Inspirareyla

Palestine. Israel. War. Genocide. Murder. Humanity. Muslims. Children. Women. Endless casualties. They say there was only World War II, yet are we all blinded by the occurrence of World War III? We may not all be a part of this war in a physical state or form, maybe not even know anyone from Gaza, maybe haven't even heard of Palestine. Does such facts really matter when the truth lies with the bottom line. Innocent. Harmless. A whole life left to be lead. Dead. No choice. A father carries his daughter to the hospital in a pool of blood. A boy wakes up only to be told he is the only surviving member of his family. People unable to close their eyes shut because of the fear immersed in their next breath, one of uncertainty. These numbers, these statistics, these media reports we hear of are just a bunch of statistics of the amount of deaths in Gaza. Do not we realise the life behind these numbers? There are people, innocent lives, targeted, killed, destroyed of all opportunities. Is n...

There are times when you must walk beyond the voices you hear, disregard the comments and persevere to be the for the better. "You'll never be able to make it, you're something today however nothing tomorrow." I had let such remarks absorb within myself for a period of time, until my inner sasha fierce released who I truly am; my personal capabilities. They say don't pull a rock to back, or it'll eventually fly right past you. The truth within the diverted image lies within yourself, the boundaries being built only to be controlled by your own limitless self. They all said I wouldn't make it this far with mere success; I may not quite have reached there yet, but I quite certainly am making an entrance!

Maybe I'm just a tad bit obsessed with henna, I don't really know. Adorning my own hands with henna has quite easily become one of my most favourite hobbies. The simplicity and creativity associated with this spohisticated yet elegant piece of art is what draws me in all the time. I may not be the best henna artist out there, I mean there are bound to be others better, but I never stop myself from letting it flow :)

Henna is such a beautiful means of art. As a child, I used to love seeing brides have their hands adorned with henna, back and front, with patterns that seem to tell their own story. Henna is symbolic to the new life of a wedded couple, and I hope that one day I can add more meaning to it. If henna can connote a fresh beginning for two people, why can it not be used to flip the page on our impoverished society? I hope one day to be able to use the mere skills I have with henna to do my little part in this great big world. #designmyfuture.

So here I sit, feeling the urge to blog, yet not knowing what to write. Let's think about it. Change. A short story yet to be written on this topic. Initially, I went by what I thought would be the best to hear. Now I begin to question such mentality. Write what you want, not what they want to hear, for after all the best stories are the ones you can convince yourself are true. Literature is a funny little thing. I never thought I would actually enjoy writing, I quite hated it to be honest. But then there's life, surprising you just when you thought you knew it all. Nobody probably reads anything I write, but that's not a worry. I write because it's what makes me happy, and having a fair bit of an audience would be an amazing part of this experience.