The not so funny side of being funny!

Hello Everyone ! I am hoping you are all doing fine in your lives and blogs ūüôā I was not so active on my blog because I didn’t have much to say. My talkative mind was sober these days with my new found hobby of painting, well not so new, painting for an year now. I am not a born artist, drawing a straight line without a scale/ruler is difficult for me but I am getting better at it, though I am good with colors, love to mix and match , I do much better at canvas , just throw in some random colors, put in my palette knife and try to bring out some abstract art, my every weekend game ūüôā Sounds fun isn’t it ?

Apart from it, I want to thank you all for following my blog and reading my posts for which I am truly grateful to Almighty that out there , are some souls reading  your thoughts , connecting and responding .

The reason for today’s post: There was always one topic I wanted to write about but I never did it , always kept it for later and I think the later has come . Humour .

Humour is good , it adds an extra spark to your personality , lits the surroundings and throws in roars of laughter and keeps life light. We need humour in our lives otherwise life is too boring but have we looked beyond that light hearted humour or evaluated the cost of that half a minute’s laugh, what is the price of it, Is it expensive ,where is it coming from , who is paying the cost ? There is a darker side to it, the evil sinister side, the bad face of our society which ward offs all bad and mean things to people in name of humour and I totally hate it!¬† Pick up any comedy show and you see our comedy is nothing but¬† a true reflection of who we are . I remember watching The Comedy Nights with Kapil Sharma which was nothing but making fun of people , saying mean things to them just in the name of humour.The only difference was his characters were fictitious but his jokes were taken from real life situations and later these were¬† reapplied by our young generation in their daily lives to create fun and jibes.

Is it really funny to make fun of somebody’s size and weight , their color or face, their failures or shortcomings ?

I think it is very important to lead a mindful life , to be aware of our actions and words and their impact on us and around us. Humour is good but we need to careful and watch what are we saying in name of fun . ‘ Just kidding‘ or ‘ just joking ‘ could be injurious to you and others as well. With this internet thing people are getting really creative to make memes and being funny , what if the same joke is done on you? Perhaps it could be a no issue with you, you play it game but¬† the other might be too sensitive. Someone might be struggling with weight issues, skin issues or has a height complex , someone trying to overcome his possible shortcomings and you might just rub it in.¬† As a human being it is our duty to live responsibly and take care of not hurting others.

A humble advice out to some cool guys out there : Stop being cool and playing a bully just in name of humour, don’t hide behind it, if you have guts say those things on a person’s face and allow him/her to smash your face.

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Lost-Part 2

How do I

name this feeling

Of avoid

Of escape

From my own self.

Fearing to stand

in front of myself.

Where it is

me against me.

Where the other 

asks the account

of life’s each day !

Of life’s each moment.

And I haven’t a penny

Of any worthy actions

to fill up the wasted

baskets of time.

Life is running

out of time!

These moments 

are evaporating.

Stronger I try to hold 

 faster they slip 

out of my hands

Like the grains

of a hot sand 

 on a summer 

Saharan   afternoon .

Lost

Lost in the ocean of people

So many around but none.

The emptiness surrounds

And I ask am I the only one ?

I distract myself

to this ongoing world.

Faking a smile and

sometimes a laugh .

Daily chores and work

Is only an escape a getaway

from my constant wandering

in jungle of thoughts.

I come back home

Tired and bored.

Only to find myself

waiting on the doors!

Book Review: A Tight Rope By Sahar Abdulaziz

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I have read a thriller after a long time and it came out to be the right one , to be more precise it is a political thriller. The chapters in book are well divided based on main Characters in book. The plot is well developed , detailed enough and keeps you hooked till the end. The story gives you an inside view into lives of American Muslims post Trump Era , effects of Iraq and Afghanistan war and the rampant racial profiling and growing Islamophobia. It also highlights the flaws within the muslim society and the division which from the outside world seems so homogenous.

The main Protagonist of story is Nour Ibrahim who is a young African American Muslim woman. Nour is honest, dedicated to her work, have a vision in life and is a good speaker . Recently she has been given a task to organise a rally to mobilize public on growing racism, hatred and islamophobia. Nour finds herself juggling between work , her declining health and being stalked and threatened by a crazy bigot! How and what happens next unwinds in the book. I am not going to kill the suspense here.

My Rating for the Book: A straight 4 stars.

I am definitely going to read more of her work.

Book Review: Unveiled by Rumki Chowdhury

I am back guys , this time with a Book Review ūüôā , Thanks to Sister Papatia for introducing me to this book which I have enjoyed thoroughly . It is a collection of short poems and an essay . I would say a very poetic expression of what Hijab means to the author, breaking some stereotypes through her power packed poetry. The images used in the book adds so much more to her words . The name of book is Unveiled , though it is all about the Islamic Veil -Hijab , I was wondering why she chose this name and smiled then thinking why not , the Author has unveiled her heart writing this book. The book is well divided into 3 sections ( Body , Mind and Soul) which gives an overview of Hijab inclusivity to all aspects of person’s life who is wearing it . I loved how the contrast is shown about Hijab as people conceive it as symbol of oppression while the person who wears it sees it as symbol of liberation from all peer pressures of conformities. There is also her Hijab story at end of the poems which reminds me so much of my Hijab story . Every time I read someone’s Hijab journey, I walk down the memory lane again . The book is simple, well written and heart touching. An inspiring book for all Hijabis and women in general. A small book but impactful !

My Rating for the Book: 4/5

The book is anyone who is a Poetry lover and also for people who are curious to read Hijab stories.

You can find her book on links below :

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Blog and Life updates

This has been one hectic year until now, lot of things happening in life so eventually very less happening on my blog ūüôā Its been 5 months now ¬†we have shifted from Brussels to a smaller town, away from noise and traffic to a quieter place. The shift from apartment to a house took some time to get habituated and adjusted to bigger rooms , less cosy though. There were weekends spent in shopping for the interior decor for the home and then deciding ¬†what to place where. The setting ¬†remain same for only a week ¬†and then ¬†it was changed again. The best part for me to live in a house is the garden , it’s a pity ¬†summers are short here nevertheless we have enjoyed our first summers in our new home. We have grown some potatoes, tomatoes ,ginger and garlic.

If you has been following me on Instagram , then you know we have quite frequents visitors to our home . There was a black and white calico cat coming to us quite often ¬†and now we have another black cat whom we call ‘Bagheera‘ living in our garden from a month. The former belongs to one of the neighbors and this one we are not sure is stray or not . ¬†Today morning I saw another Black Cat eating from her food bowl while she watching him(I presume :D) ¬†lovingly .

We also have some fishes in the pond and every time I see them near the pond my heart sinks ! but they just go there to drink water and fishes are safe so far. By the way these cats refuse to drink from the water bowl I have kept for them. I was worried for the fishes but the ex-owner assured me the cats in neighborhood are trustworthy . Another of the neighbor has a rabbit , and he told us the cats are playing with their rabbit sometimes ! I think since these cats are well fed so they are not into hunting business yet as most of the people are keeping food for these cats in their gardens irrespective of the fact if they are the cat owners or not. I really pray that they remain this innocent always ūüôā . The other day we bought a ‘mouse’ toy for Bagheera but she ran away when she saw it coming towards her instead of playing ! Apart from that I have taken up painting for weekend, enjoying it so far ,you can check few of them in pictures below .

Hope you all are doing well as well. See you soon with another Blog post.

 

 

 

Just Another Post by Woman in Hijab

There are everyday struggles of ¬†Hijabi Women that only they can understand. They is always a lot of noise in media for the word ‘Hijab’ and ¬†it remains a debatable topic not only outside but within the muslim community itself. I as a Hijabi feel more accepted in my non Muslim friends or environment than among the Muslim ones I have met lately online and this is really bothering me. Where the heck are we going as a Muslim society ? ¬†Recently someone shared some Videos about successful Hijabi Entrepreneur and ¬†with the following comments ( in one of the social media groups of Muslim Women Achievers)

‘ I find these Hijabi Women very shallow and pretentious ‘

‘I have a problem with word Modesty that they use every time ¬†‘

I wouldn’t give a damn had it been any x ,y sharing it but the very fact that it is coming from ¬†educated muslim women who have successful professional careers and making a mark in various fields. Probably the real sense of education hasn’t reached them yet if they cannot have inclusivity of all muslim women and cannot respect others . The worse happens when these women get the chance to speak for the rest of the community . ¬†They just end up making more confusion for the rest of the world. I certainly dont feel part of that ‘Educated Muslim group’ ¬†anymore , neither I feel welcomed , it is doing more harm to me than good when I read such messages being shared and empathized. ¬†I dont see any room for discussion either, because their nose is kept somewhere too high and probably you are lying down somewhere to be saying anything to them or be of any worth to be listened to .

However  it is more hurting  to realize it is the mirror of our society with in our own  community. If there is no acceptance and tolerance with in , How can I complain about the the outside world ?  Well, this was my experience and probably sounds more a rant but I had to pen it somewhere before it gets too much on my nerves I really wish yours to be better than mine.

For those who make such comments , I want to tell them that as a Hijabi ¬†I am not wearing it because I want to show off my religion. I just feel it is the right thing to do for me, and I am not saying that you are wrong for not doing it. If I feel the tangible aspect of my modesty comes with my Hijab along with my behavior and actions , ¬†it doesn’t imply you are not modest if you dont wear one. What I feel and do is for me alone, so just let me be myself. ¬†Please dont assume things and create a strong opinion ¬†against it. Shallowness or depth is also seen by the judgement or opinions that you give about others. Why dont you just talk to next Hijabi woman you meet, instead of keeping prejudiced views. ¬†We all need to come together and accept each other ¬†first before asking the world to stop judging us. There are so many issues to be worked upon than just fighting over Hijab or not talking to someone or working with someone who wears a Hijab or Niqab.

I am so thankful to all my readers for your continuous support on my blog ! Happy Blogging !

Interview with Author M.K. Johnston of ‚ÄėHalal Comfort Food‚Äô and the GiveAway ‚ÄĒ From World’s Kitchen

Hello people, I hope you are all good and healthy . Today we have a special guest on our Food Blog, and the post is not a normal recipe post. We are doing a Book Giveaway and interview with Author Mindy Johnston . ‚ÄėHalal Comfort Food‚Äô is her debut work which has a guide for¬†[‚Ķ]

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Lunch Saga

If you have been following my lunch stories you know what I mean just after reading the title of the post . It’s been a while I haven’t posted , nothing much has happened . Many of my lunch mates went to India or elsewhere for their vacations ¬†so there wasn’t much happening . ¬†I am now no longer the only female in the group, we have a additional member recently added and I am happy about it, that means a ¬†bit less of political discussions on the table.

Yesterday one of the lunch-mate asked on our lunch group if any of us can bring him lunch  since he is returning from holidays this morning and will not be able to cook. The food in the cafeteria is not really great as someone would love to eat so I took the burden on my little shoulder and raised the hand to help. Bringing food for the colleague is nothing bad until you have to stand in the queue near microwave to warm for  them as well so I had in total of 3 boxes to warm up. Normally the patience of people has already died when they are near those cursed microwaves . One out of four is still not functional. Nobody cares to replace them or fix them, the government offices works the same way I guess be it India or Belgium.

While I was warming up my boxes one after the other, the people behind me in the queue were getting more restless ,checking the timer button every two seconds to see much time is still remaining to wait for. So there was this Mr.Impatient ¬†who was behind me waiting with his little box to warm up, He could not control when I put in my last box to warm up , he ran away to the next microwave because the guy there had just left and there wasn’t any queue , There are in total 10-15 steps distance between that two microwaves, so while he was almost flying to reach there, two people from behind ¬† ¬†emerged and stood in front of that microwave , finally he was third in queue when he reached there. ¬†I felt sorry for Mr.Impatient , wicked Murphy played well for him, couldn’t stop my evil side to laugh as well !