Happy Holidays

Its getting worse by the hour. And that’s why you ran away. Smart choice. Can’t wait to go to Chicago and never return. From 5 to 3…congrats and thanks for not being understanding, asking my side with patience, listening, cause no one is supposed to care or listen to her feelings. As he said, ‘you’re feelings dont matter’. Thanks for being bias, and to your instigator who apparently makes your life better every year, and ruins ours mine.

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Day 6

Being a parent is difficult. You have to be a friend, but also have to have order. Why….its because they are more experienced than their kids, and they want the best for the kids. If they don’t understand something, explain to them in a tone that reminds yourself that you will have kids one day insha Allah, or more importantly that Allah is watching how you talk to your parents.

After explaining, give them time to understand. If you, the kid are wrong, drop your stubborn ego and give in. Apologize, ’cause you never know when you’ll die, and that deed will be taken to account. Astagfirullah, May Allah forgive me (us). This is going back to Day 2.

Anyway, I really planned to write about why be a good muslim….and I will lol. Its because you want to be a knowledgeable older-person. Meaning, you want to be able to teach the good things and warn the bad things to the people who don’t know…like your future kids, or the newer generation, or even people who aren’t aware of the teachings and why stuff has to be followed.

This will make the world a better place with Allah’s help. Insha Allah. The most difficult part is that people start to defend their wrong doings because they can not stop doing it or they don’t want to. Thats another issue.

The point was, ‘respect your parents, because Allah gave them rights over you’ and ‘learn and do as much as you can so you can be a good example to your kids or people who just don’t know about Islam, because you are representing the religion of Peace’.

Salam. Peace!

The right vs silence.

I think you people might or might have not noticed that I haven’t written anything in months that some of the posts I wrote from previous time [haha idk whats going on with my verbiage…see] are “protected”. Sounds mysterious huh…well they aren’t. I have decided to protect the posts that revolve around what I am “upto” and my “daily happenings”. But, I will keep my other posts public…you know, like the ones that are helpful to others or the kinds that can potentially make a change in the lives of others, even if they have a silly lesson to it or if they make you laugh [because I am that funny. no]. I have left some of my “best” work public as well [rated on the “comment and liking” count of viewers and on every time I LOL whilst reading them myself]. Anyway, that was just a small update on how I will be managing this blog from now on till the end of its existence [managing…lol].

Now to the good stuff. So for a good chunk of this year, my life has been…annoying. But, Alhumdulilah, I have reached the end of it. OMG, its almost 2014!!! [I actually just realized hah]. BTW, I will be having a ‘Farewell 2014’ post up, which yes, will be protected. And, if you people are dying [GOD forbid] to read it, send me an email and I will give you the password [but first I dare you to figure it out yourself]. So, about this post, which is being written right now this very second, well not for you of course, ah, k im done. its not really about my life entirely. It is about you…us…everyone who thinks they are “doing the right thing” or wants to. Its about that good person in you that is trying to make you a better person and trying to help those around you to be better people, no matter how hard it is.

I know that its hard to stop something that is wrong and to straighten things out. But, when it is, you should go for it, because it does really matter at the end…you know, like when you have to stand there waiting to be judged with your book in your hand [the Right hand InShaAllah]. Wow, thats scary. The harder it is to stop the wrong, the more reward [If God wills]. There have been instances where I had to be that person who tells a friend, a sibling, a special person, or even my parents that what they are doing is wrong or that they should do something other than that. Its really hard. It hurts when these people then get annoyed at you for saying such things and they make you feel guilty of how you are a “goody two-shoes” [I never understood that analogy, but it still hurts…weird]. Then all those moments and memories stir past you and you feel like a hypocrite and what not…ahhhhhh. At the end of the day, you know that God knew your intentions and no matter how mad or annoyed those people get at you, you did the right thing.

I am writing this stuff because in the past year, I had a friend who I thought was one way and who I thought was this “person”, but turns out that the words did not match the actions. I mean even if something was done, I didn’t know. How am I supposed to know what was going on? I wanted and even now want something to happen or have continued, but the words of others don’t match yours that person’s. Idk who is right and who is lying. I have come to a point where I can no longer trust that friend…is it me that is wrong? I have no idea…I think its because nothing is being done. So, you can see why this is an issue…I do not stand for lying. Why, because it is wrong. And lying is a sin. So, no matter how good of a person someone trys to be, and if they still lie, they can not be a good person. So, coming back to the title of this post, don’t do drugs do the right thing and don’t be silent about the wrong. Try to stop it, make it right, even if you have to drop your pride and apologize to who ever got hurt because of the people you know who did/said wrong. In other words, don’t be a wuss.

Oh, and we made smores!

Honey graham crackers, vegan marshmallows (or Halal ones), Any chocolate. Heat in oven for God knows how long. Eat!

Honey gram crackers, vegan marshmallows (or Halal ones), Any chocolate. Heat in oven for God knows how long. Eat!

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

Grownup

HAHAHAHAH {maniac laugh…ha ha, fooled you all}. I’m a child, still. I know what you are thinking, well you most probably aren’t thinking this but watevs:

Things that Should make me a grownup…ONLY should. However, these points don’t prove anything:

1) I try to use correct grammar and spelling. This is unlike most of the immature beings that learned to use the internet way too soon.

2) I graduated college. Yes, I did. It happened a few months ago. I’m still a baby, OK.

My up-to date FaceBook picture...Its so funny, isnt it?

My up to date FaceBook picture…Its so funny, isnt it?

3) I have earned three degrees. That sentence was just me showing off a little. See…childish.

4) The understanding of why people do certain things and what they are thinking. This only proves I’m psychic. Nothing more.

5) I can give you a lecture on most things ‘nerd’ and ‘biological/chemical science’ based, to ‘parenting tips’ and ‘how not to look like a cross-dresser’.

6) Oh, I am moving to Chicago. {just a random thing most people do…move to a different place for so and so reason…ok fine, its for studies}.

7) I can rap…But, who can’t right?

Fine, I can't rap.  Follow me on twitter @Eva626_blogger

Fine, I can’t rap.
Follow me on twitter @Eva626_blogger

There you have it…I’m still not grown up. This post is dedicated to my sister. I have been thinking about what to write for a while. Its been about 20 days since my last post. LOL Sorry about that. I was too lazy to take my laptop out of the closet and my phone is either too small or I have big fingers to type a whole post. BTW the WordPress app for android is great now…I get the notifications on everything. It makes me happy. Anyway, many one or two people wanted to know more about me…so here you have it.

If you missed the point of this post: I am not an Adult or a Grownup {as my sister would argue, only because of my age}. I sure told her.

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