Day 4

Can’t take this pain
Ya Allah make it go away
Without You I can’t live another day.
-eva626

The point is, ‘Trust Allah and seek His help’

Salam. Peace!

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Ignore the fortune.

Hello,

   I’d like to write a serious normal post for you all…or even for myself. The time is exactly 1:41am here in New York [as I typed the time atleast]. I have been a-not-so-motivated-person for the beginning of this summer break that has been granted to me, Alhumdulilah. However, yesterday I did try, mind you. I went to sleep early; in our home this means around 11:30pm. I did fall asleep, which didn’t make sense, since I woke up super late that day. The next morning I woke up at 5:15am. It was an accomplishment, but then I wanted to sleep for a bit more, because my darn ego wasn’t very satisfied. I layed there for a good three hours (I think), and fell asleep. But, lo-behold [is this right?], woke up around-um-idk- 12pm. And then, fell asleep at 8pm, woke up at 10:30pm. OMG. What’s wrong with me. Ugh I hate this. Urg… Dang, pardon my rage.

A poem

So a post, I have finally typed.
For this late I’m fairly hyped.
My mind likes to wonder.
Stories of the past, it ponders
It hurts, but then it doesn’t.
It can if I let it, but it mustn’t.
A fortune cookie once read,
‘Not to analyze the tales all dead’.
I laughed and just ate the cookie.
That was me ‘before’. A rookie.
Well, why should I turn my head,
For every moment, I certainly do not dread.
They make me who I am.
And as for analyzing every bit of time…
I shall keep doing so. It is that sublime.
-Eva626

Well, that took a whole other turn. Lol. It kinda does tie into this post…especially the beginning. I think. See, still not gonna stop analyzing. Dumb fortune cookie. I wish I had one right now.

Oh, a treat for you all.

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Yum.
Peace out.

Occasionally a Poet II

What is this life

Its happiness, its saddness

its chaos, its ordered

Moments of joy, moments of misery

its a smile and its a frown

its dragging and it barely stops

its inanimate, and its still real

its a test for patience, its a test for quality

its a reflection of ones existence

A mirror of what you see, not of them

but of your own journey of persistence

Life is a whiff of traveling air

It is a fork with two paths of wrong and  legit.

And, its simply what you make of it.

-Written by eva626

Expectations

Many people have a certain image or thought of others. Most good images created for loved ones or once loved ones, disappear due to broken expectations. People are people. They will live for themselves (most of the time). The best way to avoid disappointment is by not expecting much from these people. Sure, you can live a lie for a good amount of your life with the illusion of that-someone to be a certain way. Its actually false advertisement that you purchase yourself. Then once the bag is opened and you find what you were not expecting, actually the opposite of the ‘thought’ that you had created for this person, your whole world falls. Then, you must get up and face the fact that you have to stop expecting certain things from people. All in all, you learn from your mistakes. The best way to avoid such harm is to focus on yourself and not on the one sided thought that you have of others.

One line poems by eva626. Thats how we do it.

Ode to the Oppressed

Invade their home, pull the children out to the streets

Beat them and laugh, watching them bleed.

In self defense, this tiny soul threw a rock

In response the powers through a bomb, mighty and strong

Prisoners in Palestine, in cells without trial or reason

No one helps the helpless; everyone sides with the wrong

Mass murder of unarmed people in Burma, this hidden crime risen to a high

Injustice by outsiders in Syria, the pain seems to never stop their cries

Genocide by Zionists all around Gaza, weapons toward that child standing in terror.

Mothers distracting their children from the situation to cover their fright.

If not us, then who will spread the news and shed the light.

The media, being sold to the big guns of the world, playing the game of war.

When will we take a stand and attempt the roar?

-Written by eva626