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

Troubled Thoughts

Sometimes, I wish I had someone who would listen to me with patience and understand what I am going through, what I am trying to say… But when someone says that, I am listening, share, I just go numb. And sometimes people take this as my excuse to attract attention and that I have nothing to say, that I am some pathetic attention seeker…

I have heard this so many times that NOW, even I doubt myself. But I am a human too, right? So, I can’t have it together all the time. I don’t really blame others, its me who is supposed to be blamed, it is always me…I just wish that all these things that I write about, I can speak out, with actual words.

I know I have wounds and they are stinging. And I know they are not imaginary, they are there but I don’t know how to let them out.

Sometimes, I sit alone and reflect on all those nagging thoughts bringing me down. Like now. A tear or two make their way down my cheeks but I wipe them as quickly as I can before anyone sees them. It has been quite a time since I have cried my eyes out without any fear or concern to be found in that state.

I am gonna be okay, I know that too. I want to be okay, so, I try to get back to normal as soon as I can. I just sometimes wish, I had that someone who would hug me and tell me to let it all out without any fear, who would make me feel like I also matter, no matter how clumsy, naive and dumb I can be, I still matter.

I guess I have to be that someone for myself, for now. 

– aak92

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The Perks of Being a ‘Mystery’

Everybody is living a chapter or even chapters, that the world know nothing about. And there is nothing wrong with that ‘way of life’.

Not everyone deserves to know that much about you. Not everyone can understand that much about you. The less they know, the less they can use against you.

Want to be an interesting person? Choose to be a mystery than an open book. Keep people guessing.

– aak92

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