Maybe hopefully.

Something fell while you were walking over there.

My jaw.





Oh no my friends. I wish I could say for the first time in forever, I'm feeling anxious for I might eventually like someone. But I can't. I have felt the same agitation many times before and it used to be easier. Forgetting was as fast as a blink of an eye before and I wonder why it is no more.

Him and I may not tantamount to we in the future based on the response I have received from him. Do I move on and think negatively or do I remain optimistic and hoping? The latter is more piercing but perhaps so what? It won't take long to recover right? I've turned to forgetting always previously so it's time to change now.

I am to hold on to this dream and stay hopeful thay maybe like what Frozen reiterated, "for the first time in forever" maybe we can be better friends for at least.

Thank you for reading.

Lessons from a moment of rain

It was a sunny day and I decided to go out. I was garbed so well and prepared a lot. I had scenes in my mind of what I dream that day would bring. I dipped my foot under Mr. Sunshine's warmth and light. The rays kissed my skin and the temperature hugged my soul. Everything seemed lovely. Things was getting no less than better. It was the perfect day out. Then it drizzled. The bright blue sky turned gray. The cheerful sun hid somewhere not even my hopes can find. It hid at the same time my heart almost halted from breathing. It was a moment of truth. Well, I thought it was. It rained even more. It poured so heavily. The next thing I knew was the heaven and my heart cried at the same time. We wept over the beautiful that the day could've become. All I could understand that time was my failure. It hovered within my mind and I thought it was endless. Until that hour came. I was too tired to think, see, and feel. I engrossed myself onto the seemingly neverending pain. My friends would try to shelter me but I wanted to face the rain. I wanted to experience it. I wanted to conquer it. Where did this take me? It took me underneath the dark clouds of negligence which later on almost took the life out of me. I knew it was wrong to be negative so I enjoyed the rain. I allowed it to cleanse my dreams and washout the unimportant priorities. I learned that I wore a lot of unneccessary worries and it pulls me down. Thank God for the rain that somehow washed them away. Thank God for the gray sky because it triggered me to seek a brighter light. Thank God for the experience. I am now stronger and more enduring.

This rain was a tornado named work. It's either I let this tornado destroy me or I survive and make a living out of it.

I thought the struggle was the moment of truth. That life is not ideal and this is not to be valued. Then the real truth shone in the form of a rainbow. This is an even better picture of a perfect day out and this beautiful thing is what God wanted me to see. To those who are losing hope out there, trust what you can do and His plans for you. 

Happy Friday!

HAPPY 2014!

Hahaha! I acknowledged the changing of years almost at the end of January! How cool is that? Well I''m glad his (I don't know who) intelligence emphasized that it is better to be late than never. Hehe!

I gave my blog a new look and am to update it better now. I'm glad something struck me and suddenly I remember my password from 3 years ago.

Though I don't constantly update my blogs, I am very much updated of the blogs of those people I follow. Perhaps this shows how better of a listener I am in real life. I'm just so glad to have read these blogs and their writings are inspiring, entertaining,and really amusing! Keep it up guys and I hope to talk/chat with you. Hehe!

I am blogging because I have unlearned my fear somehow. I used to be fearful of criticisms and it led me to being tight-lipped which is sometimes disguising and coming of as narrow. I have many times failed to elaborate myself that I am frequently misunderstood. I am glad someone acknowledged my being less outspoken. If there are things we need to learn and unlearn, it isn't too late to rectify those! Let's start right way! What have you learned and unlearned recently? Feel free to comment below.

Cheers to positive change guys!

Love, Jam.

Random Post

Bismillah.

Good day everyone!

I’ve heard many times that life is unfair. Affluent people enjoy life’s goodness and treasures while paupers suffer every hour of their days. I say, you must read the next paragraph.

Once, a girl was walking her way home under the very warm sun. While taking her steps slowly and carefully she thought of how abasing the situations in her life have been. Her family’s income has lowered into half. Now she is unable to enjoy quality education, ideal meals, educational travels, more decent clothes, excessive allowance, outdoor bonding with the family, and other things ample money can buy. Her life has tremendously changed. The heart within her is longing for an answer as to why she needs to undergo such deplorable change when a familiar junk-collecting man passed by her. She saw this man heartily smiling well because he has filled his sack with glass bottles he collected from many doors. She remembers eating chicken with vegetables and fruits when this man barely ingests any. She is reminded of those times her father has made her a cup of milk while her mother prepares for her sandwiches. This man, walking towards her, is the same man who knocks every single day to her and her neighbor’s door asking for used glass bottles to acquire income.  This is the same man who is forced to finance the vices of his father and mother after getting reprimanded for refusing. This struck the girl well. She must be a madwoman for thinking that life has been unfair to her. She then realized that the state she is in actually rendered her strength and appreciation of the little things she used to disregard. The beauty of life is not measured by the things we have but can be appreciated through the things we lost or do not have. Life is most beautiful in its simplest just like how a lady and lad can be lovable without make-up.

Readers, we might have been blessed with quite a lot but just to keep our Muslim feet on the ground, there’s so much more on Earth than what we possess meaning we do not own 99.999999999999999% of Earth more so the universe. And that the rich is blessed so they may help the poor while the poor exists so the rich may maintain their genuine kindness, humility, and good heartedness. Of course there are more reasons as to why the wealthy and the not so moneyed exist. The bottom line is that the humanity is created to praise The One True God and to have faith on God because through Him and His name do hearts find peace despite the trials of the life and the grave. Wa la hawla wa la quwatta illabillah.

Puppy power

As-salamu alaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu!

Oh hi!

So this post is dedicated to the memory of our dogs. I feel bad for making this sound as if they’re dead. They’re not. It’s just that if in case they’ll souls may find peace, I’ll have an unfading and remindful memory of them. 

We have three dogs, four puppies, and seven of them are totally cute. I must’ve named them cute, Awesome, Wonderful, Kawaii, Delightful, Charming, and Amazing but no. I didn’t have the chance. Their names are Boughart, Jims, Pungge (small tailed), King, Fighter, Prince, and Princess. Awesome names still. Boughart is the fiercest we’ve got. Jims is like the sweetest dog. He loves resting his head on my foot even when I cross leg. Not only my foot but others as well. He even rests the cuteness of his face on my lap.  Pungge is a mother of four. She’s a mother, need I say more? The roles of mothers are noble.  I can’t relate to her a word other than noble (but not human-noble of course). King, Fighter, Prince, and Princess are warriors at heart. They are knights against each other. They always fight swallow-like the head of one another. My parents call this cuddling and I can’t understand how on Earth

 does putting your kin’s head inside your mouth called cuddling. Well, I guess dogs have an entirely different dictionary. That’s all about them.

Speaking of dictionary, I recently looked the word “dog”. Nothing interesting, I thought.

I clicked on this tab “types of dog” and there I found Belgian Griffon, Great Pyreness, Newfoundland, and other more I have read for the first time.

Much to my surprise I saw…

And I was like

m y    f  a  v  o  r  i  t  e

. . .

The single ladies (and gentlemen)

Everyone has experienced this state of being single

but there is a bunch of reasons to why they (we) remain so.

1.       Juvenility

Youthfulness has been blamed many a times

 for making us ineligible to comprehend matters of the adults.  

OH BOY.

Youth is also the reason for many of our restrictions. 

OH BOY.

2.       7 B’s aka Books Before Boys cos Boys Bring Babies

Lol. Please imagine an “Ana” instead of a “Harry” in the picture.

I was too tired. o_O

OH BOY.

3. Lack of self-esteem

Sometimes it ain’t the shortcomings of how we look.

Often, how we carry our selves matter more.

We often see beautiful girls date a so-and-so looking guy.

Some of us might say

“Oh she’s gotten nuts”

Or “Yea he might be filthy rich”.

But those aren’t the case sometimes.

Or most of the times.

The truth is he carries himself so well that he makes her feel good about herself.

No one wants to date a negative-vibed person anyway, right?

 No? What, you don’t think so?

You just flattered a heart by disagreeing.

Well, enjoy you disagreeing people.

Vc”,

OH BOY.

4. Self-conceitedness

As much as there are people who lack confidence, there are those who overflow of it.

He’s all that or she’s all that.

He and she is too good for you.

Actaually, this is not a healthy attitude.

Love should have no standards.

That’s because love is not selfish.

We should be ready to love others as we love our self.

I think. :o)

5. Afraid heart

There are people who are afraid of getting themselves hurt

And having their hearts broken.

Love for them is:

Scaaryyyy.

6. Focus

Some people are too focused on what they do

that they find no time for love.

7. Reservedness

The roots of this is religion.

They want to settle with the person God fated for them.

These people do their best to stay true to their religion

So they may please God.

La ilaha ill Allah!

8. The need for time

Some people loved, broke their hearts, and needed time to recover and reflect.

9. Wordly desire

This encompasses peer pressure, the want to be cool, the need for attention, the want to belong, etc.

Just like this:

End of list :o)

It's funny what airplanes can do to me.

It’s about a minute ago when I heard an airplane pass by.

I can hardly contain my thoughts. I sense memory overload. Several memories have flashed back. Few belong to the past and the majority, the product of my creative thinking. Me in Saudi Arabia and the airports of Kuwait and Thailand are tinges from the past. Me garbed lavishly alighting from a US and UK taxi respectively are thoughts woven by my limitless imagination. I can’t help to wonder if many people think like I do. Or should I question do they “over” think like I do. I think a lot. It encompasses reflections, observations, reveries, and nevertheless, dreams of impossibilities. I would like to call such dreams as inconceivable because I think they are the least to happen on me.



Love, wealth, fame—I am one of those who revere of these.

On second thought they aren’t really vital and I can do away without them. On third thought they won’t be so bad to acquire. For the fourth time I thought, but they are a world away from me and then I am reminded of the word impossible (through the will of God though, everything is possible). Believe it or not, I do have fifth thoughts--Oh why can’t they be--be mine asap. Oh sure I over think. I hate over thinking. At times, I don’t. Seldom, I am just so undecided on what to do. Then I hear another plane pass by. An airplane just drove my mind crazy, I thought. It’s funny how a plane can blow my brains off, I thought again. I remember my airport experiences, oh sweet moments. So precious, I thought. Again. Oh no. I do over think.