family that to my best i ignore them and sometimes even argue to cut them out and then not talk to them for sometime. i always tried less constrained who i thought i had to be in order to be masculine like them than spending time thinking about becoming one of those copy-cut factors that i never liked. my friends were my books, the ones that would drown me in the sea of imaginations. my thoughts were completely different from them, my ideas were different too. My uncle took my older sister out of school, because it was a shame in that community for a female to walk alone. he also tried to take my 2 aunts and 1 cousin out of their school despite being transported by their school vehicle where they stayed in the dorm all the time and visited our family once in two weeks.
In school i tried to stay in my spot and never talked to anyone in the classroom because of the fear of getting teased and picked on. There were a couple of bad guys in every classroom who’d dominate the lead and bully the weak ones. my focus was how to move ahead and fit myself in the front row that i thankfully made my way through. People i chose to befriend were older than me in age and were actually nice people. it was from the observation i made in one month from being silent and learn about each and everyone. There were also a few other peers of the bad guys weaved into the chain of one another so it was like a series of connection that they built with each other all over school from different classrooms. the way i chatted with my favorite ones was by writing them in a piece of paper where they wrote their response below my text to make it look like we are studying. I helped a couple of class fellas by writing them some useful advise from my experience. Being a pretty boy in a school is a major problem and costs a lot to come over obstacles, bullies and sexual harassment from the dominant school gangs. What i did was wear baggy clothes, shave my head and always tried to seem dirty and that actually helped me being ignored in the crowd. it hurt me to school others being picked on and bullied the entire time. despite that they would still follow me sometime that i somehow could manage to back them off with the help of the big nice ones in the classroom who would gladly stand my your defense.
We think of Bullies and harassment only to be the teenage and school period problem but to what i have experienced it exists everywhere. I was fired by my manager for not satisfying his needs, a wrong sexual relation that i was in a complete honest denial and rejection which led to my removal from that Organization. I was bullied and harassed by a coupled of ESL students in Military school both the lower, and the higher ranked, cadets and officers. During the break period i never went outside with the other teachers because of the great number of military students involving in inappropriate conversations and debates which could trigger unhealthy reaction from any side. what i did instead was to stay in the room and read the Glencoe literature books pretty similar to the ones i used to borrow from the library back in my hometown. Those few particular students would ask me creepy questions and ask to remove my glasses and let them see my face clearly and tried to get in deeper details about my personal and private informations and one day i cried in a strangled voice in the library as i was observing students attending the Book Quiz in the computer lab. Andrew another ESL teacher was sitting few steps away from me and he once startled as he heard the heckle that went off from my tone which i grasped and buried in my throat and pretended like nothing had happened. Andrew later told Neil who had freshly substituted Leasa who was on a leave in Texas attending her fathers funeral ceremony. Elana was a wonderful lady, whom i become very good friends with. Yvette was another sweet women who joined us later, then Mark the chatterbox. Neil came to me and summoned me privately in the Teachers room where we used to conduct PD’s professional development sessions. First i tried to hide and pretend but then as he went a little deeper with Elana insisting twice, i told them. i told everything that was going around the Military school. they introduced the matter to the head office and those students were called and warned officially that one of them started behaving in a disrespectful manner who was almost disqualified from the Training Exercise which was due in 2 months in San Antonio, Texas. I went to the office and asked them to give him another chance and tried to turn the situation in a good position. the student was becoming sort of aggressive and behaved meanly in the classroom, But thanks to my patience and tolerance that gracefully me saved my dignity. and today those people who bullied me, threatened me and said mean things are writing me thank you notes and i miss you phrases from across the oceans.
The persepctive of having a self trust allows the courage in you to crawl further out on the limb allowing you to listen to your own opinion without the nagging voice of well wishing, but fearful friends, whose sincerest wish is to shield you from failure, while they only succeed in protecting you from success, where the worst thing would be listening to the tiny critics inside your own head that concoct the wildest scenes possible of failure, carnage and ambition ruin.
what takes you to stay on course is your self-Consciousness, trust, vision and call for the quest and the resistance recognition for all the fears and doubts within yourself. After finding the trust in yourself, there is a need for looking it in the others that could help breed loyalty, empowerment and encouragment into others. To show the parralel of better parenting where you could do better not to crush a child’s spirit or make them feel worthless but rather giving them the room to grow their creativity and learn from their mistakes. They will not only be inspired to your cause, but also rise to your challenge and, further, act on your call.
Self-reliance is the ability to make your own decisions confidently and independently, different than how others put in their opinions about us . It is also important to view conformity and obedience in the context of social relations between the group and the self where society also affects the up bringing of you. We can see that if born in a rich family you are subjected to different atmosphere than a person who is born in a poor family. In a poor family you start to help in the expenses of the house by working in addition to your education if you have any. On the other side, in a rich family your education and family is the most important thing that develops your self-conscious. Many people under the self-conscious influence force develop personhood, which differentiates in each of us into a range of tendencies ranging from movement toward soul to movement toward the self-centered ego causing us to believe that we posses power. When you are with your group of friends, it is not easy to speak your mind or do the things you would like to do because you fear that you would make the worst or wrong decision. You fear the embarrassment that the group would disagree with your decision; evidently, you have to consider their favors. Ruggiero states the individual is “behaving as others do is conformity. In some situation conformity is the wisest course of action ¦ in contrast, mindless conformity is unreasonable and in many cases unreasoning. Conformity in John F’s definition is the jailer of freedom and the enemy of growth. it cannot coexist with free thinking but rather greatly oppose each other. Many people who try to invent something are not successful because they are afraid to break the confines of the outline. Mean that the people are so accustomed to thinking like everybody else, they are afraid to explore the possibilities of their mind. They can’t picture something that already isn’t there. Often a person will see something that was invented and wonder why they never thought of something so simple. The answer is very uncomplicated. they didn’t break the confines of the out line. Normally, when people do a puzzle, they will have to think about the answers, sort of like a maze. If what they first try doesn’t work then they have to try another direction to see if something else will work. Those people, even though they don’t know it have just thought outside the box deciding that rather than quitting, they are going to keep trying, and see if they can find another way to do it. Accepting yourself and fully being what you are, your simple presence can make others happy. When you are feeling good about yourself your day will go by so much better. Learning how to love yourself is a key ingredient for happiness. Self love is at the very core of wellbeing, joy, self-empowerment, and our ability to enjoy the kind of life we want. Even if you had everything else in your life exactly the way you wanted it, you wouldn’t be able to enjoy it if you weren’t at peace with yourself.
10:00AM in morning and i’m still lying in bed, whining in pain and agony following the horrible fight i had yesterday evening with a friend cursing and wishing him death from cancer, how immature and mean. Its actually my heel and ankle that have been aching badly since yesterday evening. This is the consequence of not taking on time action reaponsibly. I can relate it to the spinal cord problem that i have been experiencing from the very first time of its occurance back in 2013 when i was swinging and swaying from the tree branch one day prior to my job interview for which i have had undergone through some stages of not so very careful medications.
Well i can tell that attitude forms from observation and experience over the years of our lives. It is developed from the thoughts and assessions of factors like people, object, events or issues that make an impact on our behaviors with the possiblity of a change within, depending on the scenario of life.
Sometimes i sit and assist myself learning how mean i am. When am i actually going to grow up or when will it be the time when people stop treating me like a spoiled kid? Or is it maybe because of the love i give them that come back floating in return as a surprise? For instance my teenage student treating me like he is my elder brother. I happen to not appteciate the people and things around me. for example My dad, i scold him, write him bad stuff and complain a lot about things and then we stop talking to each other for days, weeks, months and finally we get together. Shows how forgiving, kind man he is. My friends, they are caring and very considerate people who i hurt and push away with false imaginations of them treasoning me. My God father, whom i mistreat, screamed at and blamed all my problems on while the man tried to be so nice, helpful and kind to me. He looked afrer me, took care of me, did everything so that i don’t feel the absence of things that i need. But still i never listen to him, annoy him with my horrible comments upseting him many times. Despite all that he still is nice to me and warns me about attacking himself with a knife incase if i leave home. My good friend, whom i becalled, accused of many things which weren’t true, pushed him away writing him mean paragraphs but the man still embraced me and showed so much love and care with open hugs. and for the record, I still am mad at him for some stupid reasons, running away as far as possible. My best friend, who came from another continent to meet me, i scolded her and yelled at her for losing her kids and house to an opportunist coward whom i strongly opposed her from getting married to. She is back with the house and kids and loves me the way she did. My other russian friend who is such a nice girl, i reacted over her invitation of offering me a drink, to the extent i made her cry. My italian friend whose house i was invited over and threw away the glass of vodka as he poured me by mistake and to point it is as a great offense to threw away the glass of drink offered by someone. My mom, whom i love so much and i somehow upset her asking her why dad did that to her, i just hurt her feelings pushing around with unncessary questions. My God i am such a swirling mess of contradictions.
i have come to understand and somehow managed to break it to myself that it is easier to blame others for your shortcomings than it is to take responsibility for them. It’s easier to blame than admit you’re not that good. It’s easier to blame than it is to improve. It’s easier to blame than face your own reality. We all dealt with people who blame others all the time and who try to be right by making others wrong. this act of blaming others can be a cry of pain and a request for support. When the person desperately wants someone else to fix something for him he might blame him in order to motivate him to take actions. It’s much harder to take actions, to solve our problems and to get rid of our emotional wounds than to just blame someone else for our pain whereas taking responsibility for your life is scary, no doubt. It places a big bulls eye on your ego, and exposes your ego to *shudder* failure. When you accept responsibility for your life it means that every single success and failure is because of your actions, and this very fact is often what causes people to keep the ‘victim’ mentality for so long. As a ‘victim’, your failures are never your fault, they are always caused by others and allows your ego to feel safe behind a wall of lies.
The only person who responsible for your happiness is you, only you, for your fitness and health, for your relationships, for your finances and for all your actions that unfortunately you’ve been hiding from that responsibility. You’ve been blaming your unhappiness and incompetence on others. It’s time to stop blaming others and taking responsibility for your own life. That’s when you really start to live. You have to work with what you’ve got, and make things better for yourself. If you’re not happy with your job, have you thought about not complaining and actually going out and looking for a second job, or a new job, or starting something on the side (like an online business) but what if they are scam like i mentioned in my earlier post? Well there are tons of places and many opportunities with many options for you to work out and direct your path to.
There’s basically no limit to the types of things we can do. Get a camera and learn photography. Pick up a musical instrument. Practice a new language. Learn to beatbox. Start a live-action roleplaying group. Just make sure that whatever we choose is something we enjoy doing, or it’ll become a chore rather than a hobby. It still saddens me as I have made a choice to distance myself from this behaviour and those friends. I should Try to listen more than i talk, at least at first. And not interrupt people or saying but I think and Letting them talk. Going into situations expecting that everyone else is human, just like me. They probably won’t try to be mean or hurtful, but they may also make mistake from which we both could learn. And last but not least accept responsibility when things go wrong.
It’s Sunday Afternoon and as usual i’m busy making a list of things i need to buy, my phone buzzes with the notification banner popping up from the Linkedin App from someone with the name Abel Adams Jr. The message contains questions about my contact details and location, ok as Linkedin is a professional networking site, i’m intrigued with it and wondering if he has checked my profile out and is prolly interested in offering me a job. I already have a job, part time in two places, but the idea of getting an additional one online sounds great. Besides the excitement my instincts gave me the sense of curisity to some level that i couldn’t give off this stranger a very detailed info. Soon he responded back next day with a generous offer of an online Gold dust marketing job sending me the link of an instant money making site. What a great man, hailing from nowhere like a genie with such a wonderful help offer.
(Picture: This online marketing job offer, sweet – isn’t it?)
I clicked and opened the link wondering what shape and format the background would be as i have done some web designing back in the days.
(Picture: The website of online marketing job ‘spammer site’)
Despite rejecting such fraud ads many times, i fell for it this time and it’s because i put a little trust in the professional networking site memeber with over 500 followers. with a little hesitation, i’m still hoping for the promising good results with the not so good preparations for the worse segments.
(Picture: The amount of cash deposited in the box, $10 per visitors view)
I finally made it through sharing the link in multiple social networking sites like Facebook, Google+ and WhatsApp where some confused and a few happy about this easy well paid online job. Some called it spam and the rest are waiting to see if i am able to get the money. On the other hand, I am delighted for the amount that has snowballed into this great numbers.
(Picture: The money withdrawal link following the payment portal)
I clicked on the link to claim my cash withdrawal and i get directed to a survey site where i have to choose one of the options of either downloading and playing games or an application of music of some kind, and as i click on one of them there appears a gaming site asking for my number and directing me to a weekly subscription program of $4,99 per week, what? Are you kidding me? They not only wasted my my time and energy into the false game of tricking me into their scam puzzle but also now want me to pay them on a weekly basis for playing games that i abhor? Oh no, it is a scam and i am fooled in it by the stranger from a an authentic professional networking site.
(Picture: Game site ridiculing my efforts and trust)
As i click to get further into this spam test, i am asked to enter my bank Account information, seriously? I have to degrade myself more into this treacherous wrongful image of foul notion, oh how much more low would they steep down? My friends, some of them are waiting to hear my results, and some may have fallen into this false game wasting their time and energy and maybe even their hope and money to which i blame myself for being a bad influence to them. Will sorry be enough, i have no idea. What i learn from this experience is that scammers exist everywhere in different forms. They know that finding a job can be tough. To trick people looking for honest work, they advertise where real employers and job placement firms do. They also make upbeat promises about your chances of employment, and virtually all of them ask you to pay them for their services before you get a job which they bring forward the matter in different styles by either directly asking you for the money or take you into their phissing sites asking for your banking information or your subscription to their products they want you to buy in exchange for the money. But the promise of a job isn’t the same thing as a job. If you have to pay for the promise, it’s likely a scam.
It’s almost March, marking the death anniversary of a 27 year old law graduate and a volunteer teacher going by the name of Farkhunda, who was lynched by a mob in the centre of Kabul on the afternoon of 19 March 2015 for fighting the battle against supersitious practice of an iliterate charlatan mullah wanabe named Zainuldin, a shrine caretaker – who provoked people against her into a false accusation of burning a copy of Koran. She was beaten with sticks, pelted with rocks and ran over with a car, after which her body was tossed and dumped on the banks of the muddy and polluted Kabul river and set alight.
(Picture: Farkhunda holding a copy of Quran)
(Picture: Zainuldin, the shrine caretaker who was running the business of selling charm papers rolled in colorful scraps calling them instant miraculous healers)
This is the man she had been arguing with over practices she deemed superstitious and un-Islamic. Those practices included selling tawiz (puzzled texts told be prayers written on paper and usually worn in a cloth pouch in the belief they will protect the wearer from evil, or bring good fortune), and encouragment of people tasting the soil from the saint’s grave in the shrine for its ‘healing powers,’ seeking the saint’s intercession, kissing his gravestone or other markers and performing (normal Islamic) prayers within the shrine. Farkhunda’s family said that she had, for a while, been visiting the shrine to preach against these practices, which have been common in shrines in Afghanistan and elsewhere for centuries, but are increasingly proscribed by a new generation of mullahs who view them either as un-Islamic per se or as having evolved to contain un-Islamic innovations
(Picture: Farkhunda telling the angry men to back off and doesn’t want to be touched by strangers and begged for a respect toward her dignity)
The very first coward to pull Farkhunda out of the shrine, and removed her scarf acting as one of the begginners of the attackers.
(Picture: Farkhunda helplessly thrown into the pack of angry animals)
They grabbed her, pulled her hair, hit her, spit at her, pushed her to the ground, stomped on her body, kicked her in the head, and ripped the veil from her face. During the attack, which lasted for about half an hour, the police did attempt, at some points, to save Farkhunda, but at other instances they can be seen standing idly as the attackers continue to beat her, which was documented in amateur footage recorded by witnesses.
(Picture: The riverbed where Farkhunda’s body was tossed)
After the brutal and merciless beatings into unconsciousness; the crowd dragged her motionless body into the street and ran over her body with a car, dragging her some 300 feet. They then threw her into the muddy river bed, set her corpse on fire and watched her body burn. They used their own clothing articles (e.g. scarves and hats) to keep the fire alight, because her own clothing and body were so bloodied that they would not catch alight. Her half burned corpse was later transfered to the hospital by firefighter who later went to the scene for the rescue.
(Picture: A picture of Farkhunda plus the videos of the assault on her circulated widely on social media that attracted public attention demanding justice for her)
Her death shocked public for its brutality and spurred calls for authorities to uphold women’s rights to equality and protection from violence. The shootage resonated all over the globe through the social networking sites that raised the voices of people from all around the world.
(Picture: The district police head who ordered her family to take her body and secretly burry it and move silently out of the town for their safety)
Her family was told that Farkhunda had been accused of burning the Koran and was being interrogated. Her brother said:
“The police suggested that we should say Farkhunda had a mental problem to avoid things getting out of hand,” adding “My dad just wanted her released and went along with it.” The family said it was only later that night that they were told Farkhunda had been killed and that they should leave Kabul for their own safety. Since then the family’s life was turned upside down. “None of us go out,” her brother said. “We couldn’t go to work and our children couldn’t go to school.”
He said the family wanted justice.
“If we just let it go, tomorrow another woman could be killed just like Farkhunda,” her said. The police came undee strong criticism of Farkhunda and public for their reckless behavior during the attrocity.
(Picture: justice for Farkhunda ads continued and soon circulated across the country with many activists gathering in protest)
(Pictues: The unprecedented killing was followed by unprecedented protests with a complete break of traditon, women carrying her coffin and performing the burrial)
In the days that followed, thousands protested in Kabul and other cities, demanding justice.
Some demonstrators carried banners bearing a picture of the bloodied face of Farkhunda. Others painted their own faces red. women’s rights activists carried the casket, a complete break with tradition as the role is always performed by men. Cleric Mullah Ayaz was driven out of the ceremony by the women who were angry on his heinous remarks supporting her death mistakenly without knowing the real case following the friday prayers at a public gathering. Thousands of protesters took to the streets of Kabul protesting her brutal death. Protesters marched from where the attack began to where it ended.
(Picture: The campaign and protest continued with even large groups of people growing in numbers asking to bring the attackers into the court of justice and punishment)
Public anger towards the murderers and shrine attendant had also been building up, emboldening civic activists to speak out in the name of a shocked public. Notables who had publicly endorsed the lynching now found themselves at the centre of public abhorrence. The government reacted by dismissing police spokesperson Stanekzai and deputy culture minister Hasanzada from their jobs. Parliament reacted by summoning the ministers for interior, and hajj and religious affairs to answer questions about the failure of police to stop the lynching and to present the government’s plans for better supervision of the country’s mosques and shrines. As the members of the parliament discussed the issue, many burst into tears. The Minister of Interior, Nur-ul-Haq Ulumi, admitted the police’s failure to save Farkhunda and the Minister of Hajj and Religious Affairs, Faiz Muhamamd Osmani, promised to rid shrines of amulet and charm sellers. The Shah-e Du Shamshira shrine was subsequently closed. MPs also asked Osmani to curtail the preaching of extremism in mosques and tighten and expand the state’s control over religious institutions, a call that was repeated during a protest by students and civil society activists across the country.
(Pictures: Criminals identified and brought into the court of law through the help of public identifying them from the video clips circulated in social networking sites)
28 people were arrested and 13 police officers suspended as part of investigations. Hashmat Stanikzai, a cleric who publicly endorsed the murder, was sacked over comments that he made on social media supporting Farkhunda’s killers. The authorities were still looking for more suspects and had offered a reward of £1,130.
(Pictures: people lit candles in the memeory of Farkhunda and placed flowers in the place where she was brutally murdered and around to honor her innocence and make the sense of death she experienced)
There were so much compassion for farkhunda, women and man, young and old, all were out to rememebr farkhunda paying their heartfelt tributes for her. A mother named her child after her in public. Students played her scene in kabul and india in her rememberance. The avenue was named after her and there were reports of the shrine to be named after her as well. The cruelty and horror against Farkhunda will remain alive forever in the heart of the history that should be kept beating until no other woman, no other human being has to suffer from such violence. Her killing gave people a courage no one had imagined before. Rest in peace our dear heroic sister Farkhunda.
It is very important for us to eat clean which involves not only choosing the right foods to eat but also avoiding the ones failing to meet a Good Hygiene Practice. the idea is more about being mindful of the food’s pathway between its origin and your plate.
There are agencies that inspect bakeries in the neighborhoods to ascertain the environmental status of their facilities. Any bakery that violates the directive will face outright closure or withdrawal of approval. To express concern with the poor hygienic conditions in which some bakeries might be operating is to have a little close look at the following picture:
(Picture: found this inside the pack of breads bought from the bakery a couple of weeks ago)
The worry and concerns about whether they might be baking clean drove me to buying myself raw ingredientes from the supermarket and bake it on my own for every morning breakfast.
Here i am sharing a healthy and easy breasy plain paratha recipe that can go great as a breakfast or in lunch box depending on your choice. It can be served with a glass of milk or a cup of hot tea or a well cooked vegetable sauce. I have been using this simple recipe since few weeks but a mashed potato or grathed pumpkin goes very well too, just in case you like your breakfasf to be a little heavier.
There is also a fried Chapati which is an important traditional south Asian breakfast which the weight watchers have to excuse me for it. The lean people are welcome to serve with flavor in the beginning of their mornings. Both of them can be made from wheat flour, white or mixed, whichever way you prefer it. You can make a triangle or a round shaped parathas depending on your choice. And once you know the make of basic one, you can make more interesting forms by filling it with your favorite ways of stuffings that you can add them ingridients to the dough while you knead ending up with very delicious versions of paratha for yourself.
This is a recipe for a plain/simple paratha.
2 cups of wholewheat or white flour.
1 cup of water
1 table spoon oil
Salte enough to the taste
Yeast if you want to
With the amount of required flour in a bowl, pour warm water and add salt and then mix them well together.
Use hand or food processor to knead the dough. Add the amount of required oil while kneading.
Divide the dough into small equal sized balls and set them aside.
Sprinkle flour on a clean working surface and put the dough on it.
Get a roller and flatten up the ball to a round circled form as shown in the pictures:
Get a skillet or a frying pan over medium heat before you lie the flattened dough in it. Don’t let the flames in high level but leave it in the medium level so that it doesn’t burn your paratha.
Be observant and keep checking on the sides to prevent from burning. And wait until the one side is browned and cooks through. Then turn the otherside with the same method.
Here is your plain Paratha. Rememeber that you can make the other kinds mentioned above through the practical forms in practice and enjoy yourself a good breakfast.