“Time flames like a paraffin stove / and what burns are the minutes I live.”–Irving Layton

 

Hey there stranger,

How are you doing? It’s been a long long time hasn’t it?

The last time I was here I believe I was ranting (as always) about my summer, and it has been a while since I’ve appeared here. To be quite honest with you, it has been a long time since I have logged on here, let alone published a line or two. But instead of going into why I was away, and what I was busy with, I want to get straight to the point. Well, its really just a thought that’s been lingering around in my head for about a month now. A thought that has kept me awake at nights tossing and turning in my bed. A thought that takes away my concentration from work and food ends up getting burnt, or a glass is over flown. A thought that at certain times has had me put my head in mom’s lap weeping, while she reads her supplications on her praying mat.

From November 6th, up to December 6th, I was in Pakistan. It had been six years since I had been to the motherland and as any other person, I was excited beyond belief. From the start of my journey till the first few days in Pakistan I was so excited that it was a very numb feeling. Seeing old faces that had gotten older over time, seeing new people, mostly kids that I had never seen before. Meeting nieces and nephews for the first time. Shopping, touring etc. It was all so exciting that if I was to sit down with a pen and paper and try to explain how I felt, I would be just left sitting and the ink would dry out.

It wasn’t until a week or so later that I had gotten into the routine of things there. Gotten used to the power outage, or the humid 30 degrees in the middle of November, the names and faces of the relatives etc., that I started to notice and compare things. I started to compare the life I was living there during that month, to the life six years ago. It was just so different. Places had changed, fashion had changed, of course, but most importantly, people had changed.

The people that once were my role models or my best friends, were these strangers almost that I might as well have been meeting for the first time. All grown up, and not like the childish girls and guys we used to be, it was all a bit overwhelming. It made me feel happy, yet uncomfortable to see these guys and gals working, and raising kids, and hosting dinners for families. It made me realise how six years felt like a glimpse of an eye, but had rearranged so much. And the thing is that, they must not feel the same way. Sure for them, I had grown up too. I had changed a whole lot too in the last six years. But since I was the one who packed up my life and moved to an unknown place to start a brand new life, I was the one who always lived in the past. For them, I was just a guest who was visiting after a long time.

The worst was feeling the absence of the ones that had past away in the last six years. I walked into a house where I spent most of my childhood. It still had the same look, the same people, the same furniture, hell the same set up, but every time I walked in, I felt like there was something hollow inside me. It felt as if these houses lacked the light and wisdom of a person that used to be the foundation of the house. I missed my grandmother. It didn’t hit me how much I had missed her and how the changes that I observed around me were so evident and scary until I visited her grave for the first time. From the minute the car entered the large gates of a vast land named ‘vadi-e-hussain’, up until I saw my mom throw herself onto the one grave decorated with dry flowers, and dried out candles, this thought had entered my head.

Six years ago, she was the reason I would go all the way to Pakistan, meet and greet, spend some time with her, be enlightened by her wisdom and protected by her prayers. Now there was no one to offer their wisdom, no one that would stay up all night sitting on the praying mat until the sides of her ankles turned rock hard, and pray for my good future. My happiness. In between a hundred or so relatives and friends, I felt alone.

We often don’t realise how much we take our families and certain individuals of our families for granted. Those of you who have had to let go of a special family member, whether it be a grandparent, a parent, or a sibling, knows what I’m talking about. Everything without them feels as if it has no worth.

I will always be grateful to all my family members who made this one month trip a memorable one with all their love and care. But, I cannot, no matter how much I try, ignore the fact that six years has brought about massive changes that I still am getting used to. And yes, that is the exact reason why I have been away for so long. Believe it or not, but its not just writing that I haven’t kept up with. I have also been much less social. My apologies to my dear dear friend, who I am sure will read this. I apologise for the long break.

It still upsets me more than ever that every time I go back to visit, things will be even more different, and who knows, maybe more people will be added and or, subtracted from the family. But its a reality that I have to get used to I guess. Though, I can’t say how long it will take me. I have been back for almost a month now and as I sit here writing this, I can feel the hollowness inside me again.

I apologise on how sad this post was. Don’t worry, visiting Pakistan had lots of upsides to it too, like all the shopping I did :D. But I will save that for another time and let you have a break.

Thank you for listening you!

 

Yours Truly.

That beautiful thing called ‘hope’ tied and tangled in knots.

 

Things break and they’re replaced. Especially when it comes to technology, it may not break, but 6 months later its old, and you want it replaced with something better. Other things, say ones that have sentimental values are hard to replace. An old 18th century watch passed down to you over generations may not work, but you keep it in the box anyway, because as strange as it is, there is a bond that keeps you from letting go.

Speaking of bonds, there are many bonds that we form with others which become so strong that at the end it becomes difficult to let go. Tragedies like death have to step in to release us of those bonds so we can be reminded that life has to move on. Then there are bonds between people that they break intentionally because, “It just didn’t work”.

In the past, I have let go of strings that had reached their expiry date, but I had never intentionally cut a string because of those four words. Not until this past summer.

I wont get into the details of what happened, who it was with and why it had to be done. But I will share with you what I learned from it.

You are always going to meet people that you get along with so well that you become long lasting friends. Then you are going to meet people that you can bear because it’s only temporary. But not often do you come across people that you seem to develop a strong relationship with, only to realise much later that it was falling apart all along. In some cases you may choose to put those pieces together and preserve what there is. But in others you have to pack it up, say goodbye and throw it out. Because, ‘it just didn’t work’.

This experience was all new to me and so I didn’t handle it well when I had to pack things up, but after some frozen yogurt and long talks with some friends I realised that not much could be done about it, and that it was something that will be in the past and become smaller and smaller as you move further away from it.

So all in all that was my summer. Not as fun as I had hoped for it to be, sadly. More on the fall and plans later.

Hope you lovely people are enjoying the crispy, yellow-orange, slightly chilly autumn! IT is my favourite season of all! What’s yours?

 

Yours Truly xx

Having way too much fun!

After two days without a cell phone I realised that it was like having no life.

Its often in the back of our heads, how much we depend on all these gadgets. But its not till you have to burry one, or send one for repair, you realise how unorganized and out of touch you become without them.

At least that is how it is for me. Sad, I know. But the upside of putting one down is having it replaced with a new one. :D.

This one is an Android, and the PR has promised to teach me how to work it! Though I am kind of getting the hang of this.

I should be able to do more blogging with this baby!

Whats your favourite gadget?

See you lovely people soon! :)

Yours Truly x

“I love better to count time from spring to spring; it seems to me far more cheerful to reckon the year by blossoms than by blight.”

 

On my way to work today while I drove past the strip malls packed with cars, the schools with students and busses lined by the sidewalk, the mailman filing mail away on the street mailbox, I noticed something that looked almost as if it did not belong in this busy place. In a place full of cars rushing to work, busses trying to cut past you to make it to the transit on time, the people crossing roads at a fast pace trying to balance their coffees and newspapers, I looked up to find a lonely blossom tree on the corner of the street. Although there was grass, clouds, other trees, birds, bees, willows all around the city, this tree was so left out, it almost hurt to see it.

It was as a medium sized tree, but it looked pretty tiny if you compare it to the ginormous coniferous ones that are more commonly found in this city. It had beautiful pink flowers blooming out and dancing with the wind, while some of them were pushed just hard enough by the cool breeze that they let go and gently made their way down to the ground. The brown bark of the tree was dampened by the rain which soaked right into the wood, giving it a darker chocolate brown shade. It wasn’t until I glanced at the tree the second time that I noticed how pretty the color combination of brown and pink can be. I used to have dress of that combination once. I remember getting into the car with my parents once, wearing a dark brown dress decorated with pink beads and sequences on the neckline and a lovely pink belt tied around the waist. Maybe the man or woman who stitched and, or designed that dress had come across a blossom tree too. After all, it is nature where we find most of our inspiration for creativity. Allah (swt) makes such magnificent creations for us to let us know how much he loves and appreciates us, and so in return we appreciate Him five times a day, everyday!

There was something out of place in the whole setting of the street you see. The tree was where it ought to be, growing on grass under the blue sky, and being showered with rain and sunlight. The setting was as natural as it could get, but there was so much chaos and manmade life around it, that it got pushed behind. Hovered by the shadows of the tall CNN buildings and the complex architect of the Art Gallery, the tree looked underappreciated. Millions of people walk by it and around it every second of the day, but when do they ever stop to notice the beauty?

When was the last time you glanced at something natural and beautiful? Did you take a minute to admire it?

Have a great weekend my lovely cherry blossoms!

 

Yours Truly x

 

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Title: Quote by Donald G. Mitchell.

“Stuck in that time when we called it love, but even the sun sets in Paradise”

 

Okay, so just a few days ago I posted a lil’ sum sum about summer and the shining sun, and then the sky got all dark and started bawling…and it has been bawling since then.

Although I find rain to be quite peaceful, as you may remember from this, I  sometimes find it to be a little too dampening and cold if continues on for too long. The odd thing is, people normally take their cars out in the rain even to go to a store 5 minutes away just to avoid getting wet, whereas I enjoy the walk! Apart from the wind that goes right through my cotton scarves and swirls around my neck giving me chills, I find it to be quite nice. The grass smells fresh, the leaves look so pretty with the rains resting on them. The streets tend to get quite lonely in the rain too, since people decide to stay indoors and enjoy some cozy time on the couch or making nice hot meals in the kitchen. I sometimes find myself taking the long way home on a rainy day, just to enjoy a few more minutes of the pitter patter! After all, in a monotonous life of school and work, you don’t always get wash off the wariness that covers you. Sometimes you need to smell something refreshing to help your mind and body breathe again.

This post was not meant to be about rain at all, but I guess my mind decided to digress. Ah well! Maybe I’ll tell you what I really came to tell you some other time.

I hope you’re week is going well!

 

Yours Truly x

“What you feel is what you are, and what you are is beautiful”

Whether it's just checking into a theatre nearby with some friends to watch the latest movies, or driving out to the mountains to spend a night or two roasting marshmallows on the camp fire, or checking into the airport to board a flight to different cities to visit family or explore the world. Or just driving for hours on the highway by the country side getting nowhere, but just feeling the wind in the hair, everybody seems to be doing something. At least that’s what my Facebook newsfeed tells me every time I log on. Everyone I know seems to be grasping on to every moment of the summer and living it to the fullest!

And then there is me. Sitting here in envy of all the people enjoying their breaks while I’m stuck in my hometown just working and going to school. Ugh! One more month!
Summer is truly my favourite season of all, for obvious reasons of course. I love the sun, I love the chilled drinks, I love being able to walk out of my house without having to bundle up or layer on lots of clothing for the chilly days. I love people dressed in light and bright colors walking on the street having ice cream. I love the yearly festival that comes to town, and call me crazy but I love the children running around enjoying the breeze in their hair. I love my summer dresses and the open toe sandals.Summer is just pleasant. Especially because for us students its stress free.

Since we’re on the topic, I should mention how much I’ve spent on my summer wardrobe. Yikes! Okay maybe not that much, but its just hard to keep yourself from shopping for the perfect coloured shoes or that one dress with the best patterns and belt! :(

To end off, I’d have to say that the best part of summer break is spending it with the family and friends. Catching up on all the missed TV shows, and of course sitting right here talking to you lovely readers! Summer is my time to relieve e my mind of all the stress and just let it be free, like the breeze that flows through the grass at dawn.

What is your favourite thing about the summer?

Take care, smile and enjoy the sun!

Yours Truly x

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Title: Slide – Goo goo Dolls

Another day goes by, and all I see is a reflection of you in the mirror in front of me.

 

The more her fingers danced on the keyboard and clicked away, the more she realised how quiet her room was. All she could hear were her fingers, no birds outside, no wind blowing. It was silent. But then again, it was 1 am and she was trying hard to get her assignments done. There should be no reason for any living creature to be up that late. But she had got caught in this loop of work and school so bad that there was no way out for a while now. There were times when she would think about her personal life and realise that she didn’t have one, or that it had been too long since she had seen any of her friends. They would text, and occasionally talk via Facebook, but that was all. Her life felt so loud while she was in class or working away, that she never realised how quiet it really was when she was alone.

Sometimes she wished she could just shove the books aside, turn the alarm off, and just take a break. But it wasn’t time for that yet. A few more months until she would be back home in her own house resting her head in her grandma’s lap. That’s when this would all pay off. She would picture that moment in her head and a smile would slowly make its way across her face. She would do anything to make that dream come true, she could wait it out!

What’s the hardest thing you’ve had to wait out for?

 

Yours Truly x

 

“Let’s delay our misery, and fight the break of dawn, cause tomorrow I will be gone.”

In the world of filmmaking there are two types of directors. They have very different perceptions on how  the world is, and how it’s ought to be captured into a 2 hour movie.

The first looks at the world as a place where life is found in every corner. In every part, no matter what it is, you can easily find life. These types of directors use very detailed parts of nature or an urban setting, but only a very minor part to represent all of reality in their films. Their approach is to make the most of as little as possible and make the viewers think outside the box. They believe in representation and symbolisation of things that stretch far beyond, but we see their existence in every part of life.

The second looks at the world as a painted picture. Just as a portrait is self-contained and holds the whole universe inside it, so does the world we see. These directors don’t think past what is in front of them. The whole universe can be captured in one whole picture, and there is no question of, whether anything exists beyond the four corners. It’s all about ‘right here, right now’.

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After that lesson in Film Studies I left the room thinking about the two categories of directors. I didn’t wonder about how they imagined the world to be…that was obvious. What I wondered was that, why is this concept only applied to directors?

I can name average people who are no where near being film directors, but can fall into those categories. Doesn’t everyone of us think like one of these ‘directors’? Some of us like to focus on the tiniest of details of life and admire how they can resemble all of existence. While, others like to live in the moment and focus on what is here and now. And as each day passes by, they paint a new picture in front of them and admire that and so on.

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Right about now I would end this post with a question which went something along the lines of : ‘Which director type are you?’ But in all honesty, I can’t answer that question myself, so I don’t think I have a right to ask others.

I sometimes find myself looking at that one piece of a puzzle and wondering how it is so important to the whole picture. Even if you put all the 99 pieces together, if you’re missing that one piece, your picture qualifies as incomplete..or ‘almost complete’ depending on how you look at it.

Other times, I find myself in sort of a tunnel vision, and observing only what is within my sight. I don’t turn to look at the past, or right or left to see who is by my side, nor do I get up on my toes and peak way out into the future. I just stay within the four corners and live for what I have, and not worry about what was or could be waiting for me. Carpe diem?

I guess what I’m saying is that I can’t put myself in one category or another. I think in different ways, and maybe you do as well. Depending on the situation you are in, and the people you are with, you may want to seize the day and cherish what is ‘here and now’, or perhaps you would like to carry a box of memories with you, which of course has far more sentimental value than it has a materialistic one.

Let’s say I do put out this question to you…could you place yourself in one or the other? If yes, which one? If no, then why?

 

Have a great weekend thinkers!

 

Yours Truly

 

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Title: Save tonight – Eagle eye cherry

“Do you think it’ll be alright if I just crash here tonight? You see I’m in no shape for driving and I’ve got no place to go.”

 

"No no no! You don't understand. Jelly donuts don't just have a lil' bit of jelly like you put on a toast or something. I saw the chef make 'em myself. He injects the thing with so much jelly that it nearly pops! Each and every one of 'em!" she explained in a sort of disgusted manner. Working in fast food wasn't the best job, but she was always fascinated by the amount of fats and sugars her customers can consume in just a $2.45 on a daily basis.

It's funny how much a round of dough can stretch to hold all that jelly inside it. Do you think it ever pops? Isn't that the case with anything that holds other things? A balloon with too much air would eventually pop! Speaking of which, I was surprised with a whole bunch of balloons in my room for my birthday last week..but I decided to pop them all before I went to bed, only because I was scared one might POP in the middle of the night and I would die in my sleep!

Anyways, and what about a suitcase packed with items, the zipper's eventually got to give up, no? What I sometimes wonder is that what if these lifeless containers of jelly and air and clothes could feel the burden inside them. Would they ache? Kind of like a heart you know? When there's just way too much locked up inside it begins to ache, does it not? Reminding you to take off some of that pressure or things could get bad for you.

Since my personal pressure reliever (PR) has been busy doing a Masters in petrol or fish or something, I haven’t really had time to let out some of the pressure. Also I feel bad for them, they’ve always been that pillow that gets punched when you’re upset (figuratively! I would NEVER actually do that!) Haven't told this to the PR yet either, or they'd drop all their papers and projects and come running. Friends and their loyalty..pshht!

So I've decided to find another tool to release all this pressure: Blogging. I’ve done this before and it hasn’t always worked, but I’m still going to give it another try. Mind you that it won’t be just a daily log of what happened and how I felt, but it will be veiled with fictional stories with a hint of reality in them. Like it says in the ‘about me’ box, its your job to guess what is what ;).

So, I will be getting back to you all real soon with stories and ramblings that have been inside this container far too long. The best part of it all will be reading your stories and ramblings..to feel that human touch you know?

Till then, take care of yourself, be good and keep writing like there's no tomorrow! ;)

Yours truly

 

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Title: Gin Blossoms – Hey Jealousy

“It's hard to remember The people we used to be It's even harder to picture That you're not here next to me You say it's too late to make it But is it too late to try?”

 

sometimes there are little things that make people happy:

a compliment on your shoes.

when the neighbours shovel the snow off your sidewalk.

and then there are people in your life that remember all the little things that make you happy and put them together in a precious gift for you.

 

This was sent from far far far away from a very special special friend. This lovely friend of mine likes to celebrate “friendaversaries”. I know! cute right? :D and seeing as my birthday fell soon after the anniversary, there was a little something for that too! I wasn’t expecting the package to contain so much, so I was quite surprised and pleased!

There was a lot I wanted to say to them. Tell them how great this gift was, and more importantly, how great they were. But I never really had the chance. okay that’s incorrect, I had the chance I just … didn’t have the words.

Why is it so hard to talk when you really need to talk? But you blabber like crazy in an everyday conversation?

 

Hope you people have been well. :)

 

Yours Truly x

 

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Title: Pay Phone – Maroon 5

Loving those days…just lovin ‘em!

 

 

According to my friends I get worked up about nothing and everything. Things as big as assignments and finals, which people can understand you shitting your pants for, and then things as small as…well frankly I don’t know yet, but I am seriously worked up about something! I’m trying to run through a checklist in my head, to see if I can find some appointment that I should be at, or an email I should be sending or something like that, but I can’t seem to nail it down. Last night, as I was going to bed, I was quite excited about it being Friday today and all. I handed in the last assignment for the year (woooooooooooh!), and have a lovely evening planned with some friends. But this recurring feeling that there is something I’m forgetting, is driving me insane! I thought I’d start writing a blog post, as a way to get this feeling out of my head, but I guess writing about the feeling is not the best idea. hmm…

Well, I guess we should talk about something else! How have you lovely people been? Every time I log onto blogger I see a new follower, which is lovely. A very warm welcome to you all! I feel like its been forever since I’ve touched base with some of you. I miss reading the lovely posts and being blown away by your remarkable talent of writing, as well as feeling out of place between such talent people! Not fishing for compliments, just stating the facts!

I’m kind of running out of topics to write about, and I probably should be looking for some summer jobs anyway, ha! Hope to see you all soon! Until then…

Have a great weekend beautifuls! :D

 

Yours Truly

“Say it once, just once”, and so she pleaded with sparkling eyes.

 

Why is there a picture of a rose?

Introductions. The rose is there for my introductions.

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The song will resound in the crowd of stars,

for to my lips has come the tale of my heart.

Oh, my heart called out to your heart,

Look! I've come, to meet you a second time

Its destination: your love.

I'm the ocean; you are the shore.

 

This evening of love is wondrous strange;

my love is at my side, before everyone.

The emotions of this evening are wondrous strange;

in my heart is nothing but love.

This love of yours, this love of mine

The whole world belongs to him alone,

who has learned how to cherish love properly.

 

Our steps shall bring us to that turn in the road

where you and I come face to face

Our glances have started to meet;

the tension mounts, secretly.

This mystery of yours, this conviction of mine,

what message does each send?

Is its targeting the heart, or has the heart targeted it?

The mad lover is maddened by his own ardent desire

 

The song will resound in the crowd of stars,

for to my lips has come the tale of my heart.

Oh, my heart called out to your heart,

Look! I've come, to meet you a second time

Its destination: your love.

I'm the ocean; you are the shore.

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I miss you bloggers/readers. Be back soon!

Enjoy the weekend peeps! x

“Giving up’s not an option..gotta get in”

 

Pictures and words are two different things.

One does not need an educated mind to understand the meaning.

One cannot do without a literate mind.

And so what about thoughts and emotions?

One can so beautifully be expressed on the face, for others to comprehend.

While the others linger around in your own head, and frankly, sometimes you yourself don’t know what they mean.

Right about now I could use some understanding of the thoughts in my own head.

Too much blur leads to major accidents.

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Hope you people are having a great weekend! Enjoy the upcoming week!

Yours Truly x

 

ps. The picture had nothing to do with the post whatsoever. Total randomness.

“Where you don’t see any rising sun, down to the river we will run”

 

When I first laid my eyes on that painting, all I  wanted to do was take a leap into the world inside it. I wanted to jump right into the black and white world that stood still in front of me. It was so unbelievably still and quiet. It’s impossible to find a place like that in the real world. Hence why it was framed in a canvas for the human eye to long for.

I wanted to sit on the edge that doesn’t curve in and gives into gravitational forces.

I wanted to walk under those lights that only shine in the darkness.

I wanted the wind that makes the leaves dance, to whistle into my ears.

I wanted to follow the logs in the river, till they escaped out of my vision.

I wanted to hold the time on the palm of my hands, and watch it sit still.

I wanted to leave the chaos behind me, and fly into the simplicity of that picture.

I wanted to escape reality.

I did.

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Have a lovely weekend readers,

 

Yours Truly x

 

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Title: Riverside by Agnes Obel

“When she was just a girl, she expected the world, but it flew away from her reach, so she ran away in her sleep.”

 

Dear bloggers/readers,

So today Yours Truly decided to close her books and clip away her papers for once and do what she does worst…

COOK AND BAKE

I’m still learning, and it’s more of a stress reliever for me than a chore, and as the doctor has advised to stay relaxed, I couldn’t say no.

While baking the brownies (far right) I realised one thing. My little sister does not understand the concept: “Staring at the brownies does not make them bake faster”. So she sat in front of the stove for a good few minutes just watching them bake.

The custard and pakoras (far left, and middle) were a special request by dad. He was fasting today so wanted anything and everything!

After the cooking was done, all that was left to do was to share it with my ever so lovely bloggers and readers.

Enjoy,

Yours Truly

“Some are a melody and some are the beat, but sooner or later they all will be gone…why don’t they stay young?”

 

An uncertainty inside your head will tell you that there’s something out of balance, but don’t expect it to tell you what it is.

A lingering thought inside your head will tell you there’s something significant that needs to be addressed, but don’t expect it to look after it for you.

A friend will give you a hint, but don’t expect him/her to lay it out for you.

A pen and a paper will urge you to utilize them, but don’t expect them to convey your thoughts for you.

An old photograph will remind you of the specific time in the past, but don’t expect it to create memories for you.

 

 

With loads and loads of love and warm hugs on this cold night,

 

Yours truly

“And you say, “Just a moment, I’ve almost finished””

 

Rubbing the top right corner with her thumb, running her eyeballs across the page and taking her time to think and make sense of what lay behind the mess of the black ink.

A glance at the clock, and then right back to where she had discontinued. Conscious says to put it to rest for the night, but the urge says, “oh just one more page”.

She gives in, turning one page after the other, scanning the writing with her eyes like a hawk.

Seconds, minutes, hours pass on by but the urge goes on until there’s no more corners left to turn.

She finally puts it down, all the while smiling at the happy ending.

The lights go off and she rests her head on the soft pillow, getting ready to board on to the cruise of dreams…of those very pages that she was turning of course.. ;)

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We all have had this moment, or many of them. When you just can’t let go. The point of the story was not to remind you of those moments, but to advice to you that if you ever come across a someone who happens to be like that one book that you sacrificed your sleep for…

make sure to go through to the very last page. ;)

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Hope you lovely lovely people are having a fantastic week.

Stay blessed. :)

 

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Title: If on a winter’s night a traveler (1979; trans. William Weaver)

“It’s scary to know how many people actually feel like they’re nothing”

 

Admit it or not, we as humans with perfectly working eyes, hands, feet etc. think that a disability is bad luck.

Think again..

It really makes you want to count and thank Allah (swt) for all the blessings you have, and if not that, then at least smile.

A special thanks to Nas for sharing this. God bless him. Check out his blog by clicking on his name if you already haven’t done so. :)

 

With lots and lots of love,

 

Yours Truly x

A wish. A thought. A Plan. A smile.

 

RED. He remembered as he stood in line at the florist shop. That’s her favourite color he thought to himself as he pictured her in a beautiful red dress. His smile just got bigger, and his cheeks would not stop flushing a lovely pink shade.

He put the flowers on the seat beside him and drove off. Listening to beautiful love songs on the way and humming the tune as he drove on roads that would never bend. That’ how he pictured his life with her: A never ending journey.

He stopped in front of the old green house and opened the door to get out of the car. He left the flowers lying on the seat, promising himself he would come back for them when the time was right. No. when the time was perfect.

He stood in front of the door, while his heart pumped as hard as it could. He finally manned- up himself to ring the doorbell with a shaking hand. He closed his eyes for a mild second just to calm himself down and take a deep breath, only to open his eyes to the most breathtaking thing of all.

To be continued…

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A very happy new year to all you lovely people!! :)

 

Yours Truly

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