Cyan

“That’s why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. And writing makes you look back. Because, since you can’t control life, at least you can control your version.” ~Chuck Palahniuk I stared at this quote, ruminating, and being mesmerized by its sheer validity. I pondered greatly as to how my version could possibly be of more interest. That, having the notorious writers block due to the possibility of producing an unoriginal piece, is something that writers actually encounter and will eventually overcome. I told myself, all in good time. As I grew up, I had these vivid memories reappearing. And yes, this sounds cliched but they were mostly about things my father had taught me. As I went about my daily routine, I found myself doing things absentmindedly. I'd realized that what he had repeated to me over the years has become what I now repeat to myself. In this way, he became my literal inner mantra. One of the most fondest memories I have of my father ...

It was the winter time. And winter time in Petrograd led to uncontrolled cases of Facebook voyeurism. All fatuous personalities were driven into closets, while incensed produce-sellers gradually settled near the comfort of well-oiled heaters. The farce of teenage relationships and authentic petulance had drawn to a close and the only thing the vacations left me with was the overuse of the phrase “YOLO” (which, I believe meant “You Only Live Once”.) Unsure of the phrases deeper meaning of why it was even initially institutionalised, I set upon a mission to enrich my evidently limited understanding.   Judy distinctly understood “YOLO” as making uneducated decisions about her future. The sweet, but very relevant, balance between your career choice and whether there is actually any worldly scope for it is vital. Judy resolved to pursue fashion design. She was under the impression that the world was her oyster. She believed so because her superbly supportive parents had told her so....

Morals vs religious moralities In the past, there were periods wherein I had grown an esteemed dislike for Jewish people. And being a conscious feminist, it is indeed very easy to conjure up extremely logical reasoning for my claims. But my latter experiences have made me accept that disliking any group of people, regardless of their actions, only creates turmoil in my own well-being.  I developed reasoning to help the Palestinians, sublimely, without exactly condemning archaic  Jewish actions, only constructively criticizing the present decisions. And this brought about the concept of morality and how we are all justifying our actions and simultaneously entitled to our own actions. Then, I realized that the theory of religious morality does not actually justify the adjoined parties actions. The Jews, the Palestinians and neither my own point of view were confirmed under the pretense of religious morality. Religion does not prescribe oppression, only mutual...

I was first introduced formally to Shakespearean plays in grade eight, and I distinctly remember my English teacher opening with;   "Shakespeare is brilliant." I was told how he had a knack for brilliant English. Honestly, I was so lost and I could hardly understand how this means of English was considered brilliant. I later learned the poetry of Shakespearean language. How, it was poetic, but not nearly as close as Arabic’s poetic license. Shakespeareans’ plays lines in any single play have exactly 10 syllables in each sentence. Allowing for a rhyme that one cannot even hear, but that one can feel. I have noticed that the topics that Shakespeare touches on and had lived through holds great parallel to conflicts and worldwide issues that are current. This is an extract from the Merchants of Venice; "To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me half a million; laughed at my losses, ...