Some evenings are so breathtakingly stunning you don’t want them to end. Ever. And as everyone else is packing their stuff back in the car while some are already reserving their seats — so ready to return to their homes — you run back to the sea and the sky and the sand asking for one more infinite minute. That is your home.
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;)
“Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous – to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.”
– Thomas MannInspired by the weekly prompt: solitude.
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*
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?”
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
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
I was surprised to find my blog stats increasing so rapidly! 185 views on August 3, whats so special? I didn’t even post anything that day! And oh I just found out what had done the magic! Its this prompt I had submitted to the Daily Post which had been accepted this soon unexpectedly and posted on August 3. A total of ninety-five bloggers have already submitted their letters and I feel like cursing myself for not knowing it before! 😦 (and somehow I have made them all count their envious moments)
Anyways happy it got there, and now I should be posting my letter- though it had to be all anonymous.
Maybe being envious is another way of appreciating someone else. Someone said when you hate someone, you are probably jealous of them. And if you are jealous, you surely secretly admire them.
So heya all featured bloggers! You got your way to the Freshly Pressed! Some of you got featured there twice- or thrice! Which is ridiculously awesome!! So well- no, I am not jealous. I am just...well, confused? I mean why no me? :D You see, getting FP is like a WOW and you all get to have that honorable position! Its the position I dream of- though okay I don't really deserve it but well, I don't see how you get it. (And that's what all green eyed suffer from, right?) Anywaaaaaaaaays, barrels of congratulations! :P
To be honest, I can not think of someone else that I am jealous of. There is this story I am writing about ‘Pride and Jealousy’ which is all I can think of and which I had in mind while submitting the prompt. Its about two cousins, Pride and Jealousy themselves, and their qualities have been characterized there. I pretty much love the story myself but it has got its ending undone. So I shall be publishing it later-
Anyhow, that was all about the monstrous part. Here is a collage of all the green I could capture:
Green Cabinet-
That’s it! Now look for these awesome entries below:
Enviable entries:
http://summereminisce.wordpress.com/2013/08/04/jealousy-monster/
http://solaner.wordpress.com/2013/08/03/daily-prompt-green-eyed-monster/
http://vicariouslypoetic.wordpress.com/2013/08/03/the-daily-prompt-green
http://maycauseirritation.wordpress.com/2013/08/03/dear-everyone/
http://thelintinmypocket.wordpress.com/2013/08/03/daily-prompt-green-eyed-monster/
http://amaltaas.wordpress.com/2013/08/03/daily-prompt-green-eyed-monster
http://mybeautifulbreakdown.wordpress.com/2013/08/03/stop-showing-off-bloggers/
http://365wingsofhope.wordpress.com/2013/08/03/i-envy-you-your-cold-heart/
http://ncieslak.wordpress.com/2013/08/03/my-harmless-and-adorable-green-eyed-monster-daily-prompt/
Diamonds are said to be girls’ best friends. But for me, all kinds of gems and stones hold fascination!
My masterpiece~
I have been taking part in these Weekly Photo Challenges, and I don’t mind posting ordinary snapshots taken by me. Because you see nor do I own all that amazing equipment and nor do I travel! But this challenge, Masterpiece had actually been very challenging. I searched my photos from Othello stage plays to wedding decos and unique boxes to other randoms but couldn’t find any suitable. It had to be a place, or a piece of art, nature, or just an object that speaks to you.
So then, I began to play with this photo and ended up creating this; called ‘your masterpiece’ by the photo editor I used. 😉
Anyway I’m glad I came up with at least something before Friday!
Some extremely awesome entries:
This goes as a tribute to one of the most creative and famous artists, Banksy. A graffiti artist, film director and painter. A wonderfully awesome person!
You are going to love these photos if you love art!
Today I am up with my own philosophy and I really know what a piece of junk it is, but I still want you to give it a read!
Candle life is a way of spending your life. You must have heard that a candle burns itself to give light to others, but nay, that’s not what I am talking about! Read this:
Yesterday when the lights went off (thanks to load-shedding to help me get a post idea ) and unfortunately, the power generator didn’t work too, we had to have a candle-light dinner! 😀
At some point of the story, a candle was about to fall on the table-cloth. I, startled by the sudden scene, took a step backwards with a little scream. But my father took a step forward and saved the candle from falling, and also us from any possible mishap. Well, this gave food to my thought: “There are two stories in everybody’s world. If the candle is about to fall from where it stands, you would take a sudden step backwards by fear of fire. However, if you know at the moment how dangerous would stepping back be, you would immediately leap towards it and stick it to the holder again!”
Not over yet. “If a sudden mishap occurs to your life, or is about to occur in your life, some will be fear-stricken and will take a step back. Or they could even freeze at the moment. But the point is, if you don’t get over it fast, or don’t act responsively and responsibly, it could create a greater mishap. A bigger tragedy. So well, learn to see what happens, breathe it in, live it. Move on. ”
Those who let go of fears and their personal ‘if-and-what-if’s, get to handle the situations better.
Say Green!
And yet green!
And some blogs:
And green!
And of course, this is green too: This flag, This poem, and This dead chick for the Green Challenge!
Adiós verde!
Photo by:Aisha Liaquat
Photo by Aisha Liaquat
Photo by Aisha Liaquat
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