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.
So you sit here,
Until you realize you’ve done enough to question yourself.
And gulp your guilt away.
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.
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.
My sister made my Facebook account when I was seven, I was designing my first Yahoo avatar around the age of 8, three years ago I found myself getting introduced to Instagram, gmail and google+, I had reactivated my Facebook unknowingly at the age of nine, opened a new twitter account just a few months ago, and I’ve had a Skype since the age of 12. Who could forget those good old days of Club Penguin and Fantage? (I did consider them to play a very crucial role in social media.)
The thing is, with my mind raving constantly about various figments of my imagination or past/present/future events, I noticed that Social Media played a big role in my imagination. My perspective has most definitely been remodeled and reshaped multiple times, my attitude and my humility has gone on a very adventurous escapade revealing my bitter and a not so bitter, a quite humble self, and of course, it created a huge impact on my friendship with others and my discovery of my own identity.
But here’s what I’d like to introduce, the illusion that I constantly keep trying to disentangle myself from, the illusion of self satisfaction through counting my likes or waiting for individuals to message me, the illusion of proving my self worth or beauty through pictures or messages, the illusion of happiness, when you’re given all the attention you desire. Why should I call it an illusion? Isn’t it all real?
Of course it’s real, which makes it more illusive, actually. Although I believe that social media has benefited us in multiple ways, this one quality of social media, a quality of illuding one into happiness, when in fact, it consumes the time you could spend discovering your true worth and your passion. We tend to be so consumed in the virtual world, that while liking all the “Carpe Dieme” posts, we’re not really following the mantra are we? Are we really ‘seizing the moment’?
While we sit and ogle at our social media platforms, the technological trance swoons us into the fictitious reality, locking our mindset and perspective,
Until we see another post.
The Social Media addict,
I stayed at my Day/ Residential school last week, and one night, we decided to sneak out, but my fears of the guards catching me and taking me mercilessly away to the authorities made me jump back inside the dorm. However, 3 seconds of jumping out and jumping in, gave me this incredible mind escapade. And with the past events of emotionally revealing incidents, my fingers were forced to type this piece of poetry.
I dipped my feet in the puddle reflecting the pale moonlight.
A sweet breeze and swaying trees caught my sight.
My heart beat fast, the crunch of leaves.
It was just me.
The roaring sounds of madness deafening my ear
and blinding my eyes.
My heart, beat
a faint, quiver of a beat.
My soul feeling meaningless and empty.
My feet numbly walking on dry earth as it repelled every step I took.
The wind pulling my eyes away from looking deep into my heart and brain
Searching for the incredibly annoying reality
Forcing my heart to hide in the corners of my rib cage.
admiring beauty, exhausting jealousy
Fading street lights helping trees claw constantly
Look beyond what you See
Beyond what you see
Just to make it a bit more clearer , I’m currently in the mood for abstract poetry.
I’d like to know what your perspective of my poem is,
Please Comment Below 🙂
Happy Summer Break 🙂
With the predicted highest temperature for summer going up to 49 degrees Celsius, and constant sunburns and increasing oily skin, Summer may not always be everyone’s cup of Tea. However, to prepare yourself and myself mentally and physically, is essential, here are a few of my ways to detox your body and mind during the scorching heat of summer.
Buzzfeed Tasty’s Chicken Caesar Salad.
3 years ago the word Salad was never found in my food dictionary, however, thanks to my mum and subway (shh..it’s *healthy* fast food) I’ve discovered some incredible combinations for a perfect salad. Home made salads are a perfect meal for those hot summer days, keeping your body healthy and fit, and detoxing yourself from all that oily food. Here is one Salad that I have a serious relationship with, thankyou Buzzfeed.
(I added some extra cheese.)
Constantly tired of being nagged to drink water? Well honestly, water is necessary, but when you feel like having a slightly flavoured drink, Beltek’s WILD Vitamin water is really good, it’s mild flavour is really refreshing and perfect to drink after doing some sports and yoga.
The Natural Face Mask
Four Ingredients: Yogurt, Lemon, Cinnamon and Honey, and your face will glow like never before. This natural 5 minute face pack or two minute scrub clears your clogged pores and oily skin that makes your face feel fresh and healthy.
Most preferably cotton, light coloured and loose, breathable clothing is the best wearable for summer. It allows your skin to breathe, and protects it from the intense summer heat.
Sports and Yoga
If your sweating, make sure its because of the body heat due to your early morning walk in the park or the street or because of your yoga workouts. Honestly doing something strenuous really helps my mind and body gain mental empowerment and physical strength. Meditating, in fact, helps me persuade my mind to believe that the temperature is not too hot and saves me from sweating too much or feeling uncomfortable. Sweating during these workouts actually cleans your skin and gives it that refreshing glow.
Go for a swim
If I lived by a beach, I would go for a swim every.single.day. One of the best ways to have fun and mentally destress yourself is through swimming, just go for a swim.
(I dont really have a picture because my pool is empty due to the water shortage but this might just tempt you into swimming…)
And Lastly, drink lots of water, this is really important, water keeps you hydrated, refreshed, healthy, strong, beautiful, and breathing, so make sure you drink more than ten glasses a day.
Have a lovely Summer,
I apologize for never being able to please you.
Actually, I don’t.
But no, I am not completely against you.
Because I am a part of you.
But this is why sometimes, I feel that we can never be alike.
You taught me the difference between Fantasies and Reality.
A Fantasy, that one day the world will make Peace,
The Reality, you will never stop having enemies.
You’ve made me realize who is in Power,
The media, spying on us from tall towers.
You love them sometimes, and at other times you loathe
Their attitude towards your beliefs and the word Hope.
You have turned me into a Rebellious Teen,
Trying to understand what Open Minded means
To drown my beliefs, and accept your ideology
Of What is Freedom, What is Equality.
How much can I say?
Will it change your perspective, definitely, Nay.
But I Thank you, dear Society
For helping me understand,
Your levels of Superiority, and
Where I Stand.
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