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#PrayForPeshawar

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Hi. I am a 20 year old Hindu girl from India who would want to talk about the recent attacks on 16th December 2014 in Peshawar, Pakistan.

Firstly, “INNALILAHI WA INNA ILAYHI RAJIOON” to the little bundles of joy those are now deceased. May Allah (swt) take good care of them in Jannah.

16th December will now be considered a black day both in India and Pakistan for the rest of forever.

2 years back on this ill-fated day, the Nirbhaya/Damini rape case occurred in New Delhi and it was an act of shame by few men who wanted mere pleasure. The girl died few days later at a hospital as she succumbed to her fatal wounds cause by those men.

2 years later,

One wanted to become a Doctor, one maybe a Lawyer. But after 10:45AM all those dreams were killed and so were those 131 children.

Yesterday again was an act of revenge by the so called Tehreek-e-Taliban on innocent children in Peshawar which is situated in Pakistan. Approximately 141 people passed away and out of them were 132 children and few teachers including the Headmistress who gave her life trying to save those helpless kids.

WHY STUDENTS? WHY CHILDREN? What have innocent children done to you and your families? Did children come and shoot at you? Did they wish ill upon you? Chanting “Allahu Akbar” right before shooting children does NOT make you human. Forcing children to see their own teachers’ burn in front of them does NOT make you human. This isn’t revenge. This is an understatement.

They were innocent little souls who had no idea they would be killed within minutes at their own school. A place where a child goes to meet his friends, to study, to learn something new, to have fun and enjoy. A school is not a war-zone, but you terrorists have made it one. A set of 2 people come together in unity and give birth to the future generation. That future generation is expected to grow and make their parents proud. Sadly, that hasn’t happened in this Army Public School.

Animals have a reason to kill. It may be for food or to protect themselves. People killing children are beyond words can define. It’s true that humanity is lost the minute people start a protest that says killing children is wrong.

The attack by the Taliban was in retaliation for an ongoing Pakistan Army operation against them and its allies in the North Waziristan tribal area. The TTP (Tehreek-e-Taliban Pakistan) said many of their family members had been killed in the campaign, and said the attack on the school was in revenge for those deaths.

The time line of the attack goes as follows:

  1. 05:30 GMT – Attack beganwhen a group of seven attackers, reportedly in military uniforms, entered the school.
  2. 07:11 GMT – TTP claims The gunmen were reportedly under orders to shoot older students.
  3. 07:25 GMT – Evacuation of children and teachers begins with a rescue process underway. Nearby schools start closing down.
  4. 10:47 GMT – Reports sayas many as 10 loud explosions heard at the school. Reporters say the operation underway is reaching a climax.
  5. 12:35 GMT – Eleven more teachers rescued from the school.
  6. 13:14 GMT – Another injured child succumbs to his wounds at Leady Reading Hospital in Peshawar, raising the death toll to 131.
  7. 14:12 GMT – Last gunman killed. Operation over.

Source: http://www.aljazeera.com/news/asia/2014/12/fighters-attack-army-run-school-pakistan-20141216742794184.html

If anyone from Pakistan would be reading this, I, Shreya Roy would like to send my heartfelt condolences to you people and the parents of the deceased in Pakistan all the way from Hyderabad, India. The beautiful country that have been shamed by people such as these terrorists, I ask you, the general public, to raise your voice. Raise your voice against the Government and demand answers for the souls of those departed. Blood is red for a person who dies on this side of the border or on the other side. A child’s blood is the purest and that has been shed in the most disgusting and inhumane way possible. I only hope for peace in your country and that can be done by the public speaking up for justice.

Do ask your Government to tighten up security, to remove all these terrorists that hide like foxes all around your beautiful country. I would also like to add, Islam is a beautiful religion. I know this being a Hindu and your fellow neighbour. No one can judge Islam just because there are so many Muslim terror groups out there. Not all Muslims are bad and this should be known that by blaming the wrong people does not help at all. This could be me dying someday, it could be my future children, it could be anyone.

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How Long Will I Love You?

These lyrics made some sense, cause I still don’t know how long would I love you. If forever beyond exists, until then, I would.

How long will I love you?
As long as stars are above you
And longer, if I can.
How long will I need you?
As long as the seasons need to
Follow their plan.

How long will I be with you?
As long as the sea is bound to
Wash upon the sand.

How long will I want you?
As long as you want me to
And longer by far.
How long will I hold you?
As long as your father told you,
As long as you can.

How long will I give to you?
As long as I live through you
However long you say.

How long will I love you?
As long as stars are above you
And longer, if I may.

This song has been performed by Ellie Goulding originally. Click below to watch the video.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=an4ySOlsUMY&index=5&list=PLuRHTnrC3G2lRsXoPnPVkFBK8xSl5wq33

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Final Goodbye

what a wonderful poem. ❤

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Final-Goodbye

Shared by alanah leger.

You are leaving so this is the final goodbye.
I’ll try my best to hold back the tears I want to cry.
Your journey through life now begins.
Please don’t forget my love will never end.

Like a lion, you are king of my heart.
Like a painter, you are my art.
Like an open fire burning out the cold,
you are the one I want to hold.

Although you must leave,
it is my love you will always receive.
So when your nights are cold,
and you think no one is there,
give this poem a stare,
and you’ll find I will always care.

On those restless nights,
when all you do is toss and turn,
think about me as a candle,
I will light up your heart,
because it’s with you I choose to burn.

Deeper than the ocean,
more powerful than…

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Depression

If you know someone who’s depressed, please resolve never to ask them why. Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation. Depression just is, like the weather. Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness and loneliness there’re going through. Be there for them when they come through the other side. It’s hard to be a friend to someone who’s depressed, but it is one of the kindest noblest and best things you will ever do.

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Forever

The Fickle Heartbeat

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A beautiful feature post by Single Strides.

I want to know that if I were to love you, I’d see it in your eyes before I heard it in your voice. I want to know that if I were to need you, you’d be running through the door before I ever asked. I want to know that if I were to want you, you’d be holding my hand tighter than before. I want to know that if I were to fall, you would not catch me, but would drop down and lay beside me… Forever equals on un-solid ground.

I want to know that if I were to burn of passion, you’d be the one fueling the fire and keeping it lit for eternity. I want to know that if I was to disappear, that you would be where I was going before I arrived. I want to know…

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Shock.

 

If anyone’s been following my blog, you’ll all know that I’m single & in the recovering phase from my last break up.

Basically, this article is about the ‘shock’ I received at 2AM in the morning & I actually don’t know whether that shock makes me stronger or pulls me more into depression.

This break up had already caused a lot of emotional damage but writing, talking to my friends and praying about it helped me a lot in coping up. If you read “Them Feels” and “Waiting” you’ll understand a lot more about my ex.
He chose not to respond or talk to me after he had dumped me & hung me on a thin thread or rather he threw me off a cliff. I was confused and depressed for a long time & here and there the little things around me struggled to keep me sane.

While talking to his best-friend last night, he suddenly mentioned my ex’s girlfriend. My mind was at a whirlpool that second. Girlfriend? What? Where? How? What did I miss?
And I recall exactly a week back when he mentioned to his best-friend that he missed ME, who in turn mentioned it to me.

So there you have it, he had a girlfriend right after 2 months of breaking up with me.
I think I broke down for the next 5 minutes. Just 5 minutes at 2AM. There were hours wasted on him with my tears previously but last night it was just 5 minutes. The good person I thought he was, vanished from my mind. All my confusion about the situation seemed crystal clear. I knew what I had to do. I couldn’t dwell any more on his topic. I instantly knew I had to get a grip and move on. All this while I’d wasted time that waits for none on someone who was already happily ever after dating someone else.

I don’t know whether to regret all the times I’ve prayed for his good health and happiness or to still think “oh I’m the nice girl who cares”. I don’t know whether to regret all the times I’ve wasted my time & patience on him. I don’t know.
The almost 5 months spent with him were bliss & now it feels like I’ve got sucked into a black hole after he left. Love is kind, love is happiness but love is pain. That searing pain right through your heart. That is love.

Of course, I reiterate the fact; Never expect anything from anyone, but I still couldn’t give up completely on the part that he wouldn’t come back. I thought he’d message me once.

To be honest, I felt like crap only for those 5 minutes and again when I woke up this morning. I’m at least glad I woke up. The distant picture of his face washed over my mind as I walked myself to the wash room. The thought that he’d found someone else when the last thing he’d told me was he always loved me and he’d call me one day. I felt eerily strange and resumed my daily activities not giving a care.

I survived the shock I received last night. I’m happy I didn’t react how I usually did to such things. I’m happy I woke up fine today. I’m happy to know I still have a few good people who care about me. I’m happy I didn’t lose my temper & I’m still sane. This shock actually gave me a chance to stand up. Today I didn’t bother shedding a tear. I chose to be happy.

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Eid Mubarak!

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So its Eid finally! The holy month of Ramadan has finally ended & hopefully the world suffering also ends soon with it.

I’ve spent most of my Eid’s in Dubai (Middle East) where it’s their biggest festival of all times! 16 years of spending Eid there & now in India; there’s a huge difference in the way people celebrate in both places. UAE’s a small country. Not that small, don’t take me wrong but compared to a huge country like India? Yes.

In Dubai, Eid was so beautiful. The holidays, the half days at school, iftaar parties, applying henna on your hands, shopping, sales & so on. The whole month, you couldn’t eat outside until Iftaar i.e. 6/6:30pm.

The 3 day holiday was the best part! All the malls and roads were beautifully lighted for this auspicious festival & everyone would greet each other saying “Eid Mubarak”.
In India, there is a large population of Muslims but you don’t see shops being closed till 6 in the evening cause the place is so diverse.
Dubai is diverse too but their Government is a Monarchy & India has a Democratic Government.

I miss getting boxes of sweets and greeting cards from Dad’s office colleagues who were all mostly Muslims. I miss roaming around and buying new clothes in the decorated malls. I miss going and sitting inside half-shut restaurants & wait to get my takeaway. I miss waking up at 4 cause of the early morning prayer at the Masjid. I miss having fun with my Muslim friends cause they used to get “Eidi” & treat all their friends. I miss the local food during Ramadan and Eid.
I basically miss a lot of things back home.

Being in India, honestly doesn’t feel like Eid at all. Its the same monotonous routine around me. At few places yes restaurants are lighted up, traditional food is being served, mosques and masjid’s being decorated, etc.

Ramadan is a beautiful and holy month where every Muslim man or woman, fast from sunrise till sunset. It is a time to purify the soul, refocus their attention on Allah, practice self-sacrifice, etc but it’s more than that. It is a month of forgiveness. They make peace with those who have wronged them, strengthen their ties with family and friends, leave their bad habits and cleanse their lives, thoughts and feelings for an entire month  from impurities and re-focus one’s self on the worship of God. The Arabic word for “fasting” (sawm) means “to refrain” and it means not only refraining from food and drinks, but also from evil actions, thoughts and words. Fasting is not only a physical thing, but is the total commitment of the person’s body and soul to the spirit of the fast.

I hope everyone’s had a good month of Ramadan, specially all my Muslim friends. Wish all of you a blessed Eid Mubarak ❤ Hope Allah grants you and your familiy with bundles of joy & happiness. Please don’t forget to put in a prayer along with yours for those who have suffered in this holy month of Ramadan. May their souls rest in peace.
Otherwise, have a great & happy holiday everyone!