Liebster Award.


Well. It’s the very first time I’ve been nominated so I kinda have no idea how this works but lets see how it comes out.

First off, I would like to thank for nominating me. You give such nice compliments and you’ve really appreciated me a lot for which I am so thankful to you.

Here are:  The rules:

♦ Thank the blogger that nominated you.
♦ Write 11 random facts about yourself.
♦ Answer the 11 questions asked by the blogger that nominated you.
♦ Nominate 5 to 11 other bloggers and let them know they’ve been nominated.
♦ Come up with 11 questions for the bloggers you’re nominating.

Random facts about me:

  1. I am an introvert
  2. I love to take long walks in the forests ‘alone’
  3. I love my hairs
  4. I can just randomly come up with intense and meaningful poems
  5. I eat noodles, A LOT of them.
  6. I want to be an oncologist when I grow up
  7. I prefer studying over any type of fun
  8. I like all colors but black holds a special place in my heart
  9. I am bilingual. I can speak English, Urdu, Swedish, Hindi and some basic Spanish
  10. My favorite book is Ways To Live Forever
  11. My dreams are sometimes extremely weird

Questions by the blogger who nominated me:

  • What kind of superpower would you choose? Why?

I would choose flight (like superman!!?!?!!) Because I would love to fly like a bird or something.

  • If you had the chance to change anything about yourself, what would it be?

I have a very weak eyesight. Yes I would definitely change that about me.

  • One thing you truly hate about the world? Anything.

Ignorance. About the global warming and starving people and wars and everything else. The way this world ignores things is something I hate.

  • What is your perfect pizza?? *currently craving pizza*

With extra chicken and cheese, please?

  • What type of music do you listen to?

Always depends on my mood. Anything but classical.

  • What cheers you up when you’re motivated?

A table full of my favorite food.

  • If you could go out with a fictional character, who would it be?

Harry Potter 🙂

  • Do you watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S? if yes, who’s your fav character and why?

I’ve heard about it. But, Sorry.

  • Do you believe we are alone in this world?

Well it feels like that sometimes but I don’t want my family and best friend to say ‘What are we then? A POTATO?!?!?!?’ So, No.

  • A book or a movie?

I would choose a good book anytime over a movie.

  • Use one word to describe me as a blogger

Courteous 🙂


These people have such potential. Do check them out.



  1.  How would you describe yourself in just one word?
  2. How hot or cold is the weather of the country you live in?
  3. What is your aim for your future?
  4. Your favorite music band?
  5. How did you end up with a blog of your own?
  6. What is your favorite movie?
  7. If you can change one thing in the world you are living in, what would it be?
  8. Do you think money is the most important thing in this world?
  9. Who is your favorite superhero?
  10. Do you think you can end up with a book of your own?
  11. Describe my blog in one word.

Here you go. Well, it was fun. Hope it wasn’t boring. Bye.



Be equals, Be fair.

Hello. Hope all of you are doing good. These past two days have been a little hectic for me, taking buses back forth to the city  because my high school is in the main city. These long days were the reason why I was inactive but well, here I am now.

Today, I want to talk something that kind of bothered me today. Now as we all know that even though the world had been and is developing really quickly, people’s views are getting more and more modernized, technology is improving real quick. The gender discrimination has decreased. Loads. But unfortunately, it’s still there.

In some countries, it’s extreme and painful while in a very few countries, it is ‘Bearable’ not that it should be. It shouldn’t be ‘acceptable’ or ‘bearable’ even if it is barely there. A person shouldn’t put up with any of this load. Men shouldn’t be considered greater than a women just like women shouldn’t be given more value than men.

In today’s world, unfortunately, men are given more benefits and value than women. A man working in the same post and position as a woman still gets higher salary than the woman.

A women wearing makeup, makes her ‘fake’ while I’ve never heard a man being called ‘fake’ on the ground of his appearance or attempts to look more classy or handsome.

My opinion on this matter is simple. I think most of the people in today’s world don’t willing do or support gender discrimination. Just now, it has become something people have just learned from the past and don’t realize that what they are actually doing is not right.  People have become accustomed to these ways.

People have gotten so used to this that they have actually came to terms with this. Which seems just SO wrong. Even if the discrimination is in a small or large form, it is not acceptable to accept it. Protest. Don’t accept. Giving up is never the option. Because some people are in a dire need of realization.

Because whether you are a man or a woman, you should have the right to be equal to every single other person of this world.

PS: I wrote above that this mattered bothered me a lot today. It isn’t because I faced something like this or anything. Just a discussion in the classroom made me think about this topic.


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The school bell rang and students came running out of their respective classes. There was a different kind of hustle bustle in the entire school. After all it was Friday and everybody was excited for the weekend. All but one.

Lucy came out of her classroom bumping into the hyper and over excited students of her school. Everybody was buzzing. It was the last week of the school before the summer holidays. Monday was the career presentation day. Everybody in her class has already decided what they wanted to do. But Lucy was still clueless. She had tried a couple of things a person can do for a living but she was sure that she would never want to do any of those things. One thing that she had tried, was cooking, but not only did she fail miserably, but had also been forbidden to cook in the kitchen as long as her mom was alive.

Now she was helpless. Lucy only had two days to figure out what she wanted to do with her life. Or else she would be considered that kid in school who would forever live with her parents money or bank loans.And there was no way Lucy was letting that happen. After all she had a reputation and future to maintain.

So, Lucy spent the next two days trying out things one could have as a profession. She wanted to do something that would make her heart happy but she could still earn a good amount of  money through it. She tried to sing, but ended up getting kicked out of her own room because her brother thought that his ears were bleeding and OH she also broke his guitar’s string. She tried dancing but her head began to spin and she thought it was really tiring. She tried to write something to see how it goes and if she could ever have a chance at being a writer but after writing the second line, she ran out of words. This went on and by the end of the weekend, Lucy thought she had tried all kinds of things like painting, computer programming and acting. She had a lesson about software developing from her brother but GOD, SHE HATED EVERY MINUTE OF IT.

On Monday morning, Lucy woke up with a heavy heart. She had nothing in mind that she could chose to study as a field. Nothing satisfied her. She was sure that she would be a laughing stock today, at school. She accepted her defeat.

She got ready for school as usual. On her way to school, she felt a movement in a bush nearby as she stopped, she heard a small whine. She felt something deep within her, something calling out to her. She went on to see what was behind the bush. As she saw what it was, her heart clenched. A small puppy with wounds under his belly, was lying there. It was a deep gush. She acted on her pure instincts and took it with her back home even though she was getting late for school. She tended to his wounds like a mother would to her injured child, gave him food and laid him back in shoe box in her room. She reluctantly left her house again for school after making sure that the puppy was comfortable. But once she left her house, she knew just exactly what she going to give a presentation about. She had made up her mind and her brain and heart were satisfied. She knew just knew that if tending to animals is what gave her peace, A VETERINARIAN SHE IS GOING TO




Once Upon A Birthday.

Elo. Hope you all are doing good. There are only like six more days left of the summer vacations. I am really disappointed that I did nothing interesting all summer.  The summer is almost over, at least the intense heat is. *Thankfully*. Today, I was gonna talk about something funny that once happened to me and that is related to one of my favorite board games, Scrabble *_*. Seriously, I am IN LOVE  with that game. I’ve been playing it since sixth grade.

The game was introduce to me when I was 9 or 10 years old, but I started playing because I was being sent to an Inter-school Scrabble Championship by my school. I was a beginner back then so I had quit the game in the 3rd round itself  *there were total 5 rounds in the championship*. Since then, I was quite obsessed with the game. I started to play it online all the time because I unfortunately didn’t have a scrabble back then.

But then, came my favorite day of the year. My birthday 😉 That day after cutting the cake, I unwrapped all my gifts. I knew one of my uncle had gotten me scrabble because, you know, I selected it myself 😛 But once I unwrapped all of my presents, I had two scrabbles 😛  Yup, coincidentally,  my youngest uncle had also gotten me a scrabble board game 😛 It was then that I realized that maybe I was so over-obsessed with that game that it didn’t give people much choice about what I would like as a present.

One of those two scrabbles’ is still somewhere in the store room, as packed as the day I received it. Not that I loved it any less than the first one. I just want to fully USE UP  or you can say wear out the one I am using right now so that I can someday open the second one.

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Dream became fear.

It was used to be my favorite spot. The slope. Flying has always been my dream. I mean if I would ever have a super power, I would want it to be flight. So whenever I used to cycle down that slope, my cycle would pick up speed. My flying hairs and the wind hitting my face would give me a sense of freedom. I would feel as if I was flying free. But I guess all good things must come to an end.

   One extremely windy day, as I was coming down that  favorite spot of mine. My cycle picked up speed as usual. But that day, I didn’t get to enjoy that sense of freedom or the wind hitting my face. Dread and terror filled me up. *okayy so maybe I am exaggerating this a bit* But there was this car right infront of me. I lost control. Didn’t apply brakes. And *Bam* yup, I flew away from my cycle. I was injured. I still regret it till this day that I didn’t apply brakes but in my defence, I had this weird fantasy. I used to think that if I touch brakes while coming down a slope, the cycle would turn upside down. I know, I know 😆Foolish. 

   But well. That was the last day when I flew. I don’t have any more desire to  literally fly. No. It became a fear actually. That “Once-favorite” spot of mine is something that gives me goosebumps now. In a negative way. I don’t think I can ever cycle down slopes now. But this is my fear. And you overcome fears, not live with them. 

-Sarah Rashid

That Childhood Sleep

I sat there on my favorite spot

Heard them talk, didn’t get a thing

Got comfortable, settled in

The world became hazy, the voices faded out

When I woke up, I realised

Tooth fairy can’t tuck me in

So who made sure that I sleep tight?

That’s a childhood mystery we can solve

No matter where we dozed off

On a chair, couch or in the car

Always woke up with a mattress beneath

Yet the count of this incident is umpteenth

Someone did always made sure our childhood had no scars.

-Sarah Rashid

The Power Of Passion.

Just when you think
Hope is lost,
And giving up
Is all you got,
And blue turns black,
Your confidence is cracked,
There seems no turning back from here

Sometimes there isn’t an obvious explanation
Why the holiest hearts can feel the strongest palpitations

That’s when you can build a bridge of light,
That’s what turns the wrong so right
That’s when you can’t give up the fight

That’s when love turns night time into day,
That’s when loneliness goes away,
That’s why you gotta be strong tonight,
Only love can build us a bridge of light.

– From (Bridge Of Light) by Pink

Hola amigos! Hej hej! and Hello 🙂 Hope you’re all doing well. I’ve been feeling quite poetic lately so hopefully I can get back to my poetry that I left an year ago, but you never know    ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  well I’ll let you all know why.

When I first started writing poetry, I was in sixth grade, that was 4 years ago. I used to write whenever I was overwhelmed, filled up with emotions, too happy or too sad. I used to write for people I love, on their birthday cards and all. I made a connection with poetry thus I made up a book to collect all that I wrote. *wait a minute! I just realized that I have written *I* so many times in this paragraph. 12 times actually and this is such a small paragraph 😛 *

So yeah, once I started writing, there was no stopping. I wrote a hell lot of poems. I used to let out all my pent up feelings through poems, developed a connection with poetry but I guess things change. And things changed A LOT  for me for the past one year. I didn’t write anything for the whole year. But that doesn’t mean I stopped reading as well. The thing is, that I may have stopped writing but it was still my passion. And you don’t leave your passion. Not for anything in the world.

Your passion takes you to heights, makes you known or even if it doesn’t, it gives you satisfactions. Keeps your heart at peace. The point is, that no matter what happens, a person should never ever give up on their passion. Not for anyone or anything in this whole wide world. Because if you wanna get somewhere in life and be successful, you HAVE to love what you do.