Lady with the Magic Wand

She had a wand in her hand

Which she swished and flicked

Bright hues exploded from its fingertip

They mingled, blended and mixed

To create wonders on her canvas

All those who watched, left spellbound

And got transported to the magical lands

Of night skies, stars, butterflies and dreams of an everlasting light

They spoke of her hope, love and her warmth

No wonder she rose high up, above the skies

Unto the heavens where only angels get to fly

For her wand held her blood and her heart ❤️”

Her famous painting of a Hijabi Lady with Wings of feathers

Shabna Sumayya , the artist who creates magic on her canvas and in the eyes of the beholder. Just like her name, ‘Shabna’, her paintings also belong to the mesmerizing beauty of the night. They are full of dark night skies lit with a million brilliant stars ; stars so bright and shiny that it makes you want to gaze at her paintings for a longer while.

Though there are numerous famous lady artists out there, this lady’s paintings have a power which allures you into another dreamy world altogether. Her paintings shout out boldness and each of them has a story to tell. She paints women of colors, rainbows, pain, hopes and dreams. The same reason why most women are drawn to her paintings. The female cry outs and pains of being suppressed, denied, harassed and abused are beautifully expressed through her canvas. This gives her paintings a greater definition of change.

A proud hijabi who came from a background where expressing her thoughts in the form of artworks and writings were discouraged and considered unislamic, she struggled to pave her path to success. Yet she chose to hold on to her passion and faith which eventually led to appreciation from her family, friends and also earned herself a faithful set of art admirers for her works. In this modern era, where youngsters let go of their faith and beliefs for the sake of fame, she is a fine example of how no amount of repression can subdue one from following one’s passion despite of the circumstances, without changing one’s unique self .

A self taught artist who tries every single day to learn and develop her art by taking advantage of technology and deriving inspiration from other artists, she is now an expert in acrylic, watercolor and digital paintings, among which watercolor is her favourite. Her hard work and dedication to prove the world wrong were payed off when she held her first Art exhibition at the Kozhikode Lalitha Kala Academy in the name of ‘Becoming’, a philosophical name which proves true to the word, Shabna Sumayya and her artworks are in the process of becoming like a cocoon shifting into a butterfly. The Sufi touch in her paintings immersed in wisdom and soulful poetry also add beauty to her artworks.

Her digital paintings

Being portraits of powerful women stories, there is no wonder, women are attracted to her paintings and relate to them a lot as they see their emotions being transformed into beautiful reflections of color in front of their eyes . This lady artist doesn’t like to limit her paintings to a name, as she believes naming her paintings hinders with the different perspectives through which her art lovers view her paintings. She started her writing career through her blog ‘Mezhuku Swapnangal’ (മെഴുകു സ്വപ്നങ്ങൾ), and is now an author of her published work ‘Kanal Kuppayam’ (കനൽ കുപ്പായം) by the Pendulum Books, which is a collection of her unnamed poems and writeups of human souls of pain and life.

A gentle human who is a possessor of a down to earth, humble personality and also a beautiful soul, she continues to touch several lives through her paintings and writings. Needless to say, she is indeed a muse to young artists and writers who have high hopes and dreams and a zeal for life.

Note : To know more about her paintings, follow her @shabnasumayya on Instagram . Those who wish to behold the magic in her paintings, she will be conducting an Art Exhibition in Ernakulam at the Durbar Hall, Kochi soon enough .

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ഇതു എന്റെ കഥ.അതികമാരും അറിയാത്ത ഒരു മെക്ക്റാണി യുടെ കഥ . ക്വീൻ സിനിമ ഇറങ്ങുന്നതിനും ശ്രീ ബുദ്ധ കോളേജ് ഓഫ് എൻജിനീയറിങ് ആൻഡ് ടെക്നോളജിയിൽ ഓണാഘോഷം നടക്കുന്നതിനും മുൻപ് 2014 ഇൽ ഒരു സെപ്തംബർ മാസത്തിൽ ഇലാഹിയ കോളേജ് ഓഫ് എന്ജിനീയറിങ് ആൻഡ് ടെക്നോളജിയിൽ നടന്ന എന്റെ ആദ്യത്തെ ഓണാഘോഷത്തിന്റെ കഥ.ഇന്നേവരെ ഒരു പെണ്ണും കാലുകുത്താത്ത ഇലാഹിയയുടെ മെക്കാനിക്കൽ ഡിപ്പാർട്മെന്റിലേക് ഒരു പെണ്ണ് വരുന്നു എന്ന വാർത്ത ഞാൻ എത്തുന്നതിനു മുൻപ് തന്നെ പല ചെവികളിൽ എത്തിയിരുന്നു. ‘ഏതവൾക്കാണു ഇത്രക്കു ധൈര്യം ? പെണ്ണാണോ അവൾ വേണ്ട ‘ എന്നുള്ള പതിവ് കമന്റുകളും ഇലാഹിയയുടെ കൺഫെഷൻ പേജിലും നിറഞ്ഞു.

മാനേജ്മെന്റ് കോളേജ് ആയതിനാൽ റാഗിങ് വിലക്കിയതുകൊണ്ടാണോ ,അതോ കണ്ടാൽ കണ്ണാടി വെച്ച ഒരു പാവം പടിപ്പിസ്റ് (ഈ പറഞ്ഞ സ്വഭാവം ഒന്നും എനിക്കില്ല) എന്നു തോന്നിയത് കൊണ്ടാണോ , അതോ പിന്നീട് വിശദമായി പരിചയപ്പെടാം എന്നു കരുതിയത് കൊണ്ടാണോ എന്നറിയില്ല , അതികം സീനിയർസിന്റെ കണ്ണിൽ പെടാതെ കുറച്ചു നാൾ ഞാനൊരു പാവം പടിപ്പിസ്റ്റായി നടന്നെങ്കിലും എനിക്ക് ബോറടിച്ചു തുടങ്ങിയിരുന്നു. അപ്പോഴാണ് കോളേജിലെ രണ്ടു മെയിൻ പുള്ളികളായ എന്റെ മെക്കാനിക്കൽ സൂപ്പർ സീനിയർസ് , ലിയാക്കത്ത് ഇക്കയും ( സ്നേഹപൂർവം ഞങ്ങൾ ലിയാക്ക എന്നു വിളിക്കും ) ,സഫ്വാൻ ഇക്കയും എന്നെ പരിചയപ്പെടാൻ വരുന്നത്. ആദ്യം കലിപ്പിട്ടു നീ എന്തിനാടീ മെക്കാനിക്കൽ എടുത്തത് എന്നൊക്കെ ചോദിച്ചെങ്കിലും എന്റെ കൂൾ ആയ ചിരിച്ചു കൊണ്ടുള്ള സംസാരം കെട്ടാണോ എന്തോ അവർ എന്നോട് കമ്പനിയായി.

ആ കൂടിക്കാഴ്ച ഒരിക്കലും മറക്കാനാവാത്ത ഒരു പിടി നല്ല ഓർമ്മകൾ എനിക്ക് സമ്മാനിക്കുമെന്നോ സ്വന്തമായി വലിയേട്ടന്മാരോ ഇക്കാക്കമാരോ ഇല്ലാത്ത എനിക്ക് കുറച്ചു നല്ല ആങ്ങളമാരെ കിട്ടുമെന്നോ ഞാൻ ഒരിക്കലും പ്രതീക്ഷിച്ചിരുന്നില്ല. പിന്നീടുള്ള എന്റെ ഇലാഹിയയിലെ നാളുകളിലെ ഓരോ മുക്കിലും മൂലയിലും അവരാൽ നിറഞ്ഞിരുന്നു . പോകുമ്പോഴും വരുമ്പോഴും ബ്രേക്കിലുമൊക്കെ എന്നെ പിടിച്ചു നിർത്തി കുശാലാന്വേഷണങ്ങൾ അന്വേഷിക്കുന്നതും കളിയാക്കുന്നതും തമാശകൾ പറയുന്നതും ഒക്കെ പതിവായിരുന്നു. ലിയാക്ക, സഫ്വാനിക്ക,സമദ്ഇക്ക (കോളേജിൽ പെണ്പിള്ളേർക്കിടയിൽ സുപരിചിതനായിരുന്നു പുള്ളി) ,ആദിൽക്ക, അസദിക്ക , രാം ചേട്ടൻ , ബേസിലേട്ടൻ ,റിസ്വാനിക്ക എന്നിങ്ങനെ തുടങ്ങിയ സൂപ്പർ സീനിയർസ് (പേര് വിട്ടുപോയവർ ക്ഷമിക്കുക) കുറഞ്ഞ സമയത്തിനുള്ളിൽ എന്റെ മനസ്സ് കീഴടക്കിയിരുന്നു.

മെക്ക് ഹൗസിലെ സ്ഥിരം അന്തേ വാസികൾ (റിസ്വാൻക്ക , അർജ്ജുനേട്ടൻ, സമദ് ഇക്ക,ഹിഷാംക്ക, ഇല്യാസ്ക്ക)

അന്നത്തെ സീനിയർസിന്റെ താവളമായിരുന്നു മെക്ക് ഹൗസ്. ഫൈനൽ ഇയേഴ്സ് ആണ് അവിടെ താമസിച്ചിരുന്നതെങ്കിലും ഞങ്ങളുടെ ബ്രാഞ്ചിലെ ആർക്കും അവിടെ ഏതു സമയത്തും കയറിച്ചെല്ലാമായിരുന്നു. ഏതു നേരവും ഉണർന്നിരിക്കുന്ന മെക്ക്‌ഹൗസ് ചർച്ചകളുടെയും ഓർമക്കൂട്ടുകളുടെയും ഇരുമ്പിനെ സ്നേഹിച്ച മെക്കന്മാരുടെയും സ്വപ്ന ഭവനം ആയിരുന്നു.ഒരു ബ്രാഞ്ച് എന്ന ഒറ്റ വികാരത്തിന്റെ മേൽക്കൂരയിൽ അവരങ്ങനെ സ്വപ്നങ്ങൾ നെയ്തെടുത്തു.

അങ്ങനെ അതികം താമസിയാതെ ഓണവും വരവായി.കോളേജിലെ ആദ്യത്തെ മെയിൻ ഇവന്റ് ആയതിനാൽ എനിക്ക് തിളങ്ങാൻ കൂടിയുള്ള അവസരം ആയിരുന്നു അതു. ബദ്ധവൈരികളായ സിവിലും മെക്കാനിക്കലിന്റെ കഞ്ഞിയിൽ പാറ്റ ഇടാൻ വരുന്ന ഇലക്ട്രിക്കലും കമ്പ്യൂട്ടർ സയൻസും പാരകളായി വരുമെന്നതിനാൽ (മറ്റു ബ്രാഞ്ച് സുഹൃത്തുക്കൾ എന്നോട് ക്ഷമിക്കുക) ,അണിയറ രഹസ്യങ്ങൾ പുറത്തു വിട്ടിരുന്നില്ല.

ഓണത്തിന് എന്തു പ്രതീക്ഷികണമെന്നു യാതൊരു വിധ ഊഹവും ഇല്ലാതിരുന്ന എന്നോട് ഞങ്ങൾ ആനയെ കൊണ്ടുവരുമെന്നും നിന്നെ ആനപ്പുറത്തു കയറ്റുമെന്നുമുള്ള ആദിൽക്കയുടെ തമാശ കലർന്ന പ്രഖ്യാപനം കേട്ട ഞാൻ ഒന്ന് ഞെട്ടി .തമാശ ആണെങ്കിലും റോയൽ മെക്ക്‌ ആണ് , നല്ല കട്ടക്ക് നിൽക്കുന്ന ആണ്പിള്ളേർ, പറഞ്ഞാൽ പറഞ്ഞ പോലെ ചെയ്യാൻ തന്റേടമുള്ളവർ , ഒന്നും പറയാൻ പറ്റില്ല.അങ്ങനെ ആകാംക്ഷയുടെയും തയ്യാറെടുപ്പുകളുടെയും നാളുകൾക്കു അന്ത്യം കുറിച്ചു എല്ലാവരും കാത്തിരുന്ന ആ ദിവസം വന്നെത്തി.

ആന അങ്ങനെ ഇലാഹിയയിൽ ഐ. ഡി കാർഡ് ഇല്ലാതെ കയറി

ഓണം കൂടാൻ അങ്ങനെ മെക്ക് ഹൗസിൽ ഒരു പുതിയ അന്തേവാസി കൂടി വരവായി .ഒരു കുട്ടിയാന. പനിനീരും പിണ്ഡവും ഒക്കെ തളിച്ച ശേഷം റോയൽ മെക്കിന്റെ കിരീടവും ചൂടി കോളേജിലേക്കു ആൺപടയുടെ അകമ്പടിയോടെ അവനും എഴുന്നള്ളി.അന്ന് ആനയും അംബാനിയുമൊന്നും കാമ്പസുകളിൽ അരങ്ങു കുറിക്കാത്ത കാലം ആയിരുന്നതിനാൽ മാനേജരിന്റെയോ പ്രിൻസിപ്പലിന്റെയോ അനുമതി ഇല്ലാതെ ആനയെ കയറ്റാനായിരുന്നു ഉദ്ദേശം.

റോയൽ മെക്കാനിക്കൽ കീ ജയ്

മാവേലിയും പുലികളിയും കോലങ്ങളും നാസിക് ഡോളിന്റെ അകമ്പടിയോടെ കോളേജ് ഗേറ്റിൽ എത്തിയപ്പോൾ ഡിസ്‌സിപ്ലിൻ കമ്മറ്റിയിലെ രഞ്ജൻ സാറും ഷാജി സാറുമൊക്കെ ഓടിയെത്തി. എനിക്കു അകത്തുകയറാൻ ഐ. ടി കാർഡെന്തിനു എന്നുള്ള ആനയുടെ നില്പും കാതടപ്പിക്കുന്ന കൊട്ടും , സാർമാരെ തടുക്കാൻ വാ ഞങ്ങൾ ഒറ്റക്കെട്ടാണു എന്നുള്ള മനോഭാവവും കണ്ടിട്ടാവണം അവരും പിന്മാറി. അങ്ങനെ ഇലാഹിയയിൽ ആദ്യമായും (അവസാനമായും ) ആനയും കയറി.

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അരങ്ങു കുറിക്കൽ

കോളേജിലെ എല്ലാവരുടെയും ദൃഷ്ടി പതിയുന്നിടത്തു എത്തിയപ്പോൾ ലിയാക്ക എന്റെ കയ്യിലേക്ക്‌ ഒരു തേങ്ങ എടുത്തു തന്നു ഉടക്കാൻ.ആകെ തത്രപാടിലായ ഞാൻ ചോദിച്ചു “ലിയാക്ക , ഇതു എങ്ങാനും ഉടഞ്ഞില്ലേൽ എന്തു ചെയ്യും ?” “ടീ ..നീ ശക്തിക്കങ്ങു എറിഞ്ഞോ, മോളെ നാറ്റിക്കല്ലേ,ഉടഞ്ഞില്ലേൽ നാണം കേടും” എന്നു ലിയാക്കയും.കേട്ട പാതി കേൾക്കാത്ത പാതി പടചോനേന്നും മനസ്സിൽ വിളിച്ചു ഒരൊറ്റ ഏറു. പല കഷ്ണങ്ങളായി ചിതറിയ തേങ്ങാ പൂള് പറക്കാനായി എല്ലാവരും തിക്കു കൂട്ടിയപ്പോൾ ലിയാക്കയുടെ ചോദ്യം ,ഏന്ത് ഏറാർനെടി എന്നു.ആനയുടെ ഏഴയലത്തു കൂടി പോവാത്ത ഞാൻ അങ്ങനെ ആ കുട്ടി ഗജവീരന്റെ വായിൽ ശർക്കരയും വെച്ചു കൊടുത്തു.

തേങ്ങാ ഉടച്ചു ഉദ്ഘാടിക്കൽ

പിന്നീട് നടന്നതൊക്കെ ഒരു പുക പോലെ ആയിരുന്നു.”We Royal,We are Royal ,We are Royal Mechanical..” തുടങ്ങിയ മുദ്രാവാക്യങ്ങൾ ഞാൻ വിളിക്കാൻ പഠിച്ചതും എന്റെ ഇക്കാക്കമാരിലും ഏട്ടൻമാരിൽ നിന്നുമാണ്.എന്നെ നടുക്ക് നിർത്തി ഒപ്പന കളിച്ചും ,മെക്കാനിക്കലിനു ജയ് വിളിച്ചും ആഘോഷമാക്കിയപ്പോൾ ആകെ ചമ്മി നിന്ന എന്റെ രക്ഷകരായി ഇല്യാസ് ഇക്കയും സമദ് ഇക്കയും എത്തി. ചുറ്റും ആഘോഷം കൊണ്ടു തുള്ളിയവരെ “മതിയെടാ അവളെ ബുദ്ധിമുട്ടിച്ചത് ” എന്നു പറഞ്ഞു തടഞ്ഞപ്പോൾ എനിക്കു അഭിമാനം തോന്നി. “മന്ത്രി കൊച്ചമ്മ വരുന്നുണ്ടെ ,ആർപ്പൊ ഇററോ എന്നും വിളിച്ചു സിവിലിലേയ്ക്കായി അടുത്ത റാലി .സിവിലിന്റെ മുന്നിലെത്തി പെൺപടകളുടെ നേർക്കു മെക്കാനിക്കൽ ശരങ്ങൾ ഉതിർത്തു ചെറിയൊരു ഓണതല്ലിനു തുടക്കം കുറിച്ചു വല്ലാത്തൊരു റിലാക്സേഷൻ കിട്ടിയ മട്ടിൽ തിരിച്ചു ഞങ്ങളുടെ ബ്ളോക്കിലേക്കു. ചെറിയ ചില കലാപരിപാടികൾക്കും പായസത്തിനും ശേഷം (മെക്കാനിക്കലിൽ ഓണസദ്യ വിളമ്പുന്നത് ഒട്ടും പ്രായോഗികം അല്ല) നിറഞ്ഞ മനസ്സോടെ വീട്ടിലേക്കു വണ്ടി കയറി.

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സിവിലിന്റെ നെഞ്ചത്തു 😈

ക്വീൻ സിനിമയിലെ ഓണാഘോഷം കണ്ടപ്പോൾ മനസ്സിലൂടെ ഓർമ്മകൾ മിന്നിമറഞ്ഞതിനൊപ്പം അറിയാതെ കണ്ണിൽ നിന്നും മഴത്തുള്ളികൾ ഉതിർന്നു വീണു. എന്റെ ബാച്ചിലെ പയ്യന്മാരുടെ ഒപ്പം നടന്നതിനേക്കാൾ കൂടുതൽ ഞാൻ അവരോടൊപ്പമാണ് നടന്നിരുന്നത്. അവർ ഇറങ്ങിപ്പോയതിനു ശേഷം സെക്കൻഡ് ഇയറിൽ കോളേജിലേക്ക് വരാൻ എനിക്ക് തോന്നിയിരുന്നില്ല.കൂടെ നടന്നിരുന്ന കാമ്പസിലെ ഓരോ വഴികളും, സംസാരിച്ചിരുന്ന ഓരോ മരത്തണലുകളും പിന്നീട് ശൂന്യതയുടെ ഒരു വലയം തീർത്തിരുന്നു.ഒരുപാട് പേരുടെ കൂടെ നടന്ന ആ കോളേജിൽ ഒറ്റക്ക്‌ ഒറ്റക്കു നടന്നപ്പോൾ അവരുടെ കൂടെ അങ്ങു ഇറങ്ങിപ്പോകാൻ പറ്റിയിരുന്നെങ്കിൽ എന്നു പല തവണ ആഗ്രഹിച്ചിരുന്നു.പിന്നീടു വന്ന ജൂനിയർ മെക്ക്‌റാണിമാരോട് എനിക്ക് പറയാൻ ഒരുപാട് കഥകൾ സമ്മാനിച്ചു പോയ , ഞാൻ എന്നും എപ്പോഴും വല്ലാണ്ട് മിസ്സ് ചെയ്യുന്ന എന്റെ ഇക്കാക്കമാർക്കും ഏട്ടനമാർക്കും ഈ പെങ്ങൾ സ്നേഹത്തിൽ ചാലിച്ചു എഴുതിയ ഓർമ്മക്കുറിപ്പ്. ❤️

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My World of Pages

Immersed in a book is my favourite place to be.

Flying through the pages

Of lands unseen, of rivers and mountains,

Yonder it seems.

The wizards and witches, the kings and queens ,the lover and the saint,

Spoke their tales,

To the girl who forgot to dream.

No hugs were exchanged,

Yet these strangers managed,

To wipe her tears and fill her soul

With the elixir of life.

For hours and days , months and years,

She forgot to bother of the world outside

And the conflicts inside.

Oh! How she longed to be lost in the pages of a book,

Beyond which there seemed no meaning to this life.

She wished to be heard, to be loved and devoured

Like the girl in the books she had read,

With passion and fervour.

Her dreams to write of an unrequited love,

Was her last hope of breaking free

From the pangs of her heart.

Like the bird who finally escaped from the hunter of her past,

She soared high to a sky full of light,

To be lost in the pages of a book.

How to fight depression

None of us are perfect in anyway. We were born to break, fail, fall down and pick ourselves up from the deep situations of our lives. But there comes a point when we no longer feel like getting up or fighting back anymore. A point where we feel we are drained of every ounce of energy, that we no longer want to actually live our lives anymore. This is when we realise that we are depressed and fed up. Trust me guys, I have been there.In fact most of us have been there or still is, though we don’t admit it anymore. Here are some tips I would like to share with you that helped me and I believe would help you too.

1) Accept the fact that you are depressed

Most of us fail to accept the fact that we are depressed. Only when we identify the problem can we find a plausible solution to it. Admitting you are depressed doesn’t mean belittling yourself. It just means that you too are a human who makes mistakes and is flawed. Remember the person who can help you is yourself.

2) Travel and discover new places

Are you someone who has never even been to the park next street or the beach in your hometown? Then get your ass up and just get out. I know you will want to lie down on your bed, hug your pillows and cry your sockets out the whole day. But you are never going to feel better if you don’t. Go solo trips to places you have never been, get some fresh air, new experiences, meet new people to whom you don’t have to explain anything about your life,try out a new cuisine on your own, cry without any embarrasment in front of the sea and mountains and finally let it all wash out and you will discover that a new peace will surround you.Common, go on that vaccation you have always wanted to take but never found time for.

3)Identify your hobbies and nourish your passions

This is the time for recovering your old habits and making some new ones. To distract your mind get involved in reading, writing, singing or something of your choice and focus all your sadness into it. Maybe you will discover a new passion you never even knew existed within you.

4) Pray and get closer to God

Utilise this time to get closer to God. It doesn’t matter if you never were a true believer. Just sit on that prayer mat or down on your knees and pour your heart out. Sure he listens to everything but talking out your problems to God is going to be a big relief.

5)Stay away from social media

Simply take a break and stay away from social medias for a while. Sometimes seeing your friends having a perfect life with fun-filled weekends is going to be a pain to watch. But remember that none of their lives is perfect. All of them are flawed just like you are. What you see on social media is just what they portray to the outside world. You may not see the pain or struggle behind their smiles. But when depressed it’s better to refrain yourselves from social medias to refresh yourselves.

6)Break your routine

Have you been leading a monotonous life? The one where you go to your college or worplace and return to your bed exhausted doing nothing you love or gives you a positive vibe? Then change it, break the routine. If you have always been a night owl, try to get up early to the break of dawn and listen to the nature singing her heart out. It can be anything ordinary which you were not used to doing .This helps to change your outlook and get rid of that boredom you deal with every single day.

7)Listen to famous talkshows, read books and watch inspirational movies

There are a lot of famous speeches and talkshows on youtube. I like listening to Jay Shetty videos, Goalcast videos, TEDx talkshows and motivational speeches of famous personalities. Also there are books which help in changing your perspective towards life, some of my favourites include Fault in our stars, A Walk to remember etc. I also love watching inspirational movies ;each of them gives an insight to how people overcame difficulties and achieved happiness in their own ways. Some of my favourite movies include Pursuit of Happyness, Forrest Gump, Freedom writers, Shawshank redemption etc. These movies helped me attain hope in life.

8)Talk to your close friends or family

Even in the most difficult of times, your true friends and your family will always be there to listen to you. But you should be willinging to share it with them. Otherwise they are never going to know how you feel, what you are going through and won’t be able to help you out. If you have friends and family who love you, they are sure to look out for you and help you get through this tough phase.

9)Get an appointment with a psychiatrist

Sometimes sharing something with your friends and family is going to be embarassing , specially if your problem involves them, or if you don’t trust them enough to share or if they are judgemental. In such cases, it’s better to share it with an outsider. But when you visit a psychiatrist, make sure that he has authentic practice license and also he is trustworthy. There has been cases reporting fraud and doctors discussing their patients history to strangers against their knowledge. There is a stigma surrounding consulting a psychiatrist even now. But trust me just as your body needs medicine for recovery, your mind also need some care. And what is better than going to an expert in the field.

10)Finally, Realisation

Most of us believe that life will get better eventually. It is human nature. The belief that good days will come keeps us moving. But the most important realisation is that life will always test you with hurdles.There will be happy times as well as sad. But the problems you now face may not seem so difficult later. The present situations are the ones which help you gain strength and courage to face bigger hurldes. Realising that life is a mixture of all this and its unpredictability is what makes it beautiful will eventually help you to relate to a higher meaning in life.

We are all blessed in different ways. Never lose hope and give up. I hope God gives us all strength to deal with our lives. Hakuna Matata! 😊

“ALAS, SYRIA!”

Alas, Syria! Iam ashamed of myself!

For I never counted having a family, food to eat and a house to sleep in blessing enough.

For I complained of the visits I never had to the new Starbucks outlet or the new Enfield my dad never bought for me unlike the rich kids down my street.

Alas, Syria! Iam ashamed of myself!

For I shouted at my mom because the food didn’t meet my standards nor satisfy my tastes,

While my little sisters and brothers coudn’t sleep of empty stomaches rumbling at night.

For I complained that I coudn’t concentrate as the A. C was too old and I felt too hot,

While my little sisters and brothers with parched lips and bleeding naked soles ran to safety under the scorching sun.

Alas, Syria! Iam ashamed of myself!

For I made a fuss in getting my lazy self out of bed to attend college, all time bikering how boring the lectures were,

While my little sisters and brothers wished they could go to school and prayed they get to live life atleast one normal day.

For I thought my life was so tough and hated it so much that I wanted to kill myself since I lost the love of my life,

While my little sisters and brothers prayed for their lives as they watched their mom, dad, sisters and brothers fall lifeless on earth in front of their eyes.

Alas, Syria! Iam ashamed of myself!

For I wasted time watching soaps and boasting of my perfect life on twitter, facebook and instagram instead of praying for you,

While my little sisters and brothers, hungry and cold became amputees, deaf, blind,orphans and corpses at a very tender age, bullets and bombings their very first sights of this wonderful world.

For I was busy following the latest sizzling news of my favourite filmstar couples getting married that I forgot to follow the news of your struggles,

While my little sisters and brothers covered in blood afraid of being clicked with camera and guns pointed at their faces.

I wonder how the photographers captured impeccable images not even a blur in their frames.

Didn’t tears well up in their eyes when the child cried innocently ; For I cannot bear it, even if my enemy cried in front of my eyes.

Alas, Syria! Iam ashamed of myself!

Oh! I feel so helpless sharing your tragedy on all social media!

For how could I even relate with the pain you are feeling or share the bullets and grenades you are bearing in your heart,

While my little sisters and brothers who should have been discussing video games and cartoons shouted out that the world has abandoned them.

I don’t understand the politics of the War but I thought the rich and mighty Arabs, Trump’s government and the Putin’s army still had a heart, I guess I was wrong.

All around me I hear people cry out as to how God could be so cruel, but instead I ask Almighty why he created humans who just kill and rape. How could they be so cruel?

Syria I weep for you with my heart and soul,

Wishing the world end right now, this very minute, to stop the cruelty of the world when humanity died.

Alas, Syria! Iam ashamed of myself!

Oh! I feel so helpless, for all I can do is pray,

And all I can ask of the humanity is to pray,

Alas, Syria! To pray for you.

Garden of Paradise

Firdouse was running around the garden chasing the rainbow butterfly, just like a hummingbird flying from flower to flower seeking nectar . She called it the rainbow butterfly as it was sprayed with all dashing colours including violet , red, orange , green and turquoise blue with black spots on its wings. It reminded her of the rainbow in the sky her teacher taught about at school and was a sight to her eyes. Playing in her Uncle’s garden, she forgot all sadness of staying away from home and her parents.

Her parents had gone to Mecca to perform Umrah(Pilgrimage). When she enquired Abba about what Umrah is ,he said ” Me and your Ammi are going to the house of Allah to seek his blessings through prayers.” She had not understood why they were not taking her with them and sadly asked with a pout ,” Why don’t Allah want to see me? Is it because he doesn’t love me?” “Oh! My child ,Offcourse Allah loves little children like you.He loves you so much that he doesn’t want to hurt your tiny feet with all the walking and praying. He wants you to grow big like Ammi and then come visit him at his home.” Abba replied with a smile .

Abba and Ammi took her to her Uncle’s when the day for their journey approached .Firdouse felt sad as she had never stayed away from her parents for such a long time .They would be gone for atleast a week. Abba wiped her tears and whispered in her ears “Firdouse ,you are the noor (light) of our eyes .We will bring you lots of dates and chocolates from Mecca when we come home.Be a good girl , listen to your Uncle and Aunty and also do your studies well and pray for us.” Firdouse nodded with a smile and waved them both goodbye.

“Firdouse ,come and drink your milk ,else you will be late for school “,her aunt called out .Firdouse stopped chasing the butterfly and rushed back into the house. Uncle and Aunt had two sons .Both of them were big and had gone off to work abroad. Firdouse did not have anyone to play with at their house and usually went with Noorah to school .Noorah was her best friend. Noorah with her big blue eyes and a wide grin showing off the gaps in her front teeth. Noorah always had wonderful tales to tell her on their way to school ,Of how the cat next door was stolen by a tramp, how her big brother had beaten a boy at school who teased him about his short height and about all the pretty dresses and dolls her cousins gave her. Firdouse was fascinated by Noorah’s tales and would listen intently. She would feel jealous as she never had any siblings or cousins to play with.

But that day Noorah was not at the bend of the road to receive her. She had been ill with the flu for many days now.She missed Noorah just like she missed her mom and dad. How Firdouse wished Noorah was with her so that she could tell her details of her stay at her Uncle’s big house. She mentally rehearsed on what all to tell her when Noorah would recover and go to school with her. Childish thoughts brimming her mind, she did not notice how quite and deserted the street was. All the shops had been closed due to the death of the Nawab . The Nawab was an elderly person and was a gentle soul who helped many of the poor and was dear to all the residents of their locality .They had closed their shops out of respect for the Nawab.She wished her school had given a holiday too but their principal was very strict and was of the opinion that the Nawab would have liked all kids to go to school even on his death day.

Firdouse was walking with a skip in her steps when she heard someone call out her name . She turned around to see who it is and saw that it was Hakeem Uncle. Hakeem Uncle was her fathers and uncles’ friend and would often visit Abba and have tea with him with long talks on serious stuff. Hakeem uncle was very kind and would bring along chocolates to give her and would make her sit on his lap and play with her whenever he was not talking to Abba. Hakeem Uncle came walking by her stride and asked her, ” Hey little Firdouse! How are you ? You are staying with your uncle right ? Do you miss your parents ? Come I will buy you some candy .” Firdouse smiled shyly and said hesitantly ,” But Hakeem Uncle I would be late for school .” “Thats ok .A candy won’t take five minutes and besides I will walk you to your school.”

It had been sometime since they had started walking still there was no sign of any candy shop in sight . Her little legs were tiring her and she was afraid her teacher would scold her for getting late. ” Uncle I want to go to school ,my legs are paining ” ,she worried. “Don’t worry little girl .I will take you to my place.Lets sit for a while and then we will start off. I will explain to your teacher if we are late.” He smiled reassuredly. She agreed reluctantly.They neared a deserted godown which was surrounded by trees with no one in sight. Hakeem opened the godown with his keys and led Firdouse into the place and pushed the shutters down with a loud bang.

Fidouse was startled and turned around the dark room scared .Firdouse spoke softly with little gasps ,” But uncle…..this..this is not your home..” .He laughed. “Offcourse it is not. Come here .Come to Uncle Hakeem. “He crooned. Firdouse backed off a few steps. There was something wrong with uncle Hakeem . The look in his eyes was not something she knew. The kind eyes she knew now seemed to have a wolfish hunger in them. Suddenly she felt afraid,she wanted to go home to her Abba and Ammi . Sweat broke off from her face and she started crying ,”I want to go home Uncle . Please take me home .” “Shut up you stupid girl .I had layed my eyes on you since the first time I came to your house.Be quite and come here or else you will never see your mom and dad again “.He roared. She wailed loudly and started running away from him.She tried running to an escape but found none.Hakeem chased behind her catching her nearly with his burly hands .She nearly escaped as she ran to the shutters. She started banging on it and cried out loud.She begged “Please uncle…ple…please don’t hurt me “.

She ran away again as he neared her but then slipped and fell on to the ground. She picked herself up but he suddenly grabbed her from behind and covered his mouth with his hands. She felt suffocated and gasped for air.She wriggled and kicked but slowly her energy drained her. Her tears blinded her eyes and she felt dazed. The beast bit on to her lips and sucked the blood out of it. He ripped off her shirt .She again tried to break free but he tightened his hands around her chest, digged his teeth on to her flesh and pushed her onto the ground. Her head hit the ground and blood wet the floors. Slowly her conciousness abandoned her senses as a pain surged up in between her legs. All her remaining senses left her.

Her bruised eyes opened up to reveal the dawn sky. Birds were chirrupping and the Subah Aadhan(call out for prayer) from the Mosque nearby filled her ears.The smell from the garbage pit in which she lay thrived her nostrils. But it was the unbearable pain which really hit her..a pain so unknown..that wrenched her in a tight rope squeezing the life out of her . A tear broke off from her left eye as she let out a gasp and called out in an inaudible voice “Ammi …Abba” . Firdouse remembered her Ammi’s words as a blinding light approached her,” Firdouse, your name means the highest garden in paradise .When everone die they wish to go to the Firdouse for it is said to be the most beautiful garden ever created by Almighty God .It has gushing rivers,singing birds,beautiful flowers of all shapes and sizes,juicy fruits and water that is ever so sweet that it quenches your thirst forever with a sip.That is why we named you Firdouse.Because you are the most beautful child Allah gifted us with.” “Ammi,will I too get to go to the Firdouse “,she asked innocently .”Yes my dear,you will go there if you are a good girl and do good deeds and listen to what Ammi and Abba says”,Her Ammi replied kissing her forehead.

She smiled with tears in her eyes as she lay there in pain.She knew she was going to be in Firdouse soon.She knew it was the angel made of light approaching her ; coming to take her to Allah . For the image and fragrance of a thousand flowers blooming and falling down the skies filled herself as the pain escaped her and her soul passed into oblivion as she lay lifeless, leaving the cruel world unaware of the chaos in which it is engulfed .

Kintsukuroi (“Golden Mend”)

She curled up into a ball

Retreating into her cocoon

Looking forelorn and cold.

Lonely, breathless gasps

Escaped into the moonless night,

Tears stained her cheeks

With brokenness and pain

Eyes sunken and hollow

Devoid of the glint of light

A Chilling pain surged into her heart

Shattered to leave thousand cracks.

She wished he would come back

To kiss off her scars

To heal the pain that lingered

And forgot to leave

But little did she know,

That the broken bits of china

Mended and held together

Become Strong and Invincible with time

Even if slammed onto the ground.

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