Goodbye Harry Potter

After a four day long journey, my adventure with Harry Potter has finally come to an end. We parted ways this morning at a quarter to nine, when he went on his way to join his new family with Ginny, and I resumed  adhering to the daily grind by logging on to my computer to check my email and such. But alas it has ended, and I have said my good byes with both sorrow and joy. The journey was much like a roller coaster ride with its highs and low dips, every now and then making you scream, cry and laugh, sometimes provoking these actions all at once. In the end all ended as one would have hoped, save the precious loss of life,  good overcame evil, although it didn’t appear as trenchant at the time. Whilst events seemed slow moving and obscure at first, the hand that created the puzzle lovingly rejoined the pieces together creating an exquisite and intriguing collage of life, love, friendship, loss and death for her loyal followers. Though parting considerably from the previous collection of stories and despite taking some bold steps, Rowling stayed true to the wonderful characters in the story till the end. Her characters, some of whom we have grown to admire and others whom we have come to pity have grown as we have grown over the past 7 years. By drawing parallels between their lives and ours, I believe Rowling sends a powerful message to all who have read her tales about arrogance, tolerance and harmony. Despite, like a parent seeing their child fly from the nest, having mixed feelings about my final goodbye with Harry Potter, I feel ever so grateful for having Harry and his friends in my life, and for that I salute you J.K.

writing is so unfulifilling. i dont quite care if thats not a word. all i know is that writing that sentence didn’t do anything for me…

go away fat, go away

never come back, never stay

you are not wanted

you never will  be

so leave me alone

and stop pestering me!

hey i just rhymed.

i hate it when lecturers and tutors dont reply to your questions when you really need them to. I hate it when you try to explain to something to some one in the best possible way and they dont want to listen and refuse to understand. i hate feeling really low after ive felt really high. this life is so torturous and cruel. if u dont give all of yourself, if you dont let the devil take your soul its like your stuck in a fuckin whoop whoop limbo land. and i mean i dont want to be in that stupid land. its annoying, and painful, and frustrating! so so soooo frustrating. but i mean i guess its not like that all the time. but when it is it feels like its like that allllll the time. and then it happens so often. and sometimes it can just be about the smallest thing.

deciphering me

i hate not being able to verbalize whats in my head. although im not completely sure of what exactly it is that i want to verbalize in the first place. its the product of so many things having accumulated over a great period of time, its become a mishmash, a spaghetti bolognaise cauliflower and potato curry hot pot which i can’t pick and choose from. i wish i could draw out the the thoughts from my mind and put them in a glass jar or flush them down the loo, much like Professor Dumbledore in Harry Potter.

On Another’s Sorrow by William Blake 1757-1827

Can I see another’s woe,

And not be in sorrow too?

Can I see another’s grief,

And not seek for kind relief?

Can I see a falling tear,

And not feel my sorrow’s share?

Can a father see his child

Weep, nor be with sorrow filled?

Can a mother sit and hear

An infant groan, an infant fear?

No, no! never can it be!

Never, never can it be!

And can He who smiles on all

Hear the wren with sorrows small,

Hear the small bird’s grief and care,

Hear the woes that infants bear -

And not sit beside the nest,

Pouring pity in their breast,

And not sit the cradle near,

Weeping tear on infant’s tear?

And not sit both night and day,

Wiping all our tears away?

O no! never can it be!

Never, never can it be!

He doth give His joy to all:

He becomes an infant small,

He becomes a man of woe,

He doth feel the sorrow too.

Think not thou canst sigh a sigh,

And thy Maker is not by:

Think not thou canst weep a tear,

And thy Maker is not near.

O He gives to us His joy,

That our grief He may destroy:

Till our grief is fled and gone

He doth sit by us and moan.

Being A Muslim Teen In America. Episode 1

I just came across this video on Youtube, it follows Ali from Ummah Films’ style but its funny, which is surprising considering I find that Ali guy very very annoying and …umm well not funny. But I think this is a good first try by someone their age. I really like the beginning part where they try to show male and female interaction in the olden days, its so true! actually it still happens in Pakistan today where in the wedding you will see the bride sitting staring at the ground for like 6 hours, whilst the groom just stares in to space.

blog hopping

Ive been procrastinating for the past two days, foregoing doing uni work for blog hopping and making comments on various blog posts. Its funny, no one seems to write about being lonely, but there are some pretty interesting people out there with pretty interesting lives, lives that are actually worth knowing about as opposed to the lives of celebrities. Maybe I’m just not looking at a wider range of blogs, yeah I think that might be it, Ive mostly been perusing through blogs by South Asians or Muslims. I want to read more blogs about life in general but ones that aren’t crass.

Can this woman save America from itself ?

Apparently the White House is angry over Ms Pelosi’s (featured left) intentions to lead a delegation in Syria early next week for talks. It will be the second trip Nancy Pelosi, the speaker of the US house of Representations will be traveling to Syria. Although George Bush thinks the move is “a really bad idea”, I think it is a positive first attempt at changing American foreign policy. It also brings one some hope to see that there people in the American Government that are perhaps the opposite of twats like Condi Rice. I think if Ms Pelosi can negotiate and make deals with Syria, the only people that will benefit are the Americans. I mean, which sane country wants to remain the most hated nation on the planet? If I was America, I know I wouldn’t, but then thats just me. I think if the trip is successful, it will show other Nations (particularly Arab and Islamic nations) that America is willing to ‘talk’ instead of ‘conquer, exploit, ruin and leave’, after all no one likes a bully.

On a different note that hits closer to home, David Hicks is going to return by May 29th which is good. I have been following his case for some time now and I think his whole situation is the epitome of injustice. wait does that actually make sense? oh well, it sounds good so ill leave it there. Hicks is so desperate to come home he has agreed to absolutely everything the American Military Court has asked him to agree to, including not speaking to Journalists or publishers for a year as well as withdrawing allegations of abuse. I have also heard that Hicks is no longer Muslim, which is quite sad if its true, but then maybe he didn’t really know ‘Islam’ in the first place. I think any convert to Islam today would be well aware that going to Afghanistan to learn more about Islam is somewhat paradoxical. But then maybe 5 years of living in mostly solitary confinement, dealing with the most horrific forms of abuse, and only being allowed to go outside for 15 minutes a day might turn any good Muslim to a non believer. Its still quite sad though.