Incomplete

Of good days and bad ones..

Ali Z. — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 20:07:58 +0000

Hmm Days….for me they basically come in two types:

When I don’t miss you.
When I do…

And for the past 2-3 months they’ve only belonged to the second type.

p.s : I’ll get back to proper blogging once I successfully flush this crap out of my system…

My last finals here in FAST

Ali Z. — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 16:20:34 +0000

4 1/2 years in FAST and i’ll finally be getting my bacholers degree in CS after the finals inshaAllah, Which by the way start from the fourth of january.
Makes me kinda nostalgic about this hell hole and apprehensive about the future because I dont have a game plan, Baharhaal Allah maalik hai!

My house of cards…

Ali Z. — Sat, 24 Dec 2011 20:41:29 +0000

And when one by one Allah calls all your bluffs, it feels strangely liberating…. like when you remove warm items of clothing almost violently in a stuffy over heated room and can breathe again.

Now you have nothing to prove, no chip on your shoulder.
Now you may live your life…..

The Flower and the forest…

Ali Z. — Mon, 05 Dec 2011 12:01:42 +0000

“People give flowers as presents because flowers contain the true meaning of Love. Anyone who tries to possess a flower will have to watch its beauty fading. But if you simply look at a flower in a field, you will keep it forever, because the flower is part of the evening and the sunset and the smell of damp earth and the clouds on the horizon… That is what the forest taught me.That you will never be mine, and that is why i will never lose you…I will always remember now that love is liberty. I will always remember you, and you will remember me, just as we will remember the evening, the rain in the windows, and all the things we’ll always have because we cannot posses them.”

An Excerpt from Brida by Paulo Coelho

Rumi’s Prayer…

Ali Z. — Mon, 28 Nov 2011 18:18:39 +0000

Oh Lord,
I seek more of You than to name Your Name…
We are the flute: our music is all Yours.
The light of the soul sets not and has no yesterday.
Love is the astrolabe of your secrets.
If the light that illuminates the world were to draw near,
The world would be consumed.

God you have chosen me to be Your house.
If I take annoyance at every rub
How wilt I become a polished mirror?
O God, show us all things in this house of deception:
Show them as they really are.
Through love the stake becomes a throne
Through love the king becomes a slave.

Our Soul, the breath of our praise, steals away
Little by little from the prison of this world…
Our breaths soar with the choice of words, as a gift from us
To the abode of everlastingness.
Then comes to us the recompense of our praise,
A recompense manifold from God the merciful.
Then You cause us to seek more good words, so that
Your servant may win more of Your mercy.
Verily the source of our delight in prayer
Is the divine Love which without rest
Draws the soul home.

Prayer

Ali Z. — Sun, 27 Nov 2011 20:40:20 +0000

,God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
,Courage to change the things I can
.And wisdom to know the difference

You decide…

Ali Z. — Fri, 30 Sep 2011 18:53:01 +0000

Afterall you’ll have to live with them for the next 5 years….

The void…

Ali Z. — Fri, 16 Sep 2011 21:45:20 +0000

It starts off being Yea big — about the size of your thumb — it grows though and keeps on gnawing your insides. A day comes when it encomapases your whole being, the void that was inside you yesterday IS you today…

For better or for worse, for good or just for today— I’m back!

Question.

Ali Z. — Sun, 02 Jan 2011 21:31:49 +0000

How does one get his life back on track??
how does one bounce back after something so devastating????
I don’t know…
and I don’t want to.

Starting anew

Ali Z. — Wed, 13 Jan 2010 11:18:24 +0000

Life gave me lemons, in fact it gave me the whole damn orchard full!

It’s bout time I made some lemonade