What is all this Fuss about?

What I can’t understand is all these rallies, promos, fussing, whimpering and complaining about females’ status

Yes, there are various rights that are not being given to females but it isn’t true for all. The ones who are actually suffering never make it on the screen. 

Can anyone tell me:

  • How wearing short tops and tight jeans can make you confident?
  • How wearing revealing clothes can make you a free woman? 
  • How replacing shyness with boldness can do you any good? And I mean shyness as in ‘hayaa’ in your eyes and manner.

I am sorry to say it but the media and such thinking is damaging the minds of our innocent little females. Oh! I sound like an old lady, ha! Just to be clear am not. 😉

If you do things the right way, there is a lot of value given to women in Islam.

Do you know the status of females in Islam?

  • When a Muslim girl is born, she becomes the reason for her father to enter Jannah.
  • When she grows up and marries a man, she completes half of her husband’s religion.
  • When she becomes a mother, paradise lies under her feet.

Quite impressive, don’t you think?

Why not we try to be better humans rather than creating a chaos over who gets to be superior.

Give it a thought.

-aak92

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It Has Been a While…

It has been a while, since I have written anything other than grocery lists or to do lists. Ha! Sometimes I think, it is probably because I haven’t felt anything for a while, but that can’t be true. Right? We feel something everyday but of course not everything is worth writing about.

I also have been quite busy lately, that even when I do get a strong urge to write down something worth noting down, something comes up, or I get distracted and thus the moment is gone and so are the words.

Let’s see how long that phase lasts. (Sign)

-aak92

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Time to be Real…

I wanted to make our last days memorable,

I wanted to have the best days we ever had.

 

But it is gonna take a a lot of patience and hard work,

And I am already tired.

 

I can’t make those mine who never were,

I tried my best,

People say actions speak louder than words,

So believe I tried.

 

And I would be an idiot not to get the signal,

You can’t force anyone to care for you the same way you care for them.

 

So I guess its time to believe and let go,

By griping too tight I might lose them all together. 

 

So its time to let go and move with the flow.

 

Make memories,

But not forced.

 

Make bonds,

But not fake.

 

Its time to play real,

Its time to be real…

– aak92

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“Life is Not The Bed of Roses”

When we come into this world, we are unaware of what lies ahead. We thought that life is all about toys and colors and getting all the attention. In short, life is perfect and that is how it is going to be. But when we grow up and start getting some sense, we see the true colors of the world and living.

When we grow up, we realize that life is not just about laughter and smiles. there is more to it than meets the eye. We realize that all that we were living before was just some sweet dream, now the real nightmare starts. We come to know the real meaning of tears, sacrifice, compromise and how to deal with a broken heart. When we are young we think that once we will grow up, we will be able to boss around too just like the grownups. But when we actually become grownups we realize that: broken toys were a lot better than broken hearts.

When you see other people who seem happy and seem to be living the life to the fullest, you think that they are living the perfect life but just walk a little while in their shoes you will learn that they:

                                                            Lock away the pain,

                                                               Show you only smiles,

                                                               Not the hidden tears.

You go through pains and hardships all your life but life is not only black and white. It also consists of colors but one should always know how to fight the black clouds.

Life is a mixture of colors. Life is like a blank canvas and it depends on you, whether you paint it black or colorful, yet, there are some compulsory black spots that you have to mix in with your painting. I would like to end this by saying that: “Life is not the bed of roses neither Life is a bed of thorns. It is a mixture of both so just learn to live it that way…

-aak92