wasalamu`alaykum wa rahmatullahi wa barakaatuh,
I have been wanting to say this for a long time, and yesterday I had that final push. That thing that happens that makes you wish you said something sooner.
There was an event at my University that was informing the masses about a movement to divest in a country that was oppressing Muslims. To make a long story short, the event became a huge controversy and some people had to wait in line for hours, in the cold, in order to attend. Metal detectors were set up. Protestors from both sides stood holding their signs and shouting their slogans. They were encircled by metal bars, with police officials surrounding them. There were news cameras left and right, and reporters were eager to catch a shot of the people waiting in line to attend.
Being one of the first people on the…
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Which do I find more unbearable? Watching myself or listening to myself? Neither! Or, perhaps, both…depending on the situation.
It’s not easy for me to translate my current mood into a painting; there are too many thoughts in my head and too many emotions to go with them. I’m often told that I am moody…a fact I don’t deny. Which is why it is hard to me to describe my mood to anyone (never mind that sometimes even I’m unable to figure it out!)
If I inherited a dilapidated, crumbling-down grand mansion in the countryside, what would I do with it? Make a Cat Castle of course! Well it wouldn’t be a castle but a Cat Grand Mansion would work just fine.
I love laughing. I actively seek out things that make me laugh: people with a very good sense of humor (although…that’s debatable since I often feel I’m surrounded by depressed beings), things on internet that make laugh out loud, and so on. Granted that usually I am just amused with most of it and, because of that, the moment I burst out laughing is very gratifying. But if someone asks me what makes me laugh, the first thought in my mind is my best friend.
Recently I finished a serialized story which I was hoping would end soon. In fact, I would say that I was eagerly waiting for its last chapter; not because I liked it, but because it got extremely boring and I started to hate it.
So why was I reading it? Because I wanted to know the ending.