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http://www.thesahara.net/starving.htm

When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;



Hina will be back in June. Allah be your protector!

Ack ptuuu!!

Aright, I skipped my lunch today. Don't feel like touching food, oh no, no, no (chocolates, ahem, are of course an anomaly) ... to begin with ... I didn't have any idea that we will be forced (yes, forced) to dissect cockroaches today. I was completely unprepared.. I mean, I did not take my gloves with me. Don't ask me anything else. I'll kick you.

My Exams

Ahem, Ahem, my exams are near, dear amigos. It's goodbye from my side. This is my last post... see you in June!! My preliminary exams start on Feb 18 and my annuals are on April 20. I'll really miss reading Ejaz, Omer, Samita, Jogia, Karl, Hijabified, Moon and everyone else!!

And oh, my sister is applying for Aga Khan University. I'm not. Medical is not for me ... science is ;)

Good News!

My play on Hijaab has been selected for a competition :) It will not win because my play is based on American culture. It is against the rules, hehe. But who cares, my ma'am just wants us to perform it!! Gotta love her!! :p

Pakistan needs me...

I don't wish to live a purposeless life. I believe I have so much that I can give to Pakistan. I very much appreciat Omer's idea about helping the teen community of Pakistan.
I must add here that I am not so fond of Pakistani boys. All they do is watch, sing and hum Indian/Pakistani shit. And well, I don't approve of Pakistani girls either. All they can do is talk about boys or some Indian super star. They are so insensible, so immature ... sometimes, I feel like giving everyone a good scourging. Why can't they see where they are going? Don't they know Pakistan is drowning in snots?
Change. This is what we need. Change. We need to CHANGE our stupid ways. Everyone should CHANGE himself individually without saying "Meray CHANGE ho janay say kia hoga" *sigh*

Poor little worms
Had a disgusting day at college today. We were made to dissect poor worms. Shish, I don't approve of violence and therefore, I my mood was kinda off. But still there was some humour in the air. My collegue was trembling terribly ... "Hina, nahin cut raha, kuch karo na!!" Allah, she was totally upset!! Yet another girl was making terrible facial expression .. eew, aagh, bleahh, eee, Sirr!!
Haha .. anyway, hope I will make the government ban dissection one day. By the way, we are not even allowed to wear gloves.
Did I mention I accidently beheaded my worm? I thank Allah that my Sir didn't see it, or really, it would have ruined my image!!

This is what I do when I'm hurt!!
When my human fellows hurt me, I run away from them ... silently and secretly to join my friends who speak to me the language of silence. I hold my arms around a not-so-tall neem tree and rest my head against one of its branches to hide my face. I weep. I weep inconsolably, but my friends ... these beautiful non-human friends don't let me weep for long. I hear the rustling of the leaves, which comes to my ear as a soft, soothing song. I lift up my head to see them (the leaves) move in a rhythm ... I press my wet eyes to control the flow of tears .... but all in vain. The wind blows gently, caressing my damp cheeks, and the sun shines a bit more brightly to evaporate my tears. I smile and sit down with my back against the tree trunk. I think about these friends and twiddle the moist grass blades ... only to feel their giggles. My eyes fall on the blooming flowers, and a sweet aroma diffuses to pep up my dull sensory cells. I feel alive again!! Not to mention the sweet songs of the sparrows ... :)

Do we have to shout?

Do we have to shout to impress the audience? Just asking. Is it necessary that we beat the desk like crazy and wave our arms in the air as if bit by an equally crazy mosquito??
Did our Holy Prophet teach us all this? Was this his way of making a speech?? Then why is it that we talk about our Holy Prophet (pbuh) in a crazy, emotional way? IF you think it's the only way to affect hearts, then think again ... our Holy Prophet (pbuh) moved many, many hearts, he never shouted or anything.

Food for your thought.

I often dream of a soft, kind society but alas, I can only daydream about it.