I’ve been hearing this a lot in my country on the Facebook and Twitter posts about Gaza. “Where were you when the Shi’a and Ahmedi Genocide was taking place? When churches were bombed and temples were burnt? Why don’t you support the Blasphemy law victims? Rape and Honour killing victims?”
Quit whining. At least we stood up for something. Better than silently watching everything. This proves that we, our generation can actually make a difference and we can stand up for something. True, we should’ve stood up for all of that and that was equally wrong. But we were poorly informed and that is not an excuse. Palestine is an ongoing Issue all around the world with many people protesting in this cause. We are united with our Muslim brothers and sisters and people of other religions all around the world against one common enemy; Israel. It is Palestine v/s Israel. Us v/s Israel. We have one common external enemy. That’s not the case with our country. We don’t have one external enemy. We are own enemy. Our own citizens are the reason for this bloodshed. Who killed the Shi’as? Us. Who killed the Ahmedis? Us. Who refused to raise their voice for the victims of Rape and Blasphemy Law? Us. Who didn’t stand up for the Bombed Churches and Burnt Temples? Yet again, Us. Corruption is present within us. We are too divided to stand up against the injustice. Seeing this, I believe can be united in one cause. Hopefully, in the future we will once again unite against the injustice in out country. We are the rulers of tomorrow. Hopefully the differences won’t be so stark between us and we will rise as a nation. We can do it!
Well I’m sure all of have heard of the “War” between Israel and Palestine.
Its not a war, it’s genocide. Right now, 1092 wounded and 164 deaths in Gaza. And how many of Israel are dead/wounded? 10? 20? I’m not saying that their deaths are not important but look at the statistics. You call this defending yourself? Bombing poor innocent families? Oh because 10 year old girl is oh so scary. She could wipe off the entire Israeli population, couldn’t she? If not her, then a newborn baby maybe? Or a disabled man? And 80 year old woman? They pose such a threat to you, don’t they? You are bombing people who don’t even own the weapons. They have been oppressed for such a long time. Where is the UN with it’s laws? Is this not wrong? Wiping off the entire Palestinian population? Is this what you call peace? Doesn’t Palestine deserve it’s freedom? And as for America. You call this being responsible? You teach your children to say No to Racism, Fighting and Bullying. Well how do you explain this? Is this not Racism? Massive deaths of Muslims? Where is your ‘Humanity?’ Nobody wants your bullshit charity when you have absolutely no morals and you are so eager to fund and support assassins.
Put aside your differences for a second and ask yourself, Is this right? Is this humanity? You don’t need to be a Muslim to support Palestine, you just need to be a human.
I’ve come to a point where I no longer trust anybody. I don’t let anybody come close to me. Because trust for me is letting someone come close to you and opening yourself up to them. Exposing yourself to them, letting them see your weaknesses, relying on them, depending on them for your happiness and letting them into your heart. Because when they leave, it feels like they took a piece of you away with them, ripped out your heart, you feel exposed like being stripped naked in front of the whole world and the hollow space they leave where they once resided in your heart, aches and burns like it’s on fire and frankly it seems that way as well. And in the end, all you can do is watch them walk away, while you stand amongst the rubble and wreckage of what was once your soul.
Hairat hoti hai Karachi walon key sabr aur bardasht par,
Itna kuch sehtay hain, itney zulm jhailtey hain,
Lekin phir bhi, har subah phir jaag uthtey hain,
Ik nai umeed sey, ik nai justaju sey.
Tou phir maan lo, in key dilon meh jo aag jalti hai,
Iss ko bujhana na mumkin hai.
Aren’t you surprised at the patience and tolerance of the people of Karachi?
They endure so much cruelty, withstand injustice.
And yet, every morning, they rise again,
With a new hope, with a new quest.
And you have to admit, the fire that burns in their hearts,
Can not be extinguished.
Kis qadr sharm ka muqaam hai yeh, keh Musalman honey key bawujood, humey Khuda sey ziada logon ka khauf hai.
Translation: The height of embarrassment, that being a Muslim, we fear people more than we fear God.
Because, you are my drug and I’m addicted to you ❤
PS. That tumblr address at the corner is my tumblr blog 🙂
Okay so lately, I’ve become this hateful kind of person. My friends call me the hater of the world. And it’s kind of true. I am a hater. I do not normally like people. I mean when I meet someone, my first instinct is to hate that person. Plus I have rash thoughts. I basically want to murder everybody. I can not tolerate much anymore. Not only this, I don’t feel anything anymore either. It’s like I’m numb. I am completely devoid of all feeling. Even if I want to, I don’t feel anything anymore.
It’s kind of sad. I used to be sweet and kind. I used to be able to feel. Now I’m just awkward waiting for something to happen. But then again, when my friends call me heartless I secretly feel satisfied that now even if somebody tried they wouldn’t be able to hurt me. Their words would make no difference. It was my sweetness that was taken advantage of. My kindness used. My generosity taken for granted. Nobody can damage me now, but the real truth is I’m already damaged. Perhaps far too damaged to be saved.
This weeks post is a picture. (And it’s on time. Yippeee :D)
Sometimes, I wish I could just run away and never look back. I wish to explore the world and the people in it. I wish to know myself.
Image Source: Tumblr.
Okay I am late again. Sorry :3 But anyways.. Happy New Year!! 😀 I know I am late for that, too. Sorry, again.
Every New year we all go like, “New year, new me.” We make a list of resolutions to change ourselves, be a better person, make a difference, achieve something, blah blah blah. We even make the efforts but a few days in and we forget those resolutions and we are back to our old habits. The point I’m trying to make is not that we can’t change but the fact that we don’t need the New Year to make that effort. I believe that if you want to change you would start making an effort right now. Forget new year’s eve, every new day brings you an opportunity to start over. It’s your day, your moment, your life. You can be anything that you want to be. Doesn’t matter if it’s new year’s eve, 3 in the morning, mid of July, of 5 in the afternoon; if you want to make a difference you should make an effort to do so.
And there are some like me. For the past 3-4 years I have been trying to keep a daily diary. Like for the first few days of every January I would write an entry. As the days would go by, I would either forget or be too lazy. The entries became infrequent until they stopped altogether. I’m some of you of have been there. So this year I will try something different: a Memory Jar. Basically what you do is write down a one-liner or a small paragraph about something that made you happy on a piece of paper and put that paper in a jar. And you do this through-out the year and at the end of the year you empty the jar and read those pieces of paper. So this way your memories would be preserved and you can take out and read your memories whenever you want. 🙂
I found this post with these amazing ideas. You should check it out: http://www.steamykitchen.com/19992-memory-jar.html
What is it with people? Is it their hobby or something? Their passion? Something they take pleasure in? A past time? Something that makes them feel alive?
People love to disappoint, don’t they? It’s just that when you start to get closer to somebody and you get to know them, you start to expect things out of them. At first its little things and then big ones. It all goes fine at first and you are high up in the sky on cloud 9. But then the person get’s a sudden urge to pull you down. They disappoint you, in the worst way possible. And it breaks your heart. Shatters it. You cry, you scream but nobody else knows because you keep it to yourself. Soon enough you realize that it was your fault after all. You are the one who expected something. You are the one who gave them the opportunity to break you. And after that, you wipe your tears, you get up and walk away carrying the memory of the pain you felt. You make it a habit never to expect anything out of anybody. You don’t let anybody get close to you. You put up a barrier against people, even the ones you love. You vow to protect yourself from that heartbreak.
But once in a while, a person comes around. A person who makes you want to lower the barrier and to give him a chance. And silly as you are you neglect the memory you carry with you. You forget the pain you felt, the agony you went through. And yet again, you give them the chance. You let them come close. You begin to expect things from them. And once again, you are disappointed. You are broken. You fall, you cry, you scream. You realize your mistake. You wipe your tears, you get up and walk away, this time carrying a new memory of pain with you.