Dead Poets Society.

This is the title of

a 1989 movie

which truly blew my mind away.

From what I understand,

the movie is about

how an English teacher

teaches them way beyond the subject;

he in fact encourages his students to broaden their minds

and to seize the day

and how, in the process,

it affects the lives of five colorful young men, eternally.

Broaden their minds seems to be an understatement

but that will do for now.

No spoilers!

And in another words,

he teaches them how to think

instead of what to think.

Wow I don't remember the last time

I actually cried so hard while watching a movie.

It's amazing to see how, over time, each and everyone changes throughout the movie.

It's one of those movies that

make you go "DAMN" when it's over.

It's just that awesome.

Watch it. Go download a torrent or something.

I don't know.

Well, here goes nothing.

Dear crush, the first time I saw you

I thought you looked like.. a nerd.

You know, like, skema.

Days go by and we just bonded.

Just a typical one.

You talk to me and it just flows from there

and vice versa.

Well, we don't do that much anymore.

It's fine.

Things change, and so did we.

I understand.

And I couldn't care less about what effect these words could bring, anyway.

I just want to say it somewhere

since I can't say it to you.

This may sound so.. weird

but I'm really just too shy to say it to you.

Gosh, this is embarrassing 

I never expect that

you

will become

someone

who meant so much to me.

It is as if

no matter how many guys I've seen

and how gorgeous their smile is

none of them

could beat yours.

You have the cutest smile I have ever seen

and as soon as I saw it

I am so stunned I just froze

my mind went completely blank

except to say

"damn why are you so cute?"

I don't know how that can happen

much less why.

I really don't know.

How could our hearts

without our knowledge

flew to someone we can never have?

I don't know.

I wish you well.

I am an ummah of one.

Afghanistan is my home town,

Jerusalem is my heart.

I flash a Syrian smile,

I've been Egyptian from the start.

My kindness comes from Pakistan, my style Senegalese.

Yemen and Somalia join two continents at my knees.

A Mauritanian mind, Libyan legs.

Arabian disposition.

Moroccan passion,

Turkish fashion,

Indonesian precision.

My eyes peer from cashmere to a Malaysian setting sun.

My body is indivisible, I am an ummah of one.

(from Tumblr)

But in time, I will.

 From concrete to trees.

Nothing could be better than that.

Your childhood home.

I remember everything well.

For every time we arrive there

all of you would stay downstairs

while all of us would go upstairs.

All the same people, just different stories.

From children to teenagers

teenagers to young adults

young adults to young parents

and we would still sit before the tube

and troll whatever is on air.

Growing old, but forever young still.

Carrom, TV series, KFC.

The things we do when we were young by age.

And every morning after

Breakfast bought from the markets.

Together.

Oh, I remember it well.

Yesterday I looked at him.

The sun shimmered. Such beautiful, peaceful evening it was.

And once more

I saw your smile

on his face.

The same smile

the same wrinkles

the same memories.

Once again, I saw you.

How I missed you, how it hurts, how hollow it made me feel

and surprisingly, how at peace I was when I saw it

and somehow I felt that

wherever you are

you are okay.

I saw those tears again.

Tears of love felt, memories remembered, broken walls.

Once more.

I would walk out, leaving time to dry those tears.

But after a while, I feel stupid.

Tears fade faster when it is wiped away than to be left dry.

Sorrow shared is half the pain.

Happiness shared is a dose doubled.

Too bad I am too greedy to even share

Muharram at Gaza: the amazement.

Initially, this post is intended to be in my native language

but I figured, with English being among the ones widely used on the globe,

here, I'll post my thoughts.

Well truthfully I'm kind of.. shaken up

in posting about this.

After all, the net community today

is mostly filled with

'look at the amount of faaks I give'

kind of people.
I am afraid of being taunted.
Being wrong.
Being put down.

But I care about this.

Admittedly, sentiments doesn't fix things.

But I want to at least bring attention to this matter

and unite us together, and pray for them.

I truly believe, no matter what religion you believe in

or even if you are an atheist

we learn to love one another.

We want the best for each other.

Today is just like any other day

I would go to Tumblr.

It is where I learn of today's

news

trends

people

knowledge.

Amazing how fast things can spread thanks to mass media.

Today, posts on Gaza

literally ruled my dashboard

in between pics of 1D, some hipster stuff

and science stuff.

I Googled Gaza and found that Gaza has been bombed,

in defence for the bombing caused by Gaza.

So it's like

the best defence is a great offence.

If that's the case then,

it's no wonder they shot back.

If Israel can shoot a missile 'in defence',

then it's no wonder they shot back

after all that befall on them all these years.

Palestinians have been running here and there

for so many years.

Peace is just a distant dream.

Here's the thing.

Israel stole the land.

Depopulate thousands of people from there.

Tortured the residents. Kids, even.

Not to mention dropping bombs there

which inevitably took many lives.

It took many, many lives

that could have have the power to change Gaza

and later, the world itself.

It is as if all the ideas, chances, the peace

died along with them.

It's like stealing made legal

and the tortures were overlooked

and they didn't pay the price.

Now that's twisted.

Amazing how the constitution can shapeshifted into whatever form

to make this legal.

Huda Darwish - Where's the light? from Heroes of Gaza on Vimeo.

This schoolgirl could have grown up

to be a teacher,

where she could bring forth the light of knowledge and wisdom

to the incoming generations.

Amazing how a lifelong dream can be destroyed

by a stray bullet in mere seconds.


I don't like what is being done to the people
in Gaza, Syria, Rohingya.
I don't like wars.
I don't like people who disturbs the peace.
I don't like dreams being crushed to pieces.
I don't like hopes being taken away.


All my life, I prayed for everything that I have today
and I got what I prayed for, praise be to Allah.
The power of a prayer is not to be doubted.
Islam, from what I understand, is a religion of optimism,
where every setback is a chance to success and victory.
Islam is a religion that teaches that hard work
will get you a long way,
and one's condition will never change until one actually works for it.
Islam is a religion of peace,
and Muhammad (peace be upon him) is the definition of peace and love itself.
Islam taught me to do something to achieve what I want.

Surah al-Ra'd, 11.

And with this post,
I wish people regardless of faith to look at the people of Gaza;
reflect on what they have been dealing with,
look back at all the privileges we have,
and to be thankful, and pray for their peace.
Peace for Gaza, Syria, Rohingya
everywhere in the world.


I don't know how much change can be done.
But I know.. that I tried.


This is what I have observed and understand.
I truly appreciate your time for reading this.


Naive as it is, I just want peace for the world.

Just a feeling.

I don't know what word

could I possibly use to describe this feeling.

I feel happy.

I feel sad.

And yet I am content,

as if everything that I have is enough.

It all felt enough.

I feel.. complete.

I don't know why.

But I kind of like this feeling.

Praise be to Allah.

My guardian angel.

Your blood will flow in my veins

until the end of me.

I will contain your strength in my body

until there is no more left.

Your smile, I would wear on my face

as something that I can share.

I will forever remember your hands

that has for many times held mine.

Your kindness, I will follow suit

for as long as I shall live.

Your patience, I will try to practice

just like how you have been patient with us.

Your silent wisdom, I will try to achieve

by reading, just like how you have taught us since we were young.

I could find a thousand substitutes to you;

but no one could ever replace you.

However, if Allah has set that I will find

someone like you

on the face of the earth,

therefore, Papa,

my life might just be perfect again.

If I could find a mirror of you,

I might have just found my guardian angel;

because you are the only one I could trust

to protect me.

I wish, I pray,

whoever I might love someday

be it as a friend, as a family, or as a forever after

they would be just like you.

You, Papa,

my guardian angel.

Happy

what could have been your

60th

glorious

birthday.

Al-Fatihah.

A random memory.

In a memory so vivid, I remember

a stroll, together.

Maybe, one day, we could go

in the morning, when it is calm and cool.

Or in the evening, with its warmth and peace.

Or perhaps in the night; under the moon and the stars.

Distance will pull us apart,

but time will eventually bring us back together.

However far we may be

even if a few of us may have different time zones than the rest

remember that we still live under the same glorious sky.

And I pray

that He will be looking out for you.

One song is all it takes.

Lyrics | The Fray lyrics - Run For Your Life lyrics


There you go; my favorite acoustic version, the actual song and the lyrics.
Knock yourself out.


The reason I put the song here is because
this song literally shot me right through the heart.
The first time I heard it,
it didn't actually have a huge impact instantly;
but after a while it just grows on you
and the next thing you know,
everything about the song
just stuns you.


We all have a song or two
that has an impact on us.
To me, this is the one.


The lyrics, which for some unknown reason, cause me to tear up;
the harmony in the strings, the piano and the drums;
the way it was sung which gives emotion to the song in itself;
and the after-effects you feel when it ends.



All the sudden when this song plays
my whole life starts to flash before my eyes like a life-long movie
and it dawned to me then that my life is actually pretty messed up.
Mostly, my fault.
And for a good few minutes, I would just sit somewhere
and just embrace that feeling and cry myself out
and feel relieved afterwards.


Yeah, the effect on me was really to that extend.



The band is a personal favorite ever since I was 13 or 14.
They are amazing in the album,
and even more ridiculously awesome live.
I have changed my playlist for so many times;
I've included and removed metal, dubstep, house, techno, rock, instrumental
but this band stays in the playlist.


Well, to me, they are perrrrfect. Haha


The wait for the exam results has started to wreck my nerves
so I'll blog about something again after this
just to get a grip on myself.


Till then.