modest change

You laughed and yes, you are going to hell. AnotherRandomDay.com

The comic seemed appropriate to my shameless self-whoring.

I blogged here- checkitt :]

talk to your past

Response to this video.


I would say to my nine year old self the following:

1. You're going on holiday soon, enjoy yourself and don't make a bad impression with your relatives you've only just met for the first time. They cook different, deal with it. Don't throw a tantrum in front of everyone because that'll only punctuate how spoilt British kids are.
2. Behave yourself in all facets of life, it'll haunt you when you're older.
3. Don't be so nice to your little sister, she'll only grow older and be ungrateful. And quit posing with her on your lap, that's so unflattering when you look back at those photos.
4. Make the most out of your tuition, the amount dad's paying is ridiculous so pay attention!
5. Leave your hair as it is, don't experiment with cheap dyes or play with scissors. You'll learn to love the colour and texture quickly enough.
6. Please don't write that stuff in your diary, your brother will only find it and read the embarrassing stuff you've written. Seriously, it's not worth it.
7. Trust yourself, just because your friends are rubbish at the things you're good at- don't just drop it, peer pressure is just another form of bullying. Stand up for yourself.
8. You're awkward right now, just accept it. People will accept it once you have.
9. Be nicer to your family, they really do love you.
10. You don't have to listen to me- I wouldn't.

What would you say if you could go back in ten years and talk to your younger self?

adventure bound #2

[plzplzplz thank this guy for the shadow effects]

adventure bound

There's something about train journeys which invite epiphanies, no Eureka moment or sudden burst of ideas, but the quiet, more subtle thoughts which creep in and make you marvel at how surroundings affect your psyche at that precise moment.

It could be the lush, green meadows which stroll by, quiet little sheep and cows graze on the fields living life contentedly and in a manner they have always done so. No change or deviation from the circles of life, nature unfolds before you and makes you settle for a deep inspirational moment to unravel before your eyes.

The chug-chug of the train's wheels lulled me into drowsy concentration, I flitted from brief memories of yesterday's conversations, today's haste morning and the calmness of the countryside beside me through the window.

I looked at the faces surrounding me, the sea of anonymity had pulled me in and enveloped me in it's secure arms. Every person was a walking story, an experience and an untold mystery unwilling to be solved. Our journey's are made for various reasons, but the vehicle taking us there is one- this similarity made us united in the course of our travel.

Bearing these dynamics, I felt so incredibly lucky. I cast my mind's eye on my family and my friends, all wonderful, amazing people. My relationship with every individual from those two categories is so unique and fulfilling, I learn and create new bonds every day with them. Words unspoken speak volumes but actions shout out the love they have for me. Just being in this expanse of space made me realise: so is everyone else.

We all have our differences and dilemmas, but there's always that one thing which we have to be eternally grateful for: family, friends, occupation, education, successes, money, health, life, religion, morals..anything.

unilateral

When I look into your eyes, it's the indifference that cuts through me//I can sense you flinching away removing any connection we may have between us//Can one feel though their sensors are numb?//The distance seems vast and boundless, the hatred feels so raw//The coloured canvass looks garishly vulgar, it lies telling the story of a thousand disappointments//Every passing second reminds me of yesterday's regrets and tomorrow's inflictions//When your mouth moves to articulate, the lack of empathy only carves a hole deeper inside//I wonder, has it always been like this?//The sunshine falls only to blind me from seeing your fist uncurl underneath the table//It's the silence which kills me, those words speak louder//Deafening me until I'm incapable of deciphering the whisperings and torments//I conceal my emotions with heavy lidded make-up and sarcastic anecdotes//The bruise can be covered and forgotten//Yet the hollowness continues to delve and carve me internally//I am stronger, I convince myself continuously//Only empty words mask the reality which clouds the rest of the world//I speak but not the truth//Lies comes easily and thus the //facade//simply strengthens until no one is quite sure of anything anymore//fin.

obscurity

I'm drowning in your insecurity,

This relationship is one short of a liability,

My phone is switched off for lack of responsibility,

Your excuses exemplify your immaturity,

Pleas and cries highlight the voice of insincerity,

Such is the ambition of false purity

Aggravation shatters the core of my entity,

Crashing any notion of calmness and stability,

The situation has escalated beyond reality

Highlighting the state of fickle mortality

So I doubt the illusion of perfected rationality.

Free me from these bonds of stifling captivity;

I fear for the destruction of my personality.

As the angst escalates into mutual enmity,

Gone are the days of connected immunity

Today, we see the exposure of true insanity.

stranger within

In my mind, I see myself as a stranger. Not to the people around me or those who haven't had the misfortune to encounter my absurdity and oddities yet, but to myself. I'm constantly surprising myself in the most simplest of situations. I'll come across something and dislike it even though in previous scenarios I've adored that very object or circumstance. I think it's these little moments when I have epiphanies of how I'm actually learning new things everyday, about the very being I reside in from the beginning of time.

When I was in the early years of primary school, I must have been around six or seven, we had this art project to do. Everyone had to lie on this huge piece of paper and have their bodies drawn onto the paper. So we'd all lie onto the paper and a friend or the teacher (I can't remember the specifics) would trace our figure onto the paper. We had piles of magazines and catalogues to cut out pictures and words to match our personalities, those flimsy pieces of paper would be a representative of who we were. the teacher explained that though we are made up of blood, bones and all things icky, they were not what made us who we were- our personalities and

thoughts were the real substance of our personal entities.

As a child, I obviously didn't understand the concept of having a picture cut out from a magazine being an identity for who I was. But I like to think that I learnt something important that day, maybe the learning took a decade to sink in properly, but it finally made coherent sense to me. We are in actuality vehicles of thought, emotions and feelings. We cannot function without these 'pictures' because like the blood running in our veins it is vital to exist in society with this personality. Although, many may have blank pictures onto their life size outline, they are nevertheless pictures representing ourselves in the truest manner.

I wonder, if we were to do that art project today, which pictures would make up who we are? And would they be the same pictures we would have chosen yesterday? Do experiences blank out some of those traits or do they simply become hidden behind the newer ones which we bring into our lives?

softer world #1

All my dreams came true,
I just didn't think them through.
I was happier,dreaming.

-asofterworld-
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manners

After an exceptionally rowdy day at class, I sat down with all the children and asked them a question:
'What do you take with you wherever you go?'
The answers I received were diverse and humorous:
'Your head!'
'Clothes!'
'Brain'
'Quraan'
'Allah!'
[there's always a few that want to bring out the holy-card and say something like that]
I frowned and shook my head,'No, think harder'
They all scrunched their little faces and thought hard, after a few seconds of precious silence they looked at me in bewilderment.
'Manners, you take your manners with you wherever you go. You say please, thankyou and excuse me no matter where you are.'
The revelation stunned them into a quiet wonder, 'Manners,' they breathed, the word which was so insignificant a few minutes ago held them to ponder on what I had said.
'So,' I looked at one particular student, 'Where were your manners today?'
She looked at me, her face broke into a cheeky smile, 'I left them in the cupboard today.'
Duh. I told them all to bring them along tomorrow and never forget them.

boycott

Boycotting is probably the least you could do for the situation in Palestine.There are hundreds of companies aiding this terror against the civilians in Gaza, the money is going towards the bombs, missiles and bullets which are piercing into the bodies of our brothers and sisters.

Do you share and don't buy from these companies, you won't die if you don't buy- if you do, Gazans die.Simply put.

single unit

Muffled voices could be heard in the near distance,
The calm of the city seemed to be disrupted suddenly,
A buzz of people could be felt coming closer,
Tension wounds tighter and everyone felt the change in the air,
Without warning, a message could be deciphered from the masses:PALESTINE FREE, FREE!
The crowd cut through the silence
Colourful flags waved in the air,
Checked scarves once worn to show ancestry
Wound around necks tightly to emblem defiance
Against the Zionists and heartless, blind leaders.
The protest was loud and gave one message:Stop this terror against our brothers and sisters.We are not going to stay quiet.
The exhilaration at a demonstration is electrically charged,
Everyone's a single unit all shouting the same words,
The clenched hands and unified message make the movement all the more powerful.
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note to the people who commented on my previous blogpost:
I understand that peace is not attainable overnight by the simple words of a blogger, but are we not entitled to hope and pray for the impossible? Belief in the unseen and unknown makes such improbabilities and wishes to be realities for some. Maybe peace is a naive approach to the atrocities taking place, people are angry and frustrated but often irrational in this hot fury. If profanities are uttered then what does that make us? Are we not inflicting a wound with our harsh words? Didn't the Prophet [peace and blessings upon him] say:
"The best of you are those who are slow to anger and swift to cool down...Beware of anger, for it is a live coal on the heart of the descendants of Adam." - Al-Tirmidhi

Make your frustrations of a productive nature, go for the demonstrations and protests organised in your city, if there aren't any: organise one.Raise awareness of what's happening across the world, distribute leaflets explaining the situation and what is required from each individual to help. Collect money to send off to charities helping in Gaza, try to give donations of clothing or any other materials which are needed.And most importantly, pray for our brothers and sisters suffering across the globe.
Your bitter words are not helping anyone, raising awareness of atrocities via swears and death threats are useless and against the teaching of the Quraan and Sunnah.Be a human.

neglected lands

Geography will not hinder my sympathy,
Such distance does not make me forget your pain.
History will not erase this agony,
Such time passed does not cause me to walk away,
Scars will not quit my dripping tears,
Such hate injected does not stop my protests.
Burnt offices will not stop the pen from flowing,
Such travesty only fuels my typed retaliation.

My family strewn across the deserts and mountains,
We should unite and become an entity struggling for peace.

Those who can: protest against this animosity and barbarity.
As HUMANS let us be a force fighting against evil.
I ask for a motion and a movement forward.
WORLD PEACE.
2009.
Inshallah.

album game

My band's called Peculiar Institution, we're a mixture between grungy metal meets dreamy dance. All the band members are super geeks who have somehow made it into the music industry by mixing loads of random musical instruments and making lyrics whilst on the train to nowhere.

Our first album's called 'Is Nature's Inexorable Imperative' which explores the dynamics of the political situation across the world.It's grimy, hateful and full of emotion, yeah.

The cover was one which flickr helpfully provided at such short notice. Everyone disagreed on it but that's what makes it all the more special.

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Play the game:

1. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random The first article title on the page is the name of your band.

2. http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3 The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.

3. http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/ The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.