tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46040254105146115642024-02-19T04:15:24.545-08:00Eccentric Omnivore
Bizarre and flawed. A little freaky, off from the center due to cluttered mind.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604025410514611564.post-49084272829243871482016-01-04T21:20:00.001-08:002016-01-04T21:26:40.656-08:00You forgot, what you once knew.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
For you,
everything is money.</div>
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But you
forgot, </div>
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Soon your
eternal place shall be grave, the dark place for which you were only brought
up.<br />
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For you,
everything should be shiny, catchy, and expensive to tell worth by itself .</div>
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But you
forgot,</div>
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Total nothingness
is your destiny, you were made out of dust and being dust again is your fate.<br />
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For you,
physical beauty is everything.</div>
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But you
forgot,</div>
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Soon the
lines, marks, and wrinkles will emerge and all the scratches, hatred and grief
will sparkle on the face, like a gem shining in the day light.<br />
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For you,
love is bought and sold in markets.</div>
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But you
forgot,</div>
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Strong souls
were never on auctions.<br />
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For you,
wisdom is a commodity.</div>
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But you
forgot, </div>
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There’s a
big sign board with neon lights which reads: ‘’Given to a few’’, and now many
consider themselves to be in those few, including you. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604025410514611564.post-32159776698416937012014-12-26T13:02:00.003-08:002014-12-31T10:15:55.108-08:00A Strange good-bye.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">He held her hands
tightly yet softly asking her to stay for few more minutes. As she turned back she
saw him smiling but his eyes were speaking of great fear he was struggling
with. Reflection of his soul could be seen through his wide-dark gloomy eyes
but she overlooked it, pretended not to see it. She screamed, ''Leave my
hand'', she could have asked it gently but tried to be as harsh as she could.
She jerked and pulled off her hand from
his, trying to make this good-bye easier for him in her way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> He could see the
storm in her eyes, but silently stood there.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> This time, she broke the long
silence and said again‘’let me go, I have to keep on going’’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> He drew himself very close, closed to her lips and kissed her, may be for the last time. Strongly but passionately. After a minute he managed to pull himself back; far enough to see her face, to see her eyes, and here he read her eyes that were speaking of the truth which she wasn't been able to tell him or as if she has found the part of herself that had been missing. Finally he said,</span></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> ‘’Today Love
does not demand to be declared, today I see that in your eyes, feel it in your
voice, you were never stopped from dreaming and aiming high’’.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">'Dream means work, I will stand by you. Like always'.</span></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">It was a strange way of saying good-bye to each other but both were happy in their hearts, as they walk back home.</span></o:p></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604025410514611564.post-76786865669943706092014-10-25T00:49:00.000-07:002014-10-25T03:45:41.393-07:00Rant#1I have been trying to solve a paper since morning; hours have been passed and I can't get it done. Its just 50 blanks which I have to find it from the given chapters and I just can't.<br />
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A Song. An old Indian movie song is stuck in my head and it keeps on repeating every after a minute at the background and I don't even know that song well enough. Its the freaking tittle line and I feel like it will last forever. Please get the heck out of my head?<br />
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Noises. noises. everywhere.</div>
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the water pumping machine,</div>
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the sewing machine on which my mother is sewing something.</div>
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the television.</div>
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siblings talk</div>
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the washing machine</div>
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and this songggg.</div>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604025410514611564.post-45092444623756281942014-10-24T07:43:00.000-07:002014-10-24T08:25:53.890-07:00Decluttering.<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
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<i style="font-size: small;"> </i><i>You rise every
time when you fall</i>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">But, what if you stumble, and fall every
minute you walk up? You start wobbling and tilting when you try to stand
straight. From here to there, just a single step forward, and dhrum* dhrum* bhrrom*!
Three steps down, in another moment you come to know someone has slipped again
and when you come back into your senses, you realize it is you on the floor; clinching
eyes with a frown on the mouth, just pretending to die for a moment or maybe
praying to pass out. Why the heck I did
not see that. This is insane.</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Oh. Yes, you are
insane. Not because you fell again but cause’ you did not count how many times you
stand back on your feet. This shall to pass and you will learn.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> But what if someone likes being on floor?
This temporary place becomes
permanent? Isn’t a lot easier then? No
more bruises or blood dripping down through ankle or knee, no more tears. You
learn to accept things as they are now. Gulping down the fact that you are a
looser, loner and stupid, eventually the struggle ceases. Things get incredibly
easy when you learn accepting your faults, when you know them. Don’t they?</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> Sigh* you surrendered that easily? Are
you running away? Why do you even worry if things get out of your hand? Or something
bad happens to you? You got nothing to loose coward. Try facing it; if you can’t then stop complaining
about others and question yourself, what are you doing? All you are doing is
withdrawing from your empty account. Please, deposit in it first. Do you happen
to know where that strong person is? which I used to know; after some time, may
be a year later you will laugh about all this and thanks Allah for making you go
all through hard time. It only makes you strong, stronger than ever before.</span></i></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604025410514611564.post-23058412340765155332014-01-12T05:20:00.000-08:002014-01-12T05:33:18.161-08:00To be reactive or not to be?<div class="MsoNormal">
They bring hate into your peaceful life, destroy your inner
peace, destroy personal relations, and all you are left behind is with loneness
even when you are surrounded by people. They bring insecurities in your life
and you get lost in a room with 100s door in it, and every door has 100 doors
in it; they hunt you down, their high pitched shout echoes in ear, follows you
everywhere, chase you like a dead-man’s ghost chasing to take revenge and you
don’t find any place to hide. Carving haterism, piercing your heart out, you
scream, scream with pain and no one hears you. They can drive you irrational,
crazy, leaving you insane, forcing you to get hollow. Hollow from inside,
pressurizing you to become friends with selfishness, they carry petrol to burn
you down at any moment you can see the bright light, yellow light, red
light, no more black shadows up on the sky, flaring up the sensitive emotions with
sound of roaring, blaring, and explosions and smoke everywhere; or drag you into a hole, the black hole and you don’t get a chance to use your senses; within a minute you become an unknown for others; people forget you or vindictively keep torturing you, play with your feelings and sentiments, evoking
you until and unless you show some reaction and all you want to do is to show some patience; if you
don’t want to hurt the other person as
much you are now. They are words. Either way they have huge impact on anyone's life, choose them wisely. They make you or break you.</div>
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Twinkle in your eyes with a touch of sarcasm </div>
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That disturbing smile of yours; that faded grin</div>
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I know you are good at it, but I will not let you win.</div>
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Not this time.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604025410514611564.post-56254852400867295862013-12-20T22:36:00.001-08:002014-10-25T03:53:25.487-07:00YOU!<div style="text-align: center;">
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No matter what happens. I'll always miss you and love you in a discrete way (only bhaiyo and friends walla!) where ever you go,you will always be in my thoughts. May Allah keeps you all healthy and wealthy and May your all dreams come true and May you find your true love soon. Ameen. </div>
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(Just because I was missing you chuzzu) ;) </div>
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<i>All I connected is you!</i></div>
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<i>All I want is you to be happy</i></div>
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<i>Not some bunch of people saaying stuff to you</i></div>
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<i>And that part of you being stupid saying all mean things to yourself</i></div>
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<i>You dare call yourself a retard....!!</i></div>
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<i>You are way better and amazing than that.</i></div>
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<i>Why the hell people ask me a reason to love them?</i></div>
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<i>I just love you cause' you are you. </i></div>
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<i>and that's it..!</i></div>
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When I get all down and sad, you cheer me up. Even if you have to insult me. </div>
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<i>Yea right, Beegar gai hai tuu..</i></div>
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<i>petrol daal k aag laga deni chahye tujhy</i></div>
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<i>sansaar kar dena chahyee!!</i></div>
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<i>If you wanna hear that? then hell nooo! Jahil.</i></div>
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<i>Become an opimist you weirdo!</i></div>
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<i>Because I know you are love</i></div>
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<i>And I believe you alone can shake the world</i></div>
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<i>Just keep your mind healthy</i></div>
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<i>Don't waste your time!</i></div>
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<i>when you know, you can do a lot..</i><br />
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P.S: We fight a lot and apologize but after making each other look and feel so bad; we don't talk now much as we used to do cause' you know; we may get all emotional and sentimental at times (I blame you); we may crack jokes on each other (I know, I am sucha dork some times); we may insult (I deserve that as well as u); we may get mad at each other and curse(LOL we do this everytime we talk)..</div>
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But even after all of this we are we! You have always motivated me, keep doing that.. I might will need you soon to make me Me again. I owe you big times. THANKS. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604025410514611564.post-75610653658867053832013-11-04T21:51:00.002-08:002013-11-04T23:55:01.766-08:00Ninteen. Such a dramatic change in life. Oh my god! I am nineteen now. Just few years ago, I was celebrating sweet sixteen and now, here I am in my last year of teen. Time has gotten a jet engine.I assume.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> I was expecting a good change but nothing really got changed. In fact, I got more annoying and irritating. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My birthday didn't come as I expected,<strike> it was my one of the dark days of life though.</strike> I cried all day without any reason. My whole week was literally the backstage. I got involve in a fight with family, didn't even stopped on that and fought with my bestie and lost him. Somehow, the fight was related with everyone. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ahh!! my life is such a Turkish drama in which they regardlessly drags the drama scenes into days and months and kill people in the end as well. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Is this just me? or I took the shock of being nineteen way too seriously.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My mum sew a dress for me, and guess what!! it got stuck on my bottom. shiz!! I have gained too much weight. I really need to exercise or else I will turn into a balling pin.lol. (I guess, I am exaggerating a lot)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I have gotten a haircut yesterday. They are really short now, just up to my neck. I'm embracing it way too much!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Coaching exams has messed up my mind. Totally. My very half brain is quarter now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My sister says, Rida. Can I get something from you? I know it's hard for you but, u can try.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Me: (interrupting) yea, sure.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She: Can u be normal. please?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My friend asked me to brought ''Card Reader'' from home and I bought a ''Card rejister'' for her. What was I thinking?lol. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I have 4000+ unread mails from unknown sources mixed with my personal mails. damn. I got too much junk to clear but, not getting enough time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One of my subject teacher in coaching center is always degrading students, not everyone. but he thinks we are ''Paindoos'' comes from a village and don't know anything at all and it was disturbing me a lot. So, I e-mailed him thanking him for notes, gave him some suggestions and shared a link to pronounce word correctly. The very next day, he called me ''Qayamat''. Seriously? knowing English Language can made this huge impact on people? Well, he knows my name now and thinks I am smart. -__-</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Literally everyday, I see cows eating plastic bags and stuff from the garbage near the street gutter and it drinks water out of a puddle. It just grosses me out to think about that cow's milk supplying to someone. Ew!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Talking about gross thing and impurity. The ARY NEWS SHOW, ''SAIRAY AAM'' has totally made my mind not to eat anything from outside. I remember enjoying ice lolly, that street wala bun Kabab, or full ketchup walay french fries. Now I can't think of eating anything, even though I carve for them. sometimes.lol.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The month of Muharamm is almost here now, I really wish and hope that everyone stays safe, the dear ones of every family. May Allah be with all of em'. Ameen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The very great Rumi once said</span>,<span style="font-size: large;"><i> <span style="font-weight: normal;">''Respond to every call that excites your spirit''</span></i><span style="font-weight: normal;">.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> umm..I think my spirit is calling me and telling me that I have a English paper todaay, including the novel, prose and poetry.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> naaaaaaaaaa.. Sis. That's not excitment, that's called stress.lol I am doomed, haven't done anything about it at all. Gotta run now. Fingers crossed. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604025410514611564.post-75028781557199823892013-10-14T07:44:00.000-07:002013-11-09T18:42:17.298-08:00Beeepp!! Make a way. It's rush hour??<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Beep beeep, Honk honk!!! I-am-soo-done-with-these-noises.My head is driving crazy. I feel like my ear drums are about to explode in about any moment. People really should learn some patience while driving especially in jammed traffic. What's the point of honking behind people when the light is still red or if it is green the traffic is still jammed packed? Will that make traffic to clear off? No way! It will only make everything worse then it was before. Ahh!! We do not have flying cars. Not yet.May be in upcoming future, but now? Heloo?? </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wish, I could banned this beeper thing in cars. I really do. Great thing I am not in traffic controlling system. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This quote just made me realized to see this issue differently. Since, I really don't know if I will be able to do something about it or not. But I can change my behaviour towards it. As it is said before<b><i> </i></b></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.59375px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">Learn to accept the things you cannot change”</span><span style="font-size: 14px;"> (umm.. I guess it was something like t</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">his)</span></i></b></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.59375px;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Here,</i></span></b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>“When anybody honks at me in traffic, I blush, </b></i></span></span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604025410514611564.post-67031808292491681962013-09-15T02:59:00.003-07:002013-10-14T07:58:20.548-07:00Listen for once- Please listen.I want you to listen instead of pretending. There are thousand's of unspoken words you can hear if you just listen. Observe me, Listen what my eyes have been speaking, look here they are screaming out loud. Give it a look; for once.<br />
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You think you know me. You think you understand. I bet you would if you would see behind the fake smile I wear, behind the fake life I am living. Don't get fooled, I wear mask and beneath every mask there's another me who is all veiled and phony.<br />
For once, listen to the words I am not saying. For once, try to understand than to be understood<br />
I might look strong, I might look happy, I can make you sure that, I am secure and confident but the truth is I-am-not-the-person-you-know. I might look angry but I'd be accepting my mistake and if it is yours I am open and forgiving for you, for us. I might be laughing now but crying deep inside, I might be frustrated at things at times, I get mood swings all the time. There's always a reason for everything, every act we do, there must be. If you just give a one shot- not your best shot, will know why, but only for now try. <br />
I admit, I need you, more than I need water and food to live. whenever you show some interest within me, I want to pour my heart out to you. It takes lot of courage and when I become successful at gathering all my strength but, by then you again reformed into cold, you spaced out and detached. Is it fair?<br />
I might be good at hiding my feelings and pretending everything is ''okay''. Yet, I am still asking to give a try. Just for once listen to the words I am not saying. Please listen.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604025410514611564.post-81599487861243282542013-07-18T19:06:00.001-07:002013-10-14T08:01:56.262-07:00Downtime.<br />
It is very hard to accept failure.<br />
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I have failed. I failed without even trying. I gave up without even accepting my challenge . I regret. I feel remorse. I lack determination, hardwork, self-confidence, my list can go futher.<br />
It's going to be a long journey to come back on track, to come back where I used to be.<br />
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Angriness is eating me up from inside. I feel there's something in my body, crawling, running within my blood. Frustration, sadness, remorse, depression, headaches are giving me nothing. Yet, I still hope. I have faith. I believe, there's always light at the end of the tunnel. I am not optimist, but I do day-dreaming. I am going to get better soon.I hope! keeping my fingers crossed.<br />
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My heart wanted to have a free soul. A soul that chases the dreams of her heart. I have been looking out for a sign that say you are independent and free to move. But, this is not right. Something is not fair. It was my culture who has kept me bound by itself.<br />
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It was always in my mind why can' t do this or why can't I do that? Hanging out with friends was far, far away from my thoughts. It was not related to my family it was related to my society. The society; who I was a part of. I had a chance to live my life for a year as I wanted. I was allowed to hangout with friends, play when I want, watch television, play on Wii, slack off from work. It was a chance to try all those adventurous stuff, I had dreamed for. A year without any anyone looking out for you.<br />
This is not morally fine either. Right? For all those who asked me questions how did I do in America? What I did? How I spent my days and some irritable, annoying questions. (Not all of them are stupid questions). This blog is dedicated to them.<br />
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In short, I was placed in Troy, Missouri first then I moved to Salem, Missouri. My host family was changed once due to not getting mutually understand each other. Being different is good but being to much different which would count as weird is not so good! Well, moving on. I got a family whom I can rely on. A family who I called a family after my natural family. Although my host family was not rich as shown in American movies, it's just a stereotype about them. Saying this from what I have experienced.<br />
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Coming back to my host family. I had a host dad name ''Brian Inman''. The hilarious one; just like my real father whom I can fully trust on and can share anything with him. We would talk with each other for hours and can not be bored. I think, I would not get bored. There was so much to tell him. Our culture was so different from each other. He has always advised me and try to correct me. Unfortunately my little brain is just messed up. I forgets things pretty easily. He taught me fishing, swimming (not really) actually he threw me in water with a life jacket on with a believe that ''I will not drown''. He was so funny. Moreover he taught me riding four wheeler (secretly) on my request. We went for frog gigging. It was the scariest but fun experience ever. I can't forget that day. Everything was covered with darkness and we were with flash lights trying to blind frogs. He would teach me how to sing songs and taught me how to whistle but it was an epic fail. I was so horrible. I still am. But I miss all those days.<br />
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My host mom, ''Nancy''. She is just apple of an eye of everyone. She is a good cook plus she manages her kitchen greatly. She always tease me by saying ''clean as you go''. One day I cooked Biryani for host family. I did not turn out pretty good because I was out of some spices. Well, what can we expect from a county side. It's okay. Well, after that the whole kitchen was just a disaster. She did not yell at me for messing up with kitchen although I cleaned it afterwards but I learned the lesson of ''Clean as you go''. I miss her sometimes and all the lessons she has taught me. Before going to bed we always gave hug to each other. That was really so sweet. Sometimes we would misunderstand each other but it's a part of our life. We move on.<br />
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Salem High school was the school I went; I graduated from. SHS gave me lot of love, respect, memories. Me and my best friend of America, LIEN MAI NGYEN fromVietnam. My 4th sister. We would do some crazy exchange students stuff together and everyone would appreciate it. Salem's people are very warm welcoming people. Some of them were racist too beside them everyone is love. I would say it was just a very small town for a girl who has lived her life in a city. I miss my very first high school too. TROY BUCHANAN too but it was in a fate to move to different location.<br />
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P.S: I had a host family, A coordinator, A great Regional director, host family's friends and my friends to look after me and keeping an eye on me.<br />
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Coming back to the story, I had a chance to be a rotten egg in that freedom of religion and culture's country but I choose not to. The culture is inside you not relying on the society. Yes, society means a lot to everyone and we should not do anything against it. Besides that man's will also matters a lot. We can not loose our true identity in order to gain society's praising words. People loves to talk behind back. They backbite, they gossip but is it what you want? No, then seek what you like for your own sake. No matter where you travel in this world every Country has their own culture and traditions; what I have learnt through my exchange year can not be defined in words. Especially I can not defined it myself but the very first lesson, I learnt is respecting those cultures and diversity without losing your true identity.<br />
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It has always been most of the Pakistani mother's reciting words that the cellphone in your hand goes in hell, you loose it, drop it somewhere, it will break by itself or I will split it into two pieces or someone snatch it from you so that I can live in peace.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is not my only mother. I bet, your mother would agree with my mother's word. It is a true story of every teenager. </span><br />
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I have been thinking what if we loose the messaging opportunity, what the life would be like without messaging or without talking with friends. It is obvious texting itself is not a big deal. Talking with friends in a low, cheap cost matters that is why most of us message friends even if we are not chit chatting, we would forward messages. It is a leisure time fun activity. I am a texting freak when it comes to boredom. I send message to everyone in my contact book. Yes, it is a shame but I am proudly proud of it.<br />
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Here's are few advantages if we leave texting.<br />
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1. Our parents would be proud on us.<br />
2. Life can not be annoying.<br />
3. It will all tension free.<br />
4. There will be no one to yell at you or say curse you.<br />
5. You will be concentrating in your daily matter life.<br />
6. Education? You will be a nerd somehow.<br />
7. You will keep yourself busy in home choirs.<br />
8. Instead of taking time to text, you will be going out to play.<br />
9. People will know you inperson and know the truth.<br />
10. Actually, they can see you while you are talking.<br />
11. No more accidents due to texting and driving.<br />
12. No more cheating. fraud or falsly statements.<br />
13. No more wrong numbers stressful messages.<br />
14. There will not be any usage of wrong sentence due to the bad habit of texting.<br />
15.No more confusing acronyms and spoilt spoken language plus spoilt writing.<br />
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17. You can sleep peacefully.<br />
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On the other hand, if we do have the facility to text.<br />
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1. No one can be bored anymore.<br />
2. Friends will be with you at any time<br />
3. You will not be forever alone.<br />
4. Actually, you will have fun by planning a hangout with friends.<br />
5. Friends will always be there for you when you need them plus you can contact them in emergency if you do not have balance.<br />
6. Life will be less stressful by not caring about anything at all.<br />
7. Who cares if someone scold you. You can run away from it and talk almost freely with friends.<br />
8. You can do fights secretly without letting anyone know.<br />
9. You will have your love with you all the time just a minute away from cellphone.<br />
10. You can say all those words which you can not say inperson and are afraid of it.<br />
11. Ugly ones can get make people fall in love for them.<br />
12. Writting all those things rather than telling them will help you not loose the person you like becasue if they are infront of them, then you can be in trouble. so writting all those things, clearing all points and send them to get a fast reply without waiting would be so awesome.<br />
13. You can do flirting and pass your freaking bore-to-death time.<br />
14. You can know strangers very well and be friends with them. That's always adventurious. ( I have never done this before)<br />
15. You can bully people or blackmail them just for fun. (I don't agree with this one)<br />
16. Funny jokes? There are always amzaingly funny messages revolving around; that will make you laugh out loud.<br />
17. No more sadness due to sitting alone and not having a best friend by your side.<br />
18. The list can go on and on but texting is just amzaing without it we will be doomed with all house choirs if we have some leisure time.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I do not know what to say about to text or not to text. The choice is yours. Everything has its advantages and disadvantages, if we </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">misuse any opportunity, then we can not be happy with life. For a time being it will give us pleasure but in later on life we can not be happy from what we have.</span><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604025410514611564.post-44444057539242462792012-08-26T10:57:00.000-07:002012-08-28T09:06:12.433-07:00Random!!<br />
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Well, I have been thinking what to write and I couldn’t come
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I have heard good writers start with writing one or two lines and then continue to pen down their thought
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As the matter of fact, I have written couple of blogs but
they didn’t get to be encouraged by people. I think they didn’t even try to
read them. Pitiable. Right? Well, it’s okay I am going to write till my hands
and my brain start working to write things up. </div>
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For that reason, I have decided to do a project called “6
days in a row’’. In this I am going to
write daily whatever click my mind. To write a blog I need to be persistent
which I am not. True that. Well, I think I can do it. I almost spend 1-2 hours
daily on facebook doing nothing; if I give my 30 minutes to write few lines
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604025410514611564.post-21812837236981478532012-05-27T22:11:00.000-07:002012-05-28T10:27:17.336-07:00Still a lot of lessons to learn.Knock, Knock, Knockkk*<br />
I jumped out of my bed, rubbed my eye in order to clean them and opened the door. It was my host dad waiting for me to opened the door. I greeted him and he did to. He asked me if I am ready to go for the picnic.<br />
Dad, what time is it?<br />
''It's 6:45 and you are not ready. Get ready in 5 minutes or else we are going to leave you at home''he replied in a resentful manner.<br />
Well, I picked up my backpack and went upstairs to my bathroom to wash my face and changed my clothes. After 10 minutes I was sitting at the back seat in the car. Moving on we started our trip to Clear water lake. I didn't dare to say anything because I was still sleepy a little bit from the night before it. I stayed up late that night. At 7 a.m. my alarm started ringing. My host mother looked at me. I told her it's my alarm so I could be up for today. She asked me why did I put for 7 a.m. I told her that you told me we will be leaving at 8. That's why I put that. She denied it and told me that we said that we will be leaving between 6 to 7 a.m.<br />
Well, it's not a big surprise. Sometimes she changes her mind like changing clothes. I didn't want to argue with her. They changed their plan because they wanted to eat out. I apologized her still after knowing that I was right.<br />
We went to sonic, I had French toast and lemonade for breakfast.<br />
Then they drive to their friend's house to pick them up, they were going with us too. At 7:45 we arrived there and found out that they just got up and we had to wait for them about 1:30 minutes there.<br />
Every minute was thorn in my side. Those 90 minutes were rational to the hunger pain of last minutes of a fast.<br />
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At last we finally moved towards our designation. This waiting procedure was horrible to me and now I know when you wait for someone on something how it feels like. I have gotten a lot better after living in United States where people stress more on time where as if I compare it to my family in Pakistan, I think that it is our family tradition not being on time. The journey continues. I pray to Allah that make me a good person in future with all the good deeds. (Ammeen)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604025410514611564.post-16674516037963710942012-05-24T20:03:00.002-07:002012-05-24T22:25:10.444-07:00Feeling of Boredom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have nothing to say but I am pretty much bored and I have no idea what to do. So, I decided to write a poem. This is my fourth poem I have ever written and I am not so good in writing them. But I tried to write one.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #20124d;">I am just sitting here</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #20124d;">Staring the windows of my laptop</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #20124d;">My friends are having fun</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #20124d;">I am stalking each one</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #20124d;">My parents are enjoying the weather</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #20124d;">Where as I am shunning the sun</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #20124d;">I'm looking for a movie</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #20124d;">But none of them are groovy</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #20124d;">I'm thinking to listen to a song</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #20124d;">besides my head is not getting along</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #20124d;">I am feeling alone</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #20124d;">I sense this mood is overblown</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #20124d;">It's getting dark outside</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #20124d;">But I think it's nationwide</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #20124d;">There's nothing to be surprised</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #20124d;">because I live at the west side</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #20124d;">I have finally realized that I am bored</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #20124d;">All these emotions are floored</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #20124d;">This poem has stored</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #20124d;">But please don't abhor</span></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #330033; font-family: arial, 'nimbus sans l';"><span style="font-size: 14px;">There's a always good side and bad side of everything. As well there's pro and cons of everythings.It depends on visual perception and how he/she thinks. </span></span><em style="color: #330033; font-family: arial, 'nimbus sans l'; font-size: 14px;">A Gift for Muslim Couples</em><span style="color: #330033; font-family: arial, 'nimbus sans l';"><span style="font-size: 14px;"> controvery started when a old man (Ahmad) sold a book from India in Canada which was written by (Religious Scholar) </span></span><u style="color: #330033; font-family: arial, 'nimbus sans l'; font-size: 14px;">Maulvi</u><span style="color: #330033; font-family: arial, 'nimbus sans l';"><span style="font-size: 14px;"> Ashraf Ali Thanvi in 19th centuary who passed away in 1943. </span></span><em style="color: #330033; font-family: arial, 'nimbus sans l'; font-size: 14px;">A Gift for Muslim</em><span style="color: #330033; font-family: arial, 'nimbus sans l';"><span style="font-size: 14px;"> Couples' book basically told Muslim couple especially man of the family how to treat with your wife. In that book there are some pages which tells how to deal with dishosnest wife or who doesn't listen to you and it gives the refrence of <b><i>HOLY QURAN</i></b>. I personally did some research and it took me forever to find that page of the book which said to beat. The book says to do this:</span></span><b><span style="color: #330033; font-family: arial, 'nimbus sans l';"><span style="font-family: verdana, geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"> To </span></span><span style="font-size: 14px;">re-approach</span><span style="font-family: verdana, geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">, to scold, to beat with stick or hand, to pull the ears, to utter harsh words, to </span></span></span><span style="color: #330033; font-family: verdana, geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">physically </span></span><span style="color: #330033; font-family: arial, 'nimbus sans l';"><span style="font-size: 14px;">detain, to apply financial restraints. </span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, geneva, sans-serif;">Ok then let me tell you, Maulvi Thanvi, the verse you quote from <u>Quran </u>(koran) was taken in completely a wrong way. Those verses were for women who cheats on their husbands or having a sexual relationship with other man.There's nothing in Quran which tells you how to beat yourwife and beat your wife when they don't listen to you. Here are some quotes from Quran which is taken wrong by extremist people and they think they owned their wives. If you think you can treat however you want then you have to read this. </span></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, geneva, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-size: 13px;"><i>"According to Quran the relationship between the husband and wife should be based on mutual love and kindness. Allah says: "And among His Signs is this, that He created for you mates from among yourselves, that ye may dwell in tranquility with them, and He has put love and mercy between your (hearts): verily in that are Signs for those who reflect." (Quran: Ar-Rum 21) </i></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, geneva, sans-serif;"><i> <span style="font-size: 13px;">The Holy Quran urges husbands to treat their wives with kindness. (In the event of a family dispute, Quran exhorts the husband to treat his wife kindly and not to overlook her positive aspects). Allah Almighty says: “Live with them on a footing of kindness and equity. If ye take a dislike to them it may be that ye dislike a thing, and Allah brings about through it a great deal </span><span style="font-size: 13px;">of good.” (Quran: An-Nisaa 19) </span></i></span></b></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, geneva, sans-serif;">And the <u>Surah </u>(Verse) they take it in wrong sentence is this:</span></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, geneva, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-size: 13px;">"Men are the protectors and maintainers of women, because Allah has given the one more strength than the other, and because they support them from their means. Therefore, the righteous women are devoutly obedient and guard in the husband's absence what Allah would have them to guard. As to those women on whose part you fear disloyalty and ill-conduct, admonish them (first), (next), refuse to share their beds, (and last) beat them (lightly); but if they return to obedience, seek not against them means (of annoyance)acquainted with all things." (Quran: An-Nisaa 34)</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, geneva, sans-serif;">In Quran in Surah Al- Nisa it is first stated admonish them and try to urge or explain or warned them next if they don't listen to you. Second statement is to refuse to share beds mean in Islamic divorce them and make them survive with yourself and at last beat but lightly. But, what do you think? after divorcing can you beat some one? NO! that's why it is stated in the last. Everything which is in QURAN makes completely sense and lots of people takes some bite which ever the piece they like and use it in their own way.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, geneva, sans-serif;">Beating wife or treating them badly in Islam </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, geneva, sans-serif;">is considers very bad. In any religion they don't allow to beat wife even in Western countries and after selling a book in western country made every one looked down upon. So, this is the controversy which have been revolving around now-a-days. I want to end my blog by saying that there is nothing in Quran to beat wives and who ever think that he is extremist. Well, it doesn't happen a lot but it varies in different cultures like in India, Afghanistan and Pakistan or other South Asian countries where women are not empowered alot.</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4604025410514611564.post-43877475716575157922012-01-10T04:57:00.000-08:002012-01-10T04:57:31.743-08:00And I learned something from a seven years old boy!<h3 class="post-title entry-title">As it is one of important message of Hazrat Muhammad(P.B.U.H) that '' Baroon ki Ezat and chooton ka ehtaram karo.''<br />
''Obey and respect the elders and adore and respect the yougers'' </h3><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-7975048685200364494"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1-ArcOZrDN5kHT8gHNWTD8XecWqUf69o0JMLnjhC_GPwKTk5kvDrKO1cWVUPLrfkF3DVQnzUrU5hkAxdVa8mjaEHJNoUaLrII_Jk4joKwMC9Nb1DXZzi2E0gPxpckLU70SZmp9-nA/s1600/DSC01179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" closure_uid_z4lhql="2" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1-ArcOZrDN5kHT8gHNWTD8XecWqUf69o0JMLnjhC_GPwKTk5kvDrKO1cWVUPLrfkF3DVQnzUrU5hkAxdVa8mjaEHJNoUaLrII_Jk4joKwMC9Nb1DXZzi2E0gPxpckLU70SZmp9-nA/s320/DSC01179.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>This quote just came into my mind when I was playing with 7 years old Trevor; my host nephew. We were looking for the tree house when we found the stacks of hay bundles. They were on top on each other and together the were making the mountain of Hay bales. Suddenly travor climp on it and said come up. First I was not sure if it will be secure to play on it. I wanted to finish the game and take Travor home before some one gets hurt. And I said Travor come down now! I did not expect any response from him except him to come down but, he gave me a look and replied in a very cute way, ''make me.'' and then continued, '' If you will make me then I will come down.'' Out of blue I asked him, '' How can I make you?'' He taught me how to make a child. He said, '' say manner words and please.'' <br />
I continued as what he told me to do, ''Tavor would you please come down?'' and he came down and I put my hand on his head and said, ''Good boy.'' He stopped and said say THANK- YOU now. I couldn't take him to home until I would say all the nice words to him.<br />
I had learnt when I was coming to America that always says three magic words: Thank you, Please, sorry or excuse me and I have been practicing also but I didn't know that I have to say to small kids also.<br />
I would say Travor taught me some good lesson. After this I thought about my younger sisters; now I realised what used to make my siblings fight with me. If I would say some appreciation words; there would not be the same as today. And it will not be false if I say I didn't fight with any of my sisters and I miss them alot. <br />
Today I learnt the forgotten message of Holy Prophet(P.B.U.H) and what my parents taught me again and again. <br />
I hope when I will get back home; I will be a positvely changed sister for them. I am positive =D <br />
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I am so nervous and excited too. I want to improve my reading and writing skills and habits. Literally, I do not know what to write or how to start blog but, hopefully I will learn; when I will get started. Everything is possible with a hope and will; then, just lets go with them.<br />
I also want to save my memories about my exchange year in America. So, this is the best option.<br />
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