A Feast for the Broken.

Softly, tears trickled down her face

The burden of the world on her name

How could she live? 

Not knowing what’s up his sleeve

Slowly, gently she brought herself to sleep

Forcefully, tactfully it just wouldn’t gree

Depressed and sad, a thought came

Yes, she knew it was lame

With her tired heart and fired brain

Her efforts and pleas all in vain

She had loved a beast

Now her heart is throwing a feast

A feast for the broken

Buffet for the shattered

Her mind the plate

Her heart on the table

Silently, purposefully, she trudged

Out of her home, tired of grudge

Chilly wind, snowy night

Never gave way to unwelcomed fright

Distance lengthened, darkness envelope-d

A noose in the distance made from a rope

Unflinching, in haste she proceeded not to mend

Climbing the steps to her very end.

Hey guys, I really just tried some funny rhymes with this one. I hope you enjoy it. 

Thank you so much for following me on my writing journey. You’re very much appreciated. Love y’all.

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Chaos.

It was that era

The time of destruction

Lead, fired, executed

By a single man

A knight of the night

A warrior in black cloak

One who has broken free

From the shackles of mortality

Simple yet dangerous

It was that era

When the single man

Watched and laughed

At the brilliant chaos

Right before his eyes

Luminous street lamps

A million heads in view

Armoured tanks and bomb shells

An entrance and barricades

Assuming their partial,interim places

Fearless and dauntless

The soldiers would match

To the death or to live again

For camelot or for what’s not

Fight, they must

Defying all odds

And even the grim reaper’s

I honestly don’t know if this title fits the description. I wrote this sometime ago and here I am sharing it with you guys. 

Poetry is beautiful, I tell you. Don’t scroll past this. Enjoy!

Siamese.

This or That BOOK TAG.

Nyse at  Heyitsnyse, a beautifully talented and sweet soul nominated me for this tag that was created by Ayunda at Tea & Paperbacks. It’s fun, it’s witty, the questions though simple are tactically difficult to answer but answer them we must. Visit their pages, you won’t be disappointed.

          

The Rules:

  • Mention the creator of the tag
  • Thank the blogger who tagged you!
  • Choose one of the options, you don’t have to tell the reasons why you chose that but you can if you want to.
  • Tag 10 other people to do this tag to spread the love!

Questions:

1.  Reading on the couch or in the bed?

I read at any time as long as I’m not busy with classes or some weird take-homes. At Night, I read on the bed.On mornings and noons when I’m home, on a couch or on a library chair when it’s an addendum after studying.  All can be enjoyable at different times but I prefer the couch, with blankets and a cup of juice or yoghurt.

2.  Main Male Character, or Main Female Character. 

Somehow, I would have just instinctively picked female because I’m one but I prefer male characters. Unless our female protagonist is not solely represented for her ability to catch “bugs” (we all know the type of bugs I’m talking about here).

3.  Sweet Snacks or Salty Snacks

Sweet Snacks ofcourse. Cookies, chocolates, apples,  won’t miss them. Not that I don’t like Pringles and crackers but I have a sweet tooth especially when I’m in that zone.

4.  Trilogies or Quartets

Would have picked none but I have to choose so Trilogies it is.

5.  First Person POV Or Third Person POV?

Definitely third person. First Person POVs can be boring, yes, because you get to read only what the character sees, feels and experiences. Third Person can be confusing sometimes but when it’s well written it’s the best.

6.  Reading At Night Or In The Morning

My habit is such that whenever I want to eat, it’s either I watch something or read something. Most of the time it’s the latter. Asides that, reading at night is my specialty (not that if I get a chance to during the day I won’t grab it).

7.  Libraries or Bookstores

Bookstores. I’m a bibliophile afterall. The libraries I know don’t foster freedom, you can’t check the books and explore contents. True they have loads of books in various genres which you can borrow but I’d rather have my own collection.

8.  Books That Make You Laugh Or Books That Make You Cry?

I love adventures and thrillers and the emotions that come with reading such books. I’m a weird person you know why, I smile when things are going really wrong or when a bad guy is about to be caught or all those crazy psychotic things in novels but laughing hysterically with a book that was made for that purpose, no. It’s amazing though, how a person can make people feel so much mixed up emotions with their words. 

9.  Black Book Cover Or White Book Covers

It’s difficult to pick one of these because I love both but I have to pick one anyway. White it is.

10. Character Driven Series or Plot Driven Series

It’s totally dependent on how the author develops the story but I’d go for plot driven  series.

Character Driven Series (that are well written ofcourse) are cool too but I think it’s a serious task developing stories without clichés and overused lines.           

Nominees:

                                                    



The Versatile Blogger Award.

Zenyswords, I really can’t thank you enough for nominating me again. It really is a pleasant surprise and an honour too. I’ve procrastinated doing this for a really long time, forgive me please. You guys should visit her blog and “snack” on her awesome pieces. So on to the main thing;

The Rules:

  • Thank the person who nominated you.
  • Share the award on your blog.
  • Share 7 random facts about you.
  • Tag 5 bloggers with less than 1000 followers.
  • Let them know that they have been nominated.

Ohhhhh,  The facts, Ta-da! (Let’s keep it short):

  • I have a really small circle of friends (true friends that is).
  • I’m as friendly as I’m strict.
  • I absolutely do not like to be kept waiting.
  • I love children.
  • I’m very muslim and very hijabi.
  • Book fanatic and collector, oh yes!
  • I close up very easily especially when hurt (bad I guess but what can a girl do?)

The Nominees are:

                                                       

This post has been super outstanding. Forgive me please.

                                                     

Blue Devils.

Earlier today, whilst sorting some of the books and jotters I had, I came across some poems I wrote. 

Hey! Wait there before you turn your back on that word. I know it’s the most unlikely go-to for a number of people but this was how I started writing. This is my niche too. Poetry is my everyday love;  random poetry, Islamic ones (not necessarily here but on other platforms ). So before you toss this, give it a try will ya! 

Standing up, gaze afar 

Mesmerised by the beauteous creation 

Lost in thoughts, in your own world 

On your own, finding your way 

The winds and tides tilting edgeways 

And the gentle tap of life’s hard knock 


Squatting again, tears abound 

Eyes as red, as red and hot 

Chewing over the inadequacies of man 

Woe betides the ungodly folk 

The real bete noire is thine own self 

Pushing and pulling with no hint of hit 


Piles on Piles, life’s storage is stacked 

With loads of files save it’s deleted 

Even when it’s brought to near nothingness 

Enough can still be salvaged somehow 

Life’s hurts can be forgotten – ephemeral 

Its grip after a while is profound 


“It’s a hard knock life “, a young girl sang 

A foster kid with little hope 

“As long as there’s life, hope is there”

Reviewing a quote I once read 

Ironies of it all so vividly clear 

This hope they lose and gut themselves 


The gentle tap, the red flag 

Before the hard knock heavily descended 

Not tickled pink I guess, it’s all that afterall 

The insecurities of life 

Is whitewashed with a smile 

Only when we see the world 

Through rose coloured glasses 

Hope you enjoyed this little adventure in Jason Statham’s voice. Now before anyone starts talking to me about football clubs, here’s what blue devils mean ( in my arena ).

blue devils

noun plural

: low spirits : despondency

Examples

  • eating alone always gives me a fit of the blue devils

First use1781

Synonymssadnessbluesdejectiondepressiondesolation,desponddespondencedespondencydisconsolateness,dispiritednessdoldrumsdolefulnessdownheartedness,drearinessdumpsforlornnessgloomgloominessglumness,heartsicknessjoylessnessmelancholymiserablenessmopes,mournfulnessoppressionsorrowfulnessunhappiness

Antonymsblissblissfulnessecstasyelatednesselation,euphoriaexhilarationexuberanceexultationfelicitygladness,gladsomenesshappinessheavenintoxicationjoyjoyfulness,joyousnessjubilationrapturerapturousness


Until next time friends. Have a great night/weekend!

Wrap-Up: Three Days, Three Quotes Challenge (#3)

Hey guys! Thanks for the overwhelming responses I’ve received for my last two parts. You guys are the best. Finally, I have come to the end of the quotes challenge. (Sorry it came late again, I tampered with something on my site. shaiima.wordpress.com is the new blog address, sorry for any inconvenience this might cause).

PS: That’s what I get for being too curious.

Rules of the challenge:

  • Three quotes for three days.
  • Three nominees each day (no repetition).
  • Thank the person who nominated you.
  • Inform the nominees.

Now on to my third and final quote of this challenge:

“Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.”

Origin of the Quote:

Anyone who is deftly familiar with Shakespeare’s works would know exactly where this quote came from (Henry V; Act II Scene IV).Henry was a man of war. These words (the quote) were spoken by Dauphin (son of the king of France) to the King (his father) when a messenger from Henry V brought a message to him. In the message,  he said England lays claim to certain lands of France. Dauphin advised the King to stand his ground. He advised his father to defend his crown against the English..and the story continues.

What It Means:

There’s a this popular mantra that “you can’t give what you don’t have “. Somehow, you’d be wondering what this has to do with the quote.

Here’s how they relate; one can’t truly love others without first loving oneself. If you neglect yourself, you neglect others too.

Wondering how true these are? Let’s cite an example; X is an undergraduate who is struggling to raise his CGPA to one that won’t send him packingo despite his brilliance. Few years before, he lost both his parents in a car crash. Two months back, his confidant left him after avoiding him for several weeks. He hates himself so much that sometimes, he cuts himself to redirect his pains and to look hideous. Y decides this is the time to ask him to help solve a calculus question and walks up to him. I know this is a trashy example but what do you think his reaction would be? (I’d leave the rest to your imagination).

People are open to assisting others when they’re  fine themselves. The level of happiness of some individuals determine the extent to which they can go in caring about others. 

There are and have always been exceptions to the rule though. Some people, despite their challenges, care really deeply about others. 

Bottom line: lead a happy life no matter what happens to you, love yourself and stay happy so you can have the strength to love others as fiercely too.

Nominees:

These blogs are owned by awesomely talented people. 

While it would be wonderful if you accept this, it’s not a compulsion. I’m curious as to what your quotes would be in the event that you accept this. (Thanks).

    Whew! Finally.

    Enjoy the rest of the week everyone. ♥

    Maroon [A Short Story]

    Abby has been married for two years but only one thought had occupied her mind. The dark clad figure that had showed up at her home that night, her ex job in criminal division definitely had its down side. “I loved you but you betrayed me”, he had said,”you won’t last here”. “I’d kill you”, he had concluded flatly, “when you least expect”.
    Two years ago, these words words had bothered her and had till now haunted her memory. Paranoia at its peak, every little sound activates her adrenaline, any tiny movement makes her cringe. Whenever she’s alone at night, she tiptoes around the house and looks through every window.  Her restlessness was contagious.  

    Few months into the third year, she got pregnant. “Hey honey, I ran a home test today and I got the double lines”, she beamed, “we’re having a baby”. “Oh my….wow, that’s wonderful “, Ed said excitedly, “papa, I’d have a child call me papa”, he laughed. Abandoning the rack he was fixing, he gazed lovingly at his beautiful wife. The neck-breaking beauty haven’t lost her charms at all. Today, she looked even lovelier because of this great news. He walked towards her in two long strides and knelt. He placed both his hands on her belly and whispered, “hang in there buddy, don’t trouble your mama ok!”. He rose and Abby could feel the joy radiate through him; his smile, the twinkle in his eyes exposed it all. 

    Gradually, as the days passed, his memory faded. She no longer felt the need to watch her back. She was going to be a mum, a new life awaited her. She lived a happy, content life then she had a beautiful baby girl. “She’d be Belle”, she said lovingly looking at her chubby girl, “she’s so beautiful”. Ed smiled,”ofcourse she is”, he affirmed proudly, “her mum is too”. He took little Belle’s tiny hand and watched her sleep peacefully for a while, love welled up inside of him. “She’s mine”, he thought to himself, “mine” a smile visibly playing on his lips. Leaving her crib, he moved to Abby’s bed and planted a kiss on her forehead, “thank you”, he said with tears in his eyes, ” I love you”. She smiled that toothy girly smile, “for what Ed?….I love you too”, she managed to say before she fell asleep. 

    Hours later, she woke up to find Ed fast asleep by her bed, hugging their interlocked hands closely to his chest. She smiled, “you’re one good man Ed”, she thought to herself. Carefully untangling their hands, she made her way to the window. “It’s a beautiful world out here”, she thought. From her vantage spot, she could feel the warmth of the sun. She gazed at the stretch of land before her. A huge chunk of the land was mostly filled and groomed with beautiful scented flowers; jasmines, frangipanis, lilacs, gardenias, roses, lilies, lavenders, the collection was breathtaking. Amidst these flowers, were bench like constructions for those who need to enjoy some juice alongside the cool evening breeze. To the far right was a stream, that somehow meandered it’s way around some parts of the garden. Trees were at strategic points that it would be difficult to believe which it was for; aesthetics or shade. To the left, there were some cabins, which they probably use as their storage rooms and neatly packed bins. The air was fresh, the environment was serene. From an hospital room,  that scenery was well planned. “I’m sure this was part of the reasons they had good recommendations”, she thought to herself. 

    As she made to leave, she caught sight of a movement in the nearby bush. Turning back, she saw him. “How did…”, she tried to say but saw him mouthing something that would have sounded like, “I’m watching you”. She watched him laugh hysterically. Slowly, she backed away from  the window and ran towards Ed. “Wake up”, she said frantically as she tried desperately to pull his head away from the bed. “I saw a woman….no a man….”, she began disoriented, “just come look”. Sleepily, he walked to the window. There was no one in sight. “He was…..was…..right here”, she stammered. Unable to contain her fear, she burst into tears. “Three years ago, he promised to kill me”, she tearfully revealed, “that night we got married. I had thought it was a joke, an empty threat after two years and I forgot about it”, she continued, “now he’s here again Ed, he’s really going to kill me”. “This….this happened and I didn’t know”, he said with disbelief, “who is he? Why does he want to kill you?”, he continued  lost for words. With streams of tears now pouring out of her eyes, she answered,”I don’t know, I really don’t know”. “We have to get the police dear”, he managed to say and pulled his wife into his comforting embrace.

                                                        **************

    To be continued…. (I divided this because I realized people have absolutely zero enthusiasm when it comes to reading lengthy posts.)
    NB: I didn’t expect to write this because I don’t  consider myself a storyteller but I do hope you enjoy this. I’m open to comments and constructive criticisms.

    Three Days, Three Quotes Challenge (#2)

    So I hope you guys loved the first quote and at least gained something from it.

    Rules of the challenge (as usual):

    • Three quotes for three days.
    • Three nominees each day (no repetition).
    • Thank the person who nominated you.
    • Inform the nominees.

    Now on to the second quote of this challenge:

     If your dreams do not scare you, they are not big enough. – Ellen Johnson Sirleaf


    Origin of the Quote:

    This quote was culled from the commencement speech Ellen Johnson Sirleaf (the 24th Liberian President, the world’s first elected female black president and  Africa’s first elected head of state) made at her alma mater (Harvard University ), which coincided with the 375th Anniversary of the University.

    The size of your dreams must always exceed your current capacity to achieve them. If your dreams do not scare you, they are not big enough. If you start off with a small dream, you may not have much left when it is fulfilled because along the way, life will task your dreams and make demands on you.


    What It Means:

    I believe the message this quote brings is quite easy to understand. Dream big and work towards it. 

    Irrespective of what life passes to you, don’t be afraid to want something bigger and better. Don’t let your will to soar dwindle just because you haven’t achieved anything yet. Your struggles only make you a better, prudent person. Your experiences makes you wiser and your success,  you fashion out creative ways to even better things (all these with the help of God). Hardwork, Prayers, Perseverance and Persistence would go a long way in helping you work towards that monumental dream.

    Dream big and Go for it!!!

    Nominees:

      I’m sorry this was a little behind schedule. Do bear with “her”.

      And the game continues…