Attention all daughters!

And their families, near and far. I implore you to read the following piece so that you may all be better at forming beautiful relationships with your beloved mothers.

https://www.google.com.pk/amp/s/amp.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2011/jan/22/menopause-mother-family-oestrogen

boy in striped pajamas (movie review with spoilers)

5/5 stars

Its sad but i liked it because of how perfectly it is executed even though its a sad movie. the movie has a warmness to it. its not cold even though the events are anything but. it is about the holocaust and the inhumane actions of the Nazis; anyone found to have opinions contradictory to those of  the governments' was considered "enemy of the state" and these "enemies" were dealt with accordingly, which i presume meant that they were treated just like the jews were treated.
That is, given a chemical shower (hydrogen cyanide mixed with water [you can google the effects this combination has on humans and its horrifying]) and then burned later on in addition to the deleterious conditions the jews were supposed to embrace and live in. The smoke from the chimneys of the places where these humans were burned wafted and engulfed the surrounding area which was the country side where they did these atrocities.

The movie begins with this line:

A child only knows how to love and have fun, before the dark hour of reason strikes. No matter how idiotic the reason may be.

I have included stills from the movie where my heart was tugged at all the corners and I was overwhelmed with feelings I cannot describe.

...

This is when this child called Bruno who is the son of the Nazi soldier entrusted with the inhumane work to supervise the extermination of the jews.

He is told that his father is an important soldier who works for the country so that people can be safe.

Bruno knows nothing about what is happening in the world. He is a child. 

At this point he thinks he has found a farm where he thinks there might be children he can play with.

This is the soldier who literally barks at the little jew because he had been eating something. He was just eating. (There is more. You will need to watch the movie.)

This is when Bruno and the little jew called Shmuel have become friends and are on their "mission" to find Shmuel's father but are incredibly confused because something is going on. They are supposed to take a shower.They are scared too.

This is when Bruno gets caught up in the crowd of jews because they are herded by Nazi soldiers into the "shower room". Bruno dies. So does Shmuel.

This is Bruno's soldier Dad who's just found out what has transpired.

This is the shower room. 

As the camera zooms out, you can see the jews' work clothes hanging. All of the workers are in that shower room. 

Pakistan Day.

This is the day when the idea of a separate country for the muslims was born in the minds of thinking, pondering muslims of the subcontinent. Therefore, this day is an important day for all pakistanis.

According to what I have read and know, muslims weren't rightly treated. There was animosity between the two major populations of the subcontinent: that is animosity between Muslims and Hindus, who were all living in one place, which was known as the Indian Subcontinent.

I guess both these groups of people were creating troubles for each other regardless of who had started the trouble, any trouble, first. People from both these groups were suffering equally. But I have an inkling that the muslims were suffering the most. So I guess it was a magnificent idea, indeed, to think of owning our very own separate land to call home.

Today I am relieved with the thought and realisation that I am living in a country where the conditions are such that one doesnt need to worry about getting persecuted by Hindus or any other group for that matter.

The idea was announced at the place where now the unique Minar e Pakistan stands proudly. It was built to mark this important time in Pakistan's history.

Yesterday, I was watching the events of the Second World War on National Geographic Channel. As I sat there watching the events unfold, the sufferings, the innumerable deaths and other atrocities, mostly unthinkable, my heart grew utterly sad and fearful. Young men and their families died in horrible ways, while the leaders made speeches and grinned at the cameras. My heart ached for the suffering population.

Then, I sat there thinking of how hard our pakistani army and the rival army fought and so many casualties resulted because of that.

I do believe that the leaders should have thought in a sane way, not been selfish. They could clearly not maintain peace between the heterogeneous groups of people living in one place and they should have realised that human life was more important and that this huge population of muslims should be given a part to practise their religion and culture. What was so difficult to understand? :@

What was it that was stopping these dimwit politicians at that time? Are you little children, fighting over toys?! "No, I wont give this choochoo train to you because its MINE and it doesnt belong to you even if someone gets killed!!!"



War.

There is more damage done, in all aspects, than gains.

I think people who are most adamant at waging war should be the ones taken into jail on the account that how did they even think of warring when clearly a lot of things could have been settled through talks.

If a country must war, it must be for self-defense and nothing else. The main aim must be to protect the greatest number of living things as possible. Not the other way around. 

In the words of Edwin Starr, 

"War! What is it good for? Absolutely nothing!"

War, huh, yeah
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
War, huh, yeah
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again, why'all

War, huh, good god
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing, listen to me

Oh, war, I despise
'Cause it means destruction of innocent lives

War means tears to thousands of mothers eyes
When their sons go to fight
And lose their lives

I said, war, huh good god, why'all
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing say it again

War, whoa, lord
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing, listen to me

it ain't nothing but a heart-breaker
(War) friend only to the undertaker
Oh, war it's an enemy to all mankind
The point of war blows my mind
War has caused unrest
Within the younger generation
Induction then destruction
Who wants to die, ah, war-huh, good god why'all
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it, say it, say it
War, huh
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing listen to me

it ain't nothing but a heart breaker
(War) it's got one friend that's the undertaker
Oh, war, has shattered many a young mans dreams
Made him disabled, bitter and mean
Life is much to short and precious
To spend fighting wars these days
War can't give life
It can only take it away

Oh, war, huh good god why'all
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing say it again

whoa, lord
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing listen to me

it ain't nothing but a heart breaker
(War) friend only to the undertaker
Peace, love and understanding
Tell me, is there no place for them today
They say we must fight to keep our freedom
But lord knows there's got to be a better way

Oh, war, huh good god why'all
What is it good for you tell me
Say it, say it, say it, say it

huh good god why'all
What is it good for
Stand up and shout it nothing

Magic in this World? You gotta be kiddin' me bruh/sis.

Yep di doodle do I do believe there is magic in this world.

I think:

Expecting Magic Like a Child = Taking a Leap of Faith

Expecting magic (as a child does so often in his/her life), is like taking a leap of faith and getting into things.

On this very blog right here, I wrote a piece on "jealousy", likening this human emotion to that of a fictional ugly jellyfish. (See link here: http://webmq.blogspot.com/2015/10/gotta-have-no-room-for-jelly.html )

I feel like some kind of magic occurred in this world the moment I began describing this jellyfish because some time later, I am scrolling through my facebook newsfeed and I come across this news saying that they have found a jelly fish living in the deepest, darkest parts of the ocean!

I was like: whhhaaaaat??!!!

This is the digital drawing I made of my fictional, jellyfish:



This is what came up on my news feed:





Here is a link to that news:

The Mariana Trench is the deepest part of the ocean, and the jellyfish was discovered floating 2.3 miles beneath the surface (3,700 meters). Scientists believe the creature is part of the genus Crossota, a group of jellyfish that are oceandrifters for all phases of their lives.Apr 29, 2016

Eerie Jellyfish Found Floating Miles Beneath the Ocean | Time

time.com/4312405/beautiful-jellyfish-mariana-trench/

I had written that blogpost in 2015, I manifested this jellyfish in 2016.

*mind=blown*




So is this true, "what you think, you manifest"?
This is the magic I am talking about bruh/sis.

Zen.

As I am growing up and have to "adult" more and more, I feel like I dig "Zen" more and more in life.

I think that is because, my mind has become preoccupied with a lot of things. And now my mind tries to find peace in the simplest of things, as simple as sitting down to drink water, gulping it down, feeling it swirl in my mouth, looking at the water.

I don't know where this Zen has come from but oh Lord, am I so grateful for it. *sigh of relief*

going superficial.

I feel like as we grow up into well-formed adults, we start going superficial. By that I mean, we stop going deep. Like we used to as teenagers.

When I was in my teens, most of the time I'd find myself overthinking stuff, trying to find meaning in life things and events, analysing stuff, picking up something in my mind and twisting and turning and rolling it in my "brain-fingers", observing things, reflecting on situations and life phenomenons; thinking about conversations, 'was I right to say this thing? How is the other person feeling? I hope she/he ain't mad at me.".
(All of this could easily be the ramblings of an anxious mind. I don't know.)

I didn't exactly have to try. This would just go on in my mind throughout the day.

The point is, I feel like we stop feeling that much as we grow up. It could be because of mental exhaustion. In my case, anyway. I feel like my mind doesn't bother to think as deeply as it used to as a teenager. It bothers me. Now, I have to make a small conscious effort to reflect on things, to evaluate my actions.

And I believe that it is crucial if you ever want to live in harmony with other people and species.

It is easier for the followers of Islam. We are required to reflect and ponder over things in our obligatory prayers. We are required to make dua (to pray) for fellow human beings. We are supposed to do it. Because if we stop doing this, I believe we lose a little bit of humanity from our existence, that we become less of a human, and more of... something else. Something nasty. Something repulsive. Something weakest.

I'd never want that to happen to me.

tbt.

Throwback Thursday to when I never did shit like Throwback Thursday.