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.

100 Good deeds challenge: Last

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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,
Fiya.



My review on the novel “Confessions of a shopaholic” By Sophie Kinsella

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Summary:

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!

Review:

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,

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.

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”