Author: Moniba

Our body tell us how to live…?!

We have two eyes and one tongue, which means we need to look twice and speak once.

We have two ears and one mouth, which means we need to listen more than we talk.

We have two hands and feet, and one stomach, which meeans we need to work twice as much as we eat.

We have two major brain parts, left and right, and one heart, so we shhould think twice but trust once. 

Isn’t it amazing that our body parts remind us of how we should live?

Think about it…..

Broken things…

Allah uses broken things beautifully…

  • Broken clouds pour rain.
  • Broken soil sets a field.
  • Broken crop yields seed.
  • Broken seed gives bread.
  • And broken people….if they’re determined to collect their pieces and stand up as a whole person,  always turn out in a much better shape which is beneficial for themselves, and the world around them…

If at some point of life, you feel internally broken…or even externally, understand that Allah is planning to utilize you for some noble purpose. And He will help you get through it! But…you have to trust Him. In every twist and turn of life.

Life goes on…

{Silently sitting by the window, I realized… In life, we all have an unspeakable secret, an irreversible regret, an unkept promise, an unheard request, an irreplaceable loss, an unreachable dream, and an unforgettable love… still, life is about being happy anyhow, because everything in life can be summed up in just three words…. “IT GOES ON…”}

Vanished Memories!!!

Vanished Memories!!!.

This is a poem written by Tiny Toes, whose poetry blog I really liked… There’s a link to it on her blog, do visit. But this one particular poem….I can relate to it. I love it. Tribute to tinytoes.

The question that appears here is…… how to forget memories like these? How to forget painful experiences, depressing thoughts and memories? Well, one way would be to use the wonderful forgetting pills which erase painful memories forever and probably cost a ton. Or we could just not think about it or…get a therapist to do something. Then another question which pops into my mind is… Is it easy to just not think about it? No, definitely not. But maybe with practice. And enough determination. Then again, it’s probably easier for the people with magical memories which tend to remember only the good stuff, and forget the pain.

The questions don’t end here. Here’s one more. Do we want  to forget them? Or should we want to? In my opinion, no. As Moment Matters said in his post, every single  moment of my past life constitutes to who I am today. And if I’m okay with who I am today, I wouldn’t want to forget any moment.[ Moments matter 😉 ]. Instead, I’d try learning from each one of those memories. And maybe stop it from happening again with me, or with anyone else, if it’s too late for myself.

And even if I’m not content with or happy with who I am today, even if I don’t like myself, which I don’t… I’d still not want to erase them. Of course I’d wanna erase the really bad stuff which is seriously unhealthy and I think I’d have been a much better and much less disturbed person without it… But then there are some memories…which have some really good moments linked to them…which I do not want to let go of. Ever. Even though they didn’t end good. But still, no, I wouldn’t want to erase even the bad parts of those memories……. I’m very sure of that.

Because we have “Brains”!

It was a sports stadium. Eight children were standing on a track for racing.

Ready! Steady! Bang!

With the sound of the pistol, all the girls started running. They had hardly covered 10 to 15 steps, one girl slipped and fell. Due to pain, she started crying. When the other seven girls heard her, they all STOPPED running, STOOD for a while, turned BACK and RAN toward her. All seven girls lifted her, pacified her, joined hands, and walked together to the winning-post.
Officials were shocked! Many eyes were filled with tears. It happened recently. The race was conducted by National Institute of Mental Health. All participants were Mentally Retarded. What did they teach? Teamwork, humanity, Sportsman spirit, love, care and equality.

Surely we can never do this, because we have “brains”!

Writing soothes me…

I realize now why I write, or feel the urge to write, whenever i’m blue, nostalgic, or depressed… It soothes me. It helps me think clearly. It helps me organize my scattered and jumbled thoughts all knotted into a huge ball of  bits from everywhere into somewhat neat and relatively understandable piles.. And sometimes, it even helps me cry. Crying is good, you know. Not all the time though. Just sometimes… When we feel burdened with emotions and thoughts…. Tears help.

 “Writing is the best way to talk without being interrupted”. Jules Renard

When I write, I feel calm… I let my emotions go with what I write. There is no one to interrupt me, no one to tell me if i’m wrong, no one to tell me what they think! It’s just me, my pencil, and some blank pages…..

Through joy and through sorrow, I wrote. Through hunger and through thirst, I wrote. Through good report and through ill report, I wrote. Through sunshine and through moonshine, I wrote. What I wrote it is unnecessary to say.
Edgar A. Poe

I write down whatever comes to mind at the time, and i’m not talking about blogs. Blog-writing is different for me. It’s a serious matter. But when I write for myself, just my own self, if i’m too happy and can’t contain my feelings, or too sad or depressed.. I write down whatever it is that’s bothering me, I write down the memories where the problem stems from. I write down what I feel…what I think…It helps me sort out my thoughts… And after I’ve written m heart and brain, but mainly my brain, out on the paper…I feel light!  I feel like this huge burden has been lifted off of me in form of lead and tears…

Exam rush: zero concentration, and quarter preparation.

Hello readers! 
It’s 12.35pm here and Tuesday the 22nd.

My final exams start on the 5th of June.  And guess what?? I just can’t study!!! I know the statement is cliché but hey, its cliché for a reason! I open my books, keep my notes in front of me, and then….I just sit there reading, but nothing gets in. So after a while I get up, very frustrated, and then I don’t feel like touching the books for the rest of the day. I think I’ve tried every technique I could think of. I changed the place, tried making the environment neat and a little more comfy, calm, I tried getting fresh and starting again, I tried emptying the contents of my brain on a paper then starting again, I tried doing something else for a while and then coming back to the books, I tried snacks with it, I tried talking to friends about the syllabus, I tried studying different subjects…..but nothing seems to work. I can’t concentrate. It might have something to do with all the distractions I still have, but really, I like those, and don’t want to remove them. I know that even if I do, I’ll just become more lazy.

Suggestions anyone?

Putting a finger on “It”


What could it be? That which is missing from most of our lives. The soul, the purpose for everything…the bigger picture of whatever we do. The thing that all of us, deeep inside, really do yearn to get back. It’s the presence of God. Of gaining his favor…and doing everything for the very purpose.

The simple truth; we “need” God in our lives. And you know what? Everything straightens itself out when we have Him with us. Because God doesn’t burden anyone more than they can handle, though He does give us some obstacles and tests to survive through, because guess what? This life is a test in itself. The whole of it, everything and every aspect of it is here to test us, to see how much we can take, for Him. And it is very short… And the life after death? Yes it exists. Well that one’s eternal. An Eden for those who succeed in this world, and a hell for those who don’t.

Something’s missing from Everything!!…

I’m not alone, I wish I was.
Cause then I’d know, I was down because
I couldn’t find, a friend around
To love me like, they do right now.
They do right now.
I’m dizzy from the shopping malls
I searched for joy, but I bought it all
It doesn’t help the hunger pains
and a thirst I’d have to drown first to ever satiate
Something’s missing
And I don’t know how to fix it
something’s missing
And I don’t know what it is
At all

It’s like something really essential is missing from life. And not just MY  life!  But everyone’s life, everyone I see around me, everyone I meet or talk to, relate to… Something is Missing. Where is the soul of everything that we do? It seems lost. The reason – the purpose of living, has taken a backseat in our lives. Now we’re just living for the sake of living, and because suicide is a sin.

That thing which is missing? You know, the one that I’ve been talking about in the entire post? It is a vision. A purpose. A mission. An aim. A picture. The Soul…Of Everything.  Which we’ve forgotten, or maybe chosen to forget. And now… We miss it. Yearn to get it back, something to fill the void which cannot be filled with anything but It. 

Now to put a finger on “It”… The thing I like to call, the bigger picture. There has to be something that we do everything for. Something bigger than us, bigger than money, bigger than the bright red plus sign, bigger than love, bigger than hate and all other infinite emotions…..bigger than anything and everything!!

Now I know what it is…but that’s for another blog… Any thoughts about it??

Who I am..

“Fond of tradition, but attached more to the joy of human interaction, you are often a beacon of hope to those members of society who have lost faith or who are in need of succor. You are often emotional, and this emotionality is rarely held in check. Kind and helping by nature, when affronted you will explode, and just as suddenly when the pain has passed return to normalcy again. On occasion this quick and vibrant emotionality is translated into a life on the stage or screen. You have a strong sense of right and wrong, but can sometimes be left confused and uncertain in times of stress or when tough decisions must be made. You avoid conflict, tending to stay out of trouble in hopes that the group will benefit most from this behavior. Because you have trouble putting your own needs first, you will be put in much stress if you find yourself in an unequal relationship, one in which your partner is not as giving as you are.”

I like to look good, but I don’t like to go with whatever they say is fashion, because fashion seems pretty stupid sometimes…really. I like to bake so you might see some posts about that too. And since man worships the past, you might see some nostalgic posts, memories haunt me. And I like to ponder upon random questions, happenings…joining the dots, so you might as well expect that.

Now wouldn’t you say everyone loves to talk about themselves?! I do. 🙂