Monthly Archives: August 2013

Apologies do not repair, they recreate.



You damn Asians! Your obsession with morals changed even the most basic laws of reality. We all know that “when the paper is scribbled up, it can’t be perfect again”, said Linkin Park. But, when you are Asian, when the paper is scribbled up, there is a chance to make something even more creative just right there. This idea might have just changed my life forever. Stop trying to hide the scars people. Wear your scars with pride and draw around them. Use your past experiences with no shame. Identifying something as scribbled up is our do. It’s not true unless we believe so. An angel once told me that the cup is not half full and half empty. It’s all full. It’s just filled with 2 things that have uses at different times. Be proud of yourself and wear your deepest secrets on your sleeves. It’ll look better than a fake attempt to be something you are not which includes attempting to look perfect.

Live your life; don’t just survive it.


Within the Ugly Truth Lies Hope


I’ve had an interesting journey through my past in around 12 days in Egypt. I have came to know things about people I cared about and I’ve managed to reach to a lot of memories I have left behind. Some of the things I found out were sad and ugly. I realized that one of the people I cared most about was basically a cheat and maybe even a joke. I have realized that some of the most disturbing assumptions I made about a girl was true. I had predicted that a girl which was a friend of a guy who had a girlfriend was trying to make a move on him. And I was right. As much as it hurts me to realize that the truth can be predictably nasty, I still felt some sort of a sense of achievement and peace. I realized that there is more to dark and light than sequence. It is not a fact that when it gets dark, light must come. Light will come when it is needed most and when it is best for it come. If it hurts, hold your breath. It will get better because Allah is the best planner. Your suffering might not make sense to you, but there is always kindness in every ache. I can always be worse and this is the fact we all know. The ugliness is predictable. We all know that the brutality of this world is endless. Within accepting this ugly truth, lies hope for a better tomorrow and for less pain in the next sunrise.

May we all live, not just survive.