Doesn't it feel soothing to have someone by your side, in times of sorrow? Probably the one thing we all want.
People who tread in and out of our lives leave their marks, their footprints. Footprints that cannot be erased. I wish they could be wiped out. They bring back memories of old wounds to me that are painful. Because what is gone, is gone and cannot come back. Memories that haunt me day and night. Memories that bring tears to my eyes.
After my loss did I realize that it was truly a treasure. My priceless treasure. Sometimes I think why did it have to be me? Was this part of life that we have to learn to bear the loss of those d
When I was on the losing side by momina, literature
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When I was on the losing side
There was a big debate competition coming up. I was very nervous about the whole thing. At times I had even opted out of it but no one would let me. Every time I thought about it, it freaked me out. People gave me hope but was that enough?
I had a stage phobia; speaking infront of a big audience drained the color out of me. The whole burden was on my shoulders. Everyone was counting on me. To let them down was something even worse.
Finally the big day arrived. I was feeling even worse than I usually felt. But my feelings had no control over the competition, whatsoever. We had a good start. My team held more ground. That gave me hope.
'Lie'. This word may seem short & worthless, but if we dig in deep, it has deceived many.
I was a professional liar since childhood. It was my habit & my hobby. I had become so used to it that, even in a situation where I wasn't guilty, I lied. Lying helped me a lot. It got me out of some crucial situations & made things easier for me. I was so good at lying that you couldn't make out if I was telling the truth or not.
One day it so happened that, a paper was due in school & I was late. But no one would believe me. People got used to the fact that I was a liar. They stopped talking to me & my friends would keep a distance from
This world maybe a beautiful place to some, but to some it is torture. I look at myself. I have everything. All the things that fulfill persons basic needs, maybe more. Money, home, clothes, food and all the other luxuries that life has to offer. Satisfied. This world seems to be a happy place to me. Full of joy and happiness. But is it the same for everyone? Does everyone get to enjoy that which I get to enjoy? Does everyone get to see this world as a beautiful place? No.
Everyone is not like me. For instance, take an Iraqi girl. To her this life is torture. Everywhere she looks, she sees ruins, smoke and blood. But is that it? No. she ha
It was a bright, sunny, Sunday morning. I woke up with the sweet, chirping sound of the birds and with the sun shining down on my face. I was really looking forward to the day but all of a sudden my plans were suddenly crushed because of one phone call. Upon hearing a line that I wished I would never get to hear, my heart sank. I got to know the sad news of my cousin's death.
But then I never really sat and thought about all of this. It was as though I had been running away from the truth, from the reality of life. But then I thought that running away from such things would not change reality.
So here I am now, sitting in solace with tear s
It was a bright, sunny, Sunday morning. I woke up with the sweet, chirping sound of the birds and with the sun shining down on my face. I was really looking forward to the day but all of a sudden my plans were suddenly crushed because of one phone call. Upon hearing a line that I wished I would never get to hear, my heart sank. I got to know the sad news of my cousin's death.
But then I never really sat and thought about all of this. It was as though I had been running away from the truth, from the reality of life. But then I thought that running away from such things would not change reality.
So here I am now, sitting in solace with tear s
This world maybe a beautiful place to some, but to some it is torture. I look at myself. I have everything. All the things that fulfill persons basic needs, maybe more. Money, home, clothes, food and all the other luxuries that life has to offer. Satisfied. This world seems to be a happy place to me. Full of joy and happiness. But is it the same for everyone? Does everyone get to enjoy that which I get to enjoy? Does everyone get to see this world as a beautiful place? No.
Everyone is not like me. For instance, take an Iraqi girl. To her this life is torture. Everywhere she looks, she sees ruins, smoke and blood. But is that it? No. she ha
'Lie'. This word may seem short & worthless, but if we dig in deep, it has deceived many.
I was a professional liar since childhood. It was my habit & my hobby. I had become so used to it that, even in a situation where I wasn't guilty, I lied. Lying helped me a lot. It got me out of some crucial situations & made things easier for me. I was so good at lying that you couldn't make out if I was telling the truth or not.
One day it so happened that, a paper was due in school & I was late. But no one would believe me. People got used to the fact that I was a liar. They stopped talking to me & my friends would keep a distance from
When I was on the losing side by momina, literature
Literature
When I was on the losing side
There was a big debate competition coming up. I was very nervous about the whole thing. At times I had even opted out of it but no one would let me. Every time I thought about it, it freaked me out. People gave me hope but was that enough?
I had a stage phobia; speaking infront of a big audience drained the color out of me. The whole burden was on my shoulders. Everyone was counting on me. To let them down was something even worse.
Finally the big day arrived. I was feeling even worse than I usually felt. But my feelings had no control over the competition, whatsoever. We had a good start. My team held more ground. That gave me hope.
i went to watch the final one day match between pakistan nd india. Although we lost the series, still there was a huge crowd cheering nd jeering. Everyone was in high spirits ( me too even tho i got peed on =p]
I had a lotta fun. after a couple of over the song would start ( jeevey jeevey pakisatn nd tht aaay oo aay oo wala) nd then ppl wud start singing along nd dancing.
One thing we should'nt forget is it doesnt matter whether we win or lose, it's how we play the game nd how much we enjoy it!!
Came back home with aching legs nd floppd on the bed right away, did'nt even study for the test next but still I passed =)
papers!!
im so gonna flunk add maths...
just came back from my nephews aqeeqah..had 2 cups of coffee!! no skul tomorrow
how about you giving an update about yourself for a change??
i replied you for that phsycology thngy of urs..did you get it??
we've got this assignment of making a newspaper, nd we've filled it wid funny news made up by us (us meaning group members)...i wrote the editorial up nd my teacher is like it's okay, any more tips you can give??