Today is my friend’s birthday, but…

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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!

Love,

Fiya.

Struggles of a young blogger

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My basic struggle as a young blogger is the language barrier. English is my third language, the first two being Urdu and Punjabi. I usually have a lot of ideas and expressions in my mind but as cool and amusing they sound in Urdu, when I convert them into English they seem absurd and boring.

My second struggle or fear—whatever you call it, is that I’m afraid to get judged. I mean, I’ve a lot to say on my mind but I dare not transform them into words, fearing that I will be labeled as ‘young ungrateful narcissist B****’

My third struggle is writing to please my audience. I think twice about posting stuff on wordpress because I’m afraid no one would appreciate my work and reject me. But Getting rejected is everyone’s greatest fear, isn’t it?

I’m currently trying to confront my fears and sparing no effort to make sense of my words. I hope that I succeed in it.

I love it how people on Word press tell me that I don’t seem to be so young, I’m like that since forever. My grandpa says I have a 50 year old head on my 17 years old shoulder.
Really Grandpa? Am I as smart as a 50 year old? Well, Nevermind.
But Oh, don’t underestimate me; I’m still as cool as a cucumber 😉

With this post, I continue my journey as a young blogger.

Rawr!
Fiya.

Day 2: 100 good deeds Challenge

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Day 2:
Dear God,
Thank you for keeping me alive and healthy and for making me a happy and carefree person. Thank you for giving me a lovely day and bestowing upon me the five senses of seeing, hearing, tasting, touching and smelling through which I can live life to the fullest on this glorious day.
I therefore feel that it is my duty to be good to your creations like you do well to me and my family.
My six good deeds of today are as follows:

6. Donated a very small part of my pocket money to charity (Sahara foundation!)

7. Spoke truth when I didn’t wanted to (This one was the hardest 😦 )

8. Donated old school books to a poor kid (Education is everyone’s right!)

9. Held a door for an old lady who was holding heavy bags (Got a bright smile and a sweet ‘Thank you, May God bless you!’ as my reward from her!)

10. Helped a friend to prepare chocolate mousse (Yummmm!)

11. While standing in the line after buying some grocery items, I let the person behind me (who was holding only a cola) come in front of me to save her time.

12. Told an aunt that she looks 10 years younger than her age (I wasn’t lying by the way) and made her day!

Kindness never goes wasted.
What if any of your good deed makes God so happy that he decides to bless you with whatever you had been wishing for so long?
Take a chance,do a good deed every day!

Love,

Fiya.

Day 1: 100 good deeds challenge,

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Day1: Big or small, a deed is a deed. What if a small good deed that means nothing to you, means a lot to someone? What if it is enough to save someone’s life?

My five good deeds of today are as follows:

1- Donated two of my dresses to charity (a maid who needed clothes for her little girls, I belong to a poor country, you see)

2- Donated a very small part of my pocket money to a cancer hospital (My dear country fellows, you all know which hospital I am talking about. Don’t you? * smirks *)

3-
Prepared a dessert for my family (Going to post the recipe later, Promise!)

4- Watered some plants (I’ve a beautiful, spacious lawn at the front yard of my home, one of the blessings of Almighty God)

5-
Fulfilled a promise that I made to my younger brother (Brought Cola for him)


Don’t forget to do a good deed every day!
🙂

Love,

Fiya.

100 good deeds. A challenge.

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Hello mates!
This is a sweet little challenge to my own self.I’ve to do atleast three good deeds every day. I know that it is not a good practice to show off your good deeds as it’s forbidden in every religion and is also considered boorish and impolite in society but as I have decided to motivate everyone else, I shall be posting my three (or more) good deeds a day. Please consider it a reminder to do a good deed and not as a way of showing off.

So,What does your religion say about doing good deeds?

“Good deeds annul evil deeds. This is a reminder for the mindful”
-Islam Qur’an 11.114

“And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.”
-Christianity, Galatians 6:9

“Whoever, by a good deed, covers the evil done, such a one illumines this world like the moon freed from clouds”
-Buddhism. Dhammapada 173

“Heaven is not attained without good deeds.”
-Sikhism. Adi Granth, Ramkali-ki-Var, M.1, p. 952

“I call heaven and earth to witness: whether Jew or Gentile, whether man or woman, whether servant or freeman, they are all equal in this: that the Holy Spirit rests upon them in accordance with their deeds!”
-Judaism. Midrash, Seder Eliyyahu Rabbah 10

“No one who does good deeds will ever come to a bad end, either here or in the world to come. When such people die, they go to other realms where the righteous live.”
-Hinduism. Bhagavad Gita 6.40-41

You never know which of your good deed becomes your ticket to heaven.

With compassion, benevolence and for the cause of humanity,

Fiya.

A ‘Color Me!’ Day gone wrong!!!

Photo credits: Rai. Our pool filled with powder colors :)

Photo credits: Rai.
Our pool filled with powder colors 🙂

My sister’s bestfriend, Rai threw a ‘Color me lad!’ party yesterday in which I was also invited. Expecting many trays filled with colors, I went there but got to know that the color supplier had looted her, in 1000 PKR, he only gave her a spoonful of colors. We were expecting this party to be a total flop when my sister’s other friend (Ima) got handfuls of food colors from the supermarket and so our party began with a bam!

JUMP EVERYONE!!

JUMP EVERYONE!!

Rai got overexcited and threw everyone in the pool!

Mah spent all her time telling everyone how cute they look

Dee joined in later, but decided to put on colors to her face herself because everyone else seemed to be busy! (I was not, so I took notes! :P)

Ree filled me with all colors and tried fixing the water gun

Aich stood in the corner and showered water on everyone

Ima’s shirt was torn off and no one knows how!!!

Raya (my sister) kept on wondering if these colors would actually come off our faces or not.

Me and the girls after playing color me lad

Me and the girls after playing color me lad

And well it was all fun and colors and water and photos… until we decided to take a shower for supper…

…And we realized that all the colors were permanent…
The colors won’t come off!!!!!!

Everyone’s face was like a world map with different countries printed on it in different colors

I decided with Aich, that I’m the empress of that pink colored country on her face.

We emptied bottles of baby lotion and body lotion in a desperate attempt to cleanse away the colors from our faces but no use
We emptied the bottle of hand wash (it was my lame idea that the chemicals in hand wash are harsher and that would help to get the stains off our faces)

NO USE!
BEAUTIFUL TIED AND DYED FACES

At the end of the day everyone’s face was puffed up with worry, everyone kept scrubbing out layers and layers of their skin. Some of them even tried bleaching their faces, but no help.
Luckily after so much trouble, my face and hair ended up cleaner than before (Thankyou lady luck! I love you too)

But for others, this party did not end up so well, leaving colors on their faces and tears in their eyes, reminding me of the quote….

“You’re too ‘colorful’ to be depressed”

A letter to me..From me! :)

imagesFive years back, on my 12th birthday, I wrote a letter to myself. I promised myself to read that letter on my birthday every year for the next five years. As on 6th may,2014 five years were completed. I decided to read that letter for the last time, tear it apart and write a letter to my younger twelve year old self. Though this takes a lot of time, to think, to write. But it helped me to understand my self better, to know the difference between my life at age 12 and at 17! To know what I wanted to be, what I could’ve become and what I’ve actually become.

 

So here’s the summary of the old letter written five years back!

(I’m obviously going to cut the embarrassing parts, well there are a lot of them!!)

 (I WILL ALSO UPLOAD A PICTURE OF THAT EMBARASSING LETTER)

“Hello! When I’ll be 17 years old I’ll be beautiful and I’ll have bigger height. I will also have very long hair and I will dye my hair pink and red and green like avril lavigne and change my hair style. (my sister) will probably be married at that time. I will go to Kinnaird college and I will also learn to drive a car, to cook and I’ll also get all-rounder certificate again because that’s my favourite certificate. I will take first position every year and I’ll be the best daughter ever! My life will become so perfffffect. Everyone’s going to be happpyyyyyyyyyyy from me because I’ll be the best and i’ll do coolest things with my friends and i’ll have more freedom so i’ll be the best damn thing that your eyes have ever seen!

 

PS: I WILL become better at maths!!!!!!!!!!”

 

A letter to twelve year old me:

 

Dear little Fiya,

You were twelve at that time, a cocoon who was not yet ready to become a butterfly, too young to know that whatever you wished wasn’t actually going to happen, that dreams like yours are just will-o’-the-wisps. They are fake, they are mere illusions! they are scams and trickeries. They lead you to believe in all kinds of useless, Sisyphean crap. You were too young to believe that people you called your friends were your secret enemies, they couldn’t see you happy. They never rejoiced in your happiness. Too young to consider that when you’ll be at the top your friends will be the one to kick the ladder and make you suffer the greatest fall of your life. But I’m proud of you. I’m proud of the choices you made. Proud of the fact that you never let anyone hurt your ego (except that one year  where you completely lost your mind-2013!) I’m proud of your old school results, of your accomplishments, your lifestyle back then, your habits, your personality, your traits, your aims… I’m proud to say this was me 5 years back!

You know, the people you thought are nice actually turned out to be idiots, the plans you thought actually turned out to be shitty. The world you wanted was nothing but a lie, A lie that your heart wanted to believe in. But on a positive note, Look how far you’ve come. You’re free from school now, you do have longer hair and a better height than before, you know the basics of cooking and driving and I feel stupid to say this but you did get an all-rounder certificate though you did not get first position ever again! LOL. You’ve beaten all the people who wanted to see you down. All your melancholies, all your agitations are left hidden in a cloud full of sullen, glum and sour memories and that hate filled cloud is so far away from you that no matter how much you try you’ll only reach it on doomsday. All your distresses and dismays have become ashes, abandoning your soul and moving to the sky, making you mature and giving you experience to deal with idiots so you could save yourself if someone tries to bring you down next time. There’s no more room for drama in your life. God has squished all the anguish inside even the tiniest bit of your cells and taken it away from you, forever.

How lucky I was to be so lively and to have such self-mastery at that time. I wish I could become you again, little fiya. I really wish.

From future to past,

Love,

 Fiya.