Monday, April 25, 2011

*Knocks* Anybody home?



Hey guys!

How is it going? I have been hiding in my room away from all socializing, because…YUP! You guessed it! It’s E X A M  Timeeeeee! I am drowning in more and more revision day by day, and have not had a chance to take some time off and just “Chillax”, like my friend says. However, I decided to screw work today, and come down here to see how all you lovely people were doing! Open-mouthed smile.

I don’t have much to blog about. Actually I don’t have anything to blog about HA! I’m saving my rants and stories for after exams. Today I just want to share a story with you that I found on Facebook. It actually left me pondering for a while, and I was a bit shocked as well to find such a BEAUTIFUL story on Facebook!! Surprised smile. The most time consuming/wasting sites ever created. [Yet she has an account on it. Eye rolling smile]

The story does not need to be explained or anything. It pretty much says it all, so I’ll get it pasted here right away so you can have a read. Although, I will say that it is directed mostly towards the female readers, but go ahead boys and take a read. It can’t hurt Winking smile

The Flower and the Pearl

One day, a brilliantly beautiful and fragrant flower with attractive colors met a pearl that lives far in the bottom of the sea and has none of these characteristics. Both got acquainted with each other.

The flower said: “Our family is large; roses and daisies are members of the family. And there are many other species that are various and countless; each has a distinctive scent, appearance etc.”

Suddenly, a tinge of distress appeared on the flower. “Nothing accounts for sorrow in your talk; so why are you depressed?” The pearl asked.

“Human beings deal with us carelessly; they slight us. They don’t grow us for our sake but to get pleasure from our fragrance and beautiful appearance. They throw us on the street or in the garbage can after we are dispossessed of the most valuable properties; brilliance and fragrance.”

The flower sighed. And then the flower said to the pearl: “Speak to me about your life! How do you live? How do you feel it? You are buried in the bottom of the sea.”

The pearl answered: “Although I have none of your distinctive colors and sweet scents, humans think I am precious. They do the impossible to procure me. They go on long journeys, dive deep in the seas searching for me. You might be astounded to know that the further I lay, the more beautiful and brilliant I become.

That’s what upraises my value in their thought. I live in a thick shell isolated in the dark seas. However, I’m happy and proud to be in a safe zone far from wanton and mischievous hands and still the humans consider me highly valuable.”

Do you know what the flower and the pearl symbolize?

Think, Think, Think…

You will find that: The flower is the unveiled woman (who shows her charms) and the pearl is the veiled woman (who conceals her beauties).

- Author: Unknown











…Moment of pondering…

which one of the two are you, have been, or would like to be…?



Hope you all are having a super lovely week! Take care Smile

Yours Truly x

Friday, April 8, 2011

“Stuck between a rock and a hard hard place, in and out of emptiness and still you rise”


Japan Earthquake


Are there countless numbers of these pictures? Yes. Whether you are browsing the internet, watching the news, reading the headlines, checking your friend’s Facebook status, or perhaps reading some of the recent blogs, it is every where. There is no hiding or ignoring it this time around. There used to be a time when an earthquake or Tsunami would happen once every 100 years, and it would be a  huge deal because it was so rare. Then came a time, not so long ago when these catastrophes became part of our daily lives. Every other day, one country or the other on the planet would be suffering from some sort of natural disaster. There used to be a time when large scale revolutions and protests had become rare too. Now, they seem to be the most controversial and fresh off the stove topic. The ones who are part or have been the victims of these catastrophes and protests pray and hope for the day when the one and only  will come and put an end to it all. The Mahdi. The Krishna. The Buddha. The Christ. who will rule the world and create a Utopia for us all. People who have not been involved in these day to day revolts and disasters feel frustrated but also keep their faith in peaceful days. Regardless of what name you call your Messiah, or if you even believe in one, you keep your hopes and faith strong. It’s part of human nature is it not? To aim for the best? To hope and pray for better days? It is the hope found in every culture, big or small. That’s what keeps the human surviving, right? From the sufferings, the sacrifices, and the fears the human has made it this far all due to his faith in the Almighty and the Mahdi who will shortly arrive. The waiting period has always been the hardest part in any case. Let’s look at day to day waiting periods: You are waiting outside an operation theatre while your beloved is caught between life and death, or you’re waiting for the arrival of someone special at the airport. Every minute goes by as slowly as it possibly can. But when the doctors walk out of the operation room with a smile, or when your special someone is approaching, the heart bounces between excitement and relief. In the waiting periods of even in the small day to day events, we find hope, faith, relief and excitement. The human brain can’t even imagine how excited and relieved the heart will be when the one day he has waited for all his life will arrive. The farther away that day is, the more his faith extends. The closer the day gets, the stronger the faith becomes. But putting aside all of this, the question that arises is…
Are we ready for that significant day?



Pakistan flood 2


Some people in our world today
Can dream and wonder why
Some people in our world today
Can only wait to die
Empty my conscience for your love
A bouncing finger lets me know I’m alive
& its still rains outside my window
Still rains outside my window
Some got it bad, some got it worse
Life can sometimes look like a curse
So I cry my heart out, Let it all go
Cuz after every rainfall must come a rainbow.
Some got it bad, some got it worse
Life can sometimes be so absurd
So I cry my heart out Let it all go
Cuz after every rainfall must come a rainbow.
Some people got it bad
Sum people got it worse
Since the day of the birth
Everyday end of earth
Live to die another day
Sure I say “congratulations”
But désolé
If the roof should come down today
Rest assure I’m there to wipe away the dirt with pure intention
Some corrupt
Brought a lil bag of hope
What’s up (?)
I can’t run, I can’t hide
The struggle only makes us stronger tonight
If I don’t find you here
I hope to find you way up there
Some got it bad, some got it worse
Life can sometimes look like a curse
So I cry my heart out, Let it all go
Cuz after every rainfall must come a rainbow.


Pakistan flood 1



Yours Truly

  1. Title: “Feels like saving the world” by Outlandish
  2. Song lyrics: “After every rainfall” by Outlandish
  3. Pictures: Google images

Thursday, April 7, 2011

“The show goes on, and the spotlight keeps following the most Inspiring ones!”



So, here is the last one of the awards that I have to respond to! I saved this one for last because I found this one truly special, and I was quite surprise to see my name on Zainab’s post when she posted this one up! Thanks a ton you awesome writer youuu!

The rules to this one are quite short and simple, so I’m going to get in the game right away:

1. Thank and link back to the person that awarded this to you
2. Link posts by you and fellow bloggers that YOU find inspirational
3. Give the award to 10 fellow bloggers

Since rule no. 2 and 3 are so similar, I am going to combine them and just list 10 inspirational blogs from the 10 most inspiring bloggers. Sound good? okay! let’s go…

  1. Elisa’s Day twenty-four: A picture of something you wish you could change.
  2. Sajeel’s “Lost'
  3. Nas’ “Happiness is a destination that’s hard to find, it may take some time but in my mind there’s something more & I’ll open a brand new door.
  4.’s: “I'm too unsure of myself.
  5. Zainab’s: “Growing up
  6. SoulSeek’s “A glimpse of what’s to come
  7. Yara’s “10 beautiful aspects of a muslimah
  8. Seeker of Jannah’s “Day 5&6: What We Have
  9. Gemini Girl’s “Life is a gift
  10. Sidras’ “Wonderfully Random - A Wonder


I would like to request all you bloggers/readers to check out these posts and other blogs by these inspiring bloggers! They are truly amazing, and keep you hoooked on for a long time! When I read any of their blogs, I have to actually force myself to shut the laptop so I can get my work done! Eye rolling smile. Stupid greatly inspiring and awesome blogs –_-!



Have an inspiring weekend everybody! =] x



Yours Truly

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

“We just wanna make the world dance! Forget about the priceee taaaags!”


Seriously Rad Blog

Is blogger having an award ceremony week? Because I seem to be involved in a few of these awards recently!

This time the Thank you card goes to Dr. Nas for giving me the “Seriously rad blog” award. Though, he’s going to kill me for saying this but I truly believe that Dr. Nas along with the bloggers listed below are what truly define ‘rad’. They have the clever thoughts and ideas that leave you speechless!  The beautiful touch in their fingers when they type! They have it pretty RAD I'I should not have even been on the Rad list. Seriously Doc, what were you thinking?



The rules of the blog. A.k.A the annoying part:

  • Post a picture taken by you and give it a caption. That sounds fairly easy!

Ice on top of cherry...?

I took this picture with my camera, while taking a stroll on a snowy day. Cherry on icing on a cake makes it looks complete and yummy. But, who says it can’t look that way turned upside down? It’s all about perspective!

Moving on…here is the awaited list of the RAD ones! These are the MOST RAD Blogs I’ve come across so far! Check ‘em out! They are A W E S O M E !

That’s all folks! Take care!

Yours Truly x

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

MY FAVS [Taaaagggg!!! You’re it!]


First off, I’d like to thank the Loveeely Sara of Sweet Serenity for tagging me in her list of favourites.

And without further adieu here is my list of favourites, and the people that I TAG!

  1. Food – I lovee my desi foood to death, although it’s a shame that  I can’t handle too much spice. So anything that’s mildly spicy is goood!
  2. Color – PURPLE! I’m a big fan of red too, but PURPLE ftw!
  3. Animal – I don’t like animals much to be honest. That is why I don’t have pets, but if I were to get a pet I’d get a fish. They’re quiet and don’t walk around licking you and pooping on your carpet! Eye rolling smile
  4. Sports – Haha! Can I skip this one? I’m not big on sports, but I do watch the National Hockey League finals, only if this beautiful man is playing Winking smile. He’s sort of my sport crush!
  5. Dessert – Rasmalaii, would have to be my favourite Dessert of all time. Mmmmm!
  6. Pair of shoes – From flats to chunky heel to high heels to leather boots to sick speed runners to cute flipflops to fancy sandals. You name it! It’ll most likely be in my closet. Eye rolling smile
  7. Outfit – Preppy with a hint of trendy is usually the kind of outfits that I like to wear to school and work, but when it comes to favs nothing beats the desi ‘ol Shalwar Kameez! Though, I haven’t tried a sari yet! hmmmm (?)
  8. BrandH&M and Smart set
  9. Perfume – Jeniffer Lopez for the winner Open-mouthed smile! Her perfume and her hair both are too much to handle.
  10. Accessory – Bracelets and Earrings!
  11. City – I don’t have a favourite city yet. There are so many that I still need to visit. lol. [Next..? ]
  12. Hobby – Writing! Whether its a  blog, school work, or personal reflection. It always gets me through the rough and tough every time!
  13. Beauty Product – Eye shadow and Blush
  14. Snack – Ready to go noodles! They were discovered by my Best friend back in Eighth grade and have been our favourite since then! 
  15. Holiday – I don’t know if this is about my favourite holiday place which is Vancouver or my favourite Holiday which is EID
  16. Movie – Shawshank Redemption is on the top of my list of 100000000 movies that I love!
  17. Song – I don’t know if it’s possible to have just one favourite song. I have like fifty that I could list out. Currently my favourite song is “After every rainfall” by Outlandish.
  18. Guilty Pleasure – haha! I guess my love for Johnny Depp would be considered a guilty pleasure! I just can’t seem to get over his awesome acting skills and the whole pirate look!

T A G G E D    O N E S: Drum roll please…

  1. Smiley of ╚» š ρ α я к ℓ ι n g š м ι ℓ є š «╝
  2. Splendid of The Splendid Sky
  3. Elisa of Before Sunrise

Are these all the rules of the award? I really hope so, because I’m kind of pressed for time at the moment! I hope all you smart bloggers/readers are having a productive and joyful week, and I’ll get back to you with more award responses and other posts sooooooon!




Yours Truly

Monday, April 4, 2011

“You can’t play on broken strings. You can’t feel anything, that your heart don’t wanna feel. I can’t tell you something that ain’t real”

broken glass
kites break
Pencils break
locks break
heels break
plates break
glasses break
bones break
cars break
hearts break.

From this list of things that can break, can you guess which one is the most difficult to put back together? Or impossible to replace? If we know the answer, which is quite obvious I’m sure, then I guess the question is…Why do we do it? Why does the human break hearts, knowing that it will cause irreversible damage to the soul? We do it unintentionally, most of the time and because of that we are usually forgiven. But sometimes it is done intentionally, and there is no justification for that. None.


Broken Pencil I was volunteering at the Madressah last week, taking a kindergarten class when I was called down to the principal’s office. When I walked into the room, there was a meeting  going on between the principle and a lady, who didn’t look familiar. She had two boys who were sitting on the chairs in the back of the room, poking each other and giggling about it. I assumed the meeting was about the boys’ registration and that they were going to be a new addition to the student body. While the parent and the principle had their meeting, I waited in the back with the kids, watching them giggling and teasing each other gaily. The two boys were dressed in spotless white collar shirts which gave them a look of smartness and good little angels, along with the black leather jackets on top that screamed: Don’t let the shirt fool you. They were going to fit in just right. As I watched them play their game of “Let’s poke each other and laugh about it till we’re red in the face”, I couldn’t help but notice something different about one of them. He showed signs of a form of Down syndrome by the way he spoke, but I could not make out which kind or how severe his Down syndrome was exactly. I didn’t give much thought to it either, and went on ahead to introduce myself. They were really sweet and shook my hands right away, telling me their names: Ali was the older one, he was 6 and a half and suffering from down syndrome and the younger one was Hassan, who was 5. I smiled and took a seat beside them and we waited for the meeting to finish. “HEY! you want to be my buddy?”, Ali asked with so much enthusiasm and cuteness that it made me smile in awe. The more excitement I saw on their adorable faces, the more excited I became to welcome them to our small community. “I would love to be your buddy!”, I replied back, and he gave me a fist pound. Their cuteness was infectious and it left me smiling at them as they talked amongst themselves.

Soon after, I heard the principal call my name, so I walked up to her wondering what she had in mind for me. “True, I would like you to meet Mrs. Asif.”, she said politely, gesturing her hand toward the lady sitting across from her. I looked at the lady and said Salam and she replied back softly with a pretty smile. “Her boys, Ali and Hassan are going to be joining Kindergarten from today, and since you’re taking the class, I thought it might be a good idea if you took them to their class and introduced them to the students.”, the principal continued. “Sure thing!” I said, nodding my head and turned to tell the boys the good news. Right when I was about to leave to take the boys downstairs, their mom put her hand on my arm, as if to stop me. Or perhaps, warn me about something. She had a worried look on her face, and spoke in a low voice. “You see sister, my eldest son Ali, has Down syndrome…and he does speak out and get too excited sometimes”, she spoke as if it was a horrible thing. What kind of child doesn't speak out? Or, get hyper about something? Humans tend to be most enthusiasticBroken bone and energetic when they are young, so I couldn’t really make out why she sounded so scared as she spoke. “He does behave well, and listen to the teacher but if he causes any problems please let me know”, she continued nervously. The way she spoke, reminded me of someone at their first interview for a job. The cracking voice, the tension in the eyes, the fear of being rejected or embarrassed. She showed all those signs. I put my hand on hers and reassured her that her kids were going to be safe and have a great time at Sunday school. She exchanged looks with the principal who also gave her a reassuring smile and asked me to take the boys to their class.

As I walked the kids to their classroom they were excited as ever, and skipped on ahead of me. Ali ran on ahead to open the door, that lead to the classroom hallway and bumped into a lady that was carrying a tray of empty plastic cups and plates. She was the lunch volunteer, and was on her way to the kitchen to get things ready for lunch. Her collision with Ali left the cups flying and scattered all over the floor. He backed up right away, with a scared look on his face and whispered a “sorry” in his tiny voice. The whole while the lady gave him a fuming glare, and began to shout at him. “Why are you skipping in the halls? You know that’s not allowed right? Look at what you have done!!”, she ranted and pointed to the plates and cups scattered on the floor. Before I could interrupt her and inform her that these kids are new, and that it was only an accident, she stormed out the door mumbling something to herself. I couldn’t make out what she said, but Ali’s mom who was standing by the door as the lady passed her did. Her face immediately had that sorry look that you get when you feel guilty about something. That was when I realBroken lockised what the conversation I had with her in the principal’s office was about. She was scared of people’s judging eyes towards her son. She worried about her kids getting into trouble because some grownups are too moronic to understand that children are only children. They are supposed to cause accidents and make mistakes, and we as adults are supposed to forgive them, and teach them the difference between right and wrong. Apparently, for some people that small concept is too difficult to grasp, and so they let their hateful words and actions break others’ hearts.

I don’t know how Ali’s mom must have felt when that happened, but I did see the reason behind her nervousness. Small accidents like these were what kept her from letting her kids be on their own and enjoy life. I wasn’t able to make eye contact with her after that, but to myself I did wonder about how many times she had been in a situation like this? Where people are too inconsiderate of other’s feelings and go around breaking hearts. I wondered how the lunch lady would have reacted if her collision was with just another kid who didn’t have down syndrome? Does having a disability make it wrong for you to make mistakes?




  1. Title: Broken strings – James Morrison
  2. Pictures: Google images
Yours Truly x

Sunday, April 3, 2011

“Everything seems amazing when you see the view in rose coloured glasses”

A concept that is easy to comprehend is a ‘crystal clear concept’. Any glass object that is pleasing to the eye, is considered Crystal clear. A person who has a crystal clear personality is considered to be shallow.

I find that word quite icky to be honest. Coming across someone who's personality, or first impression screams, SHALLOW-ALERT, can sometimes be like dark clouds before rain. If you have a full on interaction with them that is. Some human beings are shallow, but nice to your face, while some are just plain shallow! Mind you, I’m not a critic against really shallow people because most of the time they walk into your life and since they are too caught up with themselves to impact you, they walk right out. Then all that is left is a bit of hurt feelings that soon fade. Unfortunately, that is not always the case. A lot of the times our contact with such people makes too big of an impact to just disappear like dust on a window sill. We all remember that one kid from third grade who would ask you to share your pack of the 64 Crayola crayons, but heaven forbid they ever share anything with you. And when we complain to our parents about the shallow eight year old class mate, they ignore our complaints thinking, ‘They’re kids. They’ll learn’. Frankly, they are right, back then we were just kids, and as we grow we learn from our mistakes. But sadly enough, there are people in the world who never learned to share their crayons. Now you see them sitting around in offices, hospitals, factories, schools spinning around in their cozy Italian leather chairs or walking with their heads in the clouds.  But it’s even worse knowing that they are the ones who you are supposed to turn to for help sometimes. They have that high position and when you’re confused about something you’re told to go see him/her in the office and “surely they will help you”.
That’s what I was told. “Honey! Why don’t you go and make an appointment at the office with Mrs. F and I’m sure she’ll be able to help you with your course changes for second semester.” It sounded nice when the receptionist at the head office said it. Her words sounded sweet, she smiled with assurance and I trusted her words without giving it a second thought. My appointment was set for 2:30 pm which clashed with the meeting at the mosque I had to attend. I decided to stay for this appointment instead of going to mosque. [Now I know what you’re thinking. I should’ve rescheduled this appointment and went to mosque. Don’t worry, that will turn around to bite me. Just watch] I sat in the waiting room for half an hour, until Mrs. F finally popped her head out her office door and said, ‘You’re going to have to wait another five minutes or so, I just need to grab a snack’. Her words had the taste of a nasty ol’ medicine you sometimes have no choice but to drink, and you’re left with that awful taste in your mouth for hours. I pushed mosque off my agenda for this.
Another 15 minutes later  after she had finished having her ‘snack’, she finally invited me into her office. I put aside my thoughts about her rude behaviour she greeted me with earlier, and walked in. A cozy warm room surrounded by little inspiration stones, and some 3x5 cards in a tiny cream coloured box. The 3x5 cards were like those images posted below, they are meant to motivate and stretch a smile across a person’s face. There was a little Christmas tree hiding in the far corner of her desk, yet lighting up the whole room with the pretty lights and decors. When I glanced up to look at her computer screen there was a picture of a child and an old lady both sitting in their embrace and looking very content. All in all, the room had a very warm and welcoming feel to it. A feeling that would make you smile when you looked around and read the little words of wisdom that surrounded you. It was very non-shallow like. The appointment did not last very long. We talked about switching classes around and making sure I met the graduation requirements, she subtly ended the appointment with, “Done! The new schedule should be coming out of of the printer. You can pick it up on your way out.”, she spoke as she rushed me out of her room.
  • She needed to make an emergency call to the hospital to see how her nephew’s surgery went.
  • She had to go the bathroom really bad.
  • She had to make a private call home to check up on her sick husband.
  • She had a dentist appointment to get to, which she was running late for.
I kept trying to come up with scenarios that would justify her blunt and rude behaviour but my attempts kept failing. Not because I was totally furious with her behaviour, and the fact that I waited forty minutes outside her office and neglected mosque, just to have her click a few buttons on her computer screen and chase me off with a newly printed schedule the printer threw up in my face. That was partly the reason I was upset, but there was something that bothered me a hundred times more. Those 3x5 cards, the inspiration stones, the picture on her computer screen, and pretty much the whole room. Those words and pictures of motivation, wisdom, and enlightenment that would normally offer feelings of warmth and encouragement, seemed translucent as a window pane. On my way out of the office, I wondered how much of that room actually belonged to her. She might as well have been a guest in her own office. How many of those sayings of wisdom and encouragement did she truly believe in? Is that what people do now? Let somebody else’s words do the work, so you wouldn’t have to take that extra step. Along with ‘Shalow-alert’ her personality screamed ‘Fake-alert’ as well. The way she spoke to me when we first interacted, and later when I saw her room seemed like two opposite ends clashing with one another. A person that is so vague and empty, can make a beautiful cosy room just as vague. A room full of items and decorations that offer warmth can become ice cold depending on the person it belongs to.
As kids we learn that a beautifully wrapped toy staged on a shelf at a store can look pleasing enough to force us into encouraging and begging our parents into buying it. However, once the toy is unwrapped and seen at closely it can turn out to be a total piece of junk. Sadly, we see that the same concept can apply to humans as well. 
"What is with the son of Adam and Pride?! His beginning is a sperm and his end is a carcass. He cannot sustain himself nor can he repel death."
                                                           -Imam Ali (a.s)
And as promised, here are some 3x5’s. Enjoy!
a book
a tear

my lfeno words

i wish

Thanks for reading my rant! Smile with tongue out x

Yours Truly