2017, Photography

Them yum moments

Brownies set in order. Photo for the weekly photo challenge: order.

 

You won’t believe just how many times I have tried posting for these weekly challenges but it would take me an entire week of procrastinating which, of course, left them useless. This one however, sounded too tempting to resist. Objects in order, actions in order, click click click thud – patternized repetition – check, sit, check, sit, check… and other things I have been thinking about lately to write.

So hello, chocolate no-chaos! Even though its arrangement speaks of neatness, something about chocolate says more craving. I got these made from Fresh Oven Bites* and honestly, they were the best I’ve had. Very inspired to bake with the same perfection one day inshaAllah!

(*wish they sent us bonus boxes for free publicityy…?..sigh p;)

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2016, Pakistan, Photography, Poems and poetry

I·dyl·lic

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Amidst sky hues,
Setting suns, misty blues,
Silences lapsing into eternities, infinities;
Our poetry calls us to listen.


Took this on my return route from Nathiagali, Pakistan. Got inspired by the daily post’s challenge to share it because this trip meant all sorts of magic to me.

(This week’s horizon makes me want to show it again. I feel a connection with this one.)

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2014

Captive’s Choice

You’ve been kidnapped and given a choice: would you rather be stranded on an island, dropped into an unknown forest, or locked in a strange building?

Firstly, kidnappers never ask. They just do. But if they’ll be kind enough to keep me somewhere by my choice, I’ll stay in that strange building.

Islands are great places for sure, but keeping in mind that I’ll be their captive and not someone spending her vacations by the beach, it just doesn’t seem a neat nice idea.

Forests: Well, there’s a good chance of survival there. Some weird-kinda-plants that I could eat when hungry and coconut water to drink as they mention in stories, but what about those wild animals? Chopped in chunks and swallowed by some khofnak qisam ke animals is the last kind of death I’ll imagine for myself. *shudders*
NO. Just no.

What choice remains then, except that strange building? Though I wonder what kind of ‘strange’ you mean by just strange, but anyway it will be easier living there I guess (and as another blogger suggests, escaping from there). They’re man-made things, picking locks or breaking doors could be another adventure, plus there will be some signs of life near or Rapunzel’s paintbrush if nothing else.

I wish you’d asked about a desert because that’s the only best journey I had already fantasized about, earlier. (Even if it isn’t a proper place to hold anyone captive, but please?)


You may like reading these other entries and know what they chose and why:
Island>
http://dandelionsinwind.wordpress.com/2014/01/19/kidnapped/
http://zainabjavid.wordpress.com/2014/01/19/captives-choice/
Forest>
http://activearmywife.wordpress.com/2014/01/19/captive/
http://aleniaban.wordpress.com/2014/01/19/lets-go-katniss-style/
Building>
http://deanzworldz.wordpress.com/2014/01/19/captives-choice-strange-building/
http://edwardhotspur.wordpress.com/2014/01/19/choose-your-captivity/

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2014, By the roaring waves!, Paintings and Scribblings

TRUTH

that you say
TRUTH
that I hear
TRUTH
that is still concealed
scrambled, scrabbler
TRUTH
that is still there
TRUTH
that I never found
except that I know
TRUTH
mixed in lies
TRUTH
hinted, never showed
TRUTH
between you and me
TRUTH
veiled like you are
TRUTH
deep in ocean tides
TRUTH
the star that guides
TRUTH
what a pearl-shell hides
TRUTH
that the bird takes on wings
that the fish swims for
circular, circle swirls
TRUTH
like a traveler, wanderer
lost in a labyrinth
the only glow
TRUTH
that shines in dark
TRUTH
that saves Noah’s Ark
TRUTH
heals terror stark
TRUTH
the written word
TRUTH
the art absurd
image blurred
decision deferred
TRUTH
that you are
TRUTH
near and far
TRUTH
puzzle bizarre
TRUTH
the answer-key
TRUTH
that sets you free
TRUTH
the blazing hints
TRUTH
the silver glints
TRUTH
the reason behind
existence, disappearance,
infinity.

Daily prompt: TRUTH

truth_mariai_ra

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2013, By the roaring waves!, My Writings, Poems and poetry

dəˈzī(ə)r/

DESIRE
like flames burning
Petals withering
Stormy silence
Wind gusting

Desire; like insatiable thirst, a traveler lost in a desert, clueless clues. Desire; like incomplete puzzle pieces, locked doors, rusting hinges, rotten fruits. Rotten fruits?
Desire; like uncomfortable ambiance, waves struggling to reach shore. Desire; like heated situations, discordant harmony, unsettling wonders. Desire!
Like haunting memories, hanging questions, unachievable glances. Desire like tears on verge, riddles unanswered, complications unheard.

.
Are you real?
Because if you are
I will make you mine!

If you are not
Well then,
I will paint you mine!
.

The Kaleem of Tur Sina witnessed but one Effulgence For the discerning eye you are an embodiment of Effulgence

The Kaleem of Tur Sina witnessed but one Effulgence
For the discerning eye you are an embodiment of Effulgence

Desire: La shae’e mislak. Desire: Lam ya’ati Nazeeruk.

Desire: like a toy out of reach.
What is it for you?

– Maria I.
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2013, By the roaring waves!, Paintings and Scribblings, Poems and poetry

RAINBOW

myrainbowYOU will be there, and WE together
Some place in paradise; a lovely weather
PRESENT to be present, and present rejoiced
FUTURE to be discovered not now, later.
 
Life be lived with hopes and DREAMS
No pain stays FOREVER, however it seems
 
RAINBOW follows dark clouds, at both extremes!

marsiInspired by The Daily Prompt: SEVEN WONDERS.

Khalil Gibran once said that people will never understand one another unless language is reduced to seven words. What would your seven words be?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SEVEN.

About my rainbow:

The poem consists of seven lines. Each line consists of seven words. The seven words highlighted in the text are the seven words that I chose, and it’s a rainbow because a rainbow denotes ‘seven’.
YOU. WE. PRESENT. FUTURE. DREAMS. FOREVER. RAINBOW

Note that there is no I .

Seven related posts:

  1. I see on this Earth: | The Visionary Hollow
  2. 7 | Hope* the happy hugger
  3. Super Seven | thinkerscap
  4. You got me | dawnyhosking
  5. Touched by Seven. | Blue Loft
  6. SEVEN WORDS, SEVEN MYSTERIES | SERENDIPITY
  7. The Only Seven Words Left In The World | sayanything
Show: Seven colors- Roy G BiV.
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2013, By the roaring waves!, Photography

Not Saturated?

saturated

Or Pains I Offer
And Love You Bestow.

Notes: Entry for the weekly photo challenge: Saturated. “It can be black and white, a single color, a few hues, or a complete rainbow riot; just make sure it’s rich and powerful.”
Not rich, neither powerful. Just saturated.

Image copyright: Maria Imran *Randomly Abstract*

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2013, By the roaring waves!, My Writings

Rose’ adventures in Thunderland.

THEY WERE ALL LOOKING FOR HER. Yet there she was, silent, somber and hidden. Unaware of the anxiety her absence was bringing to her guardians, she sat quietly on the swing and moved with its movements.

‘What on Earth am I going to do? Where shall I look for her?’ asked Jasmine worriedly.

‘Don’t worry Jass, we will soon find her.’ Cabby answered. But he was just as worried as Jass, and feared what could happen to them both, or Jass alone, if they failed to find her.

The swing moved merrily. Round and round it went, and Rose who sat there silently, was soon lost admiring the vivid, brilliant colors of her surroundings. She had lost grip of Jasmine’s hands, but that was not her fault really. It was hers, who was too busy chatting and laughing about with Cabby.

‘Oh what nose does this elephant has! And look at those stripes on the tiger’s body! I love this orange tiger so much!’ exclaimed the little girl.

She struggled to climb at the top of it while the swing moved, but thud! She fell again and again while trying to get over that slippery tiger.

‘I don’t like you tiger!’ she said, and ran towards the yellow bear.

‘Oh Winnie! You look so adorable in real! Have you got any honey today?’ asked Rose as she suddenly remembered that she felt hungry.

Pooh didn’t answer but Rose kept standing, waiting. Tears welled up in her eyes as she discovered that none of them would speak to her. Maybe they were all angry at her, but why? She could not understand.

‘Mr. Giraffe! Will you speak to me?’ she went to the yellow animal with black spots all over. ‘Oh look, how long your neck is! May I touch it?’ she questioned, but failed to receive an answer. Soon she felt lumps in her throat and looked at her whereabouts. She was all alone in the zoo they had brought her to, and no animal would speak to her.

Jasmine on the other hand, paced apprehensively. She didn’t know where to look for her or Cabby, who had told her he’d return soon, and that too with Rose. It had been about twenty minutes since he left, and Jasmine’s heart filled up with fears. The gatekeeper had already come by twice and warned that the gates closed by at seven-thirty sharp. What was she to do, if Cabby failed to find Rose? What if he came to her alone, and Rose? What will happen to that little girl? She shuddered as she imagined what the future might hold for them.

‘Pooh! Tiger! Mr. Giraffe! Won’t anyone of you talk to me? Why, does nobody like me? She questioned again, as tears rolled down her cheeks and the figures blurred in her eyes. ‘Horsey? Elephant? Dear Bunny? Will you not talk to me either?’ To her despair, none of the animals replied. They were too unkind, and too hostile.

Suddenly the merry-go-round began to slow and eventually it paused. She looked at it with horror. What had just happened? Were any of those animals sick? Or were all of them going to die? Her eyes stared in disbelief and her heart swelled with emotions.

Cabby returned to Jasmine and told her that Rose was nowhere. And while he was telling that, the incharge came yet again to suggest maybe the girl went outside for popcorn or something and that they should call the police.

Cabby agreed to that and asked Jasmine to relax.

‘We will find her very soon, Jass. Let me call the police.’ He also ordered the man to bring her some her cold water.

‘What is there to relax for, Cabby?’, sobbed Jasmine. ‘I have lost her. My sister’s daughter, her only glimpse. What will I tell others? How will I answer them? And how will I live myself?’ –

They suddenly heard a scream. A child’s scream.

‘ROSE!!!’ she shouted and started running to whatever direction she presumed the sound to have come from. ‘ROSE! Please Rose. WHERE ARE YOU?’ Cabby followed her, running north-east. They ran and ran, and kept running. From there to here and here to there, but couldn’t find her. Soon they reached the smaller gate which opened to a garden. A garden with swings..

‘She must be there’, Jasmine cried and bent to get in.

They quickly divided their paths and began searching her. Night had fallen completely so theyrelied on their torches to show them way.

‘ROSE! Are you here dear Rose? Can you hear me? Please answer!’ cried Jasmine as she repeated her name again and again.

But Rose was nowhere.

‘Jasmine! Head to the left.’ Cabby shouted.

‘What? Did you find her?’ she asked hopefully. And she sighed and smiled; relaxing like a traveler stranded in desert when an oasis is seen.

‘No. I did not. But look here!’ he pointed to the merry-go-round which was silently stuck and frozen at its place.

Jasmine looked unbelievingly at the floor – and to Cabby and the floor again. Then she bent down and picked up a few scattered beads with teary eyes. A few blue beads from a bracelet Rose wore fondly. Rose’ bracelet. Lost Rose’ bracelet.

Where was she now?

……………………………….x…………………………………

A fictional story based on the photo would be great (Who is this little girl? Where is she? What is she waiting for? Where is her family?), but we also look forward to non-fiction posts inspired by the photo. How does the image make you feel? Does the girl remind you of anyone in your life, or of yourself? Are you as scared of the unidentifiable green creature as we are, and is that a nose or a beak?
 
The story was writen for a WP challenge, and it needs revisions. Criticism is welcome.
© Maria Imran * Randomly Abstract*
 

Other entries:
Short stories / Merry-go-round

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2013, Awards, By the roaring waves!, My Writings

I’d like to thank Y’all!

My beautiful ladies and gentlemen! I welcome on stage, our very famous (?) WordPress blogger who started her career almost three years back and is now a proud owner of… erm, just 230 posts! Anyways, on your huge applause we have here with us: Miss Randomly Abstract!!!

*Deafening applause* (A lady dressed in a royal blue sarri comes forward to the stage and turns to wave the crowd before she climbs the first step.)*gestures thankyou by waving her hands* and takes a step forward, still looking back and thump! (the crowd gasps unitedly and looks in horror at the fallen creature)
The host first looks horrified, than he crouches as he tries to keep his laughter when the angry lady shouts at him.

“You bead-eyed! Can’t you see your guest has fallen? Is it not in your list of manners to come ahead and help her up???”

‘Oh sorry ma’am. I’m very sorry’, says the embarrassed host as he hurries towards the step and holds her hand to help her stand.

“Now here. Next time remember to be dutiful. If there is another next time, God forbid.”, hushes the lady in his ear.

‘Sorry for the interruption ladies and gentlemen! Here we have our beautiful blogger, Miss R.A with us. Let us make most of this honorable occasion and ask her about herself’, says the host in an effort to bring things back to good.

“Hi everybody!”, exclaims Miss R.A as she forces the host away and takes his place on the dice. (the host looks disgustingly)

“I am Miss R.A. And this is a very blissful occasion as you see. I have been honored with a numberrr of awards by my beautifullll readers!” *she hides her purse behind the dice and opens the zip secretly* “And so, I’d like to thank each one of you for your support and appreciation. To finally commence my speech, I’d like to…” *her hands in her purse as she tries to find something, her forehead wrinkled with confusion* “quote my favorite….

(Oh wait, where’s my speech? *lady looks terrified as she fails to find her paper which she had kept in her purse*

The host comes forward, forgetting the previous disrespectful situation and asks politely if she as lost something.)

“Yes. I have lost my mind, say that. Where is my written speech?”, she asked.

‘No problem missus. Don’t fuss please. Say whatever you remember or what ever you’d like to, please’, pleaded the irritated host.

“Yeah if it was you, I would have seen how not to fuss when your paper’s missing. It had taken me the whole long night, then another more hours to get it proofread and now that its missing, you tell me NOT TO FUSS? NO PROBLEM it is? How ridiculous!”

‘Well ma’am. You are getting off your limits. Kindly pardon the crowd and end up with your turn already’, the host half-shouts.

“So well my dearies,” continues Miss R.A as she completely ignores the host, “I am still not too old to forget what my favorite quote was. My lovely friend Paulo Coelho once said:

When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream.

And you see, that has stood true for me! Here while I stand addressing you all at this position on such an occasion, I think it holds true for me. It must, for you too.

Now coming back to my bunch of awards, you see I have got a whole lot of them. This is the third time I have been called, and I shall be pleased to announce what I have in my trophy closet for now!

Firstly, thank you Bee for these special awards! I am so glad you thought of me! 🙂

Second, I must thank Ajaytao for gifting me with so many of them: that day and this day! And as you generously ask me to choose on my own, I will choose those that are new and my favorite. Thanks! 🙂

Now, thanks to my very dear friends at Two Rights Attempting To Make A Left for these awesome tokens of love:

And now, well here is this Shine on Award from Special One and lets please invite him here to praise me.

He: You are a genius! You write beautiful prose and poetry! You deserve this Shine On Award from me, please accept and oblige!

Me: Why Special One! Thankyou!! 🙂

He: “every blogger thinks that they think so much and too much and so deep and too deep and no one can match their brain pattern and so on and on. actually you people are just social rejects who dont have humans to listen to your rants.”

Me: WHAT?? What the hell are you talking about? I, a social reject?

He: “Writing is not a skill. It’s not, ask a 5-year-old to write some thing about his/her favorite thing and they will have some words on the paper too and some one would find a deep meaning and hidden metaphors within them. writing is just a way to kill time and to boost your -..”

(Lady looks baffled. She doesn’t know how to respond and cuts in.)

Me: Thankyou special One! I really appreciate you thought of me, but well I think your time’s up. You may leave.”

He: Every one responds with thankyou for reading it and I respect your opinions and blah but inside they are probably either planning the murder or devastated and let down. Relax love.

Me: THANKYOU SPECIAL ONE. Please leave!

He laughs and says, oh and you have a very awkward blog name! Then he goes away. (Lady sighs with relief while the crowd hoots for that brave man. Lady looks sternly at the host who is laughing hard so that he immediately stops and pretends to be serious.)

“Well my followers! That was just a funny admirer, he has his own ways of telling how much he appreciates it.”, adds the lady calmly.

“Here we have some more awards. Which one is this? Oh my beloved friend White Pearl has given me the Awesome Blog Content award. Why White Pearl, thankyou sooo much! :D”

From Tanumoy

Host: Ma’am are you done yet?

Lady: I’ve won many awards and I want more. If you want to call it hunger then I’m hungry for awards.

Host: Didn’t Shahrukh Khan said that?

Lady: What’s with you??

“Now here is our another lovely friend The Only Martian who has honored me from the Shine On award! Thankyou dearest! :)”

From Lalaruk and Moniba

“Thankyou my friends for thinking of me! You see, I am not following any rules except expressing my gratitude which is because I am very very happy! 😀

Now I’d like to end my post- erm speech here. Yes host, keep on mimicking me. What do you think? Am I blind? Anywaaaaaays, thankyou all!

And yess, to let you all know how thankful I am, I must allow each one of you to choose these awards, so those of you who follow even any single of the following terms, qualify:

  • Those that rate my poems Can You Draw Hatred and/or The Shadow Show.
  • Those that like my facebook page here: Randomly Abstract, which you must do gleefully! 😉
  • Those that are already linked here.
  • Those that comment below! =D
  • And even those that just like! (yes yes, grab your favorite ones!)

Now thankyou and rejoice! Your favorite awards are yours! 😀

(Lady waves to the cheering crowd and takes a step forward when she realizes she is forgetting her purse, turns back, picks her purse and paper and waves again, not forgetting to shoot a stern look at the impeccable host who is grinning joyfully.)

*The End*

This speech has been written in response to the Daily Prompt: I’d Like to Thank My Cats: You are receiving an award –- either one that already exists, or a new one created just for you. What would the award be, why are you being honored, and what would you say in your acceptance speech? / Last but not the Least.

Related awesome entries:

http://amelielockhart.wordpress.com/2013/08/27/realisation-dream-daily-prompt-id-like-to-thank-my-cats/

http://readingwithafeather.wordpress.com/2013/08/27/daily-prompt-writing-will-help-me-win/

http://booksmusicandmovies.wordpress.com/2013/08/27/headless-horsemans-victory/

http://okaywhatif.com/2013/08/27/what-if-i-received-an-award/

http://unknowinglee.wordpress.com/2013/08/27/speechless/

LATEST: Miss R.A wants to thank these 200 followers on her blog! Thankyou. You all deserve ice creams!

+200 FOLLOWERS

+200 FOLLOWERS

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2013, By the roaring waves!, Photography

So what’s happening?

What have you been putting off doing? Why?

I haven’t been blogging lately, and why? I don’t know! I just don’t feel like doing it. Though I know I will be missing my traffic later, but I am looking forward to seeing a zero on my stats page soon.

So whats up? I have got fever and flu. 😦
What else? I don’t know! Even though I have plenty of free time nowadays, I have sorta lost inspiration interest.. Kia kahun?

There are some awards pending to showcase, that I received since my last award-post on 22nd July ’13. I will be making a post soon about them. 🙂
A blog got published on a Paki website. That too, I will share later.

So well day before yesterday there were guests from Saudi; my mother’s friend’s daughters. It was lovely to be with them! We had so much fun chatting and laughing and eating and well, laughing again!

What else? I made friends with a blogger and writer, after I searched for her on Facebook and it turned out that she is my aunt’s first cousin and knows my parents (who do too), and is mother-in-law to another relative of mine, and aunt-in-law to my sister-in-law’s sister and friend to my mom’s aunt! 😛 Distant connections but surprising!
I had seen her name first on paper two years back when a story of mine got published in the same magazine. I had no idea then that we were somehow related! 🙂

Oh and there was this grand wedding between two second-cousins at a pretty pretty place. And there was a peacock in the hotel outside, it was lovely! Here is a photo of it for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Carefree.

It was carefree. Only I was impatient, "Can you stop for a moment and let me take a photo please?"

It was carefree. Only I was impatient, “Can you stop for a moment and let me take a photo please?”

The Islamic Republic of Pakistan which emerged on the world map as a free and independent country on 14th August 1947, celebrated her special day with enthusiasm.Having spent all these sixty six years, the frail yet strong country looks at her wounds. All of them except those latest stabs are covered. There always is a group of saviors where there is a group of terrorists; of kind youth and old citizens alike, those that try to bandage its harmed skin with patches, each and every time someone tears it apart. Holes and ugly blots are everywhere, but carefully and lovingly sewn patches on its green soil still make it look and act strong.She cannot think ill of her citizens, for whatsoever harm they bring, because she is a mother. Her kids are her own, there are Muslims and there are Christians, Hindus, and many others. They have different mindsets, they profess different occupations, they are all different. Yet they are all her own, very own!

A tear drops as she suffers from another stab, another painful, sharp stab of cruel words and inside-riots. ‘What has Pakistan done for us?’ is the same as a child bad-mouths at her parent what she has done for her. The country’s eyes welled up with tears once again, and once again did someone pray for her health, for her well-being.

There a kid dies, there they starve, there a girl is raped, and there they commit suicide: father and his sons together. She sees them all with a brave heart. But she has no control over her tears. She cries and weeps, silently. She looks at Sindh, Punjab, Khyber and Balochistan: they are all old and weak. They have had enough tortures for a state. She thinks she has failed miserably. She wanted very much to unite these brothers, to make them love each other. She wanted them to understand how they are all equal in her eyes.

Just when she is about to give up hope, another young boy stands up and strives to make a change. A little, poor boy cannot see Pakistan’s photo dropped on the floor and picks up the flag before anyone could march over it. Another girl helps an old lady to cross the road, a group of scouts aid the injured dog, some men wearing shalwar kameez gather and help the wounded guy who had just met a horrible accident.

Between the terrible traffic jam, a gentleman comes out of his air-conditioned car and helps clearing the route. A woman whose hands are already full of bangles still buys gajrays to help the little, innocent girl who is selling them.

Pakistan smiles. She sees that not everything is lost. There still is the greatest thing left: there is hope! The people are still courageous, they are ready to face any and all challenges that stand ahead, they pray, they work, they love Pakistan!

Where there will be cruelty, there will be rescuers. There is Abdul Sattar Edhi, there is Sharmeen Obaid, there is Chhipa, there is Hamdard. There is Memon foundation, Shaukat Memorial, Civil and Abbasi Shaheed. There are hardworking workers, kind doctors, some sincere NGOs, and soldiers known for their valor.

There are writers, and professionals, youngsters and adults, there are kids and old alike, there is YOU and there is ME, who simply want Pakistan to live- and live forever!

They will always love Pakistan. They will keep standing firm like a strong wall, they will be those to save it from further damages, they won’t let it die. They won’t let the green flag drop. They won’t let anybody to destroy it at all! – See more at: http://whitengreen.com/blog.php?id=693-lets-for-once-take-responsibility-and-stop-blaming-pakistan#sthash.FHdRzh4l.dpuf

The Islamic Republic of Pakistan which emerged on the world map as a free and independent country on 14th August 1947, celebrated her special day with enthusiasm.Having spent all these sixty six years, the frail yet strong country looks at her wounds. All of them except those latest stabs are covered. There always is a group of saviors where there is a group of terrorists; of kind youth and old citizens alike, those that try to bandage its harmed skin with patches, each and every time someone tears it apart. Holes and ugly blots are everywhere, but carefully and lovingly sewn patches on its green soil still make it look and act strong.She cannot think ill of her citizens, for whatsoever harm they bring, because she is a mother. Her kids are her own, there are Muslims and there are Christians, Hindus, and many others. They have different mindsets, they profess different occupations, they are all different. Yet they are all her own, very own!

A tear drops as she suffers from another stab, another painful, sharp stab of cruel words and inside-riots. ‘What has Pakistan done for us?’ is the same as a child bad-mouths at her parent what she has done for her. The country’s eyes welled up with tears once again, and once again did someone pray for her health, for her well-being.

There a kid dies, there they starve, there a girl is raped, and there they commit suicide: father and his sons together. She sees them all with a brave heart. But she has no control over her tears. She cries and weeps, silently. She looks at Sindh, Punjab, Khyber and Balochistan: they are all old and weak. They have had enough tortures for a state. She thinks she has failed miserably. She wanted very much to unite these brothers, to make them love each other. She wanted them to understand how they are all equal in her eyes.

Just when she is about to give up hope, another young boy stands up and strives to make a change. A little, poor boy cannot see Pakistan’s photo dropped on the floor and picks up the flag before anyone could march over it. Another girl helps an old lady to cross the road, a group of scouts aid the injured dog, some men wearing shalwar kameez gather and help the wounded guy who had just met a horrible accident.

Between the terrible traffic jam, a gentleman comes out of his air-conditioned car and helps clearing the route. A woman whose hands are already full of bangles still buys gajrays to help the little, innocent girl who is selling them.

Pakistan smiles. She sees that not everything is lost. There still is the greatest thing left: there is hope! The people are still courageous, they are ready to face any and all challenges that stand ahead, they pray, they work, they love Pakistan!

Where there will be cruelty, there will be rescuers. There is Abdul Sattar Edhi, there is Sharmeen Obaid, there is Chhipa, there is Hamdard. There is Memon foundation, Shaukat Memorial, Civil and Abbasi Shaheed. There are hardworking workers, kind doctors, some sincere NGOs, and soldiers known for their valor.

There are writers, and professionals, youngsters and adults, there are kids and old alike, there is YOU and there is ME, who simply want Pakistan to live- and live forever!

They will always love Pakistan. They will keep standing firm like a strong wall, they will be those to save it from further damages, they won’t let it die. They won’t let the green flag drop. They won’t let anybody to destroy it at all! – See more at: http://whitengreen.com/blog.php?id=693-lets-for-once-take-responsibility-and-stop-blaming-pakistan#sthash.FHdRzh4l.dpuf

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2013, By the roaring waves!

A sneak and a peek- 012 and 013!

I wish you all (and myself) a very happy new year! May this year brings out the best for everyone! =)

Two Thousand And Twelve is over – and Zero Thirteen is already here! The past hasn’t hidden completely – I can always take a sneak peek and reminisce whatever shades the previous year had stored for me.

Weird was the year, seems so that it ran away too fast. The last year’s celebrations as it arrived are so vivid. And here we are rejoicing for ANOTHER new year! May this year be different from the rest, because years come and go. Only UNIQUE things remain remembered!

As for resolutions and promises, I am going to try my EVER-BEST to blog regularly. And I will start blogging at tumblr too. Some way or other, I will unveil the hidden that is inside me.

Quotes, photos, thoughts and stories. Random as it could be. And Abstract all the same. =)

And as for my personal life resolutions, I know what that can be.

  • I am going to study as hard as I could to achieve the goal that my teachers expect from me, because I must come up to somebody’s expectations!
  • I wont live in imaginations. Its not stupid to do so, because girls usually fantasize the world- but I’m older now 😉 I will live in the reality.
  • And yes, while I blog I am NOT going to fear what others will think. Because that makes me so conscious and I don’t like it 😀

Once again, I wish you all a great year ahead! Keep coming to my blog and keep commenting 😉 And yes, live the rest of your life in peace and har

Yes please ;)

With love,

Maria.

(Randomly Abstract)

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog which is the MOST exciting gift for the new year! 😉

Here’s an excerpt:

4,329 films were submitted to the 2012 Cannes Film Festival. This blog had 14,000 views in 2012. If each view were a film, this blog would power 3 Film Festivals

Click here to see the complete report.

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