Life will start

So I had this recent epiphany that I should not be waiting for life to start after reaching a certain place or achieving a certain goal as life goes on, time passes, breaths are breathed, body ages. When I was a little girl, living my life, I was told that a girl's proper place is with her husband and that I will have more freedom when I am with my husband. I always thought that maybe, that is when life will start. When I got married, I was waiting to move to Dubai from Pakistan thinking that, that is when life will start, then when we decided to move to States, I was thinking that that is when life will start. 

Many times we think that we will start our life when this happens or when that happens, etc, but life is where the heart is beating. We have to live life wherever we are and start from wherever we are. Waiting for this or that is like considering yourself dead or mute at the moment which isn't physically possible. Humans become delusional, waiting for the right moment, finding the perfect person, settling in a good place, saving for a house, etc. 

This just means we can never fully satisfy ourselves, especially when we are young and youthful. We strive and wait for something better to call that our destination. Everything else is a resting area. We live life considering ourselves riding a bus. Enjoying and some times not enjoying the journey. But deep inside, at the back of our head, we are considering the journey to be temporary, and that the destination will be the permanent place for rest. Even though the journey is many times lived longer than the destination, but we can win the psychological war with our mind that journey is actually living life. 

Life is a set of multiple phases. We ought to spend our best and make every phase perfect according to our standards. We should spend our savings and make each phase right and perfect because that is what life is. Our heart is beating in the journey as much as it might (or might not) beat at the destination. Maybe making each phase, the best phase of our lives, should be the goal of life. Maybe life is a journey and destination is death.

Bus ride from Makkah to Medinah

So I was on a trip to Saudi Arabia and I was in a bus-ride from Makkah to Medina and wrote this entry in my diary. I can share the details of the trip in a future entry but wanted to share the experience of my conversations and observations of the surroundings.

The driver has really loud songs on with a cigarette in his mouth and he occasionally raises his hands in the air in the form of a dance move. After finishing the cigarette, he sprays on some perfume, probably to kill the smell of the cigarette, and then takes a sip of some orange juice. He races with cars that he tailgates and the cars that don't give him way.

It's very hot and humid outside but thank goodness for air conditioner in the bus. Since I'm highly allergic to the smell of the cigarette, I have a slight migraine. We are making stops after every few hours to get a bite to eat, to pray salaats, and to get refreshed. Some people are taking very long at the resting stops, at which, the bus driver honks non-stop for 3-4 minutes. Literally. Oh and the honks are about 3 times louder than usual car honks.

The behavior of the driver was inconsiderate at various occasions. I think it's quite inconsiderate to smoke frequently in the bus and risking other people's health as well. It was very inconsiderate to honk non-stop as a call to people inside the resting stations for more than 20 minutes. The passengers who had returned on time had done nothing to receive such annoyance and disturbance. But similarly, the behavior of the passengers inside the Burger King was also very inconsiderate as they took more than 20 minutes to leave the resting area. In the defense of the driver, he did start to honk mildly as an initial call to all passengers to return to the bus after 20 minutes. When the passengers still didn't return, the driver physically went inside to ask them to get back in the bus and it took an additional 10 minutes for the 5 women with kids to come back inside and get seated.

Don't we all show inconsiderate behavior towards others at several occasions. By being inconsiderate, we are losing humanity and tolerance in us for others. Many times we stand people up for meetings without a solid reason, we use harsh words/attitude to display our un-due anger on our subordinates, we leave the dishes for someone else to clean, we leave a spill on the floor for someone else to wipe and risk others to slip on it, we park outside the entrance of a grocery store for very long to pick/drop someone, we book a flight on weekdays and expect our peers to pick us up despite their work hours, we ask others to babysit our kids and delay our promised return time, we tend to cut lines, etc.

We impose ourselves on others by expression of inconsiderate behavior. This creates resentment and distance in others for us. We lose a part of ourselves in the process of doing so. We step a level down from humanity and decency, just to shed off some of our anger and selfishness on others. By being considerate, we are

Doesn't humanity also mean to consider the comfort of people around us. A healthy level of self-less and considerate behavior can result in flowers and calmness around us. Proper, due and fair consideration refines our personality and strengthens bonds.

Summary of my life

Hi folks,

First, I want to apologize for the 3-day delay in my entry. I did think about writing my post all three of these days but I was "too busy", also known as procrastinated. I am still trying to become regular so I apologize, in advance, for any highly possible future delays.

I wanted to give a brief intro of myself. I am not sure how other bloggers write about themselves in their blogs, that is, if there are any bloggers writing about their life and life lessons. So let's just dive into the almost-three-decade-long life of mine. It all started when I was born in one of the major cities of Pakistan called Lahore. It is also known as the heart of Lahore and is rich in history, traditions, culture, liveliness, and many more things. I completed my early schooling from Lahore and moved to the United States when I was 7.

Moving from Lahore to Seattle was obviously a HUGE transition, to say the least. And even my 7 year old existence felt the abrupt and major change of the shift. I can mention countless experiences which I went through and observations which I made along the years from schooling, to shopping, to working to making friends, to wearing make up, wanting to wear tank-tops, wanting to smoke to fit in, to molding and giving birth to a new identity, a new self.

My family lived in Washington for few years then, but decided to move back as my father was very concerned about upbringing his children according to the Pakistani norms and culture. We lived in Pakistan for about a year and moved back to the States. I am not sure why we moved, it was always the parents' decision. So, after living in States for about 6 months, we moved back to Pakistan and lived there for another year. And then we moved back to the States again for about 2 years. And moved back to Pakistan for 4 years. And then I moved back to the States in 2003 and lived there for 10 straight years, the longest stay in a country. I should make a graph.

And then I got married, moved to Dubai for 1.5 years, and now I'm back in the States. Yes, it's sort of crazy!

Moving back each time felt like a big change, but it was slightly easier to adjust  each time as I was becoming somewhat familiar with both of the cultures. I remember I was in Pakistan and was in 5th grade, I failed Urdu (my native language) and scored the highest in English, and I remember how all the kids in my class made fun of me for failing Urdu which is supposed to be the easier course to pass for anyone. I also remember crying going to school every single day in 5th grade because I didn't like anything or anyone in the school.

I then gradually started to realize that I had been transformed into a different person. But I have to say a flexibly weak person with very hard values. I'm not sure if it's possible for these two types to coexist, but I might be referring and discussing these types in the future posts.

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Conquer self

Hi folks,

So today I want to talk about life. I believe that life is like a story, with many ups and downs, struggles and successes, mistakes and lessons, good and bad; all of these elements making life full of colorful experiences. These all serve as the climaxes, but unlike movies, there are several climaxes in real life, making or breaking us, refining and defining us, constantly throughout the course of life.

This world is full with around 7.2 billion stories, each is unique in one way or another. But we all can relate to each other in many ways. No matter how extreme the situations one ends up facing, the feelings and desires of many people are exactly the same at many points in their lives. This could mean that no matter what the race, gender, country a person belongs to, we all have the power of understanding each other having immensely different backgrounds, based on our life experiences.

Let's look at some of the world's most famous people. Why did Osama bin Laden choose the path he was following and what was the turning point in his life, why did Nelson Mandela become the icon of freedom and chose to fight for equality, why did Princess Diana choose to divorce the future King of England, why was Hitler so inhumane, why did Gandhi start his freedom movement, why did Mother Teresa choose to be kind to all humanity, and so on.

The first step before we conquer something, is to understand it. As Plato once said "The first and best victory is to conquer self." In order to understand one, we have to compare it with another. To understand self, we can compare ourselves with others and might end up finding many ways we can relate to them instead. That's also the process of understanding.

We might think that we cannot relate to these people, but there could be one common theme among all these personalities which we all might be very familiar with -- Frustration. To me it seems that there was some sort of frustration among all of these people which drove their sense of decision making and they ended up choosing the paths they walked. Clearly the paths chosen by some of them were right and some of them wrong. But my point is only that in order to understand self, we need to compare and relate with others. Relating with others will not only help us understand ourselves, but others as well to some degree.

I'm no famous personality, but I too am very familiar with frustration and encounter it often. Yes, these days I have been very frustrated, hence, the topic of my post. As I am familiar with this expression of frustration, maybe I can relate to all the above people as well, more to some of them than the others. My life's story can be found to be typical and/or unique, depending on my readers. I think I am trying to be victorious by conquer myself and learn about others in the process.

I will share a quick synopsis of my life's story in future post(s). My experiences, decisions, lessons and actions might help some in one or two ways to make or change some of their decisions and actions, especially for the girls with one foot in the East and other in the West.

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Objective

Hello again,

You all might see many posts from me today. Why? Because I have a lot of catching up to do on sharing life. You see, I think that if we share the burden of our life with others in some way, life becomes lighter and easier to carry.

People with intense sensitivity to issues, tend to have a very heavy life. Thus, making it very hard to carry life, and so they are dragging along the very-heavy-lives with there feeble bodies. So I'm going to try and take it easy on my feeble body by sharing the burden of life with my readers. Don't get me wrong that I'm not happy, or living a depressed life (God forbid). Life is a collection of happy, sad, hopeful and depressing moments. Life can be a burden for every happy and satisfied soul, it is a very heavy gift bestowed by God. Very few people are successful in opening this gift and enjoying it, takes a life time. While many others simply die in trying to open it all up. Each day we unfold the wraps of the gift paper in which the gift of life is enclosed. Let's see how it works out for me.

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Regular blogging

Hi folks,

So, I am back again, after about 3 years on this blogging site to post about me. I thought about posting almost every week of these 3 years but I guess I was busy in living and not really living, that I could never convert my thoughts into action.

 I have lived a lot of life in the past year. There are times when I need and needed to vent, or cry, or be happy out-of-control, or be pessimistic/optimistic, and those thoughts were just too much to share with anyone. There is a world inside every human being, and the nature of the world is to become complex. Yes, complexity after complexity, especially if you're a female. No matter how hard you try to stay simple, life does have the tendency to become complex at some point. It is unavoidable.

I know I promised to write all my poems here in my last post, which I will, but along with all that, I want to write bits and pieces of my experiences and lessons. Not sure if anyone will find them helpful, but they definitely will be interesting and fun to read for many!

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