So the thread pulled itself away from the stitches,
and the resistance grew stronger.
So the thread pulled itself away from the stitches,
and the resistance grew stronger.
I’ve been meaning to find out the true origin of my commitment, why did I decide to bring faith into my life? Why am I not convinced by athiest debaters and scientologists? How did I become a believer?
There comes a time when you start questioning everything, actually, questioning begins from a really young age. When my mother told me to pray, she said, ask for whatever you want, anything and everything. I remember secretly wishing for a candyland and the largest dairy milk in the world, I remember asking for endless toys and chocolates, and I remember, always finding what I wanted the very next day, or perhaps finding it after some time, or maybe not getting it at all.
Since my upbringing, my family was very keen on making me understand my faith, they wanted me to know why I follow my faith, why I read this and say this. The truth is, I didn’t realize that my faith never made me do something merely out of tradition or culture.
This however, took me a long time to understand, understand my faith. Because I was entangled in a culture oriented society that our faith had become a mere category of being part of this culture, because often, I dealt with people of different faiths, asking me to do things that I was never exposed to, I dealt with people of my city, who disagreed with practices that I thought were morally correct, but they didn’t.
Because I was blind to the fine line between culture and faith, because it had camouflaged so easily that my culture was followed as a flawless practice. And it was then, that I started to find flaws, that I thought were a part of my faith.
You see, it was never faith that disturbed me, it was the cultural interpretation of faith from different diversities that forced my mind into this dimension of ignorance and constant questioning. Ignorance, only because I was vulnerable to it. I still am. I am vulnerable to intolerance and ignorance and arrogance and pride. (But these qualities may not be in a person questioning faith, it was simply my state)
But this is what my faith taught me, it taught me the true meaning of my existence, and to believe, you require strong conviction. I believe in the Almighty, the Creator of the Heavens and the Earth, the most Wise, the most Just. I do not believe that I am merely a creature that developed from dust. I do not believe in theories.
Because the tides of righteousness have pulled the ocean of my brain towards a calm and serene shore. My heart feels more content with the truth of life. That I need to understand when the value of Materialism began and when Faith was forgotten.
That the world is merely an illusion, and we need to prevent ourselves from being sucked into it’s gold painted treasures.
The 23rd of July 1813.
Dearest Jane Austin,
Halfway through your work called Pride and Prejudice, I was left to wonder endlessly about the life led during the times of Elizabeth Benett. I admire,that during those times, the love and importance of reading and gaining knowledge, of the respect and courtesy men and women had between each other, and the love for literature, were so very important. I admire, Eliza Benett, if I may call her by her nickname, in her being so determined to express her opinion and ensure and reinforce her rights as a young woman in the 18th century.
I am constantly infuriated with Mrs Benett’s complains and cries on how Jane and Elizabeth were about to get married to two quite *reasonable* men but they couldn’t. If I were in the place of Elizabeth I would have probably screamed in rage and cried in frustration of living with Mrs Benett. What I found most offensive, was Mrs Benett calling Eliza rather foolish, when I found Elizabeth and Jane the most understanding and mature of the lot. Kitty and Lydia remind me of the young girls in our world today gossiping about boys and men and being unable to resist their urge to be with someone.
I would like to also summarize my understanding of the times you lived in. Men would work, while women would stay at home and do what they did best when it came to household chores, and modesty and respect was often observed between men and women. I’ve also learnt that perhaps class and money were of the most important to have a status in society. Although Mr Collin’s money and property did not give him much attention, since according to me he was rather foolish and praised himself irresistabily. Thus, what I admire, is the importance of knowledge and intelligence during those times, which I greatly respect. Learning the eagerness of the younger Benetts to get married should not have come as a surprise to me, considering that some girls in families still consider marriage as the main goal in their life in my world today.
However I wonder, how women would spend their lives every single day other than reading,studying, and walking in the park. It intrigues me, to think about the interesting lives they must have led. I am not at all considering household women to live boring and depressing lives, but I am quite curious to learn how they lived their lives with contentment. Moreover, however materialistic their lives may be, compared to our modern world, there is something that defines the description of their lives in one word, simplicity. The simplicity of the life of Elizabeth Benett, although understanding her mind was so not very simple. She was content, respected her cultural beliefs but also allowed her own opinions to voice in and thus knew, how to live a content life. I truly admire Elizabeth Benett, her class, her intelligence, her humility and her grace.
I’ve also learnt, the difference between formality and respect, and the importance in being respectful towards yourself and to your society.
Although I have watched the enactment of your story, it inspired me to read and understand the story through the original piece of literature and through the interesting mind of Elizabeth Benett which did not fail to increase my curiosity after every chapter.
And that I greatly admire, the way you presented your society, and conveyed such a beautiful message.
She came gliding towards the table in her long evening gown, “Sorry I’m Late, but I shall begin” she said.
And placed herself on the seat at the dining table, searching for a piece of paper in the midst of an absolute mess.
While me and eldest were seated on the same table for two hours before her, cutting away scraps of paper signifying where our minds were silently wandering off to.
“This is quite Therapeutic” said she,
The trees swayed to the silent breeze, ruffles of tiny leaves,
The breeze scattered towards all houses, slithering through our window that displayed the Prussian Blue sky.
A bright orange light burnt vigorously shadowing the magazines we peered into, magazines filled with Gossip and so called “Catchy” taglines.
An hour later, we placed our collages in front of each other, and played a little game of interpretation of each other’s work.
Finally explaining our own interpretation of the scraps stuck on our fair white sheets.
As the Therapy de-cluttered our overburdened minds,
And at 2:30 am we fell asleep.
This was the story of our Midnight Collage Therapy.
I hope your Summer is going quite well.
Today I decided to do my very first post on an Outfit of the Day. Because the first time ever in my life my sister’s camera captured the perfect GIF and a perfect picture. And because I’ve always wanted to do a Summer OOTD.
And why on earth is it so hard to upload a GIF on instagram? I had to download an app called Boomerang, but sadly it wasn’t as good enough as this GIF, not to mention it took my sister several takes to get this GIF just right.
Neverthless, here it is.
We woke up late and went out for a nice Sunday Breakfast at a local restaurant, and I seemed to casually dress myself in my favourite top along with the extremely unique gold metal and pink braided sandal straps (atmosphere).
Along with a mint scarf and gold bangles.
The weather was a bit chilly.
I like smart but comfortable clothing, to mention my favourite colours for tops are usually shades of grey and blue. Also, I don’t like wearing too skinny jeans, I don’t like to suffocate to look good.
Also, loose and light tops just make the outfit more comfortable and quite classy.
Have a great Summer.
And to all those posting on the #SummerBloggerChallenge, thankyou so much 🙂 I will reblog my favourite of your posts by the Beginning of September.
So as part of my Summer Blogger Challenge, I’ve decided to take on writing 25 posts before the end of August. This, is my first post.
A few days ago, my three little nephews came over while we had a small food party, in my culture, food party’s are very important, and as it is a special month, they are quite common. I fell asleep at around 5pm, and woke up to a cool evening of rain and the smell of delicious food. I went to the dining table only to find my cousin and his children running around and squealing with laughter, they met me with enthusiastic excitement (knowing that I’m the secret Batman of the city).
They walked into my room and their eyes grew with excitement at the sight of my easel, which I hadn’t used for very long, what made them even more excited, was a big, blank canvas waiting to be filled with imagination, sitting on my easel.
“Can we colour?” my oldest nephew asked me, he’s 5 years old.
I agreed of course, and gave him and his brother a big box and said,”I present to you The big box of INCREDIBLE THINGS”, and it was hilariously adorable how their eyes widened with a loud WOAHH and opened it to peak inside.
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