Play Life Like A Game

To Curious Eyes:

I was just thinking—and no, that’s not a first, for all you wannabe comedians out there….

Life seems like a game. It seems like one of those games with obstacles. (How cliché, does that sound?) I remember this one game on a Cingular cellphone called “Prince of Persia”. It was a big hit amongst my cousins and I. I remember playing it for hours upon hours and all of us became extremely competitive about what level we were on. But my point of bringing this up was that I remember the obstacles that came up which the Prince would have to overcome. Whether it was an evil bad guy, or a jump too high to make, the Prince almost always got through. Sure, he had to pull out his sword, but he got there.

We All Have To Fight To Win...Don't We?

I think that’s how my life is. There are so many obstacles in the way which I have to overcome. Yes, some of these are major, similar to those which caused a life loss in the game, but most of them are small. They are the ones I encounter on everyday basis.

I opened my browser to get started on my homework, this time it was  the news stories on Yahoo which became a block in my way. Of course, due to curiosity, I am compelled to look through all the stories and read them. But all that takes time away from my work.

I guess I just have to learn how to discipline myself. My dad tells me to set a schedule of everything which I am going to do, and give myself time limits. At first I deemed it to be unrealistic because I do not have a good relationship with the process of setting goals and achieving them. But he is right. I need to teach myself how to set goals again. And this time, I have to stop making them so unrealistic so that I won’t end up a failure.

Wow, what a waste of a post.

-Noor

I am Perfect. Ha, if only.

Writing What You Think Isn’t The Same As Thinking What You Write

To Curious Eyes:

Writing what you think isn’t the same as thinking what you write. (You might have to reread this a couple of times….)

Recently, I find myself thinking to myself about what I am going to write instead of just writing down what I am thinking. Is this writer’s block? I would hardly call myself a writer though.

These days, most of my writing has been for school related assignments. Writing for school is extremely different from my kind of writing. It’s more concise, informative, and more formal. It’s kind of like getting information and then spitting it right back out.

Numerous written assignments, essays, and speeches, have gotten me to a point where I feel incapable of writing for myself, and I am frankly just tired. This is how I feel right now.

For me, finding words to describe the way I feel would be fun. But these days, it resembles feelings of torture. Okay, maybe that was a tad bit dramatic, but you get the point.

Please feel free to give me advice to get out of this. It will be much appreciated.

-Noor

I am Perfect. Ha, if only.

 

Original Intentions

To Curious Eyes:

Hey, there. I see you’ve clicked your way around the web of wonders, also known as the ‘Internet’, and ended up here. My original intentions were for this to be a venue of release for me-release of emotions. But I got so into life, and I had no time to write about it.

But then, today after school, I was sitting with a friend and a teacher, looking at this, and rereading my previous posts. My original intentions came back to me, and I decided I missed this. So here I am again, writing about what I am thinking for perhaps the pleasure of those who are either in the midst of procrastinating or whatever.

Sophomore year of high school’s almost over. WOAH. WOAH. WOAH.

This is going so fast.

-Noor

I am Perfect. Ha, if only.

 

 

 

Complaints

To Curious Eyes:

This might not make sense to you what so ever, but it is something I had to release. I had to get this out. If you can’t relate, I apologize. But for those of you that can, at whatever extent, just believe in yourself.

That’s all you do. You complain. You complain when things aren’t perfect, and you even complain when things are a getting better.

I can’t imagine what it feels like to be in your position, but that is probably because I am nowhere near as wise as you. You know so much more than I, but I do know some things as well. Yes, I admit, compared to your 45 years of vast experience, my 15 years of life are minute. Notice I said minute, not non-existent.

You know what would be nice? Instead of bringing out every weakness of mine, acknowledge my progress. In the beginning, your overlooking of my “achievements” would bring me more motivation. But now, your constant complaints, are bringing me down.

I can’t help but feel like this is just another battle that I  am fighting alone. I have to learn to be able to praise myself when I do good. Just because you don’t acknowledge my accomplishments, that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t.

-Noor

I am Perfect. Ha, if only.

 

Reason vs. Imagination

To Curious Eyes:

Reason can answer questions, but imagination has to ask them.

-Noor

I am Perfect. Ha, if only.

Skies, Trees, and Birds

To Curious Eyes:

The Place Where the Sky Meets the Tree

Not many people know this, but I love taking pictures. I just love hearing the sound of a click and knowing that you have captured an image for ever. It amazes me how even by looking at the same thing, people can still interpret it in their unique ways.

I took this picture yesterday from my backyard. I wonder how birds feel when they fly above the trees and below the sky.

-Noor

I am Perfect. Ha, if only.

Because I am Human…

To Curious Eyes:

This whole world is a stupid world based on stupid contradictions. No one can stick to one set of rules. I am sick of trying to follow the rules only to find out that there is yet another twist. I know my limits that combine with our moral and ethical values. I know that I can’t take every opportunity that society has to offer. And I don’t. although I have serious limitations imposed on me, every time I try to find something that doesn’t break the rules it gets rejected. Why are people trying to confuse me? First they tell me that there are certain things I can’t to. Then they tell me that I should change my interests so it fits in with their acceptance level? You make the rules. I follow the rules. But then you make another rule. And then you try to disguise that with throwing in an aspect of guilt in the midst. I am not buying that.

Oh yes. I am so many things. I am stupid, I am wrong. I am dumb. I don’t have as much experience. I don’t follow rules. I don’t listen. I argue. I ask too many questions. I am not smart enough because I call people to help me understand something which I never learned. I am overweight. I am a bad child. Do you want to know why I am all of these things?

Because I am human. Because I am a child. Because I am still learning. But you need to give me a chance to learn.

I know we are not from here. We are from a totally different society. But I feel like we are scared. We, like anyone in history believe we are right. We are right. Just because we are in a new place doesn’t excuse us do go about and do what so ever we wish to do. Just because we are in a new place doesn’t mean that we forget our core beliefs. But I want it to be known that it is not easy for me either. Every day, I am expected to go out there and battle the evil society which might as well be a pile of quicksand ready to trap you in its complicated webs, and then I have to report to you. I know I have done something bad when I can’t show you my face. If I can suggest something to you and bring back something, it is because I truly, honestly, from the bottom of my heart do not deem it to be bad. If I am wrong, just let me know why so I don’t bring something back like that again. Imagine being in my situation. Imaging living such a life where every day you are challenged like that.

I know at times I am wrong. They say “Humans learn from their mistakes”. I know that you are there to protect me, but also help me grow up.

I know that I am an individual who is bound in such a lovable relations with those who care for her. Some people aren’t blessed enough to even have that. Don’t take this the wrong way. I am extremely thankful.

But please don’t contradict what you say. It confuses the heck out of me. Part of me wants to obey you like a pet, but the other part is full of questions. How can I learn if I still don’t get it?

-Noor

I am Perfect. Ha, if only.

Diversity and Tolerance

To Curious Eyes,

Here is my humble opinion about International Burn a Quran Day:

The world we live in is very diverse. As we all know, not all humans are alike. People differ in many ways from what they look like to what they believe in. As a result, to live in harmony, there is an absolute necessity for tolerance among all. It is a grave ordeal to create such a society which shelters all people with equality. In the American Constitution, residents of the United States are given many rights, some of which other people around the world are deprived of. Shouldn’t these rights be used for the betterment of society? Or, should they be used to create unwanted conflict?

Dr. Terry Jones, the senior pastor from the Dove World Outreach Center, located in Gainesville, Florida, has planned an event which he refers to as “International Burn a Quran Day”. This event is to take place on September 11th. (Why would you use the death of 3,000 innocent human beings as an excuse to initiate more violence?) The church has also put up a sign which reads, Islam is of the Devil”.

Dr. Terry Jones and the Hateful Signs

Mr. Jones, if I were to meet you I’d tell you the truth, the truth which is never told. I’d tell you that Islam is a religion of peace. I’d tell you that the believers of Islam believe in Jesus as a prophet. I’d tell you that Muslims believe the t, also known as the New Testament, to be a book of God. Islam is not a religion of deception or fear.

The Muslim dominated countries which you refer to as users of oppression are non believers. Those so-called Muslims that kill people from other religions are not true believers. They are extremists. Extremists- you hear that word a lot in the news. An extremist is not a person who follows the teachings of their religion to the highest degree possible, instead they tend to manipulate it for their personal benefit. For example, Al Qaeda is called an extremist group. That does not mean that members of Al Qaeda follow the teachings of Islam devotedly. In fact, they do not follow the teachings of Islam at all. A Muslim is a believer of Islam. Islam does not teach any of the things Al Qaeda believes, so how can they be Muslims?

Mr. Jones, you live in such a country which gives you the freedom to do as you wish. I, humbly ask you to rethink your wish. What will you gain from burning the Holy Book of Islam? Why would you want to use your freedom to create chaos and a possible threat for violence? Just because you don’t believe in the Quran, doesn’t mean you should disrespect it. You say you don’t hate any people. If you don’t hate them, why are you burning their sacred book?

You have admitted that this act you have planned could result in violence. Why are you still doing it then? Doesn’t God want peace among the people? Are you doing anything to help that?

We are all diverse and we all believe in different things. But one thing which we all should have in common is tolerance.

I hope I was able to convey some of the truth. I am not yet an adult, but as children, aren’t we taught things like “Sharing is Caring” and tolerance? Where does all that go to when you turn into an adult?

-Noor

I am Perfect. Ha, if only.

I Love Him

To Curious Eyes:

Today, I am disappointed in myself. I have hurt my father. And I did it unintentionally. I know it would be unfitting to say…but I love him. I love him a lot. The only reason I hurt him is because I love him.

You see, my father is my motivation. He is the reason I strive to be the best I can. His expectations give me something to work for. He has made so many sacrifices for me. He has guided me through everything. He is my role model.

My Papa and I

All of his expectations are just, but they leave me with little room to mess up. It is an honor that he expects so much from he. After all, he would only expect from me what he thinks I can do. Him expecting so much from me just means that he thinks I can do so much more.

But I feel like he is never satisfied. No matter how much I achieve, there is always more. And, everything I do is never enough. And, I am never trusted.

I love him, but I am tired of trying. I love him, but I am tired of disappointing. I love him, but I miss enjoying. Wait, did I mention…I love him?

I am sorry. I am really sorry.

-Noor

I am Perfect. Ha, if only.

Maybe One Day…

To Curious Eyes:

I have a confession to make. I don’t know what to write about! I know, this is mind bogus! But I can’t help it. It is the beginning of August, and I don’t have much to say. Either it’s that or I have way too much to say. Yeah, I think that is it.

I am probably just being extremely lazy. There is so much going on in the world, how can I not have anything to say? There is a massive flood in Pakistan, and the Pakistani president is off on a vacation visiting the U.K. (Arghhh!) There is also the fact that school is approximately a month away. Let’s forget that I mentioned that. I know it’s the truth, but the truth doesn’t always have to be acknowledged. (Ha, am I sly or what?) The holy month of Ramadhan is up and coming for all Muslims in the world. Elena Kagan, has been sworn in as a Supreme Court Justice. Mrs. Obama and her daughter Sasha are on a controversial trip to Spain.

All This Leaves Me Speechless...Literally!

So much is going on in this world, yet how am I left in such an incapable stage of expressing my opinion. Well, who is going to care for my opinion anyway? There are so many brilliant people in the world. Amongst all their loud and emphatic opinions, what am I worth?

Maybe one day, people will hear not only me, but also all the other people who look like they are just from among those who “roll with the flow”, but in reality, their opinion is so unique and it makes sense. Maybe one day people will unplug their headphones and open their ears to the truth. Maybe one night people will take off their sunglasses and come eye to eye with the sometimes horrible reality which is so blatant.

-Noor

I am Perfect. Ha, if only.