The Dilemma Of Grocery Shopping.

Imagine when you are woken up from your deep beauty sleep at 2 in the blistering heat of afternoon and told that its your turn to go grocery shopping. Yeah. It happened with me. At first I thought that some devil is joking with me but it was my mother. For ten minutes I simply gathered my bearings and thought about the hurricane that awaited me. Then I got up from my bed and made it to the bathroom. After getting ready which included wearing Abaya and grabbing my Blackberry, I raced outside to join my dear daddy in the car. The 15 minutes were so peaceful and I thought about staying there forever.

I got out and entered the hyper market. During all this, my mind was filled with the list, cucumbers...tomatoes...milk...bread...yoghurt...chillies...strawberries...etc. Moving along the aisles, I just dumpeverything in the trolley. And I am fighting my way through a sea of people mostly bachlors walking aimlessly. Cereal, check. Nutella, check. Noodles, check. Bread, check. And it goes on. My eyes are still not fully open and I do not want them to open. Because Uptill now, I am just having a horrible nightmare but then I will be forced to live it. Shudders. I just grab everything I can think of and asks my dad to pay. He says, sumaica did you get the 7up and the shampoo and this and that? I got everything dad. Let us just go.

I arrive home with every bone in my body which is a miracle dispite all the torture I went through. Then it hits me. I have been played.  It wasn't even my turn to go shopping. It was my younger brothers turn. He took advantage of my mental sleeping state.

How do people do this? According to a survey conducted by Sumaica Asad in 2012, 7 out of every 8 teenager hate grocery shopping. See, the torture we have to go through. Personally, if parents want to punish their kids, send them grocery shopping. They will never disobey you again.  A friend of mind likes grocery shopping and I am still figuring out why? Nobody likes to shop for cereals, grains, rice, whatever the hell people buy.


It is torture. You have to give up whatever most important thing you are doing. Then you have to get ready. Then you have to weave around people. Then you have to push around a stupid trolley. Then you have to find everything on the list. If by any luck you have a list. And you always and I repeat ALWAYS forget something to buy.

I never ever want to go grocery shopping again.

...SAP...

Guy Got Scammed.

My eldest brother's friend went to Pakistan. He was going after a long time, almost 6 years. Now this guy thinks that he is very MATURE and he is a Know It All Guy. This is his story in my words. His flight lands on the Allama Iqbal International Airport, Lahore. He exits the plane and then reaches the first check in counter. He checks in. And moves on to the next counter. Suddenly a person comes up and says:

 "Bhai Saab, Airport tax diya hain app nay" 

(Brother, Have you given the Airport tax)

"Ji, Airport Tax??? Kia matlab?)

(Airport tax? What tax?)

" Saab Ji, tax daina parta hain. App ko bhi daina paray ga"

(Sir, everyone gives the tax. You have to give it too.)

"Acha per ye tax hain kis cheez ka?"

(Okay. But what is this tax for?)

"Sir Ji, Airport par land karnay ka tax hain. Zardari nay lagaya hain."

(Sir, It is for landing on the airport. Zardari has issued it)

"Acha, khair. Kitna daina hain tax" 

(Okay. How much do I have to give?)

And that stupid idiot takes out his wallet in front of that person. 

"Saab ji, wesay tu bahar say aanay walo ka 10 hazar hain. Liken app 5 hazar daye dain."

(Sir. A person who comes from abroad has to give 10,000 rupees. But you can give 5000.)

"Acha,per meray pass Pakistani Rupees nahi hain"

(Okay. But I don't have Pakistani rupees)

"Saab ji, Riyal hi day dain"

(Sir. No problem. Give us Riyals)

"Chalo theek hain.Kitnay riyals huain"

(Okay. How much?)

"500 Riyals saab ji"

(It would be 500 riyals)

So he takes out the money and give it to the man without a single doubt in his mind. After spending some time in Lahore, he went to Karachi and again on the Airport he gave the so called Airport Tax. Even then he didn't think that its fishy. But when he was coming back to Qatar from Lahore, the same person asked for the tax again. He gave it to him but he asked his Uncle and Uncle was like, dude you have just been scammed. There is no such thing as airport tax. 

He was telling us about it and we all were laughing like lunatics. He gave 500 QRs as airport tax. That is not a small amount. And now his image of being very CLEVER is ruined. Tuh Tuh Tuh. I actually felt bad for him but not for a second then I remembered all those times when he pretended to be clever and superior to me. 

Moral Of The Story: Never underestimate others. And never think of yourself as the superior. You do not know everything.

...SAP...

Is Money More Important Than Family?

Is money more important than family? I am forced to ask this question to myself again and again. I know the answer but unfortunately for me the world does not agree. I have always taken money as a secondary thing. You have it one day and you don't the other. Where as family is always there. It is your bone and blood. It is your backbone and without a backbone you will be crippled.

My family became a victim of this hunger too. Three years back, my uncle (Khala's husband) started giving more importance to money. He did a lot of things and all bad. He made my Mamo's (Uncle's) life miserable. All after money and power. Today he is the owner of Shaheen Chemists, the top pharmaceuticals  in Islamabad. But four times in the past 3 years, his car has been stolen out of his guarded and camera's secured house. He has all the money and power in the world but he doesn't have happiness. His kids don't even want to talk to him despite living in the same house. And the eldest is only 16. The only reason we didn't come into this whole mess was because we live here in Qatar.

You have a BMW in the garage, Givenchy Play on your dressing table, custom made Louis Vuitton suits in your walking closet, you are throwing a poolside party. People come in their Mercedes, BMWs, Range Rovers, wearing all their finery and riches. They talk about money, power, how to obtain more of it and then leave. There is nobody to tell you that the flowers are not as fresh as found in your mom's garden. That I want to eat more Cheese Cake. That can you please pack some food for me. That the Italian Cuisine was not as good as your desi food. There is no one to break a glass. You have all the riches in the world but no one to share it with. No one to praise it. No one to have fun with.

In that moment you are so blind. The hunger for more money, power have sucked the happiness and joy out of your life like a leech. At the end you have everything, yet nothing. You stand alone at the end of the journey, we call life. The choice is in your hands. Do you want to walk or be a cripple forever? Family or money? Just remember one thing, money may not be there when family is not, but family will ALWAYS be there when money is not.

...SAP...

Empty Mind.

I sit with a pen in my hand, open notebook, blank page and an empty mind. I do not have a single thought in my mind. It is like somebody just washed it clean. I start to write but the pen does not work. I try, try and try but no avail. It refuses to co operate with me. I have to get up from my cozy couch and get a new pen. I open the cupboard, reach for the pen holder but it stares back emptily. Emptiness, that is what me and my pen holder share. I hunt for a pen or a pencil in the side drawers but I find none. I do find a purple colour pencil and I give up. I reach for it ans start writing. And I think how lucky this purple pencil is to be used by me. okay, not so lucky. My attempts at writing are interrupted by one of the species in my house, my eldest brother trying to crack my knuckles. I bolt and take refuge on my bed. The relationship that me and my bed share is very understandable. It puts me down to sleep the minute I lay down on it. Its teak wood and springy mattress gives me the comfort that a 5 star hotel can't. But right now its not doing its job. And I am still awake. So I sit up and reach for the book that I have been trying to read for past 2 weeks. It happens to be a classic forced upon me by my cruel BFF cum sister.You see classics are not my thing. But I am trying. I open it to page 134,

She thought, without exactly wording the thought, how strange and God like was a composer's power, who from the grave could lead through sequences of emotion, which he alone had felt at first, a girl like her who had never heard of his name, and never would have a clue to his personality.   -Tess Of The D'urbervilles by Thomas Hardy.

I want my writing to be like this. And now I am lost in the world of reading.

...SAP...

Memories.

What are memories?
A picture in a frame
On your bedside table.
Or a page in a diary
Under your pillow.


What are memories?
An old silver pen
With a broken nib.
Or a gold pendent 
With your name on it.


What are memories?
Your High School Year Book
With her autograph.
Or his corsage red rose 
Still pressed in your favourite book.


What are memories?
Right words spoken to
The wrong guy on a beautiful day.
Or unspoken words to
The right girl on a beautiful night.


What are memories?
Dancing in the rain
Having the time of your life.
Or a picture of you
With all your friends by your side.


What are memories?
Something worth
Living your life for.
Something worth
Remembering your life for.

-Sumaica Asad

...SAP...

Night or Day.

Nowadays, it is Ramadan and ofcourse our routine is walking backwards. We have been sleeping all mornings and have been up all night for the past five days. This is how me and my siblings are passing our fast and conquering the world. My dad being a very punctual and a routine follower was amazed at this. Last night, he said that kids, nights are for sleeping and days are for doing whatever you want. 500 years ago people used to sleep at nights and work in the days, today people do the same and I assure you that even after 500 years, life will go on like this. I know you guys love the idea of staying awake at night but you are just hurting your bodies and gaining no benefit. Thursdays are your night out but that does not mean that everyday has to be one. You have got to achieve bigger things in life and you guys can't seem to have control over your own bodies. Life doesn't works like this. I know you people are the new generation and living in the moment is your motto. But you have to do things to be able to enjoy your life in the moment. 

I realized he is right. I do not have control over my mind. I have already missed 4 dental appointments because I was unable to wake up. I am awake at 8:30 in the morning enjoying the blistering heat of July in Qatar and wishing that I should have stayed in Dubai. But that is how life works. Or atleast mine does. 

I don't know how many days my so called routine is going to work but I hope that for once I actually stay put. And sleep at night. 

....SAP...

Quote Of The Day.

Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are. -Unknown

Human Beings First.

A few days back, I went to a Pakistani restaurant with a bunch of friends. We were sitting their for like 15 minutes and nobody has asked for our order because all the waiters were very busy. We were talking and just having fun. But one of my friends got pissed at waiting for so long. When the waiter came
 He says,"Could you be a anymore late?" His tone was so offensive and rude.
 The waiter says,"Sorry sir, its a house full. Thats is why.
 "And its my fault. Whatever. Just take the order and try to be a little early this time which I know you can't do."
"Yes. Sir. " He took our order and went away.
I was shocked. I was like, "Dude what was that? He is old enough to be your grandfather. Show some respect. It is not his fault that you are sitting in the chair and he is the one serving and not the other way around."
"Yeah, like he could ever be my grandfather."
"Its bad enough that he has to serve a bunch a brats like you and then tolerate your filthy shit too."
"He is a waiter"
"He is a human being first and older than you"
"Whatever. Sumaica, stop acting like an Amma Jee"

Then the waiter comes and starts setting up and I couldn't tolerate a person my grand dad's age serving me. So I take the dinner plates from him and set up myself and give him an assuring smile. He smiles back and leaves.

That got me thinking. This is not a new thing. We are so dependent on our servants. You will hear the chanter in a normal house. Shaista, polish my shoes. Asma, for Gods sake, this is what you call cleaning. Fahmeeda, I asked you for water an hour ago. And it goes on and on and on. But we treat them so badly. We treat them as if we own them. It could have been us instead of them polishing someone else shoes and cleaning houses for a living. Just because they pick up our trash does not gives us the right to treat them like our slaves.

Once our family friends came to our house and their maid was with them. So I served them drinks and obviously the maid too. I served them all in the same glasses. And Aunty goes like, what are you doing? Give her a plastic cup, not the flutes. She is a maid. As if she was clarifying something.

We all need to understand that they are human beings first and they work just like all of us to earn a living. If we can not treat them like ourselves, atleast treat them like humans. In some houses, servants are treated as animals. And everyone is like, do not eat in that plate. It is the maids. As if I will get AIDS by touching or eating in her plate.

 Stop discriminating. We talk a lot but we do not act. It is time we start acting in our homes and actually mean what we say. Stop treating them like slaves and animals.

...SAP...

Hairstyles Maniac.

I love hairstyles and this is no exception. The colours are amazing and fish tail shows off the colours beautifully.
...SAP...

Ramadan The Month Of Blessings.

Ramadan! What to say about the greatest month in the year. The month of peace, calm and piousness. The month where everyone is on their best behaviour. Where all the Muslims fast all day, not only by food but also by tongue, by their actions and their words. We all hope that at the end of the day, our fasting will be accepted by Allah. We all try our best to help others and to be as kind as possible.

Ramadan is divided in three parts, the first ten days call the Ashra are known as the days of Mercy (Rahma). The second ten days as the days of Forgiveness (Magfirah). And the last ten days as Salvation from Hell.

Ramadan is that chance which enables us to have clean slate and have all our sins forgiven by Allah. It is upto us to make sure that we begin our lives as a better practicing Muslim and a better person. It is the month where everyone thinks alike and people forgive each other because they think about the forgiveness of Allah. We all try to do good deeds so our offerings be accepted. Everywhere there is an air of peace and mercy.

May Allah accept our fasting and make us a better person in all aspects.

...SAP...

Have You Ever?

 Have You Ever
          had so much to say
    that your mouth closed up tight
struggling to harness the nuclear force
    coalescing withing your words?


Have you ever
     had so many thoughts
churning inside that you didn't
     dare let them escape,
in case they blew you right open?


Have you ever
  been so angry that you 
couldn't look in the mirror
  for fear of finding someone else
     staring back at you?
-Unknown

...SAP...

In Three Words.

Three words are very small to express it all. But in simple words, you are everything to me. I would be nothing without you. I may answer back and not like your decisions of my life but at the end of the day I LOVE YOU, no matter what. And you are my person.
...SAP...

Change Or Be The Change.

There's the people you have known forever. Who like....know you....in this way. That other people can't. Because they have seen you change. They have let you change. -Unknown

Yes. There are people in your life that let you change. They let you become the change. Change in oneself is inevitable, whether it is good or bad, that is for you to decide. Era changes, decade changes, year changes, weather changes, season changes and like them so do people. They may not completely change but a part of them do. And the people who let them change are the reason if the change is good or bad. I think we all need to change from time to time. And sometimes we do without realizing it.

Back in 6th grade, I remember being the most argumentative kid ever. I still argue but not like I used to. I learned that somethings are better left alone. And you can't win every argument. So I think that we all change without knowing it and that is a good thing because you learn different things. You see things from a different perspective.

At the end of the day, there are two types of people. One who change as time passes by and the other who are the change themselves. It is upto you to decided whether you want to change or be the change. The important thing is that you don't loose true self in the process. Be who you are even if you are trying something different.

P.S.I have used the word "change" so many times.

...SAP...

Mirror Mirror, Movie And Wardrobe Review.

 The Queen: "Dwarfs? You said they were giants."
 Prince Alcott: "Well. They were giant dwarfs."

I am watching Mirror mirror. Why the hell didn't I watched it before? I am loving it. The story starts with the queen (Julia Roberts) taunting the princess Snow White (Lilly Collins) on her 18th birthday for crashing a Royal Gala. Then Snow White visits the town and its people which she hasn't visited since her fathers death many years ago. On her way, she finds two young man tied upside down in the forest, semi naked. That happens to be The Prince and his valet, who have been robbed by the dwarfs who use extensions to appear like giants. Snow White helps them free and moves on. She is moved by the condition of the people and the queen asking for more taxes to pay for her Royal Balls. Truth is the queen is broke. The Prince reaches the palace and the queen learns about his wealth decides to marry him despite the years of age difference between them. She throws a ball and Snow White crashes it. The Prince dances with her and is charmed by her beauty. The queen catches Snow White at the ball and punishes her and decides to kill her. But her caretaker sets her free in the woods and tell her to run for her life.

Snow White finds the dwarfs living quarters and the dwarfs let her stay with them after she makes them the hero in the eyes of the town people by stealing back the taxes from the caretaker and giving them back to the people. They teach Snow White to defend herself and to fight. She becomes a thief and they decide to rob the queen and her gold and give to the town people. In the forest she meets the prince again who is there to finish of the dwarfs and they fight. Snow White out wits him and wins, thus having the gold to herself. The Prince goes back to the queen, again semi naked. She learns about Snow White being still alive and decided to use her love potion on the prince, the same one which she used on Snow White's father. The prince drinks it and becomes love struck. Now the humourous part is that the love potion is puppy love.

Snow White learns of the queens marriage to the prince alcott and is heart broken. The queen uses magic to bring about Snow White's death. And then Snow White saves the lives of the dwarfs by cutting the ropes of the puppets that were sent to kill her. They crash the wedding and kidnap the prince. The dwarfs try all kinds of methods to remove the spells but nothing works. What was different about the movie than an ordinary fairytale was that Snow White kisses the prince and the spell is broken. And then she decides to change the ending of every fairy tale where the prince saves the princess. She decides to fight the beast which is their for her. The prince and the dwarfs fight with Snow White and they find that the beast is infact her father, the late king who was trapped in a spell. Now the queen repays for using magic by losing her beauty and growing old. The kingdom returns to its glory and dancing days. Snow White marries the Prince Alcott and on her wedding day, the queen comes looking like an old lady and offers her a poisoned apple, Snow White refrains from eating it and says: Age over beauty. You should know when you have lost.

I loved this movie because the acting was amazing. Julia Roberts is one of my favourite actresses and I had no doubt about her acting but what amazed me was Lily Collins and Armie Hammer's acting. They were superb. The dialogues were good and sarcastic. The story was different than the original fairytale. It was fun watching the remake of such a beautiful fairy tale. Another reason I watched it was because of the elaborate and  breathtakingly  beautiful. 


Here is the link I watched it from:
http://www.putlocker.com/file/CABAD25763A29DAE#

These were the costumes of the queen. If I would have been born in 19th century, I would have definitely wore all of them. My favourite is the last white one. All the dresses are by Swarovski Crystals.

...SAP...

Day 8.

So my friend says that I whine a lot. She is always complaining about my whining. And I admit. Yes I whine. I whine a lot. It is stupid, irrational but I do it. I just wish I could be a sixth grader again or I could have the recklessness that I had back then. How I never gave a single thought about my actions because I was always confident that I am doing the right thing even if the means are wrong. Now I question myself every step of the way. I never gave a damn about no one backing me up on anything. I still don't. I think that the greatest back up you can have is yourself and your courage. That is all you need to go for it. Believe in yourself. That is what I do even if sometimes I forget what I am made up of.

I finished reading Rising Tides and Inner Harbour which are the sequels to Sea Swept, all three by Nora Roberts. Sea Swept was the first book I read written by her. I did not like her. But then I rarely like romance and that also modern age. Not my thing. So the other two were also not very appealing, mainly because she never concluded the real story. But a few months back I read her books which she wrote under her pen name, J.D.Robb. Rapture In Death and some other that I cannot remember. And I have to say they were pretty good. I loved them. The story was so good, the characters were strong and I kept guessing till the end.

I am loving the new theme of my blog. I don't why but I just love the splash of colours which is so not like me. I am more of a go for black kind of a person. Anyway, just watched White Collar and boy, I love it. Neal Caffrey is so handsome. He is in my list of Handsome Guys. Besides his acting is not all that bad. And when you throw in the bad boy factor, the Armani Vintage suits, his past of being a very renown thief of priceless art and antiquities, and the hats, the picture is too good for words. #

I am working on writing a short story. Wish me luck

...SAP...

In Chinese culture, Yin and Yang represent the two opposite principles in nature. Yin characterizes the feminine or negative nature of things and yang stands for the masculine or positive side. Yin and yang are in pairs, such as the moon and the sun, female and male, dark and bright, cold and hot, passive and active, etc. But yin and yang are not static or just two separated things. The nature of yinyang lies in interchange and interplay of the two components. The alternation of day and night is such an example.

The concept of yinyang has a long history. There are many written records about yinyang, which can be dated back to the Yin Dynasty (about 1400 - 1100 BC) and the Western Zhou Dynasty (1100 - 771 BC). Yinyang is the basis of Zhouyi (Book of Changes), the jing part of which was written during the Western Zhou. Yinyang became popular during the Spring and Autumn Period (770 - 476 BC) and the Warring States (475 - 221 BC).

The principles of yinyang are an important part of Huangdi Neijing (Yellow Emperor's Classic of Medicine), the earliest Chinese medical book, written about 2,000 years ago. They are still important in traditional Chinese medicine and fengshui today.

Here is a summary of the characteristics of yinyang. Yin and yang are opposite in nature, but they are part of nature, they rely on each other, and they can't exist without each other. The balance of yin and yang is important. If yin is stronger, yang will be weaker, and vice versa. Yin and yang can interchange under certain conditions so they are usually not yin and yang alone. In other words, yin can contain certain part of yang and yang can have some component of yin. It is believed that yinyang exists in everything.

...SAP...

My Heart Will Go On.

Every night in my dreams
I see you. I feel you.
That is how I know you go on.

Far across the distance
And spaces between us
You have come to show you go on

Near, far, where ever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you are here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on

Love can touch us one time
And last for a lifetime
And never go till we are one

Love was when I loved you
One true time I hold to
In my life we'll always go on

Near, far, where ever you are

I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you are here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on

There is some love that will not go away

You are here, there is nothing I fear,
And I know that my heart will go on
We'll stay forever this way
You are safe in my heart
And my heart will go on and on.

- Celine Dion.

...SAP...

Quote Of The Day.

Hard work beats talent, when talent does not work hard. -Unknown

Day 7. What If?

It is a Tuesday night and I am sitting in the kitchen thinking to myself the stupidest question of all things. What if I don't make it? What if I don't become what I want? What if I never get a book published? What if I never get to do CA? What if I fail? What if, ten years from now I look at myself and all I see is a failure staring back at me? There are so many what ifs bugging and nagging me and my mind. And I am not sure about any single thing. People think that I am really bold and confident. And the truth is I am. I am the one who voluntarily does things. I am the one who accepts the most daring dares and does them. I have never been afraid of anything. I am the one who believes in other people and tell them that, yes, they can do this.

But right now, I am feeling as if I, myself have stopped believing in myself. I, who always thought that I am such a hero, am actually a coward. I am running away from my fears when I should be facing them.

I am on vacation in Dubai, yet that is how I feel right now. I am having fun and doing all kinds of crazy stuff but right now I can not help thinking about the failure that I might turn out to be. I do not want to fail. I belong to such a prestigious family and I can not fail. I have to believe in myself. There is no way out and I know that. But at the end of the day, I still have an unanswered question. What if? 

...SAP...

Quote Of The Day.

You should date a girl who reads.
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.” 
-Rosemaries Urquico

Quote Of The Day.

Sorrow can take care of itself, but to get the true benefit of joy, you must share it.
                                                                                                           -Mark Twain. 

Day 6, Hindu-Muslim Marriages.

I watched Ishqzaade and did not like it like the rest of Indian movies. I never actually got to the end but did hear it from my brother. The 2 and a half hour movie turned into a half hour movie for me. Anyway, the movie was about two people, Parma and Zoya.One being a Hindu and the other Muslim. Their families are in politics and they hate each other. Perfect combination. So they fall inlove, their families do not accept them and they kill each other at the end. It was a typical Indian Soapy love story and how religion comes between it.

The point I want to highlight is the Hindu-Muslim marriage. Now thing is that in life, there are some things which are just wrong. And you know that they are wrong. Like a murder is a murder even if we call it revenge and we know its wrong. Similarly, adultery is wrong. Calling it seduction will not make it right. We can not question these things. Just like that this marriage is also wrong. Islam prohibits you from marrying in any other religion (generally speaking). So what other proof do you need? It is morally wrong and your religion says so. That is it. 

Religion is a persons belief.  It is your faith. It is you heart and soul in something. It is what you believe in. And if you are agreeing with this marriage, dude what were you believing in for the past twenty years? You just proved you do not have a belief or faith. And without your belief what are you?

Pakistan and India could not be one because their ideologies were different and still are. Hindus and Muslims could not be one because their faiths are different. Countries could not be one. Nations could not be one. How can you even expect that a Hindu-Muslim marriage will work? That does not mean that we can not be friends. It just means that friendship and marriage are two very different things. Religion does not always comes in between of friendship but it does in marriages.

And in situations like these, the people involved are like, our parents hate us. Why can not they accept us? They do not love us. They are so narrow minded and conservative. What they do not realize is that what their parents have been believing in for the past 50 years, their kids just shattered it. If they accept them, then that means that their belief was wrong. Their faith was wrong. And that their whole life has been a lie. They have been living a lie. 

 

In such marriages their culture, traditions, customs,beliefs etc do come between them. The unbreakable wall of love eventually shatters and you realize that the perfect story you wanted was all in your head. Because two people, two personalities, two traditions, two customs, two cultures, two beliefs, two religions who are different in every perspective imaginable can not be together. That is what our religion says and that is life.

I am a Muslim and without my faith and belief in Allah, I am nothing.

...SAP...