Beauty

Blogger’s Challenge #10-– 20 thoughts.

Define insecurity: -

According to the dictionary:  Uncertainty or anxiety about oneself.

According to what I see: Walking on a wire so you can feel visible but then you end up in an utter mess.

All of us have insecurities that made us doubt everything around us including our souls, but we should try our best to overcome them because they’re nothing but a shallow dark hole that hold us back from exposing our beauty.

There are lots of reasons that can make you forget your insecurities because they are nothing but an illusion.

1. Don’t be ashamed to show your true colors because there will always be people who won’t accept the fact that you can be the best.
2. Get a pen and a paper, write about what makes you insecure and then crumble that piece of paper or burn it, then promise yourself that you won’t let those traits control your life.
3. There’s nothing called “perfect” so don’t bother by listening to what other try to point out because no one was born flawless.
4. Every human being was born for a purpose. Every creature has a job that need to be done so life can go on. Find what’s your purpose instead of looking after what makes you perfect.
5. “I was born to stand tall” repeat that sentence to yourself until you believe it.
6. Write your dreams somewhere you can see it all the time. It’ll remind you that you have main tasks that need to be achieved.
7. You can’t change everything you don’t like but you can accept it and move on.
8. Every time you feel scared remember that god is up there and he’s willing to listen to you at anytime.
9. Surround yourself with people who make you happy.
10. Say “I love you” to the ones you love more often. Make them feel loved because love offers safety and sense of belonging.
11. Offer your hands for the ones who need your support so they can offer theirs when you need help.
12. Live like you’re going to die tomorrow because every second counts on the clock that’s ticking.
13. Don’t live up to media standards because media is a game that tries to manipulate our minds.
14. You’re born free; don’t let the negative image of yourself captivate you.
15. This is your life, you got the right to make mistakes and to repeat the mistakes till you learn the lesson.
16. Stand for your own dependence because you’re the one who’s running your life.
17. Sometimes haters going to point their guns at you, but you have to walk out of that fight as a winner.
18. It’s fine to have weak moments, it’s okay to cry and it’s aright to let it out but don’t hurt yourself.
19. You get accepted and loved by being you.
20. Don’t judge your beauty because there are people who see you as beauty itself. Your smile, your eyes, your hair and your laugh. You are beautiful.  

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Please take a look at this video that inspired me to write about this topic and I’d like to thank @BadLuckB5eet for sharing such an inspiring video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_LFYrXqXqo

Hope and Love

Maitha the Parrot

God's Creation

As humanity moves forward we must see signs of development, not only in industries and technology but also from every side that’s related to our lives. Lately I’ve noticed an issue that had been there for a long time but recently I started facing that issue more often. It bothers and saddens me to see such matter still exists between societies. Racism, I’m not talking about white and black kind of racism not that it doesn’t upset me but about people who define you based on the place you come from in general.

Almost a year ago I had a conversation with one of my friends and she showed me how disgusted was she from another person because that person isn’t “Pure blooded” and by that I mean not made of 100% Arabic blood -funny isn’t it? It sounds like a muggle and wizard talk- the only thing I said was, “That woman and I have the same family name, do I disgust you?” She was in shock because she didn’t expect that kind of question from her friend, she responded by saying “No you’re different!” as if that’s a good excuse but yes! I am different; all of us are different though we have some things in common:

          I.         We are god’s creation.

        II.         One day we’ll die and we won’t be able to take anything with us to that dark space called “grave.”

     III.         We’ll either go to heaven or hell, and at that moment our “blood” won’t intercedes in that matter.

I’m writing this based on a personal experience because there are some people who treated me and other people based on our race. The amusing part is that they end the conversation with “just kidding” but we know that they meant it and it hurts! You know why? Because they’re like mirrors that look at the outer appearance but don’t bother looking at what’s underneath.

Couple of days ago the exact thing happened to me again where a friend mocked my accent blaming my origin but this time I didn’t shut up, I attacked her saying “That’s who I am and I don’t care about what others think.”

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My point is that no one should be judged and none of us have the right to judge any person based on that perspective. All of us are humans with hearts that are filled with emotions. Don’t let a ridiculous subject come between you and any other person.

Salman al Farsi was “Persian” but prophet Mohammed -peace be upon him- informed him about his place in heaven, but Abu Lahab who’s “Pure blooded” god showed us his fate in surat al Masad.  

)يا أيها الناس ! إن ربكم واحد ، وإن أباكم واحد ، ألا لا فضل لعربي على عجمي ، ولا لعجمي على عربي ، ولا لأحمر على أسود ، ولا لأسود على أحمر ، إلا بالتقوى ، ( إن أكرمكم عند الله أتقاكم( ، ألا هل بلغت ؟ قالوا : بلى يا رسول الله . قال : فليبلغ الشاهد الغائب ( 

الراوي: جابر بن عبدالله المحدث: الألباني - المصدر: صحيح الترغيب - الصفحة أو الرقم: 2964

We're god's beautiful creations.

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Hope and Love

Maitha the Parrot

He's Gone

Blogger’s Challenge #9 – True Story.

Some of us write to please or inspire others while some write to express themselves but I write cause I enjoy doing that, I enjoy sharing my life with everyone. My blog is my journal, everyone is welcomed to take a look at my life, I have nothing to hide. Since this is my journal, I’d like to share with you a small piece of my life.

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I can remember the last time I saw him, we were on the beach with the entire family; He lost the ability to speak almost a year ago but still we used to find words when we stared at his eyes. His voice still rings in my ears, I remember how he used to tell each one of us “I love you” and we knew he meant it, I also remember how he used to lecture us about staying up all night watching horror movies, but whenever he came in I run to the kitchen or hide in the room. I hated seeing him angry cause I loved his smile more.

I remember every part of him and the beautiful memories he gave us. I remembered it all too well when we were at his funeral; I hated remembering them because now they’re something I no longer have and at that moment I wished it was me who was going to the grave instead of him. It was five in the morning when my mom informed about the death of the one who raised her and helped her in raising me. Uncle Ali was our angel, the man who made us smile even if we didn’t want to and somehow he didn’t lose that affect till now.

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Life is a battle, sometimes we win to smile and sometimes we lose to learn a lesson; but this time I went through one of the darkest battles that made me cry blood and bleed agony. I lost something that defined me, I lost a man who made proud me of being a woman, and he believed that I’m extraordinary and I believed that too cause I know that I have to trust what this great man believes.

But still part of me still can’t believe that he’s gone forever because I can still feel his last hug’s warmth. I don’t know how long will it take to get used to his absences but I do know that he’s in a better place right now, cancer won’t hurt him anymore. I still feel pain because I can no longer see him but I feel better when I realize that chemicals won’t touch his precious body ever again. I miss him and every sweet feeling that’s associated with him but god took him away for a good reason and one day we’ll be reunited again.

Mu uncle’s death taught me several things. What you have today might leave tomorrow without warning or informing you and your life shouldn’t stop because that thing was gone. Nature doesn’t stop for anyone or anything it keeps going on.

Lot of you lost someone they loved and I hope one day you’ll meet them on the other side but until then.. I want you to stay strong cause IT GETS BETTER.

Hope and Love

Maitha the Parrot

   

Bring It On

6AM the alarm rings but he searches for his phone to shut it instead of hitting the snooze button. Ali promised himself “five minutes only.” but those five minutes ended by knocks on the door, Ali jumped out of his bed just like everyday to see it’s 7:30AM, thirty minutes till his math class starts. He moved out of his bed hating himself for staying up late.

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Mohammed spotted Ali’s messy black hair and dark shades as he walked out of his car. “You stayed up till the dawn, missed the math class and drove your car when you’re seventeen only. What’s next Ali?” Ali didn’t even bother looking at his best friend, “How many times shall I remind you that you’re not my guardian.”

Ali breathed and entered his psychology class; he sat at the back with his shades on. Mr. Thomas stared at Ali, “Mr. Ali this is school, save your cool shades for college if you got into one.” Ali smiled at his teacher then stood up, “My cool shades and I are out of your class sir!” He walked out and slammed the door behind him. That’s how Ali dealt with things; he was good at running away from anything that had to do with his future.

Ali was known for his inattentiveness, “caring” was his enemy that’s what all of his friends said about him.

After kicking himself out of class and attending classes physically but mentally he was in Miami relaxing by the sunny beach, Ali finally reached home. “Your principle called and said that you missed your first class, kicked yourself from the psychology class, your grades are low and more complains about you. What’s next Ali? Have mercy on me I’m tired! I gave you everything you asked for, why can’t you let me have a peaceful mind? I want you to graduate and join a good college! Listen Ali, consider this as a last warning, I’m done being nice to you.” He sighed and turned his back to his son. “I’m sorry, this is the last time dad.”  Ali responded with a cold tone, colder than a rainy day on December.

Ali slammed his room’s door just to show the anger he was hiding behind the coldness. He thought that a warm shower could wash the fury away.. Water started dripping on his face, his wet hair covered his eyes that forced him to shut them and float away “Damn those three months won’t pass.” He whispered to himself as he heaved through his lungs. Nothing worried him like his future; he doubted his abilities just like everyone did.

He looked for his blackberry, shook his head so every water droplet dry away from his soft black hair. Ali buried one hand between his hair as the other hand was busy dialing Abdalla’s number. “Hey!” Ali screamed, “3bood before you speak, you either find a place to party or we’ll throw a party at your place. I want to lose my mind tonight!” Abdalla replied calmly, “3loo relax man. You have assignments, school, not to mention your awesome school record, you’re like the perfect student.” Ali interrupted Abdalla’s jokes, “Sorry Mr. Know it all, I’ll find someone who understands how is it like to be seventeen.” “Dude I was kidding! How about we spend the night roaming in Abu Dhabi, a calm fun night so you can rest later. I’ll call Mohammed, Fares and the others.” Abdalla thought that’s the best solution. “Fine, but you pick me up cause I can’t take my car, I don’t want to start another episode of “Ali is careless.”” He whined.

After forty minutes, Ali wore his blue jeans, a grey V neck shirt and ran out before anyone saw him, he hates to be interrogated before going out.

Ali got into Fares’ car; Station Lexus crowded by his pals. Ali kicked Abdalla to the back seat then he rested his back on the fancy brown-leathered seat and pulled his cigarettes pack out of his pocket, Fares barked “No smoking in my ride.” Ali stared at him and smiled while he was lighting the cigarette; Fares laughed, “Yeah, Ali will listen to what I say.” That was Ali, a reckless boy who brought joy to everyone even when he’s irritating.

After a long peaceful ride Mohammed broke the silence “Ali, how about we open the car’s sun roof, go out of it and scare random people.” No one knew Ali like Mohammed, he knew that there was something wrong with his best friend, and he thought that scaring people would make his friend feel better.

They took off their caps and stood out, Ali extended his arms and told Mohammed, “7amood, will you be my Jack?” Mohammed laughed and fell down cause Ali won’t stop pushing him.

Ali kept his arms in the same position, he asked Fares to speed up a bit so the wind can hug his face and let his hair sway. At that moment Ali promised himself that he’ll always be a reckless dreamer no matter how hard life gets. He believed that his dreams are achievable and nothing can take that away from him. Ali whispered, “Tomorrow, bring it on.”  He smiled while his eyes were closed.

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Hope and Love

Maitha the Parrot