Short Quote : Realism or Misery? Or just God?

“I don’t know how to state this but I don’t show my feelings to anyone besides my sister. I’m only close to her. I’m too scared to show my actual feelings. People walk away from negativity or just get too tensed about it. I understand that but it’s also tough not showing how I feel because I do feel really upset. I’ve cried a couple of times to myself and I ask myself to just stay still and strong. Some of the decisions I’ve made in my life is just my fault and I’m suffering due to it. But I can’t turn back on it and I don’t have the energy to try it all over again. I don’t have much friends and it’s sad. I’m a weirdly sad person that keeps me to myself. Also, just because I don’t show I’m upset, tired, sad and frustrated – it doesn’t mean I am not. I laugh and I smile but I hide plenty of things and also… Maybe it just means that I have learnt to become an adult or just accepted everything the way it is. There is nobody coming to save me besides Allah”

Life is a strange struggle of survival

A barbaric reality.

I want love. I want love. I want love. I want everlasting passion and magic for the rest of my life with one man. I want a best friend. I don’t care if we even lost that magic but I want one man that will stick it through until the end. I want us to grow old and die together. I want a friend for life. I want a family. I want it so bad. I have been wishing for it since I was in my teens and God has the ability to destroy my vision anytime just because life is unfair.

Life is unfair to a lot of people. Life is unfair to those that are losing their families in wars and poverty. Life is a disgusting repulsive truth for a lot those that suffer with beautiful hearts. Evil people often thrive in this world

So… God can destroy my vision anytime and I don’t like God very much sometimes. But I need to stay grateful to God I guess…. Life is strange….barbaric to say the least.

I truly wish good things happened to good people and bad things happened to bad people. Life must be like karma. Tit for tat. It doesn’t work that way all the time, does it? Don’t you feel angry and upset? Wondering why does it have to be the way it? In your own perspective? But that’s called having Ego. Reality is bitter.

It is always bitter.

Racism : My Pain

Note : Photo taken from the web for this blogpost. 

I love this country. I really do love this country because it gave me a life to live and thrive as an individual but every time I have an opinion about anything, I’m shut out despite being raised here. 

I moved to this country when I was as little as a 4 month old baby. 

Well, I should’ve known better because the locals are right about what they say to me. They remind me that I’m nothing but a resident that can be kicked out of this country anytime. 

Who am I here? I’m just a passing immigrant. Here, I am ridiculed because I am an Indian. Interestingly, In India I am ridiculed because I am a Muslim. Here I’m reminded every time that I’m an Indian first before I’m a Muslim. 

In India I’m reminded every time that I’m a Muslim first before I’m an Indian. 

I can’t live anywhere peacefully…I don’t belong anywhere. I don’t have a home in India but neither do I have any home here. I am just a person that’s blessed by Allah that has enough to survive. Words and the comments of people hurt me enough regarding my nationality and my religion. I still love my culture though and I still do love my religion and I still believe im yet to meet good hearted people that wouldn’t mock at me or tell me off for my nationality or religion just because I raised a question related to the rights of refugees, related to rights of people.

The dua for grieving about your sorrow to your lord, Allah.