Just a random blog post! :D

Well, a lot of times I have thought of blogging about random things. Just things without stories or lessons I learned or my babbling or my over flowing emotions. :)

So here are the things. My 'just random things'

1. I listen to songs in languages I can not interpret. Some songs just make sense to me. It's like the music speaking and not the lyrics. I listened to this song for the first time in the summer vacations and fell in love instantly. The lyrics of this song is in Persian, the mother language of Urdu (the Language I speak) and absolutely beautiful. It sounds so sweet to the ears.

Here is the lyrics and the translation:

Bibi sanam janim, anaar e sisstaanem

My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan

Dam darwaza e tagqurghan jayee sanam janim

Your being borders on the divine, my love

Kassi harfe dil e maa ra nadaanist
What I feel for you, no one is privy to it

Bibi sanam janim, anaar e sisstaanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan

Bahaaie mahafel e maa ra nadaanist
No one can fathom the depths or value this love

Bibi sanam janim, anaar e sisstaanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan

Ba joz tofaan kassi dar shahr e ghurbat
The wild storms crashing down on strange, distant cities

Bibi sanam janim, anaar e sisstaanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan

Nishaan e mahfel e maa ra nadaanist
Only they know the true worth of our love

Bibi sanam janim, anaar e sisstaanem

My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan

Bibi sanam janim, anaar e sisstaanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan

Dam darwaza e tagqurghan jayee sanam janim

Your being borders on the divine, my love

Na mekhawahm ke be taabat bebinom
Not ever would I want you to be sad

Bibi sanam janim, anaar e sisstaanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan

Dilam khwahad ke shadaab at bebinam
All I ever need is that you be happy and content

Bibi sanam janim, anaar e sisstaanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan

Nadeedam man ba bedaari rukhat ra
Even if all the flowers in the world wilt and wither away

Bibi sanam janim, anaar e sisstaanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan

Magar hamchu pari khwaabat bebinom
That love I have for you in my heart will not fade

Bibi sanam janim, anaar e sisstaanem

My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan

Bibi sanam janim, Rawaash e paghmaanem
My love,....

Dam darwaza e tagqurghan jayee sanam janim

Your being borders on the divine, my love

Dile e naazok tar az andisha darum
What my heart feels is far mellower than my thoughts

Bibi sanam janim, anaar e sisstaanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan

Hawaie motadel chun resha darum
There will never be a moment when I won’t yearn for you

Bibi sanam janim, anaar e sisstaanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan

Hama gul hai e aalaam gar bekhoshkad
Bibi, believe me, your love is deeply rooted in my heart

Bibi sanam janim, anaar e sisstaanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan

Tu dar baagh e kheialem reesha dary

Even if all the flowers in the world wither….

Bibi sanam janim, Rawaash e paghmaanem
My love,....

Dam darwaza e tagqurghan jayee sanam janim

Your being borders on the divine, my love.

2. I enjoy photography even though I am not that good at it. I just think it's fun!

3. I love Biryani. Back in Pakistan, my aunt used to laughingly quote every time I had Biryani: 'Khulud would rather have home-made Biryani rather than a dinner at a 5-star hotel'. I believe, this statement still applies. For those who don't know what Biryani is, it's an Eastern rice recipe, which is believed to evolve from the Moghal cuisine. And it is probably one of the best thing that has adorned my taste buds.

Mentioning Biryani, I just remembered it has been ages since I have had it. Well I better ask my mom to make it for me! :)

4. I love poodle puppies but my mom wouldn't let me have one. I asked for a kitten and she said no to that too. We once had a duck, but my mom gave it away! :( I want a cat or a puppy!

Who wouldn't want this? *.*

5. I write songs which are so stupid that I have never tried sharing them with anyone.

6. I make stories in my mind, which I plan to write down sometime but then I don't. I am scared that my writing won't do justice to my ideas and then I just don't write them and keep on making stories in my mind. Making stories is my favorite thinking pass time.

7. I hate zits and today I got a really weird zit right above my lip. My skin is usually clear, MashAllah, but with that zit, gosh I looked weird. One of my friends was like: 'You got something above your lip' 'That's a zit'! Well, she didn't make fun of me or whatever, but I just hate zits! :/

8. I have HUGE interests in knowing where I will end up in future. :D

9. I think my English teacher is really cool. No reason, not that I am doing really good at English or whatever. I have no idea what made me form that opinion about him, I just think he is cool! :D

10. I have a badass crush on the following characters:

• Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice (the movie and the book)

• Will Blakelee From 'the Last Song' (Only the book)

I put this picture because I had no other option. Anyway, the guy is hot too! :D

• Gu Jon Pyo from 'Boys over flowers'

The crushes limit to the characters and not the real life actors. 'Cos seriously I have never had a celebrity crush ever. What is the use of crushing on people I would never even me meeting in my life? How stupid. I believe in reality and a practical approach towards life. Hahah!

Well this was an absolutely disconnected and random post. Well, sometimes things pop in my mind from all corners!

Have a nice weekend!

Tata :)

Beyond imagination....

Two years back, I was just your lively, cheerful, full-of-life average teenager studying in a bourgeoisie all-girls' school, planning my future in Pakistan and cursing the hell of high school injustices. Absorbed in the heart-felt school friendships, giggling for hours at stupid jokes, trying to prove chivalry and guts among my classmates and indirectly being boastful of my grades.

Two years back, boys seemed like other-worldly species. Except for the presence of my brothers and dad, I grew wary of every other male presence that lingered by. Little crushes yoked to the possibilities of marriage and everything seemed as if meant to be. There were innocent feuds and I used to cry for my friends and get jealous. :)

Two years back, acing 10th grade was a major part of my life, career and university seemed distant, like those hills I gazed at the night before I left Pakistan. Hills which glistened with sparkles of light, hills which seemed way further than they actually were.

Two years back, when we talked about perverted topics, in fact, even relationships in hissed voices. Our jaws dropped to the floor just thinking of being in a relationship, abandoning the ethical codes of religion and society.

Two years back, I was the girl known as the plucky tomboy of the class. Straight forward and clear. The girl who came from a respectable family background and had a classy sense of style. The girl, who was liked and hated by a lot of people. The girl who watched wrestling and sweet romantic movies (secretly). The girl who left an impact on almost everyone she met and who let people leave an impact on her unconditionally!

Two years back, even my wildest dream couldn't have been as imaginative as to predict the possibility of being a thousand miles away from Pakistan in the next two years.

One year back the immigration letter made it's entrance into our lives.

A year back, I started in a co-ed school. When I was just too careful and awkward with guys, I thought they were my enemies! And then when I made good friends with the guys and girls, I moved in a group of 13 people. Loved by everyone. Did well in school yet felt underestimated all the time. Felt depressed.

A year back I found the most wonderful friend in a person who had been with me (unnoticed) for 12 years. She was so sweet and innocent sometimes I felt bitter compared to her. Her feelings so delicate and sensitive made me realized the decency she embraced. We talked like we have done a lot of wrong things and that we were a mess. A year back I never realized I would miss her that much.

A year back, I started acknowledging my surrounding like never before. I observed people caught up in the interplay of lust and youth, always trying to prove something with their braggadocio. Talking about all those western things like they were an obvious part of their lives. I observed people, trying to follow the western patterns of society defying our social norms and virtues.

A year back, I cursed myself whenever I had an unintended physical contact with a guy because it was against my culture and religion. I avoided perverted group conversations, 'cos I thought they adulterated the healthy friendships. I stopped myself from getting in to a relationship or breaking the norms of my society. And although, I slipped at some points I got back up, with stronger self-control and confidence.

A year back, I had seriously started considering the point that Pakistan might not be a witness to my entire life after all and Calgary might take Pakistan's place for a while. I started doing things, thinking it might be for the last time. My feelings were a mixture of a desperation and elation; the joy of a new experience and the grief of leaving everything behind.

A year back, I listened to Jonas brothers and Miley Cyrus and got disturbed even at the idea of smoking weed, or drinking. A year back, even after knowing everything, I was far away from the real world; living in the cocoon under my parent's protective wings not ready to face the world.

A year back, I learned how to get over stuff. I learned how to move on with life and I learned the importance of my friends in my life.

Today, I am a part of a liberal North American high school. Every day I come across many people with all sorts of faiths and cultures and I stand head-high proud of my own. I observe different cultures and it makes me love my culture even more. I understand how each culture in the world has it's roots and values and how absurd it is to follow a culture that contradicts your own.

Today, I talk to guys with extreme self-control. I am determined not to be a part of a relationship that would eventually end up in a break up. I am determined to maintain a zero physical contact policy till I get married. Boyfriends, relationships or sex doesn't fascinate me like it does a lot of people. My culture doesn't allow this and neither should I wallow in it.

Today, I strongly believe that Allah wants us to explore the world because he doesn't want our views to be primitive. Living in Calgary has made me closer to God, it has enlightened me about things I wouldn't have known had I lived in Pakistan forever!

Today, I feel independent, ready to face the world. I am out of my cocoon. I make my own decisions and I chose my own paths and I know my parents are there trusting me and guiding me through my life. I believe in myself and God. And I don't give a damn about people who have problems with me 'cos I have faith in God!

Today I listen to Nickelback, One republic, Lifehouse and John Mayer because their music and lyrics makes more sense to me than Jonas or Cyrus ever could. I think over issues deeply and avoid mistakes.

Today, while on my way to the mall, with my two new friends I realized, how drastically three years have changed me, in to a more sensible, more mature adult. How Allah has been generous to me keeping me away from major sins.

Today, I have no regrets, nothing I want to change in my past, nothing I have to change and nothing I have to redeem. I am an individual who made, through Allah's help, all the right decisions, who didn't hurt anyone, who respects and values all of Allah's creations in this world. I respect people's religions, their cultures and their traditions. There is a reason why Allah created so many different people in this world.

Today, I write this blog post to record this wonderful moment of enlightenment and gratitude, that life is such a wonderful gift and God has written our faiths with such adeptness that we can hardly cry for a misfortune. I don't know what Allah has planned for me, but I am sure they are big plans! :) And oh God, I trust you with my life so much! :)

I guess this was a sentimental post!

Tata! :)