What Binds Us is Stronger


How can our hearts not cry, to a point where the tears run dry?
For they all witnessed, the worst of all crimes….
Muslim genocide in Burma, in Palestine.
Or take the Peshawar Massacre in Pakistan…
Uniform clad little flowers, trampled before they could blossom.
My ears can still hear them scream
Heart, grieving over our broken dream.
That’s the kind of nation I am a part of!
That’s the kind of nation…….
So often I asked myself, why?
Why only Muslims on the suffering side?
Here, lemme quote whats written in the Qur’an
The answer is in Surah Aal e Imran
وَاعْتَصِمُوا بِحَبْلِ اللَّهِ جَمِيعًا وَلَا تَفَرَّقُوا
“And hold firmly onto the rope of Allah and do not be divided….”
the Irony…..
We forgot our legacy, our enemies remember.
We fell apart, they came close together.
My dear listeners, my brothers and sisters
Can we agree on one thing today?
That divided we’ll fall, so united we’ll always stay…
For there is hurt, here,
That cannot be fixed with painkillers or poetry
And no matter how wide we stretch our hands,
alone, we can’t hold all the pain we want to heal.
And in the end, we’ll harvest whatever we sow.
So united we must stand and united we must bow.
For what binds us is stronger than what divides us.
Show me you agree; show me you’re proud to be one Islamic family.
Hold each other’s hand, raise ‘em in the air
Show me you understand, lemme see that you care.
So you see, together is where we all belong
For what binds us together is stronger than strong.

P.S: My Spoken word poem for SIST2015 that won me 3rd prize 🙂 Alhamdulillah!
editing courtesy:Max Risky
Inspiration: Sarah Kay

Not the Average Girl.


Don’t tell me interesting stories
don’t call me with sweet names
don’t offer me to be your valentine
don’t play your usual games.
’cause I’m not your average girl,
doing “oohs”and”aahs” on your little tricks.
’cause I’m not your usual girl,
I never cry on chick-flicks :p
Teach me how to fight instead,
I wanna learn the hand combat.
Teach me how to throw a punch.
Lemme be a spoiled Army brat.
’cause I’m not your average girl.
Forget all the feminine cliches.
’cause I’m not your usual girl,
who,on the sight of danger,runs away.
Take me to the battlefield with you,
lemme fight beside you,until I bleed.
Lemme show I’m a warrior,not a worrier.
Lemme hold your hand,help you in need.
’cause I’m not your average girl,
screaming on sight of a lizard.
’cause I’m not your usual girl.
I’ll stand tall in every Blizzard.

Diary Entry 133


Dear diary,
I’m back in hostel. Actually it’s been 2 days since I came back. I’m back to my old, boring, non-creative, lonely, indifferent self. It’s like I don’t exist anymore, just like before 🙂 I had forgotten how it felt.
Anyway, another SIST came to an end about 2 weeks ago. This time I tried something new- Spoken Word. I didn’t think I could surprise myself but I did! I stood 3rd(and the SIST people wrote 2nd on my certificate :p )and it was my first ever attempt at something remotely similar to public speaking…… I mean, I thought I couldn’t talk in front of people and here I am! The other two competitions were a familiar territory so I won even with a bad throat. Alhamdulillah!
This year, I couldn’t live with my dormant self so I got my lazy bum up and moving. I volunteered for Youth club and SIST 2015. My duty was in Kids zone, where I made the worst ever cards that I ever made in my whole life but my first experience with kids went great. One cute kid, asked me to come to F-9 park every Sunday because she liked me and wanted to meet me again and remember me. Wow…. I mean WOW!!! I didn’t expect that. I mean, I’m so used to being hated by the people that I was kinda shocked and flattered because she kept insisting.
My last semester has started. That’s actually shocking….. how fast time runs. My “Crime-Leader” ain’t talking to me. I’m trying to be indifferent but its kinda hard. I’m planning on staying all the weekends at my aunt’s place. Hostel life is horrible! I can’t think of any better adjective to use with it. I’m just not into it anymore. I wanna roam about the twin cities, like a free spirit, not like my current always anxious self. I mean I don’t have serious enemies to talk about so what’s my problem? Why do I have to be so alert even inside my own room? Why do I have to keep looking over my shoulder as if something weird or bad is about to happen?(I don’t do it literally but there is always a casual but unusual alertness present.) Mum is still afraid to send me to university after what happened to my roommate but I’m not afraid. May I should be but I’m not!
My EVO is still broken and going to I-10 to get it fixed seems like a trip to Hell and back and I’m too lazy to do it :/
We have a morning semester this time with Fridays off. so long weekends would be most welcomed!
I wrote a poem yesterday, while sitting in class waiting for my teacher to come. I’m planning on going to MH on Friday to get my Internship certificate(Yup, internship is over-thank Goodness!). I spent most of it getting to know Rawalpindi better and remember its map anyway :p
I must go now. Have classes in the morning and I can’t think of anything better to write in here so I better just go :/

Until we meet again!