Monday, 26 September 2016

The Adventures of Life

Chapter One; Allures
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He gazed at the softness of its touch. Its essence landed gently on the environment, bouncing off smoothly to the beds of glancing eyes, dancing in slow, calm, with grace. Its light lit the low heavy nimbus clouds that collected in poofy bundles, scattered as they graze the skies, advertising the dull glossy gray whiteness of its glow beaming from their fluffy curvatures, a floating cotton kingdom. Even though the moon wasn’t a full one, he could see how majestic its radiance was, as he leaned to find it from the slide up window. It was a romantic sight, but the guy sitting a seat across from him wouldn’t think so, he thought as he re-composed himself, hoping the dark cabin of the matatu (1) helped.

The soothing rhymes oozed into his ear drums relaxing him a little. He loved how each sound blended in composing waves, carrying nerves to heights with each note, slowly building up to its climax, the power of sound... His playlist always did him justice, and it was not letting now.

His eyes set on her once again. She sat in front of him. He first saw her when he was boarding after the family of the passengers alighted and freed up his favorite seat, right on the back end window of the van. It was then his sight met her. Flawless light colored skin that reflected enough of the cabin’s light to earn a beacon of attention from all the others. Big round eyes, perfectly spaced on her elongated face, plaited long hairs that she curled into a quickly done loop. And even with his sight problems he knew, she was beautiful…the kind you don’t see every day.

He saw the netted shoulder cover she had that translated into a creamy blouse made from curvy spaced pieces of cloth sawn together. It looked good on her, he thought. It’ll be good if it extended into a dress. The driver closed the conductor door of the express van and got back in his seat, turned off the cabin lights and they were off again.

He threw his glance back through the window. The hills, small bumps and protrusions on the flat land, yet so profound as they formed this height dancing view…steadily raising as they descended into their bordered world, seemingly as they cruised alongside them, the van exercising its suspensions as its tires shift positions under the highway road, steadily, passengers flowing with its soft jerks, in thought, in dream, in physic. It made him miss travelling. Hours of looking through windows, drifting away with passing trees and shrubs, thinking, reflecting, listening to Ibn Bukhatir and Alafasy, reading, shear bliss and introvert heaven.

She laid her head on the seat after her, and stared outside. Could she be seeing what he was seeing, how he was seeing it, could she be awed by the spectrums of colors and variety of perfection, of creatures that never ask for anyone’s attention even though they deserve it, just for being themselves, he thought as he watched her from his overlapping field of view. He wondered if she was connecting with it, thus with him…he wondered. He thought of how beautiful they would be standing on a rocky cliff on a beach, watching the sun set, no words, gazing at it, understanding, savoring… He thought of how they would raise a family together, how their friend’s kids would play around with theirs and how families would come together, he thought. He wondered how he’ll have to convince her to join his fold, how he would convince his family that she’s the one, how she would have to convince her family, relatives, how she may be forced to lie and pretend, how she might even have to lie to him just so to protect him from the snarls her disagreeing family might have…he thought. 

The persona was climaxing in his eardrums as he took him to his savor. He could see the distant housing lights that flickered over the tiny spaced tree branches like airport beacons, but faster. He was getting close. The moon light glowed again over the passing cloud. He looked at her again, wondering how shaytaan could turn her to a queen in every man’s eyes, in his eyes. Talk about travelling, he thought grinning.

The driver drove past the normal stage. People asked around at first, but quieted down when they realized he was done for the day. He dipped his hand into his back pocket, fetching a note and put it into his front shirt pocket, for the Boda (2) he’d have to take once he alighted. The van stopped and everyone prepared to get off. She felt for her bags, waiting for the ones in front to alight and said,


He froze for a second, perplexed and thought, talk about travelling. He wasn’t grinning this time O_o


1. Passenger Service Vehicle.

2. Motorcycle taxi

Saturday, 17 September 2016

Reality Behind the Friend Zones

By Lubnah Abdulhalim

One of the craziest thing in 21st Century are the friend zone memes. They are hilarious, heart-felt by many people and just one other way to make the sad situation of rejection sound funny. Well the memes afterwards escalated. It came to bro zone/sis zone (which is considered worse than friend zone) life zone, neighbour zone, mzee wa mtaa zone (the guy who is always approached by his female friend to solve her couple problems), father zone etc etc. You know at one moment we all did that ‘moment of silence’ thingy for all the bros in the friend zone…and behind most of the ‘hahaha’ and ‘HA HA HA’ in the comment section of friend zone memes there is a lot of pain hidden.

So recently there has been too much excitement on the net of the newly found logo for friend zone (which is the most common zone. I guess the root zone?). And it’s so hilarious how people actually believe that such logos are necessary?

As much as I find the memes to be hilarious, I don’t believe in the literal existence of these zones. I don’t believe in a corner where a nice guy is shoved in simply because he is too much a friend. Let’s be realistic, open minded and honest here. We all have what we look for in a partner or what makes a potential spouse. So…

No such thing as friend zone because I believe in personal preferences, choices, fate, priorities and decisions and not the life zones we justify with. You could be yearning for a partner with sparkling beauty yet she could be searching for a man with brains like Einstein? You could be after a man with an ambition while he is after a woman with twice his ambition? You could be after a lady with principles yet she is after a man with religion? Someone is checking his bank balance and someone else is after his humility. It all depends on personal emotions and interests, otherwise, everyone out there can be a potential partner. It’s nothing to do with anyone being in any zone. It’s all a matter of if someone has an interest in you or not. It is all a matter of compatibility and bonding on another level. It is about having someone to spend your entire life with. And sometimes, that lady or guy in the friend zone or bro zone or whatever wouldn’t be the best choice. IT IS THAT SIMPLE.

You could be the sweetest peach as they say, the nicest guy but maybe you just don’t have the one thing she has prioritized in a partner. There is no way around it. And most of the times people only try to be nice and not hurt anyone’s ego by telling them ‘You are my good friend’ or whatever people say. They just don’t want you to feel like something is wrong with you or you are not worth them; it’s all about what their choices are and sometimes it is as much difficult for them too to make such decisions.

It is okay to console yourself with the memes, to embrace your pain and to laugh about it because you are not alone. But no it’s not okay to use it as a justification of why someone was rejected. See that guy who made it out of the bro zone? The silly girl finally realized his worth and perhaps understood that what is missing in him; he’s got something better. Not just because he squeezed himself out of the tight corner called bro zone. It is because she has now made her choice and made him a priority.

One other thing that people never consider is that however CLOSE you are to another person, when it comes to the real deal of making someone your life time partner, things change. High-peaked emotions are included here. The way a guy is with his girl best friend is not exactly the same way he would be if the same girl became his partner. This is because we now have expectations, deeper attachment, love associated with every action. So yeah it IS different…and sometimes, people are better off as they are, where they are; in those hypothetical zones.

If you want to deal with this kind of rejection then you have to believe in the choices others make even if they are not the best for you. You have to believe in fate; in accepting that not everything is going to go as you wish. That sometimes the person you see the best for you is actually not the best? That maybe that person is just not ready for such commitment or they already have a lot on their plate and cannot be emotionally available? That everything happens for are a reason. That perhaps God is saving you a whole lot of pain that would come from being with that person. Well it is difficult no doubt but if you want to get over this, you better find a better reason to justify your rejection rather than the zones. Because all these zones? They don’t exist…

Saturday, 3 September 2016

The Meaning of Life (Dhul Hijjah Series Special)

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By Talk Islam

Part Two: Over 1400 Years Ago

Havent read part one?Click here

The creator of everything along with every single soul,
The Ever living, the Master, the only One who is in control,
Unlike His creation, beyond our imagination and No,
He’s not a man nor does He have, any part in his association,
He’s on His own,
And no did He ever, leave us, Alone…
Just like every manufacturer, He left us with an instruction manual,
The Quraan and Islaam and am sorry to jump to conclusions but is the, only one possible,
The only definition of God is the One and Only, Supreme Being its, logical,
A Book with, zero contradictions with, miracles that are both scientific and, historical,
All revealed over, fourteen hundred years ago,
Like the detailed description of the, human embryo,
To the mountains as pegs holding, firm the earth below,
And the two seas that, don’t mix in a complete separate flow,
To the planets in orbit, alternating night and day as they stay, in flow,
The expansion of the universe and the creation of everything from, H-2-O,
To the stories of the past and the preservation of, pharaoh,
 To identifying the lowest part in the land where, Persia defeated Rome,
The gushing fluid that, created man in the glands between the ribs and the, back-bone and,
Not a word has changed its still the same so, please explain how, all this was known,
Over 1400 years, ago…
To a man who couldn’t, read or write as he would, recite whatever the angels spoke,
And if you still don’t believe please try to, come up with something that’s, even close,
But you can’t. So we took God as a mockery and His, Messengers as a joke…
Dismissed his scriptures as legends and, tails of the ancient folk, as we,
Live life according to our, whims desires and hopes,
Saying this life is the, only home we will, ever know,
We will live then die then simply turn to bones, 
Correction, after the grass dies the rain arrives and it, re-grows,
And Allah promises to do the same thing to your, very soul,
And bring you back from your, very fingertips to your toes… 
As the All-seeing Supreme Being watches us so close,
And we are surely being tested,
In our wealth our health and our self and, everything that we’ve been blessed with,
So believe for we will, surely be Resurrected,
And be brought back to our Lord in account for, 
Every-single deed as He, hands us our books and, Orders us to Read…
From the bad to the good, and everything in between,
You-Yourself are sufficient for your, own accountability so, don’t be mad at me,
You were the one who thought you wouldn’t come back to me,
I gave you a whole life loong to, search after me,
But you were busy in all that which was, tempory(1) so, 
And glad tidings to all those who believed and if you, disbelieve,
And don’t let that day be the first day you find out what your, Life really means,
Don't forget to check out my artivle on the First 10 Precious Ten Days of Dhul Hijjah

1. Temporary

Friday, 2 September 2016

The Meaning of Life(Dhul Hijjah Series Special)

Photo Courtesy: Talk Islam

By Talk Islam

Disclaimer: The piece has been modified to suit the context environment of the blog that may result in losing of rhyme.

Part One: Allah

What are we doing here, and where are we gonna go?
It’s like we just woke up one morning, and then its welcome to the show,
Don’t ask any questions, just, go with the flow,
Make as much money as you can, and try your best not to get broke,
Copy everything you see on the tv, from the, hair styles to the clothes and,
Don’t think too often, just do exactly as you’re told,
If you ever get confused, then just turn towards the alcohol,
You still hear thoughts, turn up the radio as you, learn to live a lifestyle of drugs, sex and, rock & roll,
But in all honesty, I just need to know, 
Is there more to the cycle than, growing and getting old,
Living and dying just to, leave behind a happy home,
And a, whole lot of property that, somebody else is going to own,
I just really need to know before the, casket’s closed,
Cause am not, willing to gamble with my soul, nor am I, ready to take any chances,
These are just, simple life questions and am just, searching for some answers,
Like what are we doing here, and what is our purpose?
How did we get here, and, who made us so perfect?
And what happens once we go, or is this, world all really worth it?
Questions we don’t answer because a-pparently we don’t really have to,
There is no purpose to this life and our existence is merely natural,
Then in that case please let me ask you,
Did you create yourself or was it somebody else who had fashioned you,
Cause you are a being that is impeccable, faultless and unparalleled, 
You’re a product of supreme intelligence and am, merely being rational,
For there isn’t a camera on this earth that come close to the human eye,
Nor a computer that can compete, alongside side the human mind,
And if the whole world was to come together, we wouldn’t be able to create a single fly,
So many signs yet we, still deny…
As Science tries to justify that, all this could come from none,
When it’s a simple sum, zero plus zero plus zero cannot possibly ever give you one,
So from where did all this, order come,
For everything has its origins, a maker, a creator of its own,
I mean the only reason you are reading this article is because, somebody had to press Publish,
So we can believe in the Big Bang but I’d rather, believe in He who caused it, to explode,
The creator of everything along with every single soul,
The Ever Living, the Master, the only One who is in Control,
 Unlike His creation, beyond our imagination and No,
He’s not a man nor does He have, any part in his association,
He’s on His own…
And No, He did not ever leave us, Alone…