When you look at an object, you see one side of it, and we don't bother looking onto the other side, some of us don't coz we don't want to, and the others r just used to seeing something only from one side. that's the case with people when they look at decisions, people, and things in life. We were given 2 eyes yet we tend to blind one of them and get to see things with only one. When one loves someone, to him it's the best, and to others who hate that someone, it's ugly and distasteful.
When people love someone they obviously see something in them others don't, maybe our role models are nothing but an excuse we use to say "they make us get out of a dark phase" and maybe we actually see something in them.
when something happens between two people, Don't just ask one person what happened..ask both, there are two sides to each story, two faces to almost everything, you need to look at both, you need to put urself in people's shoes, maybe you'll get their picture and how they see things clearer...not trying to see things how others do will only leave you in a bubble of ignorance as if you live on an island isolated from everybody else, you need to build some bridges to connect you to the rest of the world, the rest of the people.
We live in a world where people are different, and we need to appreciate that and not just tolerate, but to accept it. just like each and everyone of us is desperate for acceptance, others are too...
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Beneath your beautiful mask.
This is my first short story. and I hope you like it :)
Who said a mask of happiness is a bad thing? Who said being happy all the time is truly someone’s fountain of joy? Who said opposites attract? Who said they were never close? Who said they never knew each other? Who said they are not alike?
A second ago, she penetrated through your mask of smiles, dived right through your eyes into your world of mystery and defined mystery as simplicity, you are the queer of divine, and divine is what others can’t see, why are people blind? This world of chaos is unsocial, wrong I am! For when she attempted to know you, you scanned her though she’s the unknown attempter.
Right in the middle of that beautiful second, Angela dares unknown to kiss that girl, she and Keira were sitting amongst the other devils whom she(that girl) could sense waiting for the bloody skins to cause friction so that their entertainment of Gossip starts . Unknown starred at her eyes as she waited for you to take action, her veins can no longer hold the blood they’re carrying, for the virginity of her bloody skin is craving the warmth of yours. The moment you ran towards her, all she could hear is the silence of the devils and the screams of her inner voices not being able to interpret what’s going on. Before you even held her, she grabbed the pillows of your face as you pushed her head towards yours where your smooth blooded skin made impact, that’s where she found out that likes don’t repel, how could they when unwillingness of her nerves triggered her eyes to close! As you parted away, underneath the grey sky at night, she could see the devil’s work, when everyone started whispering; you simply smiled and detached yourself from joining their cult.
At the bittersweet end of this amazing second that initiates the beginning of your journey, and before your arrival to the cursed place of goodbye, Keira’s phone rings that alarms you’ve arrived, a click on the phone triggered the beat of her heart, the electricity of her nerves. she could no longer feel her legs as the cold wind slaps her face. Keira who knows you most looks at her with wide open eyes saying “your soul is bleeding already?!” the numbness of her nerves left her speechless as she walked like a dead zombie towards the gates of the garden that had the honor to welcome your arrival. she put on her best mask of smile as she’s used to it just like you, as they saw your face, she wonders, “where the hell did his mask fade away?” no sorrow ever broke it, but today she saw what shattered it. She’s not surprised for she knows what’s beneath your mask and shares the same weaknesses as you.
Keira sat down her legs can’t support her anymore, as you try to pick up the pieces of your shattered mask, you sit on her lap as she hugs you and starts crying, you picked up your pieces well as you smiled and hugged her. Angela, whose heart was broken previously because of your immaturity cried more than Keira, I’ve never seen someone bleed their soul out as she did, what’s your secret? What’s your charm? You hugged her last as she whispered in your ears “I’m gonna miss you”, a hick up from you as you responded with “I will miss you too” and that was it for the beautiful second.
Her part was simple, the other day, as she reaches college; Angela looks at her with such a sad, stunned face and says “your eyes are swollen! You look like a dead person!”...she doesn’t know what happened, she loved you but she didn’t love you, for her heart is with someone else who’s as silent as God. Who knows what it was, who’s “her” and who’s “unknown”?
Who said a mask of happiness is a bad thing? Who said being happy all the time is truly someone’s fountain of joy? Who said opposites attract? Who said they were never close? Who said they never knew each other? Who said they are not alike?
A second ago, she penetrated through your mask of smiles, dived right through your eyes into your world of mystery and defined mystery as simplicity, you are the queer of divine, and divine is what others can’t see, why are people blind? This world of chaos is unsocial, wrong I am! For when she attempted to know you, you scanned her though she’s the unknown attempter.
Right in the middle of that beautiful second, Angela dares unknown to kiss that girl, she and Keira were sitting amongst the other devils whom she(that girl) could sense waiting for the bloody skins to cause friction so that their entertainment of Gossip starts . Unknown starred at her eyes as she waited for you to take action, her veins can no longer hold the blood they’re carrying, for the virginity of her bloody skin is craving the warmth of yours. The moment you ran towards her, all she could hear is the silence of the devils and the screams of her inner voices not being able to interpret what’s going on. Before you even held her, she grabbed the pillows of your face as you pushed her head towards yours where your smooth blooded skin made impact, that’s where she found out that likes don’t repel, how could they when unwillingness of her nerves triggered her eyes to close! As you parted away, underneath the grey sky at night, she could see the devil’s work, when everyone started whispering; you simply smiled and detached yourself from joining their cult.
At the bittersweet end of this amazing second that initiates the beginning of your journey, and before your arrival to the cursed place of goodbye, Keira’s phone rings that alarms you’ve arrived, a click on the phone triggered the beat of her heart, the electricity of her nerves. she could no longer feel her legs as the cold wind slaps her face. Keira who knows you most looks at her with wide open eyes saying “your soul is bleeding already?!” the numbness of her nerves left her speechless as she walked like a dead zombie towards the gates of the garden that had the honor to welcome your arrival. she put on her best mask of smile as she’s used to it just like you, as they saw your face, she wonders, “where the hell did his mask fade away?” no sorrow ever broke it, but today she saw what shattered it. She’s not surprised for she knows what’s beneath your mask and shares the same weaknesses as you.
Keira sat down her legs can’t support her anymore, as you try to pick up the pieces of your shattered mask, you sit on her lap as she hugs you and starts crying, you picked up your pieces well as you smiled and hugged her. Angela, whose heart was broken previously because of your immaturity cried more than Keira, I’ve never seen someone bleed their soul out as she did, what’s your secret? What’s your charm? You hugged her last as she whispered in your ears “I’m gonna miss you”, a hick up from you as you responded with “I will miss you too” and that was it for the beautiful second.
Her part was simple, the other day, as she reaches college; Angela looks at her with such a sad, stunned face and says “your eyes are swollen! You look like a dead person!”...she doesn’t know what happened, she loved you but she didn’t love you, for her heart is with someone else who’s as silent as God. Who knows what it was, who’s “her” and who’s “unknown”?
Friday, March 6, 2009
Beyond the mirror of your brain
In this world, the pools of blood are too deep that we can’t even float in, within every vein there’s a clot of dirt, within every human there’s a pack of hate towards another, to achieve success you have to kill the person ahead, every child is raised surrounded by the sound of death and the image of pain. But even with all this, there's a pump from the heart that infiltrates the clot in our veins, there exists with every package of hate a crack of love, within every competition, a pure intention, within every mistreated child, a dream. A dream of Hope, a dream of equality, a dream of acceptance, a dream of integrity, a dream of unity. So many dreams that can be condensed to one word only...Peace.
I was looking into the dictionary for the definition of peace, and one of the definitions was “End of war”...I don't completely believe in that; there’s more to peace than just the end of war. There’s more to hope than positivity, more to equality and acceptance than to tolerate each other, more to integrity than the truth, more to unity than holding hands. There are far way more meanings to a word than its definition, far way more things to a word than to just apply it, far way more things to see in something than the reflection of it in your brain.
Everyone is asking for peace, you bleed your lungs out you want peace but a voice isn’t enough to let others hear it, put peace into action, teach others what is peace and when an adult or any person brings you down by saying “there will be no peace, it’s too late” show them they’re wrong, be the stubborn teenager that you are or once were and challenge those who try and shut your hopes and voice down.
This generation, the one to get a grip of the future, we are the greatest fear of our governments, we are the hope and the peace they fear, we are the ones they want to brainwash by the media to hypnotize us from seeing what’s truly going on in the world; because they know we are the voice to break their chains of hatred, we are the voice to break their selfishness, we are the voice of unity, we are the voice to change the world. Break the chains that you are tied up to and stop being under control, start being In control...no matter which country you live in, you can make a difference. Look beyond what the mirrors of your eyes reflect onto your brain.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
The Beauty of Diversity
This is a fantastic note written by my friend Hiba..And it's an honor for me to open my blog with her work.
"Look around. No one is the same as you. Everyone has his own nose, own smile, and even own fingertips. You’re unique. That’s the beauty of being different. How tedious would the world be if it were a collection of clones walking along the earth? How insanely lame would it be if you didn’t have anyone to argue with because everyone thinks the same? We resent diversity sometimes, but it's that variety of people that makes this life worth living. It’s the struggle to understand others’ differences, drawbacks, and strong points that make it a little more appealing than expected. Take plastic surgery for instance. Everyone does it and everyone wants to, but how dull is it seeing lookalikes with the same hair and same face. It’s no more thrilling the pursuit of a beautiful lady; they are all beautiful. God created us different because that’s how it was intended to be. To be special is to be your own self and to do what YOU choose to do. Difference improves us as humans and helps improve the universe. If you look for yourself in other people, you will never be able to find yourself. Those questions about who you are and who you want to be should be answered only by you. You are nobody but yourself, and that is a realization everyone should be born with"
"Look around. No one is the same as you. Everyone has his own nose, own smile, and even own fingertips. You’re unique. That’s the beauty of being different. How tedious would the world be if it were a collection of clones walking along the earth? How insanely lame would it be if you didn’t have anyone to argue with because everyone thinks the same? We resent diversity sometimes, but it's that variety of people that makes this life worth living. It’s the struggle to understand others’ differences, drawbacks, and strong points that make it a little more appealing than expected. Take plastic surgery for instance. Everyone does it and everyone wants to, but how dull is it seeing lookalikes with the same hair and same face. It’s no more thrilling the pursuit of a beautiful lady; they are all beautiful. God created us different because that’s how it was intended to be. To be special is to be your own self and to do what YOU choose to do. Difference improves us as humans and helps improve the universe. If you look for yourself in other people, you will never be able to find yourself. Those questions about who you are and who you want to be should be answered only by you. You are nobody but yourself, and that is a realization everyone should be born with"
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