6 Arabic Proverbs To Live By

Bidding farewell to this blessed month of Ramadan is never easy. Yet, the time has come to move forward & hopefully practice good deeds for the rest of the year, not just wait for this blissful month to give time to Islam.

Here are some Arabic proverbs that are, in a way pieces of advice, a word of caution we should keep in mind.

🔸اجتنب مصاحبة الكذاب فإن اضطررت إليه فلا تُصَدِّقْهُ.
“Avoid the company of liars, but if you can’t, don’t believe them.”


🔸احذر عدوك مرة وصديقك ألف مرة فإن انقلب الصديق فهو أعلم بالمضرة.
“Be wary around your enemy once, and your friend a thousand times. A double crossing friend knows more about what harms you.”


🔸اختر أهون الشرين.
“Go with the lesser of two evils.”


🔸إذا قصرت يدك عن المكافأة فليصل لسانك بالشكر.
“If you’re unable to reward, then make sure to thank.”


🔸أشد الفاقة عدم العقل.
“Lack of intelligence is the greatest poverty.”


🔸إصلاح الموجود خير من انتظار المفقود.
“It’s better to fix what you have than wait to get what you don’t have.”


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Barren

She’s the desert he left,
For greener pastures.
Losely tied weft threads,
Dismantled their stature.

Winsome eyes once bore,
A dream now distorted.
They saw a family of four,
But her fertility retorted.

Society labelled her ‘barren’,
Restricting her existence.
With falling tears she is laden,
Asking God for repentance.

Her shreiks reverberate,
As She yearns for a baby.
His utmost hatred sedates,
The mind of a useless lady.

Her precious heart,
Is never their concern.
For not playing her part,
She will always be shunned.

-Nameera.


If a woman is childless, does she become unworthy? If she doesn’t have the ability to give life, is it permissible for the society to torment her mentally?

What will you do if your daughter, sister or wife is barren? Would you rather let her drown in guilt for a cause that was never her fault or stand by her side?

If the purpose of a woman was to only give birth & ensure continuous survival of mankind, then they would be no more than a baby-making factory.

Online Condolences.

Flags painted on cheeks,
As widows silently weep.

An updated profile picture,
After the soul is lost forever.

An article posted online,
While little children whine.

Rage brings people on streets,
But bombs drown their screams.

Vivid photographs capturing pain,

Yet innocent lives die in vain.

The painful echoes of their screams,
Appear on our mobile phone screens.

As we type away in the night,
War engulfs another life.

-Nameera.

Apollo 13 : A Failure

Was it the unlucky number 13 or the sudden change of a crew member?

Not really. It was the oxygen tank that exploded.

All they could do was gaze at the moon & wave it goodbye. Can you imagine what it must have felt like to traverse all the way across the universe to mark ones name in history? But one explosion in the space craft put an indelible end to their dream. It was sheer failure.

They should have been forgotten. After all, they never set foot on the moon. That’s what their predecessor, Neil Armstrong was known to the world for. But against all odds, they were remembered. What for?

They were remembered for their journey, for their failure & courage. Having strength in a time when you have leaking oxygen with a broken space ship that turns out to be your only vehicle, you only chance to travel through unending blackness back home.

The astronauts engraved their names in the books of history. Apollo 13 was known, despite its failure.

(Left to right : Lowell, Sigwert, Haise)

There’s a life lesson to learn from this true story. You don’t have to let your failures define you at all. There’s insurmountable courage in accepting them. But once you’re back home, safe & sound among people you love, you’ll know what really counts in life. Maybe the moon was never meant for them, maybe it was the journey that was supposed to mark their victory. You never know what’s rightfully your goal until you achieve it. One goal leads to another, which might happen to be yours. But that doesn’t mean you stop trying, not even when you fail. You’ve to get back home, remember?

These are few of my favorite quotes from the movie, click here to view more.

  • I’ll be walking in a place where there is 400 degrees difference between sunlight and shadow. I can’t imagine ever topping that.
  • I sometimes catch myself looking up at the Moon, remembering the changes of fortune in our long voyage, thinking of the thousands of people who worked to bring the three of us home. I look up at the Moon and wonder, when will we be going back, and who will that be?.
  • We have never lost an American in space, and we’re sure not gonna lose one on my watch. Failure is not an option.
  • You never know what events are to transpire to get you home.

P.S

My inspiration for this post was the movie called ‘Apollo 13’ based on real incidents starring, Tom Hanks, Bill Paxton & Kevin Bacon.

The Liebster Award!

It’s an honour to finally get nominated for this award, many thanks to Fariha of thoughtfulhues for nominating me! Make sure to check out her amazing, thoughtful blog. I’m sure it’ll be worth your time.

The Liebster Award is an award given by bloggers to other bloggers who they think need encouragement and recognition. It was started by The Global Aussie in 2011.

The rules for the 2018 Award are as below :
• Thank the person who nominated you
• Display the award on your post
• Write a small post about what makes you passionate about blogging
• Provide 10 random facts about yourself
• Answer the questions given to you
• Nominate 5-11 other blogs for this award
• Ask them creative and unique questions of your own
• List the rules and inform your nominees of the award.

My passion for blogging:

Without a doubt what all bloggers have in common is a flair for writing. Hence, words are what fuel my passion for blogging. Besides this I also love coming across like-minded people who share my views. WordPress is a bliss for someone like me.

10 Random Facts About Me:

  1. My hometown is near Jaipur, called Tonk in Rajasthan. My great, great, great grandfather was a Pathan from Afghanistan, Amir Khan & he used to help Rajputs fight against British. Later on the British gave him the title of Nawab & the princely state of Tonk where he finally settled.
  2. I like gothic fiction a lot. The first book I read was ‘Dracula’ by Bram Stoker that remains one of my favorites till date.
  3. My hobbies include painting, writing, watching movies & reading.
  4. As much as I like being an extrovert, I’m never petrified at the thought of being alone.
  5. I’m an only child but I’m not a spoilt brat & I don’t spend my parents fortune recklessly as the stereotypes go.
  6. I love exploring old buildings, castles. One such place is my aunt’s place, she lives in one part of the castle which is equally divided amongst the many children of the Nawaab (He had more wives than he needed).
  7. Even though I can socialize well my friends know nothing about my personal life. I’m a very private person.
  8. I struggle with expressing emotions which makes people think I’m cold.
  9. I can be unforgiving & ruin your self-esteem without feeling even an ounce of guilt. But it takes a lot to infuriate me.
  10. I love spending time in a library or a stationary more than anything else.

Fariha’s Questions :

1. What is your fondest memory?

One of the many that I can remember at the moment is making short films with my dad. Even though they were extremely unprofessional 😁but I always had a great time making them! I played a magician once, inspired by Harry Potter😂

2. Team Coffee or Tea & Why?

Team ‘Cold’ Coffee to be more specific because I don’t like tea.

3. What is the most courageous thing that you have ever done?

For me it has been accepting the fact that I don’t have to stop respecting myself just because I’m different.

4. What’s your guilty pleasure?

My guilty pleasure is debating. I’ve made my friends cry over silly debates just to prove my point. I can get aggressive but it’s never personal.

5. What’s the biggest challenge about blogging for you?

So far I’m doing just fine but I guess in the near future I might lack motivation to go on. I can’t remain hooked onto one thing.

6. What three items would you take to a desert island?

Water, survival kit & a magic lamp to get back whenever I want to.

7. Would you rather watch a movie or read the book ?

I’d rather watch a movie. If the genre is something that appeals to me then I will read the book.

8. What is the one battle you struggle with daily?

Getting out of my bed.

9. How do you aspire to be a better you?

I want to stay focused on my goals, believe in God & always respect my parents.

10. What is your favourite family tradition ?

I think it has to be Eid celebration because it brings the whole family together from every corner of India & abroad.

Here are my nominees:

Bharath Upendra

The fault in our brains

doses of ever-i-thing

The Realist

notthetumblrgirl

EST : 2013

Fawad Hassan K

This is it for now, I might nominate more bloggers later.

These are my questions for you :

  1. What’s your biggest pet peeve?
  2. What does your name mean?
  3. What are the top 5 songs on your playlist?
  4. How far can you go to prove yourself right?
  5. What would be the title of the book about your life?
  6. What was the easiest life-lesson you learnt?
  7. What makes you apprehensive?
  8. How would you define yourself?
  9. Who is your favorite author?
  10. What is more important, emotions or logic?

Thanks for reading!

Shapely Shadows

I fiddled with them for quite some time. But something was wrong with the key hole. The keys just don’t seem to get along with it tonight.

I dragged my feet to the bathroom, exhausted after the days work. The leftover pizza from last night was my only dinner. Leftover, the word stayed with me for more than a minute.

I grabbed the remote & flipped through channels on the tv. Gulping down coke devoid of gas made my taste buds loathe the liquid I forced myself to consume. Isn’t that what we do to ourselves as years go by? We are deliberately stuck in a life we never chose.

A movie airing on tv brought back memories. “Watch it” she said, “If you want to”, with glistening eyes that were telling me to watch her favorite movie, not asking.

With nostalgia written all over my face I was reminded of the halcyon days.

The phone buzzed on the table while I stared at it listlessly. I saw her name appear as it buzzed endlessly. Every little thing weighed me down tonight, drops of water in the kitchen sink clashing against the cold hard metallic basin, lights on the mute tv screen but most of all it was the buzzing phone.

She must have stopped calling after myriad of calls like she always did, I told myself as I woke up at half past 12. I switched off the tv & checked my phone. There was only one missed call at 9, when I might have fallen asleep. I felt stupid for believing that she cares.

No one does. I stared at the shapely shadows dancing on the ceiling as I lay on the couch. My whole life flashed in front of me, all chapters at once. Then my mind jumped to the future. I see myself excelling at the job I love. The picture of a perfect family with two kids living in the suburbs warms my heart. But perfect is just a word. What if the future is happening right now?
We collect pieces of souls & give some as we break apart. Our time, soul & heart is never truly ours. All we have is this life.
This life, I said aloud as the ceiling turned red. The shadows seemed to welcome me in their realm. You belong with us, their voices echoed in my head. They hovered around like a black veil where no light can shine through.

You belong with us, my fingers caressed the cold, hard metal I could free myself with. My salvation.

I can hear it buzz now, do it. It’s too late, do it


“Hey, call me when you get this. Look, I know we’ve our differences but let’s talk it out”, she left a message after the beep.

Sunshine poured in through the window lighting up the room like never before. The morning had devoured all shadows with the dawn of a new day. But the shapely shadows will rise again every night, as hope fades into the darkness. As long as there’s light, you’re safe. But it doesn’t last forever.

The mint green couch was painted with a dark red hue. It looked extravagant in the sun light. He lay with a hole in his head which was very small compared to the black hole he had been harbouring inside his soul all this time.

The drops of water in the kitchen had seized, the tv didn’t light up anymore, and she finally left a message for him. Nothing weighed him down anymore.

The story behind a world record.

It’s a dream that many see yet few actually get the chance to achieve it. A common notion exists that only exceptional beings deserve something like this.

Were the 4,500 people without whom this achievement of mine would be impossible really that exceptional?

14 November 2017, a day marked in the history of International Indian school, Jeddah. No one will forget the batch that made it possible.

The scorched sun adamantly sucked our energy as we stood holding placards above our heads. Our hands were stiff with pain but we never gave in.

It was not surprising to hear that a girl or two had fainted due to excessive heat & dehydration.

As we stood on our marked spot there were apprehensions that dug their way in the back of our heads. Before approaching our school the party that organised this event made students of International Indian school, Dammam go through the same. But they tried & failed hence we were their second chance. Students were hopeful yet many held the belief that we were no different than our distant cousins, students from Dammam. It was a paradox in itself.

But the moment arrived that finally declared us the winners. Even though we felt weak & tired because Jeddah’s heat is no joke, there was a wave of shouts & hoots that shook the venue.

Soon excitement turned into something pointlessly ugly. Words cannot suffice to create a picture of what I saw that day but I will try my best.

The cloudless sunny sky witnessed the strangest downpour ever. It fell with a huge thud initially somewhere in the back. In the blink of an eye what followed was a havoc. Flying placards fell on our heads from all directions. Even though it lasted for about 5 minutes yet the feeling that we were in a war zone persisted.

My only self-defence was the placard I covered myself with to avoid getting my head smashed. While my alertness & quick thinking saved my head that day, many of my classmates ended up being hospitalized. One of my friends blacked out right in the middle of the ground.

Some said it was girls who started it all & boys simply decided to return the favour. All the victims of this horrendous turn of events were girls. Others believed that boys should’ve stopped throwing when they saw people getting hurt. Whatever started it didn’t matter as much as injuries suffered by these students.

The dream had come true with a nightmarish outcome.

In the end the scarred faces, bleeding foreheads, unconcious teenagers, flying placards, cursing mouths & angry youngsters marked us as exceptional beings.

A briefing about the world record :

Officials of Abeer Medical Group, a leading healthcare provider in the Middle East, joined 4,500 students of International Indian School Jeddah (IISJ) and their mentors in celebrating the fantabulous achievement of entering the Guinness Book of World Records by forming the world’s largest human mosaic“.

The students formed the largest picture mosaic on the World Diabetes Day on 14 Nov. 2017 as part of Abeer Group’s mass corporate social responsibility campaign against the health hazards of diabetes“.

-Saudi Gazette.

You can read the whole article here.

The 4 year old me says hello to Bharat!

There’s no way any NRI could have had a normal first trip experience to India specially as a child.

The sight of a Rickshaw would make me jump with excitement. I’m pretty sure people around me must have been convinced that I’m crazy.

An auto-Rickshaw ride was far more bumpy than I expected it to be. It was airy too, but we’re not talking about an air-conditioned taxi I was used to.

There have been times when I would point out a man peeing on the road side, “Look, mamma!” and my mother would softly smile & cover my eyes. It was always a wonder to my eyes to see people doing things like that in the public.

There were amazing things I was yet to see. One obligatory trip was made to Agra, to visit the great, most talked about wonder in the world, Taj Mahal. But to the eyes of a 4 year old who had to traverse in the heat just to take a closer look at it, it was nothing but ordinary, “Why do people come here, it’s just a white building?” which made my mother laugh.

Then came the day when we went to my hometown to visit the grandmother. She was a quirky old lady. I’d always argue with her. Her house had the typical Indian architecture. There was an entrance through a huge door and then another small door finally led us inside. On entering one could see that the house was spacious yet there were not enough rooms. The kitchen & the bathroom were in the most insignificant corner of the house. One had to walk a long way from our room to the bathroom. There were Matkas for drinking water.

The first thing that caught my eye was the structure of the house. It had no roof except for the rooms built in the corners. Little did I know that it was typical Indian house structure. “Daadi’s house is broken” was my remark when I found the roof was missing.

The next morning I woke up red & swollen. There were mosquito bites all over me. That’s how they welcomed foreign blood in their abode.

The fact that animals were free to walk on streets bewildered me. One incident that I can never forget is the goat pooping on the street in Lucknow while I stared at what was coming out of it, simply moved at the miraculous sight. Without a moment’s thought I began yelling, ” Look what’s coming out of it, look!” forcing a bunch of other kids to be as amazed as I was. They simply laughed at me while I forced them to look at it, pointing a finger.

As much as my surroundings enthused me, so did the people I met. One thing I noticed was the long hair all women cherished. Some would have it till their waist while others below their hip.

Slowly, as years went by & I kept paying gradual visits to my family I began to understand their ways & culture. Or as I should say, my ways & culture.

P.S

In case you’re wondering, I first visited India in 2004.

The castle

Its anonymity hovers upon me in the dark night. Something inside me compells me to take a step further. As I lift my foot with only one thought on my mind, fallen bricks arrest my attention. They’ve a story to tell. No one has ever dared to set foot in their domain fearing their hideous appearance, withered at the edges as they turn to dust. My only wish upon the asteroid descending unto earth’s surface is to comprehend their tale that has survived through time.

The castle stands tall, its grey walls barely visible in the dark night. My heart speeds up as its enormity slowly dawns upon me. Turn back now, I hear silence speak to me in an ancient tongue.

The door rests upon hinges that have seen many souls come there way. Whether it’s curiosity or lost roads that brought them here, I’ll never know.

As my mind delves deeper into the pool of curiosity a soft rustling of dead leaves warn me voicelessly. My heart is racing faster than a galloping horse on a race track.

As I touch the door it feels cold ‘gainst my hands lined with trickling drops of sweat. I push the door with all my might. My eyes can barely wait to seek treasures of the past waiting to be discovered within these melancholic chambers. Yet the unending darkness inside tells me otherwise.

I had made up my mind to explore what lies beyond the human realm. But now I wasn’t so sure if I could go on. There wasn’t even a faint flicker of light to help me find a path.

The ancient walls closed in on me, suffocating me. An evil presence made itself evident. I was no longer in my curious pool for things beyond men, I had to turn back now.

You can’t turn back now.

Mine

Art, words & poems
All are mine
Except for you.

-Nameera.