Thursday, February 2, 2012

My 22nd Birthday is coming!

PS: Click on the doodle comic below to get a larger view.
PPS: I made it on Paint.

As my birthday gets closer, more and more cells of my body can't help but get vibrant, jittery!

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

A Sleepy, Tired Head

Going to college everyday is starting to take its toll on me. I wonder why my stress/depressive threshold is so low and I need frequent 'me' time to clear my head and stretch my legs before I can get up and going again.
And when unexpected, unfortunate things keep happening every other week or so, it all keeps building up. I am looking forward to the weekend to de-clutter my head otherwise it is going to slowly and gradually build up even without me knowing, I will forget that it is there. And one day it will stand large and loom in front on my head, blocking my view until something breaks down, falls downs, leaving me feeling lost.
One more thing I should be taking better care of is my sleep. I should have been in bed right now but I felt the need to write this.
x

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

A Hundred Years From Now

There's a hate in my heart that is dying to flee,
A love in my eyes blinking to see,
The air around me is still and it stays,
To have a dragon, to tame, to slay.

It feels like November, this January day,
It feels like tomorrow, like yesterday,
And when books are opened and words are read,
It feels too much, too proud for my head.

When silence ensues and I sit here confused,
Planning my words, my silence, my move,
It won't last long, that I know,
We ask to stay young, but we will grow.

There are many things we've come to peace with,
Like screams and dark and silent treatments,
Because in the end none of it will matter,
A hundred years from now our world will shatter.

But for now let's live, let's breathe for tomorrow,
The happiness we lend and the tears we borrow,
The smiles we give, the breaths we take,
The surreal joys in the lives we make.


Sunday, January 15, 2012

Too busy

- with college and wards
- with getting a new laptop (finally got it! sony vaio, e-series, black!)
- with karachitips.com (I'm a writer there, woohoo)
- with trying to catch up on my sleep

Was insanely glad it was Sunday today, finally got to relax. I'm feeling kind of ill today, crazy body ache. Almost forgot I have a test tomorrow on Plastic Surgery, so must study or I would have to tomorrow morning. There isn't much to cover, thank God for that. I'll blog, reply and visit your blogs soon.

=)

Thursday, December 29, 2011

The long post I said I'd write.

Note : First of all, it took me around two hours of nonstop typing to write this post. So what will really make me happy is if you actually read the whole post and then leave an honest comment instead of a 'oh nice, oh wow etc.' type of comment. I'll appreciate that a lot.
This post has been long over due and I want to end this year by writing it. I have grown in many ways this year. But this perhaps is the most significant and important. I believe I have only just started and there is a long way to go and much more to learn.
The parts in purple are quoted from other websites.

If a heart becomes attached to other than Allah, Allah makes him dependent on what he is attached to & he will be betrayed by it." - Ibn Qayyim al-Jawziyyah.

Believe it or not, this is true. I've been here. I never knew it was happening, but this year has been about me realizing a lot of things and the above saying sums up my journey till here perfectly. I've gone through a lot in 2011 and apart from the good times I've experienced painful, sad and very heartbreaking times- still do. But hopelessness led to desperation to find out the brighter side in the darkest moment and I figured out that the one thing that makes this a blessing in disguise is the knowledge that this pain leads me to a good place. A place where I remember Allah more than I ever do, a place I had stop visiting.

I am not used to being here anymore so at first and for a long time it feels dark and lonely. And the realization that I am supposed to find warmth and peace here only by feeling near Allah hasn't gotten me there yet, although it has brought hope. It isn't easy. It is hard to break free of fears, attachments and worldly worries.

This realization, I must confess, started by me noticing a little thing oft taken as very normal due to so much exposure. In fact, it started when I found out about the Illuminati through Dan Brown. I may have a lot of concepts wrong about this cult stuff, I mean Illuminati and he Free Masons and how they are Satan worshipers and how it is there ultimate goal is to demolish the religion, as stated elsewhere, Christianity.

Now, I haven't thoroughly, madly researched on the Illuminati because what I know is enough for what I should know. I found this list of goals online at www.religiouscounterfeits.org.

In Des Griffin's book, "Fourth Reich of the Rich", he shows the outline or "Plan" of Adam Weishaupt's World Revolution that he had hoped to achieve:


1) The abolishment of all ordered Government.
2) The abolishment of all private property.
3) The abolishment of all inheritance.
4) The abolishment of all Patriotism.
5) The abolishment of all Religion.
6) The abolishment of all family and marriage.
7) The creation of a World Government or World Order- to take the place of all of the above things that had been abolished.

For your knowledge:

Who is Des Griffin?
About him from Wikipedia :
Des Griffin is an American right-wing writer and system critic. Writing from a firmly Christian standpoint, he is mainly interested in global agendas and especially the topic of the New World Order, as declared by President George HW Bush on March 6, 1991.

Who is Adam Weishaupt?
About him deom Wikipedia : Johann Adam Weishaupt (6 February 1748 in Ingolstadt – 18 November 1830 in Gotha) was a German philosopher and founder of the Order of Illuminati, a secret society with origins in Bavaria.

What is the Order of Illuminati?
About it from Wikipedia : The Illuminati (plural of Latin illuminatus, "enlightened") is a name given to several groups, both real (historical) and fictitious. Historically the name refers to the Bavarian Illuminati, an Enlightenment-era secret society founded on May 1, 1776. In more modern contexts the name refers to a purported conspiratorial organization which is alleged to mastermind events and control world affairs through governments and corporations to establish a New World Order. In this context the Illuminati are usually represented as a modern version or continuation of the Bavarian Illuminati.

What is the One World Order?
About it from Wikipedia : In conspiracy theory, the term New World Order or NWO refers to the emergence of a totalitarian one-world government.

What is a totalitarian one-world government?
About it from Wikipedia : Totalitarianism (or totalitarian rule) is a political system where the state recognizes no limits to its authority and strives to regulate every aspect of public and private life wherever feasible. Totalitarian regimes stay in political power through an all-encompassing propaganda disseminated through the state-controlled mass media, a single party that is often marked by personality cultism, control over the economy, regulation and restriction of speech, mass surveillance, and widespread use of terror.

And finally,
Mass media? I know you all know what that is but I'd still like to point out.
Here's what Wikipedia says : Mass media refers collectively to all media technologies which are intended to reach a large audience via mass communication. Currently, mass media is classified into the "seven mass media": print, recordings, cinema, radio, television, internet, mobile phones.

Now, I believe that a lot of mass media is already under control of this Illuminati group that is trying to take over, but thankfully not all of it. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to write and post this. So that is a good thing. I am not nuts for believing that a lot of media is in their control, whether they (the media) know it or not and are knowingly or unknowingly promoting what the Illuminati wants them to promote.

I am going to post something I found at www.milligazette.com as I was searching online for the meaning of kuffar according to the Quran :

The exact word kafir has been used five times in the Qur’an as follows:


1. ‘And believe in what I reveal, Confirming the revelation which is with you, And be not the first to reject faith therein, Nor sell My signs for a small price, and fear me and me alone’ [2 : 41].


2. ‘And if any of you turns back from his faith and die in disbelief, Their works will bear no fruit in this life and the Hereafter’ [2 : 217].


3. ‘The Misbeliever is a helper (of evil) against his own Lord’ [25 : 55].


4. ‘It is He who has created you; and of you are some that are unbelievers, and some that are believers; and Allah sees well all that ye do’ [64 : 2].


5. ‘Verily, We have warned you of a Chastisement near-The Day when man will see (the deeds) which his hands have sent forth;and the Unbeliever will say, ‘Woe unto me! Would that I were (mere) dust!’ [78 : 40].


In the light of the above verses the word kafir has been used in the Qur’an for two meanings:


1. Rejecter of the faith [verses 1-3-4-5]. The fourth verse [2:64] is very meaningful - in that it tells us that it is part of Allah’s pattern and tradition, sunnah, that some people are ‘believers’ and some are ‘rejecters.’
It is the same Godly-sunnah everywhere else - there are plains against mountains, rivers against dry land, flowers against thorns, good against bad, sick against healthy, black against white, and so on. This is Allah’s scheme of things so that people and things are distinguished from one another but the best are the most pious and fearful of their Creator Who alone knows and judges their piety from false pretense.


2. Apostate - a Muslim who renounces his faith and dies in that state [verse 2].
Kafir is a descriptive term used for someone who rejects something. Hence even a Muslim who rejects some other religion may be termed kafir as a rejecter of that faith.

I am not talking about the individual kafir, as in someone who has become an atheist or some who is not a Muslim. I am not talking about that aspect of kuffar in which a kafir is doing harm to himself and his Hereafter. I am talking about the big kuffar, the kuffar that is against Islam. And in my head I've never hesitated to equate this so called Illuminati with the term Kuffar, the ones against religion. The ones against whom a Muslim must do Jihad. Here are the kinds and these are right even though I am copy+pasting from Wikipedia:

1) Jihad of the heart (jihad bil qalb/nafs) is concerned with combatting the devil and in the attempt to escape his persuasion to evil. This type of Jihad was regarded as the greater jihad (al-jihad al-akbar).
2) Jihad by the tongue (jihad bil lisan) is concerned with speaking the truth and spreading the word of Islam with one's tongue.
3) Jihad by the hand (jihad bil yad) refers to choosing to do what is right and to combat injustice and what is wrong with action.
4) Jihad by the sword (jihad bis saif) refers to qital fi sabilillah (armed fighting in the way of God, or holy war), the most common usage by Salafi Muslims and offshoots of the Muslim Brotherhood.

And, as mentioned above, the best Jihad is the one that starts within oneself. Once we are on the right path on the inside, the other jihads seem natural.

This is becoming a very long post but these are the things I needed to explain. Also, this post is more for me than anyone else, so if you are reading so far it I'm glad. Do comment whether or not you think this is right.

Moving back to making this post more about me, I'll confess that it was only last night that I remembered that I shouldn't be afraid of solitude. I remembered how at one time, years back, I cherished solitude. The time when I was closer to Allah in my heart. Over time I had gotten close to friends, television shows, talking to someone or the other about anything and everything that I stopped being by myself. I somehow transformed into someone whodidn't know how to be in solitude. That it is okay to be alone and not be doing something. That solitude is the time when you think of Allah and recite ayahs and make dua. That the life and suffering on earth will end. Sabr (patience) and Imaan (faith) is what will get us through in the best possible way.

I remembered that I don't have to make things happens. Having faith and leaving it to Allah is the better option when things seem out of control. Allah has written our lives for us and whatever is meant to happen, will.

The reason I wrote about Illuminati, kuffar, mass media etc. is that I think I have been, along with many others, subtly brainwashed into someone who the Illuminati would like us to be. Television, movies, books, music, the stuff we do almost everyday, does affect us on many levels. You might argue to that, say that I can control my thoughts and not be affected, but truth is, it happens so slowly, so gradually you don't know it until it is something really big.

Those of you who have medical knowledge might know that it takes more than 90 days or even a year for one transformed (abnormal) cell to produce a clinically detectable tumor (containing 10 raised to the power 9 cells). You can't have an alarm ringing when the cell transforms. You can't go in, find that way tiny cell and kill it. No way. You only know when some or a huge damage is done. You're lucky if you can get rid of that tumor, otherwise tumors spread and kill.

For me, it is the same with being exposed to stuff that will go on to change us, one thought at a time. The over exposure does a creepy thing, it makes everything seem normal and okay. And not until something shakes your world do you realize you have been affected. For some it is too late, but for most it can be bettered. And it is not easy.

Another analogy : it is easy to get fat because eating is fun, but not eating and doing exercise daily is a tough job to burn off that fat! It is a constant struggle to right the wrong. But it is possible and that's what really counts.

I changed. Now I am finding my way back.
People are good and sincere, it is the fight within us that we have to fight. Once we do that sincerely, we can all be better people, and do the same stuff we do but as better persons.

PS - I haven't proofread it and I have left a lot of things for the readers to make sense of by themselves, as in whatever it means to you.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

She died (3)

The day Orzala was born was perhaps the happiest day in the lives of Gabina and Diar. Diar had bought hundred of little packets of baklava and distributed them to family, friends, the neighbors and even people who didn't expect it: other soon-to-be dads who waited with him, the driver who drove them to the hospital, the maid, the nurses and the milkman.
Gabina's face was a radiant fat-cheeked smile. Sweat dripping from her forehead, a rosy hue on her cheeks. For the next several months she even slept with a smile! Orzala was such a tiny creature. Her face was the size of Gabina's plump cheek. Her fingers were always in search of something to curl themselves around and Diar was always pushing his finger into her palms which she would grab and giggle! 
Orzala's favorite place was the backyard garden where honeybees buzzed and butterflies hovered over the roses Gabina had planted. There was not a color that wasn't there. Gabina's garden was famous in the neighborhood and why wouldn't it be! It had a black rose! And Gabina was so proud of that. But not more than she was of Orzala now.
Amal was Gabina's neighbour. Amal was pregnant with twin boys when Orzala was two. Since it was her first time pregnant, she would often come over to Gabina's and ask her about her experience. She was scared from all the terrible stories her friends had told her about labour and after.
'Gabina, will I be okay? Will I die? Will it hurt a lot? Were you scared?', she would ramble all at once. And Gabina would, in her soothing voice, comfort her with the only thing she knew was true,'You have that bundle of joy in your arms and all the pain will feel wonderful. It won't matter, it will all be worth it.' Little did Gabina know that Orzala's life would end with such sadness that if she did know, she would be in endless pain when she held her in her arms. She would cry for the little girl and hug her tight and never let her out of her sight.
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Saturday, December 10, 2011

She died (2)

Note : Thank you to those who read, liked and commented on the previous post. And because someone read, I really do feel like continuing the story. Hello to new followers. =) Your comments bring a smile to my face. Love.


You can read She died (1) here.


The day after she died, life for all but a few continued. Her photograph, within a wooden frame with hearts carved at the border, sat atop the television. She was smiling this bright smile, a pink hat on her head and the sun shining behind her. She stared out of that photograph at her dad, who sat on the sofa and wept silently. Her mother died six months ago. She was all her dad had left. But not anymore.


Her dad remembered the day when the photograph was taken. She was sixteen and he had just installed a swing set in their backyard. Gabina, his wife, was alive and healthy too. It was a nice day. He remembered the day after it too. It was special because it rained, the first rain of the season. Orzala, the twinkle of his eye, had ran out in the rain and mud had spluttered all over her yellow dress. He didn't care, for she was smiling as she ran to swing, sat and with her feet managed to make it oscillate like a pendulum. Back and forth, back and forth she swayed as the rain hit her. He, Diar, followed her out and the moment he stepped out, petrichor, the refreshing scent of rain on the dry, dry earth, hit him. He loved this scent. One of nature's best. Filled with it he looked at Orzala smiling and waving at him, and it became a moment he would never forget.


Why did Orzala end her life? Was she sad? Was she heart-broken? Why did his daughter not come to him, he would have made her smile like he always did. Diar sat all alone, weeping, with the thought of his unhappy daughter, the little girl he had loved more than life itself, and this shattered him inside. A huge emptiness, heaviness was all he felt in the middle of his chest. He broke into a fit, he convulsed and wept aloud. He whimpered like a helpless little child.
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