Today is my friend’s 18th birthday.
I did attend her surprise birthday party and gave her a nice gift, wished her on time and put on an obligatory birthday wish status and display picture with her to tell her how much she means to me. But as I was typing a long birthday wish for her, I had a flashback of the moments we have spent together in college and the only thing that came in my mind was a bitter comment made by her about me in front of everyone, including me. The memory of that day and that moment was still alive, hemmed in some corner of my brain, now dancing shamelessly like a harlot in front of my eyes, reminding me of the day my soul was torn apart from my body.
It wasn’t a bad comment on my character, it was on my personality. The reason it pierced my heart so much was because I have heard that comment before, from someone else, someone who claimed to be my best friend. And even though we are still in contact whenever I think about her the first thing that comes in my mind is the same comment. And I’d be lying if I say that it doesn’t hurt me. Because it does. It certainly does. And we all know that physical wounds can be healed but emotional wounds cannot. The pain of that comment will always stay in my heart and even if that (the birthday girl) was incredibly sweet and helpful to me in past, even though she apologized a lot for that comment later on and even though I have forgiven her, the first memory that comes of her in my mind will always be that same comment.
Please, never think for a moment that your words don’t have any effect on others. Bitter words hurt more than the peeling of skin from our body with the help of a knife, more than the pain of a completely broken nail from our skin. And even if you think someone is not as good as you please keep it to yourself and don’t say that on their face. Because there is a 99% chance he already knows that, and secretly he is just trying to change that. Think from your heart before you speak, keep yourself in his place and think how would you feel if you were him and someone said the same to you? You would never forgive him/her. It takes a trillion compliments to build someone’s personality and your one harsh comment can take it all down, or worse, just kill him from inside.
Spread peace, love and kindness!
Hello folks! Hope everyone’s good. Nope, I did not forget about my challenge. Infact, I finished it a long time ago and noted down all the good deeds, just couldn’t find enough time to post all of them, plus I didn’t want to waste my good deeds and be the victim of God’s wrath by showing them off to the world…. Sooo, just thought to post my last 6 good deeds of the 100 good deeds challenge.
And here you goooo:
95. Massaged Grandpa’s feet when he was feeling really sick. (Love you Grandpaa! Please get well soon)
96. Helped mum in her daily chores.(I love food)
97. Helped an 80 year old neighbor to walk in the street (That wide smile on her face. Pure happiness!)
98. Forgave two girls who were my bitterestestestestestest enemies! (NO COMMENTS)
99. Helped a friend in college admissions (A friend in need is a friend indeed)
100. Donated half of my pocket money to buy an Eid dress for an ex-maid’s daughter (Eid means celebrations, and celebrations should be equal for poor and rich. That’s what my religion is about!)
Life is too precious to be worrying about whether or not to be good to anyone. Forgive, forget and move on. Please, never waste a chance to do a good deed because one day or another it will all come back to you. Your kindness, your favors will come back to you and your niceness will bring you great rewards. Trust me, this law of Karma actually works wonders!
Spread love, spread peace and spread happiness. That’s what life’s all about.
All my love,
Rebecca Bloomwood (Becky) is a twenty five year old financial advising writer and a crazy, out of control shopaholic who owns all the things that she cannot afford, and is employed to a job that she is not interested in. She’s in deep debts and makes lame excuses to her bank account manager for not paying her bills. She makes every effort to hide those bills from herself because she does not want to feel depressed because of them. On the suggestion of her dad she decides to C.B (cut back) or M.M.M (make more money) but totally and miserably… fails.
Panicked by her bank manager’s constant calls and urges for a ‘meeting’, she visits her parents and gets to know that the careless financial advice that she gave to her caring and kind neighbors became the cause of them losing a lot of money. She then decides to stands up for them and ends up getting the job and the man…that she loves!
Oh my god. What a fun it was to read this novel. All those efforts she made not to buy stuff and all those times she ended up buying them. I knew it from the start that THIS GUY is going to be the love of her life, it was like the author had made it sure in the start.
A fun read, for girls. Because only us girls know the happiness and satisfaction of buying those ‘Lovely Louis Vuitton shoes’ or that ‘Classy Gucci watch’ or that ‘Black, studded Prada’s bag that’s really in fashion!’
Three words for this book, thrilling, light and relatable!
All my regards,
Honour-By Elif Shafak.
“Honour is a powerful, gripping exploration of guilt and innocence, loyalty and betrayal, and the trials of the immigrant, as well as the love and heartbreak that too often tear families apart”
This novel is about two twins, one of them (Jamila) who remained unmarried till her death and the other one (Pembe) who got married and travelled to England after marriage. Adem, pembe’s husband abandoned his family for a strip club dancer and Pembe was left alone in a foreign country with three other mouths to feed. She devoted herself to her children and treasured each and every one with all her soul until one day her son, Iskender decided to hurt the one who loves him most in this world…
This novel accurately describes the dark situation in Pakistan. Women try not to be a cause of shame and men do not even need to try because they are the honour of family even if they are useless, all because it is already decided. A harsh, hurtful and bitter reality of so many families around. Each and every word of this powerful story and all the events defined are still the story of so many unfortunate Pakistani households. Honour killing is so common it is almost a tradition now. An innocent girl does something that is not in the code of conduct of the family? Simple, kill her! This story clearly describes that we, women are bound to be ‘chosen’. It doesn’t matter what women wish, what their choice is, what matters is the HONOUR. Elders would want their children and their relatives to live their life according to the unwritten set of codes. But wouldn’t life be much easier if we stop relating every split second of our lives with our so called ‘Honour?’
I personally LOVED every bit of this novel. The superstitions and perfectly described characters, everything was lovely.
Except that the events were not in order and that caused me a lot of misperception at first.
A brilliant read.