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Saturday, May 31, 2014


Excuse my last post. I'm not well-versed in poetry (get it?). I'm much better at prose, which might sound a bit prosaic at times (get this one?). I like to believe in the power of words, and, as a fierce opponent of violence, I insist that spoken (or written) word is the best way to achieve results.

Violent people are weak. They can't control themselves, and they end up hurting people because it's the easiest thing to do. Strong people are those who can control themselves when in a fit of rage.

I truly believe that violence is for cowards. Cowards can't accept other people's views. They can't even accept others' existence. When someone opposes them verbally, they feel threatened, and they attack (either verbally or physically) without hesitation to "protect" themselves. They feel threatened because they have the illusion of power and control, and feel that any instance of criticism is an "effort to undermine" them. They are truly unfortunate.

Violence is for the stupid. If you believe that imposing your "beliefs" upon others forcibly does anything to serve you(r cause), you are abysmally mistaken. People might fear you. They might obey you. But once people wake up and realize what an absolute nothing you are, you are back to nothing. Only those who can't talk resort to violence, after all.

I'm strong; I'm brave; I'm smart; I'm peaceful.
(I think I might be a bit arrogant, too!)

Wednesday, May 28, 2014


When I'm surrounded by people I feel all alone.
When I'm most liked I feel most forlorn.
I can turn any emotion into sadness.
"Why would anyone like me? Must be madness!"

Smiles make me want to cry; laughs make me want to groan.
It seems as though gloom is all I've known.
They say sadness improves your memory, but I feel it's the other way for me:
My memories are sad; and so they strengthen my sadness.

I am happy; I like my life; I love my family; I love my home.
I just don't like the monster that I've become.
I only see negativity, focus on the downside,
And see everyone else as mindless clones.

Why is it that you're a human when you're born;
But turn into a monster once you've grown?

Sunday, May 18, 2014


"To stop the bloodshed - and prevent all harmful consequences of uprisings in the Arab world - give people their rights."
Nobody. EVER!

 It is the obvious solution. To the poverty, the deprivation, everything. No one really cares! No one wants it to stop. And those who do, make things complicated in an indirect way. You demand freedom (among many other rights), and what you get is even more oppression; even carnage. I can't seem to see why some people like to blame the "resistance" or the "revolutionaries" for all that's been happening. If we'd been given our rights in the first place, no one would have had to ask for them -- neither peacefully nor violently.

Life in the Arab world has become unbearable. We've been leading a kind of deprived life for a very long time now, and it only seems to be going downhill. In countries that haven't experienced significant amounts of violence (like the one from which I come and am), governments only seem to try to make matters worse: new legislations are passed to restrict our freedoms even more. Such actions are taken to ensure permanence of the system, and only serve to undermine it. Yes, the system is bringing about its own demise.

I know these are only the rants of a helpless kid, but the solution is right there, (clichédly) staring us in the eyes:


Monday, May 5, 2014

Review: The Fault in Our Stars

The Fault in Our Stars
The Fault in Our Stars by John Green

My rating: 2 of 5 stars

Um... It's, like, I didn't really like this book and whatever.

I mean, seriously? Is it OK to write a book using this language. I really don't know what to say about it. It's not exactly boring, but I can't fathom why it's so well-known and liked.
I didn't get AIA's ending, nor did I get TFIOS's.

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