Wednesday, March 26, 2014

My Home

Blabbed by Aqsa Faisal

An answer to the Come Back To The City. Wrote this back in December when I had to write an essay for Areeba about the place you can be content and happy. What I found amusing was that two other school mates too wrote this. One wrote about library and the other about any place with family. Imagination knows no bounds. 

Everyone has his own version of 'neverland', a place where they find inner peace, contentment and happiness. However surprising it may seem, my 'neverland' is a city by the sea. Ironically, I discovered my fondness for that place when we moved away.
Karachi is crazily loud and lively. You witness traffic even at two in the morning. It exudes the essence of youth, passion, patriotism, love. It is everything one can ask for and more. In winters, the golden rays weave into the green grass and warms everyone. The summers offer a zephyr of cool sea breezes and delicious yellow mangoes. The sea is wild and mysterious; a layer of flat and clear silver melting underneath a hazy blue sky.
The metropolis has the most benevolent and generous soul, it embraces everyone with open arms and offers shelter to everybody. This illustration of acceptance can be found in it's citizens too, all different ethnic groups are tightly woven into a fabric displaying rich array of bright colours and diversity. The people have within them; lions' hearts. Everyone from a seventy five year old woman to a five year old kid is a warrior, battling the odds in the eternal hope of things working out. Everyday I would go to school and observe mere teenagers struggling with fate which gave me a new kind of energy and strength.
The people's destinies are written with a sharp pen on a blood stained parchment. Despite knowing this they laugh, joke and add humour to the situation. Despite the hardships people are still beaming with joy. Life is not a bed of roses there, but the Karachiiites cherish each and every moment. The morning sun illuminates their dark world and the evening breeze can make their hearts soar. They don't need to wear Khaadi or Gucci to look beautiful. They don't require Mercedes to go out with friends, a jittery ride on rickshaw would do.
Everyone is his own hero. A place where millionaires become nobody and nobody becomes somebody. You can start a conversation with any person and draw inspiration from it, irrespective of their socioeconomic status.
It is a place where the buzzing of generators is hushed with the cheering of boys playing cricket on streets, where the aroma of barbecued kabobs wafter in the markets and the gentle wind carried the sweet smell of motia. The tranquil sky is adorned with soaring eagles, thin wispy clouds and dreams. The city's every corner teems with life.
I want a place which is home. Amidst the frenzy and chaos and noise there is the calming blue of the sea and that's where my heart resides and will continue to do so until my final breath.

Simply: I miss Karachi

Monday, November 12, 2012

Part-time art

Life's been really boring in Amreeka, though I'm glad thanksgiving break is coming up next week. Meanwhile, to kill boredom, I'm doing part-time art i.e photography and a few art projects. Sharing with you guys. Hope you like it. Would love to get feedback. :)

Because DPS (Dawood Public School) was/is the best school. On Earth. Everr <3

The more berry-er, the more life's merrier!
“Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.”-Kahlil Gibran
'Cause Fruits are the best, ripened goodies nature could gift us.

Nature's miraculous wonders, where I found my peace.
#drop my bag #garlands of flowers # clicks

When the world's crashing down
When I fall and hit the ground
I will turn myself around
Don't you try to stop me
The hole through which Alice fell. And found herself. In Wonderland.

In wilderness I sense the beauty of life.
#chasing butterflies #pretty daisies

P.S: these are all my photography. Originals. Never copied.
Asfa Mohiuddin

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Where I'm From

This is a poem I had to write for my assignment, decided to share with you guys. Hope ya'll like it. :)

Asfa Mohiuddin
I am from clocks,
from the ticking hands and passing-away seconds.
I am from the creaking sounds from the doors,
aged, noisy,
it smelled like spray paint.
I am from the hyacinth flower,
the cactus plant
the long stretch of the horizon
who knows how far it goes.

I am from henna and sheer korma.
I am from the smart-alecks
And the close family bonds,
from ‘believe in yourself’ and ‘do more & talk less.’
I am from there is hope till the end
life is too short to hate
and include positives and exclude negatives.

I am from Mohiuddin branch,
curry and kabob.
From the proposal design of the tomb of Jinnah
that my grandfather presented,
the antics my cousin used to do as a toddler.

Cameras, shoe boxes,
wallets and computer files,
loaded with priceless memories
The years- a flashback,
retrieving the golden moments
and thanking God for who I am.

Asfa Mohiuddin

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Peace And Love

Peace And Love
So Yes, this the first time I'll ever be updating the blog, and it's going to be about the most popular gossip in town: Cricket!
Yes. We lost. But so what? At least we struggled till the semis. It was totally worth it. Not to forget, it's ALWAYS the Pakistani team reaching into the T20 semi finals! We people never are happy with what we have, nonetheless, wishing k "kaash ye bhi hota.." Guys, we seriously need to thank Allah for reaching till the semis. Atleast India got kicked out of tournament hum se pehle.
Our team requires only our support and prayers.
And I'm seriously effed up by this: Afridi agar acha khele tou boom boom chah gaya, agar bura khele tou mitti ka tail daal kar aag laga le. Discriminations and nothing else. Come on people, I mean he was a sterling star of the show once. Respect. And that k pehle jitni burai karni hai karlo, us k baad cover karne k liye ek line hai na: tum jeeto ya haaro suno, humain tumse pyaar hai. Agar itna hi pyaar hai tou phir show the real love!
Khair, celebrations, party and fireworks with josh. Pakistan Zindabad! :D
And for those of you jo abhi tak sog mana rahe hain, liven up! look on the brighter side of life, spread peace and love, stay positive, no place for hate. ;)
Okay, enough said. :P so once again, JIYEE PAKISTAAANII! <3 Takecare yall, loove. Asfa. ;)