Irum Zahra's Blog, page 3

I read a quote a few days before: You meet a lot of temporary people from the age of 18-22. And I kept wondering about all the people I have interacted with, all the people I left, I moved on from etc.
Is it true? Do people and their shadows walk away from us over the years?
There are people who always stay by our side and then there are people who tend to distance themselves from you because what? you're 'Flawed' or have 'Issues' they can't put up with. These are the people who represent the temporary people in your life.
I say pull them out. They are weeds. Weeds in your life. Keep friends who stay by you no matter what, who love you for the big screw up you are and who listen, while others disappear.
This Holiday season, call your friends who love you for who you are.
Leave the friends who don't.
Cheers!

Fog-blurred glass windows-Sweaters-COFFEE.
And then there is that little( In most poetic cases, HUGE) sad part of you which comes out in the winter of December.
I wonder how many poems people write in December, how many stories, how many words they scribble... and how many times they cry for something good in their life.
It's that time of the year when everything starts to cram itself over you and inside your head. Maybe it's the cold and maybe it's the realization that a whole year is gone, out of your hands, out of reach. Most of us feel like we didn't do crap. Trust me, it's totally normal.
"I wana go back to bed" is how I would sum up this year. But you gotta see the good things too. I mean come'on. There must be someone new you met, something new you must have started.
Something. To make this December less painful.
My suggestion...To myself and you:
Remember the good things in December. Or else it's gonna be a long one.

Everyday I wonder if I'll write...And if I'll write good enough. These thoughts make me go over and over the things I have already written and even, sometimes, makes me doubt myself.
Evolution in writing is a necessary entity. If one day you're writing about love and the next day about how to survive without that love, I think you're doing good.
There must be something new, but indirectly related to the history words.
These days, I'm stuck in words because I am overwhelmed by all things around me. It can be laziness too, for the love of winters. But mostly it's too much of everything.
If you're having the same experience, take a day off. If you can't, take an hour off.
Have a big cup of latte or a bowl of soup (Because winters)
This too, shall pass.
Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black

So this morning when I went to get some groceries, I saw an accident. It was the 8-9 a.m. morning rush here. The accident happened when one car tried to overtake another on a highway. The accident itself wasn't as much damaging to thoughts as was it's reaction. It was disturbing that people kept going their way regardless of what happened in the middle of the road. It's fine that you are busy going your own way, but there were people inside. They might be hurt.
It's not our job to tell people what they can or cannot do(Unless we're people of the law-Which we are not) but you can give a suggestion.
One shouldn't get that selfish that on road to goals, you ignore people who might be hurt or are important to you.
Everyone matters.
Everyone has value.
Never forget that.
Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black

I wanted to write yesterday, and all I did was stare at a blank piece of paper with a pen in my hand. There is a thing, a weird spot for writers and I was stuck in it.
It frustrating because you want to write but you can’t since your head is either:
Filled with so many thoughts they can take a year to line up, or
Blank in all directions and passages.
I was victim of the second. What I did, to solve that, is talk to a friend who also happens to be a writer (No surprises there, I mean twisted people like to be friends with the twisted minded). And as I was reading what he wrote, I was inspired to write. It was not copying or making excuses for not writing, but it is because someone writes and he or she writes to inspire someone, somehow.
So thank God for the Muse.
Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black

Yesterday was a big step for me towards my career as a writer. I was invited to a university as a guest speaker on Iqbal Day.
Allama Iqbal is called 'Poet of the East' and to speak on a platform like that was a milestone for me.
I always saw recognized people coming as guests in my college and university and I wanted, deep down to get that same honor and respect. And yesterday fate gave me that moment of pride.
I was introduced as a young writer and the way people were looking, the way they were inspired, that was all the recognition I needed.
Writing is much more than cheap fame and money. If people don't know you globally, that doesn't make you a bad writer. Your time will come. Just as I hope I will have that time to shine too.Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black