Injustice

I'm starting this post with absolutely no idea where I'm going with it, but I have the urge to write so I'll do it anyways. Lately, a few incidences as well as a series of observations have led me to the conclusion that we live in such an unjust world. I'm not saying that prior to these observations I used to think that we exist in some form of moral utopia; I always knew that terrible and unfair things occur all over the world. However, I have never quite noticed the degree to which people ignore the injustice that is surrounding them until very recently. It is both sad and terrifying how humans can become accustomed and desynthesized to inhumane things simply because of the frequency at which they happen.

A seemingly arbitrary, yet extremely important example nonetheless is how people usually treat cleaners, drivers, maids, etc. I'm not saying that everyone is absolutely terrible to these workers, in fact, most people aren't. Yet something that many do, sometimes even subconsciously, is view these individuals as if they're somehow less than they are simply because of their social status. As blatantly obvious as it is, you are not better or worse than anybody. Whenever I see someone who is "poor", I use the quotation marks as I disagree with society's definition of the term, the first thing that comes to my mind is that the only difference between me and this person is that we were born in different places to different families, had they been born in different circumstances, they could have easily been a student at the school as oppose to the cleaner. Had my maid been presented with the same opportunities that I've been presented with, she could have been my classmate and could have been brighter and more hardworking than I ever was. One could easily see this as an injustice of fate, but this is not the way that I see it. It is natural for society to be arranged into different sectors and social hierarchies. However, what is unacceptable is using the level of the hierarchy that somebody is on as an indication of their worth as a human being. We might be living in dissimilar conditions and our circumstances be different, but to simply use this as an excuse to view us as unequal is one of the greatest forms of injustice, and we should not allow that. Don't step on anyone and don't allow anyone to step on you, as that would be an injustice to yourself.

The aforementioned example is definitely not the only sample of injustice that is prevalent in our society. There are various scenarios which demonstrate the fact that we live in a world full of inequality, many of which I'd rather not dive into., partially because this would take quite a lot of time due to the complexity of these issues. Or maybe I'm just not confident enough to completely
share what is on my mind. Either way, we need to realize that big changes are nothing but a combination of collective actions; therefore, each and every one of us must individually start a fight against whatever injustice that that they see in the world.

Farewell,
B

A Passing Thought

This is something that has been at the back of mind for a long time now, it is a battle that many of us fight, whether or not we admit it to ourselves or in other words, transport it from our subconscious mind into our active thoughts. It is the battle between doing things that we desire to do and believe would bring us happiness and satisfaction, and the fear of society's judgement or what might be said or thought about us. More often than not, I try to convince myself that I'm one of those people who simply don't care about what others think or assume about them, but the truth is, it is almost impossible to stay unaware of the mental reactions that arise from people around you. However, it is in your power to not let it control your mind and prevent you from doing what are really want to do with your life.

"You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do." - David Foster

Think about it this way: each and every individual whom you interact with has a mind that is home to thoughts and feelings as complex and numerous as your own. Now take a look at your mind, what percentage of it is occupied by thoughts pertaining to the actions of others? I know that as girls we gossip a lot about stuff that happen and things that people do, but at the end of the day, how much do we really care about these arbitrary conversations that we only have for the purpose of passing time? The chances are, unless we are affected by these actions directly, we don't even give them a second thought when we are all alone; we're too preoccupied with our own life and problems to obsess over the lives of others. So, in reality, this illusion of judgement that you allow to take over your mind is false and detrimental. Avoiding being the topic of an arbitrary discussion is not worth sacrificing your desires for, and if there is somebody out there who is so bothered by what you do that they contemplate it outside of these daily conversations and lie awake thinking about it at night then to be honest, it is their issue, not yours and it certainly shouldn't be stopping your from doing anything you wanna do.

At the end of the day, it is your life that we're talking about here, your decisions will impact you and only you. That is the only thing that you should keep in mind.

What is the point?

What is the point? of anything, really? This question is more often than not asked in times of despair or pessimism. But when I present this question, I present it out of neither despair, nor sadness. It rises out of a realistic, perhaps overly grounded, point of view.

Every single day, you wake up in the morning- eventhough you would much rather stay in bed than go to your 8 am class. You choose to go anyways, or at least, you make yourself believe that you have a choice. You try to push yourself forward and not make it seem so bad by visualizing yourself in some form of a successful- or to be more precise, socially praised position that your education will eventually lead to. But, do you really wanna go to school? More likely than not, the answer is a big no. I mean, I fully understand if you love learning, I do too. But who wants to pressurize themselves in an attempt to get a grade that could potentially make or break their future? Who wants their self-worth and value as a human being to be determined by a numerical value? No one. Yet, we still "choose" to abide to the system and try our best to succeed by it's standards, because simply, we don't have a choice. Okay, so you finish all your schooling and higher education and you finally get a job. A job that you've once convinced yourself that you are passionate about to give yourself an initiative to finish your higher education. But are you, really? Or were you originally in love with art or music? Did you mildly like science and chose to pursue the "passion" that is going to get you somewhere in life? What does that even mean? Why do we let society define what "getting somewhere" is and isn't?

You end up liking your job- I mean, it's better than many others and it provides you with financial stability, right? But you don't like it enough to voluntarily go to work. You will spend your days looking forward to the finishing hour, your weeks looking forward to the weekend and your months anticipating the vacation. Basically, you spend your entire life looking forward to something. Something that might not even be that great or exciting but you look forward to it anyways. You chase dreams that you might not even have to provide your life with some sense of purpose or direction. You choose to abide by social laws that you very much despise. You become more focused having a successful existence than living a happy life. & in spite of all your futile attempts, you end up getting absorbed into a life of terrifying predictability.

I look around me and I can't help but notice that this world is filled with people who exist but aren't, and might never, come to be alive. I really wish that I could just live and ignore, but I couldn't help but keep asking myself, what is the point?

On inadequacy

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?" -Marianne Williamson

I often came across this quote as I did the usual "quotes by famous people" search for my school assignments, or otherwise. Very often, this quote is wrongly attributed to Nelson Mandela. However, it is actually a paragraph from the book 'Return to Love' by the author Marianne Williamson. The fact that it was attributed to the famous and universally respected Nelson Mandela, is probably the reason why this seemingly contradictory quote became so popular, but that is a digression from the main purpose of my piece.


"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure."

'What on earth could this possibly mean?' I thought as I read this quote for the first time. Looking at my own life and the lives of others, I came to notice that the fear of inadequacy is something that so many people struggle with, whether or not they have the courage to admit it to themselves. People are scared of not being smart, pretty or witty enough. They are terrified of not ending up successful or loved because of some form of inadequacy that they might feel like they have. How could it be possible that we actually aren't terrified of inadequacy, but of it's absolute opposite, immeasurable power?

I found the answer to this paradoxical question in what could seem like a pretty irrelevant situation; while I was revising for physics. Although I don't remember the exact problem, there was this specific type of problem in two-three dimensional motion that I seemed to never get my head around. I strongly believed that I will never be capable of getting the grade that I want because how much I suck at identifying the variables correctly and working everything out. However, one time, I decided to give this problem- related to the specific topic, which was marked as 'challenging' in the book a shot. To my surprise, I managed to get the correct answer. At this moment, I experienced a strange feeling. I wasn't happy that I got the right answer, as much as I was troubled. I wondered, if I'm able to get the right answer, no matter how difficult the question is if I try hard enough, does this mean that every single time, in every single situation in which I got it wrong, I simply wasn't giving it my all?

This example doesn't only apply to the silly physics question, it applies to everything, really. Our deepest fear is that we are capable of much more than anyone could ever imagine. We are terrified of our power, what it could do and how we might not ever fully harness it during our lifetimes. On the outside, it might appear as if humans have a fear of inadequacy, when the reality is that humans aren't scared of being inadequate, they're scared of leading inadequate lives.

Thursday evenings(2)

"If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his own language, that goes to his heart." - Nelson Mandela

I never realized the significance of this quote, until very recently. Being a native Arabic speaker who attended an English speaking school, bilingualism came quite naturally to me, as it did to many others in the same situation. I was able to perfectly understand anything said or written in either language, and it didn't make much of a difference which one was used. As I grew up, I started to no longer study Arabic at school; most of my interactions with friends, or even family (sometimes), were in English. I began to feel more and more unfamiliar with my native language. I stopped reading and/or writing in Arabic and sort of adopted English as my unofficial first language.

A little less than a year ago, a friend of mine introduced to me Fairouz's music. I mean, of course, I've heard of Fairouz before and I definitely knew who she was, but I've always thought that classic Arabic music was for "old people" and never thought that I would enjoy it. So, anyways, I decided to give her music a try once when I was on the airplane, on my way back to Qatar. To my surprise, I incredibly enjoyed Fairouz's songs and loved their lyrics. I connected with the words in strange and beautiful ways, even though they, more often than not, described experiences that I don't necessarily relate to. This made me curious, since no English songs have ever made me feel this way. So I went ahead, and started reading quotes and poems by Arab authors, which I ended up being obsessed with. I gradually began to recognize the truth in Mandela's words. Perhaps, this is purely subjective, but no matter how many languages one could understand, none would reach out to them quite as deeply as their own.

Thursday Evenings (1)

Thursday is the one day during the week at which I could fully relax and not worry about anything (sort of). So, I thought, why not spend this free time doing something that allows my mind to break free from this hectic reality? & so I decided, starting this week, that I would weekly blog my thoughts about whatever it is that captures my attention!

A while ago, while I was blogging my time away on tumblr, I came across a picture of a wall somewhere in Palestine. Someone has used a thick, black marker to write on it the quote:
 "نحن احياء و باقون... و للحلم بقية". This translates to "We are alive, & remaining... & the dream is not over". Even though, as usually happens, a lot gets lost in the literal translation of this quote, but that is not the point. Once I read it, I immediately recognized that it was said by the Palestinian poet, Mahmoud Darwish, who is one of my favorite writers to ever exist. When he said this, Mahmoud Darwish was talking about the Palestinian dream of freedom and how it will continue to live, in spite of everything, in the heart of every Palestinian as long as they're alive. The intended meaning of this quote is truly worthy of admiration. However, when I first read it, not so long ago, I wasn't aware of the fact that the author was talking about the Palestinian dream. I interpreted it in a very personal way, a very beautiful one, nonetheless.

The phrase "و للحلم بقية" kept resonating inside my head. The dream is not over... the dream is not over... the dream is not over. What dream? you may ask. The strange aspect of this is that I truly have no idea. I have vague visions of where I want to be and who I want to become. I have too many dreams intermingled together in a way that makes it difficult for me to recognize any of them as a separate entity. In all honesty, I may not have known what my specific dreams were at the time at which I read the quote, & I might still not know them now. But for some eerie reason, the phrase:
"و للحلم بقية" fills me with a sweet feeling of hope.

There's a certain pleasure in the uncertainty of life. A perfect life which is all planned out is boring, in my view. It's beautiful to realize that the unpredictability of life could result in you achieving dreams that aren't even defined in your mind at the moment. As long as you're alive, it's all possible.

Find Your Voice.

You are sick of writing and deleting what you wrote over and over again. Nothing ever sounds as eloquent as it did inside the deepest bits of your twisted mind. You have all these thoughts, rushing around your head at the speed of light. They appear abruptly, attempting to make you recognize them and hold on to them. But soon enough, they disappear into the void of non-existence. You are on the verge of giving up on self-expression all together. You are starting to lose faith in your talent and get absorbed into the societal norm of feeling mediocre. But you aren't mediocre. In fact, you are far from being mediocre. I'm strong believer that each and every individual has the aptitude for greatness. & as cheesy this might sound, the key to unlocking that potential, is believing in it's existence. 

"The greatest enemy to creativity is self-doubt." - Sylvia Plath 

More often than not, I get discouraged because no matter how hard I try, my writing never sounds like that of brilliant writers like Sylvia Plath or John Green; to name a few. When I write, I don't usually sound like a philosopher who is unlocking the secrets of human consciousness. I sound more like an average over-dramatic girl who just turned eighteen and is feeling rather foreign to this awful world of adulthood. Not that there's any wrong with that. After all, that is exactly what I'm. I'm nothing more than your normal girl who is trying to make sense of the crazy world around her and all the events that keep popping up out of no where. The point is, just because we are ordinary, doesn't mean that we can't produce something extraordinary. 

One of the things that absolutely fascinates me about the human mind, is the idea that each and every one out of the 7 billion people who inhabit this planet, has a unique mindset and mental perception. These mental perceptions might be similar in some people, but they're never identical. Our perception of the world is determined by both genetic factors and life experiences. No one has the same genetic factors as another person. And even if they do (as in the case of identical twins), they would not have the same life experiences. Basically, each and every one of us has a unique combination of thoughts. Almost like a fingerprint, it is made up of similar looking lines, but no two people have the same exact combination of shapes and curves printed on their fingers. Your mind is entirely unique to you. Well, you might be wondering how this is related to self-doubt when it comes to creativity. Here's the thing, you might not be able to express your thoughts like the famous writers and poets, but this doesn't make your words worthless. Believe it or not, you might have the ability to write about certain things that the most recognized of writers weren't able to write about. This does not make either one of you more talented than the other. Rather, it makes you different. Since you have unique life experiences and mental perception, there are certain words which could only be written by you, regardless of your level of training or talent. & since words have the potential to change the world, there's a certain change in our world that could only be caused by YOUR words.