Mr. Mason

                                               


A small dainty jar named Mason.

At the back of my dark little cupboard.

With tiny little fishies swimming inside,

each one with a secret in its belly.

All little fishies swimming together,

over here over there just plain all over.

Secrets getting switched and turned and traded,

when all little fishies huddle together.

Small little fishies, small little secrets.

Big fishies however, too big for my Mason.

Too big for my cupboard, too big for my words.

When hurt comes visit, one fishy comes in.

When joy taps and knocks, so does another.

When I can't make sense, more fishies come in,

they keep coming in,

but probably never out.

How many fishies are there in my Mason?

How many more,

 is that a question?

Here's a question;

how many are there in yours?

Alhamdulillah for another year to come!

 

Life is like a set of mysterious stairs.

You just keep on climbing it, without seeing its end.

You hold onto its rail- trusting where it'll bring you.

Sometimes you feel like giving up, not wanting to continue climbing it.

Sometimes you'll feel like you've had enough of the mystery, silently tilting your head upwards, trying to see what's there- in the end.

But each time you failed. Because the stairs won't let you peek.

It says, "hard work forever pays, be patience, me love."

So every time, you hold onto those words- and its rail.

Because you believe, that eventually, it'll all pays in the end.

It'll be worth it.

You will see what's there- in the end.

But as for now, you just have to keep climbing.

With trust and patience, you'll make it.

God knows I know, you'll make it.

Love, Book

Noiseless

Rare personalities...

I guess you could say that rare is every personality that ever was or is.

But there are some that just intrigue... more than usual. More than the others.

They could attract a mass of people, 

or a handful few,

or just a couple.

But their magnet locks, sometimes with others sometimes with you.

And you can't help but get drawn into curiosity. The kind that could easily get intense.

These personalities, they could be loud, inviting, transparent...

but then there are the quiet ones. That sometimes appeal even more.

A quiet attraction. Subtle. Mysterious. Not opaque, but rather translucent. They may reveal, but you still feel like they're hiding.

And it bugs you.

It knocks on your head.

It taps on your wrist.

You don't shake it off easily.

And you wonder how. How they could pull on your strings, when you don't even realize you had strings.

Fascinating. This group of people. Who don't even try.

Fascinating.

Wanna Code?

                                        

Lately I've been quite interested in coding.
I have absolutely no idea on how to code, or even any basic knowledge of it but from what I've read, it's a pretty useful language to learn.
Mainly because technology is everywhere and we use computers for almost everything, so I can understand how it can be of a leverage, you know. Knowing how to code in this era.
Maybe because our country is still developing so we don't really put any emphasis on this type of science so I have decided to do a little something for myself and learn how to code.
It might get boring, I might feel like giving up in the middle of the way (I'm not really into technology, I am a thousand miles away from being tech-savvy) but I think that it's a pretty cool thing to learn.
I'll just think of it as another language. Like Japanese, or French, or Arabic, we just have to give it a shot sometimes and just go for it if we really want to try.
Sooo.... anybody up to join me?
I looked for free tutorials and I heard Code Academy is really good. I might sign up tomorrow.
Looking forward to see if I have what it takes to learn code.
They all say you don't have to be a genius to do it, you just gotta know your basic math.
So they say.
Okay then, here goes nothing.

Sky Poking

                      

By any chance,
are you one of those people who tilt your head back but not to check if it was raining?

By any chance,
are you one of those people who look up at the space above us that some people call the sky, and others call canvas, and see things you never expect to see?

By any chance,
are you one of those people who observe and make out shapes out of clouds or birds, or dust of stars? Not to fill your boredom, but because you want to?

By any chance,
are you one of those people, who only need a moment or glance, to see a millennia into the past or the future, among the vast open space above your noggin?

By any chance,
are you one of those people who feel a connection through your being and existence, when you see the colours gradually changing in the place where the stars and the clouds live?

By any chance,
could it be that you and I share an indescribable pleasure in the luxury of sky-watching?

By any chance at all,
could it be that you are one of those people?

Because I think, it just might be, that you are.
And probably, I am too.

Wazzap ma peepols

Okay, I noticed that nobody wrote anything for the past few weeks. Why. Too busy ah? 
Haha, we all knew this day would come.
And it has.
So there.
Anyhow, I'm writing just to keep the blog alive. Not exactly sure what to write about though. Since we're all doing our tertiary studies I don't exactly want to add to the mountain of academic pressure so let's choose a more relaxed topic.

Ramadhan? I think it's a pretty relevant topic right now, let's go with that.

So ramadhan this year is... well a few things.

Numero uno, this year's ramadhan is very, very hot. I guess you could call it a blessing because the more hardship we go through the more we get rewarded, In Sha Allah :) But alhamdulillah, things are not as tough as what's going on in Karachi. (make dua for em)

Numero dos, two of us are spending most of our ramadhan away from the comfort of our sweet little bear cave called home. To book and cookie, I hope you guys treasure this year's ramadhan and all its memories. Scratch that, I hope we all do the same. At home, near home, not home at all, nevertheless we are all going through different experiences. Good or bad, come what may, we're just gonna have to endure it all anyway so make the best of it!

Numero tres, I have no idea why, but I personally feel like this year's ramadhan is ... scary. I don't know, maybe I started this holy month on the wrong foot, or I have done things, or I'm just I dunnoooo but whatever it is, I'm scared I might miss the opportunity of experiencing and making total use of a truly blessed month. I remember missing ramadhan SO MUCH last year and I was just waiting for it to come and visit again and now that it's here, the hype doesn't feel the same. I NEED TO WORK ON MY IMAN. So much work. Let's all take a lesson from me. Our iman needs constant feeding and improvement. Don't take it for granted, no mater how little you think you have left in you.

Numero quantro, (haha okay, counting in spanish is safe for me so far, i can only count up to 6 to be frank)...umm.... I dunno, guys. I miss you? Everybody's here and there and doing this stuff and doing that stuff and people are living their own lives which is totally awesome but yeah I can't help feeling lonely at times, we all do. Is that part of growing up? It kinda sucks a little. But I know you guys are okay so farrrr.....And I can also sense that we're gonna be okay. A little messed up here and there, bits and pieces scattered around but we'll end up okay. In Sha Allah.

Kay, that's all.
Bye.

P.S. I might start writing a lot cuz i really need to practise my english so heads up. Sorry.

Bye. For real.
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