Just do it!

My friends and I were going to a coffee shop, as we do these days, and came across a chalk-wall. It was pretty cool! I honestly don’t think about what I want to do before I die.

But like everyone I do have so many things I want to do, I just don’t think about them so much that I would make a wall for it. For instance, I want to go on a girls-trip-multiple months in Europe back-packing vacation, I want to meet my best friend again, I want to walk across a city (a whole city), I want to make my own ice-cream, I want to graduate and settle down on the island, I want to raise my future kids hydrogenated-oil/processed-sugar/dairy/meat-free, and have them go to my dream schools, etc…

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Some of the things on this wall are pretty humorous, and some are very sad and touching. Also, I am very tempted to call that number. In other news, I found out that my friend is to be engaged in less than a month. When I heard this, my heart dropped. I hate hearing it from other people. We used to be so close as you all know…and I was supposed to be the first to know. Also its not 2025 yet. I guess its just pay-back for when I got married without letting anyone know. Regret, all the time, contentment…I’m getting there. Thats what I have to keep telling myself. Well, I shouldn’t explain it here. I am not a good example for the young people here. Its whatever.

Some tips I can give to the youngsters, which I may have written in previous posts:

Kids, stay in school. Marry the love of your life. Stay grammatically correct, because uneducated beings are very unattractive. Stick to the conversation. The most unattractive man, is one who goes off topic and says irrelevant things. just to deem himself correct. I know. Its disgusting. Like really, YOU DON”T MAKE SENSE. YOU FOOL.

Follow these and it will make your goals “before you die” a little bit easier. Actually don’t listen to me, I don’t make sense. I disgust myself.

-eva626

 

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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.

Chicago

OK. I am in Chicago, IL and will have to call this “home” for a few years. Hopefully everything goes smoothly. Its not really like New York…I miss my real home. And I miss my family. I do Skype and talk on the phone with my family everyday, multiple times a day. And I miss everything. Anyway, my roommate is pretty chill…she’s so much like my sister, which is weird ’cause I used to share a room with my sister back in NY. She also has the same habits as my sister, except she doesn’t mind me as her roommate [LOL]. Its so cold here! Whoever said “windy city” was right. blah.

The thing I don’t like about where I am at, besides not being in NY, is that the only CVS I have seen is so far away. And whats up with “target”. No competition. And where in the Chicago is Pathmark at. ugh.

Oh the public transportation in Chicago is horrible not as convenient or efficient as in NewYork. Of course. My roommate had to go somewhere to meet up with her family the other day and she had such a hard time. She first walked so far, i forget where, but then she had to take a cab. The cab broke down [HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN!?]. Then she got to the train station and she missed the train…and had to check after two hours to see when the next one would come. idk. Maybe its her luck hahaha. I’m so mean.

Stuff right before moving to Chicago. Memories.

Stuff right before moving to Chicago. Memories. I learned to use the ‘photogrid’ app. So cool right.

Btw, Eid Mubarak to everyone [I’m not slow, just been occupied, kinda]. Thats my foot; I attempted to put on Henna on, but unfortunately it was expired [fail]. That popcorn got burnt [this was in karachi]. Thats the Eid gift I got for my sister, its wrapped in the only wrapping paper I could find. That yellow outfit was what I wore on one of the last days of Ramadan…and the color started leaking on to my skin. I still miss NY.

OH and whoever asked me that question on ask.fm about my triple major…I want to know what you people think they are. So comment, dang it.

Peace out. #TeamNY For LIFE. -eva626

Guest Post #3

We all like clothes right? …so why go out with barely none!? (haha. I’m so funny. JK) Anyway, this is a guest post [durf, it says it in the title]. In all seriousness, I have noticed this to be a huge topic on everyone’s mind… so much so that it frustrates me. Kinda. But, people are people, even though sometimes they turn into ‘annoying’ people. I should stop typing…take it away Sana!
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Modesty

Growing up in a western society, it is almost impossible for one to ignore all the flaunting half naked female super models. Boldness is now the new beauty. At least that’s what the media says. We’ve become so desensitized to seeing nudity in the fashion magazines that we no longer stop to think or question its affects on our lives, on our kids and our households. Our youth reveres these personalities so much that they want to emulate them completely. Generally, covering is considered old fashioned. Glamour magazines are being used as “holy texts” because the pressure on women and young teens to look a certain way is immense. Every woman wants to be like the girl in the magazine-the good, curvy, lusciously beautiful female. And women who do choose to dress modestly remain nameless and voiceless; usually viewed as people who have no sense of fashion and yet to experience or taste freedom, in essence desperate to be liberated.

Many of you reading this would probably have a different opinion than me when I say this, but why idolize women that haven’t done anything significant with their lives? Why not put the women, who’ve made significant contributions to the society, and who have complete control over their bodies, on the pedestals? As someone who spent her entire life in this country, I can relate to the experiences of our young Muslim sisters who often wonder where to turn to when in need of Muslim women who they can use as role models. A lot of women think that in order to be successful they must compromise their hijab, and many to a great extent have been affected by this sort of attitude. I came across an article recently which had been published during the New York Fashion Week. The article was about an American Muslim woman, Nzinga Knight, a fashion designer. In her article, she discussed the issues that concern the women in the west today, especially Muslim women. She made some very beautiful and logical points. One of which was that women in the western society think that they are liberated when in reality they are not because they aren’t standing on their feet based on their merit. The only reason they’ve come so far is because they have been doing away with their clothes. I agree with her. Usually, when fashion designers create innovative styles, they have one thing in mind and that is to make the catwalks as voluptuous as possible-creating designs that expose the back and cleavage. Nzinga knight, however, ended up doing something different. She introduced a modest way of dressing through her designs. She says in her article that “…sensuality isn’t always a public display of your skin.” Isn’t this a perfect example for all us Muslim sisters to boast our morale and help us to continue to follow the path of dressing modestly? This is a modern day example of a successful Muslim woman who carries religion in one hand and the world in the other. She’s seemed to have survived without compromising anything. So why can’t we?

Historically, I can recall another great Muslim woman who can be of a great role model for us Muslim sisters. Syeda Khadijah (may Allah be well pleased with her), the first wife of the Holy Prophet Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him). Syeda Khadijah (may Allah be well pleased with her) was a daughter of a wealthy trader by the name of Khuwaylid hence the name Khadijah binte Khuwaylid. Being born in the pre-Islamic era and being raised in a male chauvinistic society, Bibi Khadijah was already ahead of her time. The first Women’s Rights convention was held 1848, but Syeda Khadijah was running a successful trading business long before that. She was not only revered for being the first business lady, but also known for her exceedingly generous attitude towards the less fortunate and the orphans. She sought out to help the poor and needy especially young unmarried girls. She helped with the marriages of girls who were of poor descent and provided for them the dowry. She was referred to as the “princess of Quaraysh” because she was so wealthy. Syeda Khadijah (may Allah be well pleased with her) was deeply dedicated to Islam and always expressed gratitude towards Allah. She scarified all of her wealth for the survival of Islam and always stood by her husband’s side. Prophet Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) did not take him a second wife for as long as Syeda Khadijah (may Allah be well pleased with her) lived. All Praise is to Allah, the Al mighty for giving us such a beautiful woman in Islam to revere. Syeda Khadijah is perfect example of how a woman should be. She was a complete woman.
The list of famous historical as well as present day successful Muslim women goes on if one actually makes an effort to look for them. My sisters in Islam- let us look for these women, study them and embody their roles into our lives and be the beautiful creation of Allah that he wants us to be. This is not at all an attack on anyone who chooses to not dress modestly. Below is a link/video I’d like to share with all of you. It will add power to my words.

-Sana Khawar
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Ok, I am back. LOL. Hope you read through all of it…its pretty short actually, but very informative, I thought so. Sana Khawar also wrote another guest post here on yours truly’s [idk] blog. If you got distracted by the link in the very begining of this post, you might have been directed there. You are welcome. And here is another guest post…Check it out. And here is the page where you can find my guest posts I wrote on other people’s blogs. You better check them out [thats a bit harsh..eh watevs].

If you want me to guest post on your blog or website…I will love to do it!!! [please? I love guest posting and give me a topic] Also, if you want to be cool and guest post on my blog, I would LOVE that. It can be any appropriate topic and an image/video/whatever else would be nice with it. Just TELL ME [via comment or email, which is in one of the tabs/pages above this blog. [fine, its “herenownotforeva.gmail.com”].

Peace out, tell your mom I said hi. -eva626

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