Hello everyone,
Life is all about finding that one element which makes it beautiful. Life has different flavours to it -- sweetness, sourness, spice, bitterness -- you either get them in combinations or maybe sometimes you get to savour only one of it. But life is all about living up to the mark and enduring whatever comes in your way. Life is about living. Not giving up.
There are high and low tides. There are times when you feel like you're the king of the world, then there are times you feel you ain't got nothing. Your hands are empty and in front of you, lies a long, never-ending life. When you're happy, life becomes easy to live. but when you're not, it becomes really tough. Feels like it's stuck in your throat and you can't sink it in.
In times like these, it's very important to find the 'feel good' element in your life. Finding the feel good element is similar to finding pearls in shells. You have to explore. At times, you will get disappointment, but with passage of time, you do have enough experience to open only those shells which are sure to give you pearls.
Life is about small things as I always say. It's not about making big achievements. Cuz the end of the day, it's about mundane values. It doesn't matter if you're a CEO or a chairperson of an organization, you want to come back to peace and solitude. Not files and meetings. With all the insane things you do throughout the day, in the end, you want relaxation and relieve, and that can only be found in things that are not superficial. Things that can make you smile, that can ease the crease on your forehead, that can make you take a deep breath of relieve.
So how do you really find the 'feel good' element in your life? Well, it's not a set formula. It's different for everyone. It can vary. For me, it can be a scoop of mint ice-cream in winters, a cup of coffee in my lawn or maybe a pack of jellies. Or maybe the way I like to match my nose studs with the clothes I wear. Or maybe the locked-room self-modelling that I do. I like to click myself and laugh at the stupid poses I make later on. It can even be cleaning your room, talking with your parents, spending time with friends.
No matter how busy you are, take some time out for yourself. Spend some time with yourself. Show yourself some worth. Pamper yourself. Fix yourself a pedicure or a manicure. Take a long bath. Sleep for some more time when you feel like. Take naps. Wear good clothes even at home. And above all, eat carbs without thinking some time. :)
Life's good, only if you want it to be. Try to find those elements that make you happy and do them when you're caught in a low tide. Rise to a happy life.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Winters, badminton and numb fingers.
OmG,
Winters are here and one thing that comes to your mind in winters after coffee/soup is badminton. Two days back, me and my friend Madiha went to buy racquets and shuttlecock. After literally fighting with the salesman, we got a discount of Rs. 50 and the pair of racquets cost us Rs. 200 that is a hundred buck for each racquet. Since we fought for concession on racquets, we fought for shuttlecock too :p. We got a Rs. 5 off, which made it Rs. 20 each.
Anyhow. Today, I got free with my exams. Well technically yes, and non technically no. Yes because all the 'tough' exams are over and now only a viva is left. The viva is going to be easy peasy. Or so we expect. The viva course is magazine production, so God knows what our course instructor will ask us! I hope I do good though because I don't have much good terms with the course instructor anymore. May God help me. Yes.
Anyway, our exam finished at 6 pm and we stayed in university till 8 pm. Because we wanted to have loads of fun. Me, Sarah, Samreen and Sumbul went to have food and then later on we went to our favourite spot -- football ground -- and spent our time there. Laughing, chatting, reminiscing.
As I came back home, I got a message from Madiha asking if we have plans to goto board office or not. I confirmed the plan and left to her place to pick her up. To our dismay, but as usual, a political person died in the city which caused upheaval and unrest. Madiha and I landed to my home, had some chit-chat and went into the lawn for the badminton session. We used a water pipe to make a line in between so we both would know who is on which side.
Initially, I was so cold that I couldn't type messages on my phone. I finally decided to quit the idea because my fingers were totally numb. So I thought concentrating on the game would be a better option.
Since we hadn't played for quite a lot of time our arm muscles went crazy. And in half an hour both of us had our muscles pulled. But as they say, nothing can stop sports(wo :p)manship. Not even pulled biceps, lol. We continued to play like crazy. More than seven times, our shuttlecock went outside the house and we had to find it in dark. After our zealous display of affection towards the game, we were joined by my brother Ali and his friend Ahsan. Both of them gave us that 'puppy dog look'. You know, when you want something, you act all innocent so the other person gets emotional and give it to you :p.
So it happened to us. We handed over the racquets to them. But lo and behold! Destruction started to pave its way in our game! Since they are tall and obvious strong (all boys are, comparatively to girls), they spoiled the whole thing. They served the shuttle so back that it started to lose its feathers. Well naturally, what else do you expect from a Rs. 25 shuttle, but I guess me and my friend were gentle enough. Soon enough, Ahsan's racquet got tangled with the electricity wire coming from the main pole outside, and as he pulled the racquet, the wire bended and literally hung over his head! I was so cross, but I cursed him in my heart.
It was all going fine when suddenly, he served with so much energy that the shuttlecock went outside. Never to be found. God knows where it went. We are still praying you do too, please :p. After sometime, I asked Ali to take a break so that I can play with Ahsan. And suddenly, I saw what can make anyone's hair stand on the arm. I saw the racquet detaching from its base and coming towards me. I didn't get enough time to react in my defense and the racquet hit me on my arm. Thank God, I was wearing a cardigan, which acted as my line of defense :p.
I was sooooo cross this time. Seriously. But I continued to play. Yes, the sports(wo)manship. Lol. We started around 12 am and ended up at 3:20 am. Gosh. We played like mad. Actually it was me who did. I played with everyone. Madiha, Ahsan and Ali. And finally, with one shuttlecock lost, the other one wrecked and one racquet broken, we finally decided to end the game.
But it was so much fun. So much, really. I loved it. I always love playing badminton. It's my sport. Makes me happy. And tomorrow, we begin again! Yes sirrrr!
Winters are here and one thing that comes to your mind in winters after coffee/soup is badminton. Two days back, me and my friend Madiha went to buy racquets and shuttlecock. After literally fighting with the salesman, we got a discount of Rs. 50 and the pair of racquets cost us Rs. 200 that is a hundred buck for each racquet. Since we fought for concession on racquets, we fought for shuttlecock too :p. We got a Rs. 5 off, which made it Rs. 20 each.
Anyhow. Today, I got free with my exams. Well technically yes, and non technically no. Yes because all the 'tough' exams are over and now only a viva is left. The viva is going to be easy peasy. Or so we expect. The viva course is magazine production, so God knows what our course instructor will ask us! I hope I do good though because I don't have much good terms with the course instructor anymore. May God help me. Yes.
Anyway, our exam finished at 6 pm and we stayed in university till 8 pm. Because we wanted to have loads of fun. Me, Sarah, Samreen and Sumbul went to have food and then later on we went to our favourite spot -- football ground -- and spent our time there. Laughing, chatting, reminiscing.
As I came back home, I got a message from Madiha asking if we have plans to goto board office or not. I confirmed the plan and left to her place to pick her up. To our dismay, but as usual, a political person died in the city which caused upheaval and unrest. Madiha and I landed to my home, had some chit-chat and went into the lawn for the badminton session. We used a water pipe to make a line in between so we both would know who is on which side.
Initially, I was so cold that I couldn't type messages on my phone. I finally decided to quit the idea because my fingers were totally numb. So I thought concentrating on the game would be a better option.
Since we hadn't played for quite a lot of time our arm muscles went crazy. And in half an hour both of us had our muscles pulled. But as they say, nothing can stop sports(wo :p)manship. Not even pulled biceps, lol. We continued to play like crazy. More than seven times, our shuttlecock went outside the house and we had to find it in dark. After our zealous display of affection towards the game, we were joined by my brother Ali and his friend Ahsan. Both of them gave us that 'puppy dog look'. You know, when you want something, you act all innocent so the other person gets emotional and give it to you :p.
So it happened to us. We handed over the racquets to them. But lo and behold! Destruction started to pave its way in our game! Since they are tall and obvious strong (all boys are, comparatively to girls), they spoiled the whole thing. They served the shuttle so back that it started to lose its feathers. Well naturally, what else do you expect from a Rs. 25 shuttle, but I guess me and my friend were gentle enough. Soon enough, Ahsan's racquet got tangled with the electricity wire coming from the main pole outside, and as he pulled the racquet, the wire bended and literally hung over his head! I was so cross, but I cursed him in my heart.
It was all going fine when suddenly, he served with so much energy that the shuttlecock went outside. Never to be found. God knows where it went. We are still praying you do too, please :p. After sometime, I asked Ali to take a break so that I can play with Ahsan. And suddenly, I saw what can make anyone's hair stand on the arm. I saw the racquet detaching from its base and coming towards me. I didn't get enough time to react in my defense and the racquet hit me on my arm. Thank God, I was wearing a cardigan, which acted as my line of defense :p.
I was sooooo cross this time. Seriously. But I continued to play. Yes, the sports(wo)manship. Lol. We started around 12 am and ended up at 3:20 am. Gosh. We played like mad. Actually it was me who did. I played with everyone. Madiha, Ahsan and Ali. And finally, with one shuttlecock lost, the other one wrecked and one racquet broken, we finally decided to end the game.
But it was so much fun. So much, really. I loved it. I always love playing badminton. It's my sport. Makes me happy. And tomorrow, we begin again! Yes sirrrr!
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Charlie St. Cloud.
Morning world,
These days I am spending my time by staying up all night long and wait for Fajr. Cuz if I sleep, I won't be able to get up early. So to kill my sleep, I usually watch movies. I usually do comedy, but yesterday, I just felt like watching this movie mentioned on Eddie bhai's blog. And man, whichever movie he recommends, turns out to be a classic. Really. I mean all the movies he tells me don't have to be box office classics, there can be personal classics too. You know what I am saying? I guess you are.
Anyway, this movie was magic, really. I was blown away. First and foremost, the reason which kept me watching the movie till the credits, was Charlie St. Cloud himself. Man he's cute. I am not into blue eyes, but woooo. He looked awesome. Anyway. The movie is about a sailor boy, Charlie, who is great at sailing and all. Personally, I don't like the concept cuz I am prone to sea sickness. I went on this cruise once which nearly made me throw up.
I didn't though.
The guy is awesome when it comes to sailing and gets a sailing scholarship from Stanford (I never knew they do sailing too). He makes a deal with his little brother, Sam St. Cloud, that he'll coach and help him with baseball. I though wondered how many skills he has :p. Anyway.
They go out on a drive when their car is hit by a truck and Sam dies in that accident, whereas Charlie, who almost died, gets a second chance to live. And that was where the story revolved around. There was a purpose why he was still alive. The paramedic who saved him was a follower of St. Jude.
Charlie starts living his life as a caretaker in the same graveyard where Sam was buried. There was a forest behind the graveyard, so every evening, Charlie would hear the canon fire and would run into the woods to meet his dead brother and practice baseball with him. This goes on for five years. Everyone thinks St. Cloud has lost it, but actually, he was driven away by emotions. Of keeping the promise and keeping up the deal with his dead brother. Charlie starts seeing the dead. Well not all of them, but some.
One day, he runs into a girl from his high school -- Tess. Tess was always inspired by Charlie. She envied him. So she saw him in the graveyard when she came to tell him off to keep his father's grave surrounded with flowers. Later on, she sees him at this bar just before she was leaving to sail around the world. She sails into the storm and her ship did not return for three days.
Meanwhile, back at the graveyard, Charlie interacted with her. Cuz obviously he can with people who are dead or are hanging by a thread in front of death, lol. They have dinner, they make out and stuff. Everything goes well. Just when he hears the canon fire and runs to see Sam. Sam was crying, cuz Charlie was late. He told him how lonely he felt when he realised that Charlie is not going to come. Charlie assured him that he'd around and just when he says that, Sam says, "then why'd you bring her with you?" Charlie turns around and finds Tess standing behind him. She asks him to come with her but he refuses and pulls his hand from hers.
Later that evening, Charlie hears a knock at his shed's door. The wife of that paramedic had come to meet Charlie. She hands him a locket with St. Jude engraved on it and she tells him that her dying husband told her to hand it to Charlie and that, that locket will give him the purpose.
And just when he was gazing at the locket, he sees a piece of paper with 'come find me' written on it. Just then he realises that Tess is alive. She's not dead. And he goes off to find her in the Pacific. As the evening breaks, the canon fires yet again and Sam waits for his brother to show up, but obviously he doesn't. Sam leaves for good and becomes a shooting star later on to guide Charlie :p. And lo, he finds her. Hugs her, resuscitates her and brings her back to life. He wakes up in a hospital. After recovering, he sails to Tess's house. He tells her that he's going to sail around the world and that if she would come along.
She refuses and tells him that she fears him. She gets these dreams. These visions of him and her together. Just when she was trying to put her feelings to words, he says a few lines from there 'paranormal' interaction. "Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backwards."
She turns around and he asks, "it's about taking chances. Take a chance Tess". He extends his hand towards her, she grabs it. And after some days (I dunno how long, camera went into fade-in and fade-out :p), they goto sail around the world happily. And that was the end.
Why are you reading further? I said that was THE END!
These days I am spending my time by staying up all night long and wait for Fajr. Cuz if I sleep, I won't be able to get up early. So to kill my sleep, I usually watch movies. I usually do comedy, but yesterday, I just felt like watching this movie mentioned on Eddie bhai's blog. And man, whichever movie he recommends, turns out to be a classic. Really. I mean all the movies he tells me don't have to be box office classics, there can be personal classics too. You know what I am saying? I guess you are.
Anyway, this movie was magic, really. I was blown away. First and foremost, the reason which kept me watching the movie till the credits, was Charlie St. Cloud himself. Man he's cute. I am not into blue eyes, but woooo. He looked awesome. Anyway. The movie is about a sailor boy, Charlie, who is great at sailing and all. Personally, I don't like the concept cuz I am prone to sea sickness. I went on this cruise once which nearly made me throw up.
I didn't though.
The guy is awesome when it comes to sailing and gets a sailing scholarship from Stanford (I never knew they do sailing too). He makes a deal with his little brother, Sam St. Cloud, that he'll coach and help him with baseball. I though wondered how many skills he has :p. Anyway.
They go out on a drive when their car is hit by a truck and Sam dies in that accident, whereas Charlie, who almost died, gets a second chance to live. And that was where the story revolved around. There was a purpose why he was still alive. The paramedic who saved him was a follower of St. Jude.
Charlie starts living his life as a caretaker in the same graveyard where Sam was buried. There was a forest behind the graveyard, so every evening, Charlie would hear the canon fire and would run into the woods to meet his dead brother and practice baseball with him. This goes on for five years. Everyone thinks St. Cloud has lost it, but actually, he was driven away by emotions. Of keeping the promise and keeping up the deal with his dead brother. Charlie starts seeing the dead. Well not all of them, but some.
One day, he runs into a girl from his high school -- Tess. Tess was always inspired by Charlie. She envied him. So she saw him in the graveyard when she came to tell him off to keep his father's grave surrounded with flowers. Later on, she sees him at this bar just before she was leaving to sail around the world. She sails into the storm and her ship did not return for three days.
Meanwhile, back at the graveyard, Charlie interacted with her. Cuz obviously he can with people who are dead or are hanging by a thread in front of death, lol. They have dinner, they make out and stuff. Everything goes well. Just when he hears the canon fire and runs to see Sam. Sam was crying, cuz Charlie was late. He told him how lonely he felt when he realised that Charlie is not going to come. Charlie assured him that he'd around and just when he says that, Sam says, "then why'd you bring her with you?" Charlie turns around and finds Tess standing behind him. She asks him to come with her but he refuses and pulls his hand from hers.
Later that evening, Charlie hears a knock at his shed's door. The wife of that paramedic had come to meet Charlie. She hands him a locket with St. Jude engraved on it and she tells him that her dying husband told her to hand it to Charlie and that, that locket will give him the purpose.
And just when he was gazing at the locket, he sees a piece of paper with 'come find me' written on it. Just then he realises that Tess is alive. She's not dead. And he goes off to find her in the Pacific. As the evening breaks, the canon fires yet again and Sam waits for his brother to show up, but obviously he doesn't. Sam leaves for good and becomes a shooting star later on to guide Charlie :p. And lo, he finds her. Hugs her, resuscitates her and brings her back to life. He wakes up in a hospital. After recovering, he sails to Tess's house. He tells her that he's going to sail around the world and that if she would come along.
She refuses and tells him that she fears him. She gets these dreams. These visions of him and her together. Just when she was trying to put her feelings to words, he says a few lines from there 'paranormal' interaction. "Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backwards."
She turns around and he asks, "it's about taking chances. Take a chance Tess". He extends his hand towards her, she grabs it. And after some days (I dunno how long, camera went into fade-in and fade-out :p), they goto sail around the world happily. And that was the end.
Why are you reading further? I said that was THE END!
Friday, December 31, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Zubaida aapa is the new Faraz.
Hey,
SMS frenzy has caught everyone like the first wave of flu in winters. One always observes new trends in the messages that are forwarded (read: bombarded) in abundance to your mobile. Every time, a new character or issue is introduced and then your mobile phone is full of such messages. 'Kisne kaha tha pepsi pe paanch rupay kam kerdo?' was the most repeated SMS this Ramadan. Other than that, Zardari, Sherry Rehman and other political personalities have always been a target.
One character that wasn't that famous a person as a poet, became extremely famous when SMS from his name were floated. Yes, I am talking about none other than Faraz. Faraz SMS won everyone's heart. And, to confess, I also became a fan. These SMS were funny, witty and totally out of the blue. I loved them.
My life was going happy when the TV personality I despised the most (with due respect) -- Zubaida aapa -- became the new face of forwarded SMS. And God, people screwed her totally :p. Like really. Zubaida aapa k economic totkay, cute totkay, charseelay totkay and God knows what's gonna happen next. Whenever I wake up, I at least have 3-4 Zubaida aapa messages. She's totally on everywhere.
I really liked one of the Zubaida aapa SMS, that said: "Agar aapke bache k payt mein keeray hojayen toh uske pamper mein biscuit rakhdein, jese hi keera biscuit khanay aaye usay pakarr lein". HAHAHA. I mean for Heaven's sake. Who can think of such stuff man?! These bizarre jokes make you laugh. One has to confess! And I don't mind if my phone is full of Zubaida aapa's messages. It at least brings a smile on my face. Thank you SMS spammers!
SMS frenzy has caught everyone like the first wave of flu in winters. One always observes new trends in the messages that are forwarded (read: bombarded) in abundance to your mobile. Every time, a new character or issue is introduced and then your mobile phone is full of such messages. 'Kisne kaha tha pepsi pe paanch rupay kam kerdo?' was the most repeated SMS this Ramadan. Other than that, Zardari, Sherry Rehman and other political personalities have always been a target.
One character that wasn't that famous a person as a poet, became extremely famous when SMS from his name were floated. Yes, I am talking about none other than Faraz. Faraz SMS won everyone's heart. And, to confess, I also became a fan. These SMS were funny, witty and totally out of the blue. I loved them.
My life was going happy when the TV personality I despised the most (with due respect) -- Zubaida aapa -- became the new face of forwarded SMS. And God, people screwed her totally :p. Like really. Zubaida aapa k economic totkay, cute totkay, charseelay totkay and God knows what's gonna happen next. Whenever I wake up, I at least have 3-4 Zubaida aapa messages. She's totally on everywhere.
I really liked one of the Zubaida aapa SMS, that said: "Agar aapke bache k payt mein keeray hojayen toh uske pamper mein biscuit rakhdein, jese hi keera biscuit khanay aaye usay pakarr lein". HAHAHA. I mean for Heaven's sake. Who can think of such stuff man?! These bizarre jokes make you laugh. One has to confess! And I don't mind if my phone is full of Zubaida aapa's messages. It at least brings a smile on my face. Thank you SMS spammers!
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Being right and walking on the wrong track.
Hey everyone,
Yesterday was a busy busy day, even today. Which left me with no energy to blog. Anyway, I am back with a bang now. Well not quite so. Cuz I've been disturbed about something. I attended two mehndis yesterday. One was of my phuppo's son and the gathering was limited to only close family members. First blood relations. Anyway. The mehndi number two was of my father's college friend's son. It was grand. Like Grand with a capital G :p.
The arrangement and everything was rather extravagant. Probably they spent around 2.5 lacs to arrange all those stuff -- dance floor, disco lights, extremely pretty looking floral stage and the grand grand tent (I wouldn't want to call it a tent, it didn't look like one). The fabric was so beautiful. Off-white, flowy. There were mirrors around the place. The dinner had a wide variety. I only ate desserts though because I couldn't help but fill my gut with the chocolate mousse pastries and coffee. Lol.
Anyway. So, everything was wonderful. The atmosphere, aura -- everything. Just one thing got me disturbed. I was like whoa. What the hell. It was when they announced the audience to settle down because the dances were going to begin. All of a sudden, two hijaabis started to dance on Sheela ki jawani (yes, that lame song that I have discussed about earlier). I was taken aback. Like seriously. Not that I am being narrow-minded or something, I just feel like dancing in public is NOT for hijaabis. I dunno why. (And by that, I am not advocating dancing the non-hijaabis dance in public).
Actually, maybe, I know why. It's because, if girls decide not to show their hair and body parts to namehram, it should be a no-no for them to dance in front of so many of them. And the number wasn't even sober seriously. They were wearing these black hats incorporated with white shirts and black ties (over what they were actually wearing). And then they started dancing. Bleh. I felt those chocolate mousse pastries burning in my gut, lol. Seriously.
I didn't like the idea of dancing hijaabis. They just don't belong. Hhhh. Just when I was being sour on this, the music changed and other girls started to dance. Meanwhile, these hijaabis were getting ready for their next move. The music started again, this time it was an Arabic tune and these hijaabis had those tinkling belts around their waists for belly dancing. Sweet mother of nature, BELLY DANCING?!
I am against the so very concept of such awkward dance routines in mehndis. And hijaabis just added to my rage. I couldn't digest it honestly. The biggest reason being that I am also a hijaabi. I cannot see girls who do hijaab bringing such filth to the concept. Seriously. Again they started to dance on 'zor ka jhatkka haaye zoron se laga' and this time, it was a duo. They were booty-to-booty with guys. This just stirred this eerie feeling of anger/contempt/embarrassment/sadness in me.
I still cannot properly put my feelings into words. But the bottom line remains that if a girl starts to dress decently or decides to take hijaab, it becomes a responsibility for her to carry it out in such a way that she inspires people. Not confuse them obviously. Because they themselves looked confused. Bring right and walking on the wrong track. May Allah help us better understand the concepts and philosophies Islam has to offer.
DISCLAIMER: I am not a self-proclaimed best example of a hijaabi, I also have a lot of faults in me. These are my views, you might as though differ.
Night.
Yesterday was a busy busy day, even today. Which left me with no energy to blog. Anyway, I am back with a bang now. Well not quite so. Cuz I've been disturbed about something. I attended two mehndis yesterday. One was of my phuppo's son and the gathering was limited to only close family members. First blood relations. Anyway. The mehndi number two was of my father's college friend's son. It was grand. Like Grand with a capital G :p.
The arrangement and everything was rather extravagant. Probably they spent around 2.5 lacs to arrange all those stuff -- dance floor, disco lights, extremely pretty looking floral stage and the grand grand tent (I wouldn't want to call it a tent, it didn't look like one). The fabric was so beautiful. Off-white, flowy. There were mirrors around the place. The dinner had a wide variety. I only ate desserts though because I couldn't help but fill my gut with the chocolate mousse pastries and coffee. Lol.
Anyway. So, everything was wonderful. The atmosphere, aura -- everything. Just one thing got me disturbed. I was like whoa. What the hell. It was when they announced the audience to settle down because the dances were going to begin. All of a sudden, two hijaabis started to dance on Sheela ki jawani (yes, that lame song that I have discussed about earlier). I was taken aback. Like seriously. Not that I am being narrow-minded or something, I just feel like dancing in public is NOT for hijaabis. I dunno why. (And by that, I am not advocating dancing the non-hijaabis dance in public).
Actually, maybe, I know why. It's because, if girls decide not to show their hair and body parts to namehram, it should be a no-no for them to dance in front of so many of them. And the number wasn't even sober seriously. They were wearing these black hats incorporated with white shirts and black ties (over what they were actually wearing). And then they started dancing. Bleh. I felt those chocolate mousse pastries burning in my gut, lol. Seriously.
I didn't like the idea of dancing hijaabis. They just don't belong. Hhhh. Just when I was being sour on this, the music changed and other girls started to dance. Meanwhile, these hijaabis were getting ready for their next move. The music started again, this time it was an Arabic tune and these hijaabis had those tinkling belts around their waists for belly dancing. Sweet mother of nature, BELLY DANCING?!
I am against the so very concept of such awkward dance routines in mehndis. And hijaabis just added to my rage. I couldn't digest it honestly. The biggest reason being that I am also a hijaabi. I cannot see girls who do hijaab bringing such filth to the concept. Seriously. Again they started to dance on 'zor ka jhatkka haaye zoron se laga' and this time, it was a duo. They were booty-to-booty with guys. This just stirred this eerie feeling of anger/contempt/embarrassment/sadness in me.
I still cannot properly put my feelings into words. But the bottom line remains that if a girl starts to dress decently or decides to take hijaab, it becomes a responsibility for her to carry it out in such a way that she inspires people. Not confuse them obviously. Because they themselves looked confused. Bring right and walking on the wrong track. May Allah help us better understand the concepts and philosophies Islam has to offer.
DISCLAIMER: I am not a self-proclaimed best example of a hijaabi, I also have a lot of faults in me. These are my views, you might as though differ.
Night.
Monday, December 20, 2010
And then I woke up.
Morning!
I am a person who doesn't get to dream a lot. By that I meant literal dreams. But whenever I do, they keep haunting me till the end of the day. The dreams that I get are usually very disturbing in nature. For example, I'd mostly see burglars breaking in my home or I'd see someone snatching my mobile. I also see traces from my past. People that have gone from my life. I see their faces. I see myself interacting with them.
It somewhat leaves me numb when I wake up. I get weird feelings about the dreams I get. Because they just pull me out of my deep slumber. I lay soundless for hours, gazing at the roof, until sleep overcomes me again. In my dreams, to my surprise, there is never anything positive to mention. People say dreams come true but totally opposite to how we see them. Like people say, if we see someone dying in the dream, it actually means that that person will have a long life.
God knows how much truth do these notions hold but I guess I end up buying them in order to gratify myself. It's good for a jhooti tassalli. I don't share my dreams with anyone though. If I am rather too disturbed, I'd probably share it with my mother. I feel a bit light then. But my mother doesn't. Cuz mothers are mothers after all! She always tells me to keep my room clean (in case I am bugged by some supernatural being). I laugh it off. I keep telling her I am not pretty enough that a jinn would fall in love with me.
Hhhh, anyway. You know, such dreams are rare though, cuz dreaming as a matter of fact is a rarity for me. But they leave me disturbed. I hate waking up whenever I see such a dream. Cuz when I do, despite the fact that my eyes are burning, I cannot go back to sleep. I have to stay up till slumber creeps on me.
Also, my mother keeps telling me that you watch that hideous cartoon, Courage the Cowardly Dog, that is why you get such odd dreams. Ummm, well maybe her speculations hold some substance. But I don't think I am obsessed to it to a level that it can alter my dream patterns. I recite La Haul and wait so that I can sleep.
I wish sometimes, that if dreaming for me is so rare, I wouldn't have ever gotten dreams. Cuz they leave me disturbed, it's better if I don't get them anyway!
I am a person who doesn't get to dream a lot. By that I meant literal dreams. But whenever I do, they keep haunting me till the end of the day. The dreams that I get are usually very disturbing in nature. For example, I'd mostly see burglars breaking in my home or I'd see someone snatching my mobile. I also see traces from my past. People that have gone from my life. I see their faces. I see myself interacting with them.
It somewhat leaves me numb when I wake up. I get weird feelings about the dreams I get. Because they just pull me out of my deep slumber. I lay soundless for hours, gazing at the roof, until sleep overcomes me again. In my dreams, to my surprise, there is never anything positive to mention. People say dreams come true but totally opposite to how we see them. Like people say, if we see someone dying in the dream, it actually means that that person will have a long life.
God knows how much truth do these notions hold but I guess I end up buying them in order to gratify myself. It's good for a jhooti tassalli. I don't share my dreams with anyone though. If I am rather too disturbed, I'd probably share it with my mother. I feel a bit light then. But my mother doesn't. Cuz mothers are mothers after all! She always tells me to keep my room clean (in case I am bugged by some supernatural being). I laugh it off. I keep telling her I am not pretty enough that a jinn would fall in love with me.
Hhhh, anyway. You know, such dreams are rare though, cuz dreaming as a matter of fact is a rarity for me. But they leave me disturbed. I hate waking up whenever I see such a dream. Cuz when I do, despite the fact that my eyes are burning, I cannot go back to sleep. I have to stay up till slumber creeps on me.
Also, my mother keeps telling me that you watch that hideous cartoon, Courage the Cowardly Dog, that is why you get such odd dreams. Ummm, well maybe her speculations hold some substance. But I don't think I am obsessed to it to a level that it can alter my dream patterns. I recite La Haul and wait so that I can sleep.
I wish sometimes, that if dreaming for me is so rare, I wouldn't have ever gotten dreams. Cuz they leave me disturbed, it's better if I don't get them anyway!
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