All that is wrong with the world today

Whining is pretty much what we hear every other day be it a child for losing his toy, an adult over a breakup, an elderly on their loneliness or a country on its poverty. It’s alright to vent out but it’s dangerous when that’s all we do. The children eventually get over losing their toys or loved ones and pretty much everything else too, only until they’re 10 (today’s 5). That’s when they become a part of our world, a world where it’s either a win or a tragedy.

We grew up learning how loss is the first step towards success, I distinctly remember my family’s casual attitude on my loses over the years. Were they not worried, one must think, but they made me believe that the experience weighs more than the price. Today I look back and only remember the achievements and gains, but all those disappointments, setbacks and failures made me the person I am today.

The modern era follows a rather different school of thought. True that competition and challenges bring the best out of you but that doesn’t justify using tragedy synonymous to loss and failure. Why did we stop appreciating the fruitful journey? When did we rule out learning?

Being a 21st century born, I belong to more than one generation. The amalgamation has only been overwhelming, rising conflicts and falling ethics are all the rage. It makes us wonder when did we start obsessing over worldly things to an extent where we lost the concept of spirituality and simplicity. We talk about civilisation and peace in a world full of hatred and terrorism, meanwhile, people behave like barbarians. Today, we have lost all our values and aims. Today, the false promises, breaking hearts, lying, cheating, killing, betrayal, everything seems ordinary, we live in a world where falling of stock prices are given preference over the martyred 100+ children. It’s disgusting more than its sad. We would sensationalise anything for money, status, and popularity. Nothing precedes these worldly comforts in the eye of an individual of today.

Only if we realized what we’ve become, we can act to change it. We complain much much more than we appreciate. Ever stopped to smile for a child or to be thankful for having all that you have? If not, today is the day. It’s never too late to start living, all you have to do is look around with a better perspective.

It’s a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful world as Elvis explains it and I agree with the man. This place holds so much for every single one of us, yet we cry and run monotonously after all of the meaningless and worthless of things. Our lives today are grieving and suffering for no reason at all.

Smile by Naiha A. Mir for NMLifeinWords

The key to happiness is embracing our existence. Ever hated a helpful person? Ever found a kind and humble man unattractive? No. We don’t realize how little of a meaning these hold, we underestimate the good there is in life. In reality, the truth is always beyond what naked eyes could see.

Smile Today, for a better tomorrow!

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Time to Leave

I’m standing still in the middle of my messy room, all my stuff is out on the floor, the bed and everywhere else. There are clothes I don’t wear, shoes that don’t fit, socks missing a pair, bags that are worn off, sheets that are ripped from edges and wires, so many wires for what I’ve no clue.

I finally lift my head up after what seemed to be just a minute of numbness, it’s been three hours, is it?

I haven’t packed, my shelf is dusted and clean but, the rest, why do I have so many of things that I don’t use or need? How come I wasn’t aware of all that occupy my life, my space, where do I pack these? Why do I pack these?

I know I’m wasting time I don’t have, any minute I’ll hear them calling for me to leave for good, how does one leave home?

I don’t care if it’s bigger and better, it’s no good if it won’t carry any memories of the life I’ve built, no stains of my past, no dirt from my existence, why move to an empty white from this beautiful colorful mess.

Do I even make sense? I don’t even know where to start from, the stationary that can be replaced or the collectibles that my mother calls trash. Can I end myself in this moment and dig up a grave for my soul in this place right here? Let my body wander off to wherever it’s destined and I stay safe in my cocoon that holds all of me in every ounce of its space.

With that thought , I shut my eyes again, this time, letting it consume all of me, bits and pieces, and then they call and it’s finally time to leave, I hear them and stay, for as long as I’ve got, gathering my memories and locking their faces in mind, tears and pain, numbness and relief.

Then they say again, ‘it’s time for her burial’.

I’d rather be Cinderella

Today, I’m wondering how I grew up to be a feminist, why gender equality was and still is one of the main agendas of my life, I don’t know when I wanted to break the stereotype of a pretty girl and become a successful one, an independent one, a talented one, a smart one, just like most men in my culture. I don’t know when, and why, and how. Because today, I’m sitting where I wished to be ten years ago and contentment is the farthest thing it seems. I’d rather be Cinderella, dreaming of a prince charming for freedom and my rescue.

I wish, like most of those I knew, I’d dream about a prince to come to my rescue, to be married off and be taken care of, provided for, forever. I always was the one on the horse you see, haha, ironic, isn’t it?

My grandparents told me to be myself, live freely, soiled thoughts of individuality and rights in my mind, books taught me better than to judge others and my religion helped me understand the essence of life, it’s not in comparison but unison. At 21, I was a fully formed woman, like many other out there, I believed in myself and looked out for myself, always finding a balance between the desires and the right, always tried being ‘good’ and as much as I loved being my individual self, I allowed myself to follow what was taught to me by my parents, elders, religion, friends, the world. This world. That was my mistake.

I put others before me for more than half my life, from tiny negligible things to major life changing decisions, didn’t complain, didn’t regret, it worked out good for everyone. Till I considered myself among the ‘everyone’.

I miss my old self-today because I can’t find it in me anymore, I can’t put others before me, not when my world was deprived of someone to do the same for me. At every point in life, I achieved more, more than needed, more than asked, more than expected, more than my peers did, until it became a habit, a tradition. I made lemonades all my life and in the end, it didn’t even matter because who asks what you got, they don’t look at what you did but what you have in the end. The road doesn’t matter to anyone, not that it should, but why then, do I put them before me and make my life unnecessarily deprived.

I worked up my way on the metal ladder that life blessed me with, no silver spoons, no diamond glass, only earth and metal and I used every last ounce of it. I climbed to where everyone couldn’t and was proud of myself. Was, because I was made to believe that there isn’t a thing to be proud of.

Everyday is a struggle for me, I wish to know if there’s someone out there experiencing the same, or someone out there who knows and understands if not going through it, I wish to know its not that I’m too whiny to be happy. I’m a career oriented women, I’m one of those who feel that work is as important as family, likely, I’m very particular about my mental and physical health. Most days I’m told how I need to focus only on looks and disregard health, physical or mental, to look beautiful. My skin, my hair, my complexion, my weight, all is a matter of public discussion, its sad and some days they get to me, making me feel uncomfortable in my own skin.

Don’t get Harassed.

Seriously, what special kind of a fool are you?

I hear people suggesting to ‘Move on’ ‘Learn to Ignore’ ‘I’m sorry’ on most of the harassment matters, funny how I’ve never heard the same comment passed for those robbed, mugged, killed, tell me, when was the last time you requested of the victim to be careful not to get robbed or killed. Just what I thought.

The hate we have for those who steal, break, kill, rape, varies on the extent of their crimes, it’s funny how Harassment is only considered ‘unethical’ and not ‘illegal’ save for some places, many of which account it as merely a document and less than an active practice.

I’m done trying to not be harassed. Educate your children better, specially your sons, teach them better, make them better. Please. Because when you don’t they raise up to become offenders of the worst kind, how is it worse you ask? Because unlike criminals they hardly get penalized, hardly learn from their mistakes, hardly given a chance at correction, because unfortunately, most of the offenders don’t even realize their major offense towards those harassed, unfortunately, again, its women.

I’m not okay with men being harassed either, not at the least, but within my social circle and online community, I’ve never come across a case where a man was harassed and then offended, also I’m not a man so I’d leave their fight to them. Today, I’m speaking for women, all women, of race, ethnicity and gender without borders and boundaries. I don’t ask you why? I don’t expect an answer or a reason, I urge you to stop! Stop the behavior and habit of publicly or privately being unkind to women, anywhere, anytime, anyone.

If you’re unsure of what counts as harassment, its saying anything to a stranger you wouldn’t say to your mom or your sister. Even when you want to flirt, it can be done ethically, restricting yourself to a manner that is respectful, kind, and compassionate. Don’t ever make her feel like an object, but that’s what you do, all those pickup lines out there, personifying women as some sort of object to enjoy is offensive too and throwing it to her at the most inappropriate of places at the most inconvenient of times, you must be seriously deranged. But no, you’re an average boy too smart for your own good, you feel its funny sometimes to comment on a girl like that, you think its daring to be able to sing a useless line to her, or whatever else goes on in your pea sized brain, its not. It’s not daring, smart, or funny. Not at the least. So please, stop.

I wouldn’t tell you how to approach someone you like, but I’m sure of one thing, you possibly can’t be in love with a stranger in a day so never ‘confess’ it to her in a day either, and never comment on her body and expect her to respect you in return, even when complimented, she’d never take you seriously if that’s what’s on your mind.

I wish people would stop commenting on girls to be careful and act better and start educating men around them, of all age, of all kind. There is no man too young, just like you put it ‘ there isn’t a girl too careful’. Although the latter seems to boil off my nerves, but I’d let it slide by just as most of you would request me to.

Before I end my post, this isn’t a rant, it’s not just some topic I chose to babble about today, it’s a matter we need to address every single day in a hope that it would reach the right people and save if not all, at least one victim from the humiliation.

I’ve been harassed online, in a game and on social media, on places where the only info displayed was my sex: female, what do I take from that?

I’ve been harassed offline, in hospitals and schools, at malls when with family, what kind of protection do you expect me to have in an educating institute or when with my father?  Don’t suggest me ways to be careful, don’t dare say to another woman that it’s somehow her fault she got harassed, if that’s what you feel, I’m sorry you lack soul and dignity but I’m also glad, because only one who haven’t been harassed can go around saying that, expecting that.

Beard is not Islam.

Dear People of this world,

The heartless souls of the ones responsible for the attacks on civilians worldwide, the extent of hatred and darkness embedded in their evil dark mind is truly inexplicable. Their actions are beyond an ordinary man’s understanding. I don’t even consider them humans, let alone Muslims. It’s unfortunate enough that we home such filthy of animals, don’t make it any worse by calling them Muslims, don’t dare mark them the scholars of Islam. My religion preaches justice, it embraces kindness, Islam is about humanity, about peace, about brotherhood, above all, My religion is about harmony. Whatever school of thought you belong to, regardless of your actions and beliefs, if you’ve ever truly read/heard about Islam, you know it only talks about peace.

It’s devastating to see innocent lives taken away with such brutality, what makes it worse is the relation we derive based on physical appearances.

Beard is NOT Islam. Period.

Our hearts are filled with deep remorse, our consoling words make no difference to the miserable and tragic-filled lives of the parents, siblings, family, friends of the hurt, the deceased, the whole of the world is filled with terror, every human drowned in disgust and agony. The feeling so strong that it pinches every time you blink, so terrifying that all of life suddenly turns meaningless.

You can’t make it better no matter what you do, no amount of money, time or comfort can ease their pain. Nothing can soothe their broken hearts, their shattered dreams, their damaged home. No luxury can replace the sight of their dead!

No matter what you do, you can never feel our pain. We all lost our people that day, We, Muslims have lost an innocent part of us. The least you can do is, avoid your pointless logic of relating Islam with what it’s far against of.

With deep regrets and raging anger,
Muslims.