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Makola94

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2 min read
Dear old world,

Thank you for still keeping a space for me. I understand that we do not get along particularly well, but I look forward to meeting you on most days. I want to learn more about you. Perhaps I'm wary of you because I do not understand why you are the way you are. Perhaps we both need to spend time on drafting a list of what we seek in each other. Will that work? I honestly don't know.

I'm no longer the optimistic teenager who was unguarded when greeting hope. I'm tired now, even more so with each day. And I have no longer the emotional strength to befriend you. Know this: you and I spent some good time together. I would memorise you and photograph what I loved so much about you. I would write about what you taught me. I would write for you, to you and with you. I would record you in any way I could; my attempt at preserving you was perhaps driven by the knowledge that you could not stay. That you were fleeting, leaving, and I did not know if you and I had all the time in the world.

You have become stranger to me and I've stopped trying to make notes on what I have perceived of you. I have gathered enough evidence to realise that you and I are a distant dream. It will not work. One of us may end up hurting the other. W. H. Auden says that "if equal love cannot be, let the more loving one be me." I seek to be the latter. I seek to love you more than you have loved me. And so, I forgive you. I am starting over again. I have let go of the notions I had of you. I am going to gather evidence - in the form of photographs, memories, scribbles, scraps of art - and still try to hold you up to the light. I am going to hope I was mistaken. I am going to benefit you by trying to retain some element of doubt.

with love,

Makola
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:)

2 min read
There is hope here.

These people are yours even if they leave, these lights can shine even in a blackout. Pakistan is very much alive and breathing.

Put your hand on your heart. You know you feel it too.


:peace::heart::earth:

makola

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The right word

3 min read
Outside the door,

lurking in the shadows,

is a terrorist.



Is that the wrong description?

Outside that door,

taking shelter in the shadows,

is a freedom fighter.



I haven't got this right .

Outside, waiting in the shadows,

is a hostile militant.



Are words no more

than waving, wavering flags?

Outside your door,

watchful in the shadows,

is a guerrilla warrior.



God help me.

Outside, defying every shadow,

stands a martyr.

I saw his face.







No words can help me now.

Just outside the door,

lost in shadows,

is a child who looks like mine.



One word for you.

Outside my door,

his hand too steady,

his eyes too hard

is a boy who looks like your son, too.



I open the door.

Come in, I say.

Come in and eat with us.



The child steps in

and carefully, at my door,

takes off his shoes.

- Imtiaz Dharkar

www.imtiazdharker.com/poems

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Happiness :)

4 min read
When you feel the lowest you could feel, that's when the smallest of thoughtful gestures meant for you can brighten up the world you breathe in.
I'm happy. I am.
I wasn't before, I know. It was difficult. Having your house, town, city, country attacked and violated by strangers who know nothing of what you are and what you care for is always difficult.
But once you let go of all the negativity in your system, that is when you can truly find breathing space. That's what I've done, and it has worked for now at least. And for that, I am so so grateful and happy.
Also in other happy news:
1) I adopted two kittens! :) Severus and Lily :heart:
2) Mehreen here has this habit of doing the most moving things you could possibly imagine from friends who live far yet are very close to you,
Like this:
For Ayesha by MehreenFreed
You're beyond words, MehreenFreed. I am so blessed to have you as a friend.
3) August has begun which means patriotism regarding Pakistan is at its best display. You can see green and white already, although I know it gets harder each year, but this time around I have buckets of hope inside me that this might just work out after all.
4) Ramadhan, the month of fasting for us Muslims, has arrived and it's so beautiful being united with complete strangers in prayer, standing with them shoulder to shoulder, greeting them, sharing space with them, opening your hearts.... :)
5) I received happy news from an aunt in Canada. So happy that those around me were in tears when they told me. I love my family. I will, always.

I know my list is not something you all might relate to, but it means a lot to me. Last year's summer and this year's are starkly different but the spirit and the jazba has increased, which is a good  thing.
I also know that not everything out there is joyous and there people who suffer even today. But somehow, if we share the happiness inside us, we will give them a chance of feeling it too.                                                     
I hope you have experienced some kind, form or intensity of happiness too.
Look around you, it's right there. Feel it.

:peace::heart::earth:
makola

P.S. Happy eleventh birthday, deviantART. You are the :heart:.

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my life

6 min read
Why do I talk about the benefits of failure? Simply because failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me. I was set free, because my greatest fear had been realized, and I was still alive, and I still had a daughter whom I adored, and I had an old typewriter and a big idea. And so rock bottom became a solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life. It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you've lived so cautiously, that you might as well not have lived at all.
-JK Rowling

:thumb215682853::thumb14131787: A Horizontal Fall by quarterbacker Sleepy Baby Po by Ennev Beach Football by IsacGoulart 82 FuneralsSo I hope you are happy,
safe in the comfort of your home.
It's been very bloody lately:
bombs, raids, attacks of the drone.
Look at my empty heart,
bleeding just incessantly.
Well, it's been torn apart,
like those millions of others you watch daily.
But I should thank you, you see
for leaving another city in screams.
This city, which is my home, being shred
to pieces for peace. But I should
thank you
for saving us. I should.
Before blood by blood and shot by shot
all that is left
is another land of the dead.
Crow by IReallyWannaKnow Jigsaw"The heart doesn't go there, silly." Spiral City by Phill-Art mildness square by wandi-Camarell Sunset at Nelson Bay by bairagi Time goes by like a train by Julie-de-Waroquier to have hope by hikarus:thumb215938968: About the evening sun.... by mechtaniya:thumb217516670: ForeverFor every laughter in my life,
Over the roar of sixteen years,
Remember I, each eternal sound;
Escaping like sand through the web of time.
Violently, gently, rudely these thoughts
Enter into here and now.
Really, it is temporary.


:peace::heart::earth:
makola

P.S. if anyone of you have any harry potter related art, or have come across it here on dA, do leave links to it. HP related feature in progress.

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