Monday, 14 December 2015

Moving on.

Hi, it's been quite some time since I have posted anything over here and this post is tell all my wonderful readers that I will not be posting anything on this blog again.

I have decided to move on from this blog as i feel it's time to stop throwing tantrums (teen tantrums, get it?). This blog will still be up until further notice though, but i have decided to start a blog on Wordpress instead.

Here is the link to my new blog, Musings Of A Girl. Hope you guys like it, i have so far posted only post there so please follow me there!

Thank you. :)

Thursday, 24 July 2014

Thoughts this Ramadan. #iSupportPalestine

A fews days back while i sat with my family and neighbors at the table waiting for the Azaan to break our fast, my mum and this woman started talking about how much 'Sabar' patience we show, for example how we go with out food and water from dawn to dusk (About 15-16 hours here) and specially during the last few minutes where we have everything in front of usready to eat but we patiently wait for Azaan. 
This little conversation made me truly believe in the strength of a human, how powerful and strong Allah has made us. Which brings me to the people of Palestine and how they are currently suffering at the hands of the Zionist and showing comendable strength and patience. They show patience because they know and believe that if Allah is with them they can get through this. 
For the past 60 years or more Israel has been bombarding and attacking Palestine in an attempt to take over their country but have failed.
Throughout this battle for freedom for the Palestinians, i will not become anti semitic as being a muslim in this world at the moment where the entire muslim nation is called terrorists because of some people that way i sincerely want to believe that not all Jews support whats happening in Gaza. 
Currently all i can do is pray for my brothers and sisters in Palestine as it is the most powerful weapon and i encourage that everyone does so, as its the month of Ramadan and its that blessed month when prayers are answered the most. 
I, Syed Mahnoor Shah from karachi Pakistan support Gaza. 

(excuse any mistakes, typos and errors as typed from handheld.)

Friday, 11 July 2014

Summers 2014/Ramadan 1435.

Ramadan Mubarak to all! Hope this month brings you lots of blessing and happiness. Don't forget to pray for our Pak Army who is fighting to keep us safe, and for all the people everywhere around the world in a war conflicted country.
When Summers began i thought i'd be posting more, sleep more, finally get some rain in my city, but sadly that's not so. Instead i am working as an intern and getting less sleep then i hoped for and no rain. Oh well. These days i seem obsessed with sleep, been sleep deprived and all ever since my college started (Pre-Engineering is HARD). Well one more year into college then it's university time! (Fingers crossed).

Thursday, 9 January 2014

New year: New begginings. *bleck*

So almost a week back we entered a new year, 2014. People were so excited new year new me thing going on.
I wasn't looking forward to 2014, it meant spending a whole year in the wretched college of mine, so wake me up when 2015 arrives that was my mood as you can call it. The past year had been a bit stressful for me, i had developed a sort depression maybe graduating from SJC did not bring that sort of excitement for me as it brought others. And maybe there were other factors which effected this feeling, but when looking into another year in the same dreadful place made me want to scream and pull my hair.
So far college has began again for the year, been two days and i have not gone. No conveyance, and i doubt i will be going tomorrow either.
GOD i have become such a sad soul, anyways hope you all had a wonderful 2013 and will have an amazing 2014. :)

Wednesday, 17 July 2013

And The Mountains Echoed: A Book Review.

I don't 'review' books, i just express what i thought of them by saying: It was nice. Good story. Etc etc. But something about Khaled Hosseini's books makes me want to write down all my thoughts and emotions after reading his books.
I have been a Khaled Hosseini fan since the day i read The Kite Runner a few years back. And i was absolutely hooked. And  after that came the beautifully narrated and sculpted: A Thousand Splendid Suns. These books made me cry, laugh and feel everything the character was feeling. And The Mountains Echoed was not an exception, it fulfilled it's purpose of making one fall in love and experiencing Afghanistan like one only can through a Khaled Hosseini novel.
The book starts with a small verse from Rumi a renowned Persian poet.

Out beyond ideas
Of wrongdoing and rightdoing
There is a field.
I will meet you there.
When one reads this verse it automatically sets the mood one needs to read this book. Beautifully written, heart wrenching, journeying through Afghanistan, USA, Greek islands of Tinos and Paris comes this lovestory of Pari and Abdullah. Mind you by lovestory i do not mean a romance between those two but a story about love. And a lovestory can be about any two people, mother and daughter, sisters, two friends, brother and sister, father and son. And this book revolves around the lovestory of a brother and sister. The book starts with their father telling the siblings about a div who takes away the most beloved child of a poor family and the father going all the way to the div's house on the mountains to get his son back only to find that his son is happy and living a happy life, a life that poor farmer couldn't provide. Thus the farmer leaves  the div's palace with a potion he got as a present for passing the div's test. On drinking that potions the farmer forgets his son and all his grieve. Later as the story developes we learn that the father is taking Pari to Kabul and Abdullah insists on going with them  following them until his father finally allows him to come with them. During their journey we learn about Pari and Abdullah's relation, their love for each other, how Abdullah can do anything  for his sister and how much he adores her gap toothed smile and way that little girl calls him abollah. But alas tradgedy strikes as it always does the two siblings are torn apart from each other because of a deal their step uncle makes with the family who he works for. The adoptive mother takes Pari away to Paris after a few years while Abdullah grieves the lose of  his beloved sister, years later through the narrating of their step uncle and his friend Mr Markos we learn the reasons behind the separation of Pari and Abdullah. Where they ended up, how their lives turned out. And eventually we even learn about Pari's live in France, how her 'mother' turned her into a French woman, never told her about her true identity and how she forgets there was an  Abdullah in her life. And yet feels like there is something missing from her life all these years never knowing what to be exact. After 58 years the uncle who separated them in a way bring them back to each other, but fate has something else in store for those two, Abdullah has lost his memory to old age he doesn't remember anything. His daughter Pari brings his sister Pari to him just like she had hoped one day she would. She shows Pari all the things he kept safe of hers  the old box with an Indian man wearing a red tunic full of colourful feathers to a few letters in Farsi. I won't spoil the entire book for everyone. Read it, totally worth one's time and  money. 
I give this book 3.5 stars out of 5. Good book, but didn't meet the standards A thousand splendid suns has set. 

Wednesday, 10 July 2013

Ramadan Mubarak!

Salam to all the people out there! It's officially Ramadan! The month of fasting and countless blessings! This month has it's own essence, a few days before the moon sighting you already feel the atmosphere change and  turn into something magical of sorts. The whole month is a blessing from Allah as we get to repent for our sins, save ourselves from the fire of hell and basically collect all the blessings we possibly can.
So i hope you all enjoy pakoras and samosas during iftar with lots of Rooh afza! Don't forget to pray for all those muslims currently stuck in war in Syria and other countries.
Hoping all the muslims have a smooth and worry-free Ramadan, Ameen!

Friday, 28 June 2013

Sometimes a dream is just within your reach.

I have this weird far fetched dream, and somehow that dream these days seems a little more realistic. And one day i pray to my Allah to make into a beautiful reality (Insha Allah).
At this point i am sure one would start wondering what is this dream this girl speaks of?
It is my dream of attending this university that makes me at time wish to just fast forward my life only to see if  i will ever reach my destination.
I have never truly felt i belong somewhere, not at my old school, certainly not at my new college, but i have this gut feeling that: Yes! that's the place, that is somewhere i might have a chance.
And that college is really  far away from my home, family and the people who i love.  If i head out to that college one day i will be leaving behind a huge part of myself.
Right now i am getting all emotional and sentimental about it,  i sort of feel homesick even though i haven't even been there ever..
                                                “We are homesick most for the places we have never known.” 
                                                                                  ― Carson McCullers
Here's a picture of the college i dream  about some of you  might recognize it.