Islam.

I’m not very religious. That’s not a good thing, but it’s the truth.

Yes, Im a Pakistani and a Muslim, but i grew up watching The simpsons, and Friends, having sleepovers, taloking about boys, crushing on Justin Timberlake and so on. I do not represent the masses of my country, that is true, but that is only due to the income disparity that befalls my country.

There are people who are rich yet religious and do not approve of the westernization that is happening globally.

Lots of people are anti-Islam because they think my religion tells us to blow non-muslims up, and if you’re one of them, just ask yourself this.

Can you imagine chopping someone’s head off? Or killing little innocent children? Can you imagine killing marathon runners, people who have mother’s waiting for them, have children to take care of? Can you imagine such cruelty? I can’t. I can’t even look at injections.

The word ‘terrorist’ is now associated with muslims. I cry when my cat is sick. Am i a terrorist?

A terrorist is anyone who claims the lives of innocent people. This is my definition. May it be a deranged Muslim who has been taught lies for most of his life and bombs innocent people, or may it be an American who orders a drone strike on a civilian population, leading to the deaths of 3 year old children. 

Stop stereotyping Muslims please? Or Pakistan?

Give us a chance, yeah?

Bad people are everywhere. There are blood thirsty psychopaths, deranged people who attack middle schools and all kinds of people. So the next time you hear ‘terrorism’, don’t blame my religion. Blame the idiots who are making a mockery of it. 

CAAAAAT :D

My cat’s fine lalalalalalal. I feel like a helicopter. You know, high.

Liiikkeee…. whassssuuppppppp worlddd. Like a turtle.

I’m Happy 😀 MashAllah.

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I would’ve been ecstatic, but my father has gotten me a dentist appointment for 5p.m. (my time) tomorrow. Blekh. My helicopter is landing.

Sighs.

Dentists are mean and horrible. Well not really, but i will cry like a baby in his office tomorrow.

Like a baby. I always do. It is SO embarrassing. Oh, God. Why.

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Much love. ❤

Cat. Love. Sad.

My cat is really sick. I can’t sleep. The Vets here are stupid. 

What if she dies?

LOL stories.

Where was i? Why yes..

4th grade – I told him that i liked him. Boy, that was an awkward conversation.

5th grade-  He made me read Harrt potter. We planned a storyline for a book that we would write.

6th grade-  I bunked my first class. He bunked with. I felt so badass. 

7th grade-  I left school. Wrote to him, nearly everyday. He replied once.

8th grade-  He wanted to date my bestfriend. I set them up. Cried lots.

9th grade-  Didnt talk to him much. He moved on.

10th grade- I dont remember, which means, nothing happened.

11th grade- We were in the same school again. There i was, hopeless, awkward, and crazy about him.

12th grade- We went to watch a movie. He sat with me. Happiness. 

12th grade- He started hanging out with another girl. Alone. In corners. Forgot me. I didnt really care, cuz i was over-ish him by then but still. 

12th grade- Tried saying something nice on the farewell dinner. Couldnt say much. 

1st year of university- Didnt really talk much.

2nd year of university- Bitched about me to his friends, Said awful things, AWFUL. We stopped talking.

3rd year of university- Confessed to be in love with me. LOL. As IF. Too bad I never really loved him.

 

LOL.

 

As i lay sighing.

This post was supposed to be about memories. And a boy. And a short, pretty love story.

But then I saw something, and all of THAT went to the back of my brain.

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I considered myself an expert of human/adolescent behaviour uptil five minutes ago. Then I realized, you dont really know anyone. Everyone’s doing some sort of ‘Impression management’ – ( Sociology 101) and that makes it impossible to actually predict human behaviour. Or even telling what a person is like!

1. I dont get how one can be chronically depressed. I mean, there’s so much to do, so much to see! How can one obsess over ONE thing and let it eclipse all the tiny little sparkly things just waiting to shine?

2. I dont get how one can be so CHILL and easygoing, and be the person who you assume to be a constant, and be understanding and mature (sometimes) and then turn into a big fat asshole overnight?

3. I dont get how someone can be so gullible, and so naive. And always wanting to see the good in people, when they’ve been sexually harrassed as a kid?. I mean, doesn’t that instill a fear of bad people in a person? How can one assume that everyone is all flowers and butterflies?

4. How can someone marry someone five years older out of infatuation, spend half of their income on dry cleaning and try an ensnare a naive little girl to have an affair!? What a sorry excuse for commitment.

There’s so many people, who have so much stored in and sometimes they just let it out. Or they keep it hidden and try, all their lives, to maintain a facade. Choose who you’ll be, very wisely. Maintaining a facade, is hard work.