To everyone who is having a hard time in their life.

 

“At this point in my life, all I care about is that I have to go up. There is no time left for me to have a breakdown, or for me to be weak. I have faced this bullshit before, and I need to get my shit together and face this shit with double the power than before. Because God gave me the problems before that had a positive effect on me and he is giving those to me again because I need to focus my energy on something else, something greater. He is just reminding me that my real happiness lies somewhere else.”

So sweetie, get yourself together cause you have absolutely no time to be with or burden your heart with thoughts of people who suck the life out of you. You pay no attention to them and show them what you’re made of by your hard work and determination. That’s who you are sweetheart. You are not someone who hurts someone’s feelings to look super cool, (because apparently that’s the only thing they’re good at.) Nor someone who leaves you hanging only because they think they’ve found someone better than you, only to get their heart broken and coming back to you? Babe, You’re amazing. You’re someone who wants to be happy, and spread happiness, that’s what your personality is. That’s what your life is supposed to be!

You have to achieve the greater things in life, and thinking about small minded people would only get you down, a place where they deserve to be, not you. And if you give them enough importance to ruin your day (or life), that only means that you think highly of them, and that would obviously make them feel important and confident enough to ruin your smile, your happiness.

You were created because you matter. You were created because God had a plan for you. You were created because God wanted to change someone’s life by your existence. If anything, don’t insult God’s plan by thinking how unnecessary and unworthy you are. Because baby that’s not true, God created you because he wanted you to be in this world, either because you have a purpose in your life, or someone else’s life. There is something in you that the world desperately needs! You are one of the reasons this world exists. And love, you deserve the world for the heart of gold you have, and for the efforts you make for people to be comfortable and happy!

 

You’re the sun, Spread your light and make this world a better place to live!

Love,

Fiya!

 

 

 

 

 

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.

20 Lessons I learnt in 2014

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2014 is over (CALLS FOR A PARTY) and well lets get straight to the point, Here’s a list of 20 lessons I learnt in 2014.

1- Looks dont matter:

Nope, they dont. Infact mostly the prettiest and classiest people have the ugliest and dirtiest hearts

2- No one deserves a second chance:

Speaking from experience, if they hurt you intentionally, baby you gotta let ’em go!

3- Not all popular people are nice:

Dont be fooled, 90% of them just pretend to be ‘nice’
(All that glitters is not gold)

4- Make friends of every kind:

The cool bros, the nerdy ones, the party animals and the shy ones.
Trust me on this, you’ll learn alot of lessons from each of them.

5- Walk away from people who bring you down:

Living or being with people who suck the life out of you is hellish, and I swear its not worth it.

6- Being dumb is not cute:

Being smart is.

7- Dont be a bitch:

Be nice to everyone, you dont know what their story is.

8- Your parents are the biggest blessings you have:

Words can not do justice to the love I get from my parents and the respect I have for them.

9- Never say shit about old friends:

Unless ofcourse its the truth, dont spread mean stuff about your old pals, one day you guys WILL patch up and having a clear ‘gossip history’ will make things less awkward for you both.

10- Being shy gets you nowhere:

It will just make you look self obssessed and rude.

11- There is a right time for everything:

Stop rushing into things. Your time will come too.

12- Work for your goals and stop whining:

You can do it. Work hard till you reach the sky.

13- Your point of view can be wrong too:

Open your heart to other beliefs, other opinions and other suggestions and you’ll see a world worth living for.

14- Dont be afraid to ask for help:

Google cant solve all your problems, love. Asking for help or accepting that you need help is better than falling into dipshithole

15- No one is perfect:

Learn to forgive yourself and others. It will make life easier and happier

16- You cant please everyone:

So dont even try. Live your life.

17- Dont take anything/anyone for granted:

Nah, not even the super annoying sickface class mate who is stupid but helps you with your homework. You’ll miss them when they’re gone.

18- Learn to appreciate others:

It will make their day, or their life. You never know.

19- Never ditch a chance to enjoy life:

You’ll regret it after that chance is gone.

20- And the most important of them all, LOVE YOURSELF:

You’re all that will be with you forever, so love yourself alot, pamper yourself and never let that sweet smile of yours turn into a scary frown!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Love,
Fiya.

Together forever ♡

On one of those lovely winter nights, she sat writing her past on her journal. She wrote and wrote and wrote, carving the never ending memories on a thin piece of paper. As lonely as she was, she knew her only solace is this journal. As she wrote about her one and only love, she felt a lump in her throat and felt hot tears on her ninty years old, cold bare skin, streaming down her hazelnut eyes. She felt the tissues of her skin blazing, her veins scorching and blistering,her body roasting. She couldnt bring herself to write about her sweet lost love. Her love life was dark and gloomy as that silent winter night.

As she sat there mourning for her long lost love, she felt a flurry of air caressing her cheeks and stroking her hair. She instantly felt better, and with that breath of wind she knew he was there with her… watching her, protecting her, loving her. She knew she wasn’t alone. She knew she was loved. She wiped her tears and closed the journal, ending her memoir in a sweet serendipity and signing her journal for the 100th time,

“Jennifer ♡ David,  together forever!”

No more nightmares!

Maybe this is the start of my blissful journey towards a renewed life

Maybe this is the ecstasy that I had been longing for.

 

Love,

Fiya.

The ‘newlyweds’- [An Indian subcontinent love story]

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They were meeting after thirty years.  For them, the sun was rising again after a long winter. Thirty years! Their love was strong enough to bear these thirty years in isolation. He came running from above the hill; she was waiting downside the hill. Heels cracked, skin wrinkled, body scarred, but love still as pure as the holy water. On the partition of the subcontinent in 1947, he was left behind in India and taken as one of the prisoners by Indian army, just like many of Indians were taken as  prisoners by Pakistan. The war had separated them, right after their wedding, exactly on their wedding day! 

They were told that their village would be safely merged with Pakistan, but it didn’t. Millionaires were turned into paupers, their factories and houses were burnt down, leaving them completely empty handed and penniless. 

 He was running to the downside of the hill, stopping various times to catch a breath, and to make sure his old knees get some rest. As he reached the place where she was standing, he saw her. Dressed in purple and pink gown, wearing a red stole over her head and brown Peshawari Sandals, though her skin  had been wrinkled and blemished but her eyes told him that she was innocent, her heart was as young as a sixteen year old. Fixing her red stole again and again and looking here and there for him, she finally caught a glimpse of him. Smiling brightly at him, she had a flashback of him as a young boy, flashback of that horrible day when most of her family members had been slaughtered mercilessly in front of everyone in the name of religion.

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How much she missed his smile, his presence, his personality, his lovely voice. They both came closer to each other, laughing and crying at the same time. They couldn’t recognize each other properly. She touched his cheek, his skin felt so rough and patchy, showing her the cruelty he had to face in all these years. She almost thought it’s a wall scraper instead of his skin.

30 years! He thought to himself. 30 years of immense trauma and torment. The pain of knowing your beloveds were killed mercilessly without a cause and the torture of not having someone close to share this sharp, incurable pain with. They had been married, and right after Chanda’s brothers held up her doli, they came. ‘The unknowns’ as everyone called them. Killing their families just for a little piece of land, in the most inhuman way, and taking Jugnu with them as a prisoner. Jugnu remembered the shrieks and cries of his family when he was  being torn away from his own family after a cruel beating.

30 years.

He held her hands and took her in his arms. Chanda made him vow to his life that he won’t go anywhere without her, ever again. They cried the tears of joy and walked together to the village, hands in hands, smiling broadly.

It was the end of their hardship and the start of their life as newlywed couple.

And not to forget,

It was their ‘happily ever after’

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.