Why I have a Hard Time making Friends?

Hello Peeps!

Friends in this world of hopes
should be tied with ropes,
cause ain’t nobody real enough
so do that or expect sluff.

1) Because rarely people do expose their original self.
The bond of friendship shouldn’t be restrict to only “no sorry’s” or “no thank you’s”, its more than just what you think looks good in movies.

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2) They Gossip!
Oh how many people raise their hands that they hear what a ‘new’ friend said about them to others? It breaks my heart.

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3) Actually, No! I do care and that is why limited but quality friends is the drill. 
I have hundreds and hundreds of acquaintances but very few friends because ain’t nobody got time for Fake people.

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Hope you find friends who are honest and loyal, they’re rare.
This blog was an exaggeratedly composed one, no touchy-feely-stuff.
Thanks for reading.

Poem: When We were Young & Beautiful

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I had a thing for you back then when we were young
It grew and made me restless – clenching the heart
That never let me forget the beauty of your demeanor
But is it even a life to get easily for what you strung?

You defined love
The strife and all the battles were worth the pain
Pangs which crushed my heart but not what it felt
Oh you snapped but couldn’t shoot the love dove.

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My Boyfriend’s Dying

When I opened my eyes as the sun rays and his skin made contact with mine. It was happiness, electricity which sparked for every morning since last 2 years and it was my life. That morning his eyes were so shiny that if love were water, it would ooze out of his eyes. He kissed me under the back of my ear, taking me into an embrace.I laughed, frivolously. He knew it always made me feel this way. Then he gazed into my eyes, deep as if looking into my soul. Unlike the technical reality, it was the first time I felt so naked before him. The shine of his eyes turned into a mist, blurring my way from seeing what I wanted to. He then caressed my lips gently with the tip of thumb, cupping my face in his hands. Came closer to me and thrust his lips into mine. The kiss was hard, emotional and raw. Which softened as he went on to explore me further. It was genuine love in that kiss. We then moved away for some air.

He said, “baby….I’m dying.”

I Giggled.

I replied, “I’m dying as well, love, for you.”

He shook his head and sat up. His body was so rigid and tensed. It pained me. Worried and concerned as I was, I sat with him and tugged his arm for answers.

Warm, thick tears came out of his eyes. He said, “I have been diagnosed with cancer. I do not have much time, baby. I know we’ve spent a lot of time together which was the best thing that could ever happen to me. But… our journey comes to an end here.”

“Oh honey! How could you even think of ending this journey which just started. I love you. Its not bound of anything. Let us stay the way we are, please.”

“But babe, I’ll be no more in few months’ time and I love you more …. but still?”

“Forever. Trust me?” It was more than a question. It was an assertion to how I felt for him.

“Marry me?”  I knew, it was more than a question. It was an assertion to how he felt for me.

I Giggled.

 

 

The Landry News

When I first found the “the Landry news” at a small cabin where an old man sold imported-used-worn-ace books, I knew it was some great piece. Even though I was quite old for the considered piece of literature, I dug into it. It immediately made me fall in love with it.

It was the first book which stirred me so much as to actually make a bold step. I decided there and then, like the main character of book I will also write a newspaper in our school. Considering the fact that a school newspaper is not even a thinkable approach for a small third-world-country school, I toiled to make my dream come true. As interested as I was in sharing my ideas through writings – this was a total A-1 time of my life.

I edited my first draft of newspaper which consisted of all the articles written by our school’s seniors in order to inspire young ones. The first edition was free for the students in order to gain popularity. The next editions started selling out in a forte week’s time. Soon in a couple of weeks, the orders for newspaper prints increased from few 10s to several 100s. I met students who showed enthusiasm from other schools who wanted to read and write for the paper. How incredible the feel was is beyond the explanation.

The point is, never underestimate any book. The power of words is like that of a sword. A small children’s book inspired me so much to start up a revolutionary moment in couple of high schools in our city. The literature has wealth which expands by sharing.

P.S. thanks to all those first-world-countries who donate books because their actions are making life changing wonders in people’s respective lives here. Thumbs up!

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Pakistan: Streets on Fire

Speaking of Pakistani streets, the very first thought that comes in mind is terror. The media has eclipsed the image of this third world country so drastically that the civilians are looked down upon intentionally internationally. But beyond what covers the very little, segregated part of the country filled with such terror, the seamless freedom and comfort of culture is, in fact, a beautiful home to majority.

Born and raised in Pakistan, I have learned to live by the ways which norms offered me. Growing up as a kid, I played in streets for so many hours and never felt even a glint of unease. It was very similar to what kids do around the world. But as I blossomed into a young woman, I could feel the wide arms of culture overlapping my body and skills. There was always another sheet to cover my skin until nothing could be viewed of my body. There was always a hand pointing finger at my brilliantly creative ideas. Gradually doors to streets were closed. Hence I learned to push. Pushing the doors of my home so I could see the streets again. Perhaps this time, I was bigger in stature, curvy and as they say a woman. The difference was dejecting.

I could feel the fire.

They looked at me as I was an alien or maybe a prophet claiming the world. In fact, I was leading a prophesy. The fire that lit the streets of my country wasn’t of terror but of degrading talent and demoralizing the sense of equality. I pushed away all the pointing fingers and expressed the thoughts passionately. It was not easy. It isn’t. But women like me, are pushing further all the boundaries every hour of the day for sake of freedom and equality. It is not just a struggle for women but of all the fathers, husbands, brothers and sons to purge the fire from streets.

Be thankful for what grounds you have and never stop pushing further for improvements in the environment that surrounds you.

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Date a Girl who Reads

Reading is so powerful that it matures a person’s thought process beyond the restricting walls of age or phenotype.

Girls who read may have exceptionally beautiful and full of expectations romance fantasies. But that’s not all what it is about. To soothe you, she will always be a book worm but will know exactly how you need to be handled.

The maturity that books provide to a girl’s mind is breathtaking. She is faced with numerous characters which are birthed in her mind and she feels present in all situations happening with characters. This allows her to have experience, respect and above all understanding for all circumstances. She knows how to handle people with different natures cause she’s felt like so many of them in books and read about them.

Books empower souls. The greater the reader, the deeper the soul. Dating and making a move for relationship should always be with a person who understands, respects and knows how to grow. This mindset which is in contrast to what the norms teach us is totally worth the try.

Please share your opinions which are warmly welcomed. PS what do you think about a long term relationship over internet, would it work out with a book worm romance guru?

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