It's Not So Bad...

I can make it thru the rain

I can stand up once again on my own

And i know that I'm strong enough to mend

And every time i feel afraid i hold tighter to my faith

And i live one more day and i make it thru the rain.

-Mariah Carey

I guess things aren't as bad as they seemed before. Things seem to be in control now. (sort of). at least now i feel i shouldn't bring myself down by thinking of all the tough times we've been through. Allah blessed us with so many happy memories and occasions; it would be wrong to overlook them and just dwell on the not-so-great stuff. I should reminisce about the warm moments we had, all the sweet things he would do, and all the valuable things he taught me. and i know its going to be hard not having him around to witness new happy occasions but we'll find a way to include him. he's a part of all of us anyway, so he will be there in spirit and he will join in the happiness along with us. He will never be forgotten and I will always be so proud to be known as his daughter. i pray all his kind and generous deeds have travelled with him and act as proof of the pious and noble life he led. may Allah bless him with peace in the grave and a heavenly abode in the afterlife where Inshallah we will all reunite and share in unimaginable happiness. Ameen.

Don't Be a Wuss

its ridiculous how I'm always falling part. i can't control my emotions anymore.its like i have no more strength left. i need constant self pep-talks to get through each mundane task. i keep having to tell myself just get this one thing done then treat yourself with something yummy just to get my mind off him. i don't know why every little thing is reminding me of him and bringing me to tears. i thought it was supposed to get easier as time passed but it only seems to be getting worse.

And then i start thinking (worrying) about the future. how will i fulfill my responsibility towards her? how will she live here alone? and what's most frustrating is that i won't even be in control of anything, I'll just be following this person around wherever they choose to go and i won't be able to stay and look after her. what if something goes wrong? what if she gets hurt? what if I'm not there to help her? how will i forgive myself if anything happened to her? and i know it would all be my fault cuz i wasn't there to protect her. how would i live with such guilt? these thoughts constantly bombard my mind now and there's nothing i can do to stop them. i try praying but that only calms me for so long. i need answers and good answers at that.

you know what else drives me crazy? This cruel and selfish world. its like every one's out to get you and take advantage of you. no one has any compassion or sympathy they're all blood-thirsty vultures waiting for you to drop your guard for one second. they're actually happy that we're suffering they actually smiled and laughed at the funeral. what kind of heartless monsters are you?! just wait to you die you.... no i shouldn't... who knows in what state of Iman I'll die... i can't wish ill for those lowlifes. they'll get theres when its time. some even have the audacity to say that we have no right to talk cuz they have dealt with daddy int he past, not us and we cant even defend our position because that sole eyewitness is no more. how unbelievably cruel to take advantage of that situation and get something that you know isn't yours. don't worry you'll get yours too.

that's the one thing that gives me hope. they'll all get whats coming to them. you reap what you sow. as for me i gotta get it together, keep it together; for her, for me, for our sanity. so suck it up and stop being a wuss!!!

Tears and typing = healing

I'm trying to remember all that happened this year. 2009. What a roller coaster year this has been. Allah has definitely blessed us with happiness and good fortune but it seems the trials and tribulations overshadow them. I don't mean to sound ungrateful because i know things could be way worse. But I just can't get past all the trauma we've witnessed: hospital visits, biopsies coming back positive, diagnosis: squamous cell carcinoma, surgeries and procedures, chemo, radiation, hair falling, weakness, depression, isolation, fear, IVs, needles, blood tests, x-rays, oxygen masks, doctors telling us to prepare ourselves, our last few days with him in stupid Doha (I'm NEVER going back there again) when he told me not to worry, the plane ride that separated us forever, that one last kiss I blew to my Daddy before they took him away, that evil red box that they carried him away in and then I just remember shock, tears, headaches, stomachaches, restless sleep, worry and prayer. Now I just pray for two things: for his forgiveness and that our lives turn out OK cuz I don't know what's in store for me and what's gonna happen later on. I try not to worry too much about it but i really can't help it. and then weird neighbors come over pretending to be sympathetic but then they say such cruel things in the sweetest tones and you want to get up and smack their stupid faces. Why do they think they know what we're going through? That they're coming over is the highlight of our day? Seriously lady, i don't give a damn about how you spend your day or where your kids go to school. i was having more fun sitting in the dark staring at a blank TV screen! I really don't need your fake sympathy and pats on the head! There now I feel better. This incoherent babbling may not nave made much sense to you but whatever at least i feel better...tears and typing = healing. im gonna need a lot more of that!!!

meet the prefect screw-up

I mean seriously how hard is it to reverse a damn car out of a driveway? the sub-IQ monkeys we hire as drivers can do it easily, so why can't I? am i missing that part of my brain that coordinates with the reverse gear, clutch, and accelerator? does my mind not comprehend what the side view mirrors are displaying? seriously whats wrong with me!? I can maneuver the car in the tightest of spaces (well i proved today i cant even do that cuz i knocked over two badly-parked motorcycles and scratched the left side of my beauty of a car) i can park the car INTO the driveway i just cant get the damn thing back out again. n the worst thing is the slightest sign of failure and my brain tells me its OK to cry!! embarrassment on top of embarrassment- dear lord i am the perfect screw-up!!
and then once you mess up in one thing you start doubting the rest of your abilities like now I'm thinking I probably failed halfmy midterms, i probably put to much mirchi in the lunch i made, i bet i even downloaded a virus on to this pristine computer. bravo Madiha, bravo.

Memories

tears come so easily. they just emerge so effortlessly and at the slightest mention of him. just one memory, just one nanosecond-long flashback can trigger them -even if its not one of him suffering, its actually happy and warm but the realization that they're all i have left of him, crush my soul and produce this endless river of tears. i wonder if what everyone says is actually true, will it actually get better with time? will my life really become so full and enjoyable that i'll forget about him? isn't forgetting even worse than mourning? i don't want to forget what happened to him and i don't want to stop crying over him so don't expect me to put on a happy face and say everything's fine and if i act as if everything's fine, just know its only a facade.

Dreams Suck

they do!! i mean you spend so many years thinking about achieving this one thing. you spend your daydreaming sessions coming up with different ways of getting there, what you would do when you finally get it, and how awesome everything will be once you have it. But then life jolts you out of that fantasy and says "get real, loser!" and all that time you spent wishing and hoping turn to waste. So why bother dreaming? they hardly ever come true right? Maybe not... Maybe in the process you come up with a new dream thats more...ummmm practical? perhaps not so far-fetched? I mean you must have grown over these years right? you would want something more/new out of life? so i guess in the end, its ok to dream; just make them a little less 'out there'?

Your Eyes

I just wanted to know what the world looks like through your eyes. I'm sure if we look at the same thing we would interpret them differently like in a Rorschach inkblot test. But i want to know exactly what you see and feel. what's going through your mind when you see that something? If something brings out a feeling of anxiety in me, does it bring you relief? If something makes me happy does it make you uncomfortable? I just want to see the world through your eyes.. maybe it'll be more beautiful.....

The Shaky Ladder

If I may ( of course I may, its my blog!), I would like to narrate a tale to you about a girl.

You know that girl...the girl who everyone thinks is shy, cute, smart , couldn't hurt a fly...always doing good in school, polite, her parents adore her, her big bro and sis protect her, the sweet baby of the family... this story's about her

It was true that she was what everyone thought she was. She was kind (at times.. rarely.. on occasion), she was shy (around people she didnt know too well) and she couldnt hurt a fly (cuz seriously who CAN hurt a fly, they're too fast! unless you're Obama-San hiya!... sorry), but most importantly her parents ADORED her. They would go to great lenghts to protect her from harm and keep her safe. They would always pick and drop her to school,she never had to sit on those stinky school buses. They made sure her mama or brother were nearby if she had to go out for a project or field research. And lots of other small things they would do like once, she recalled, that while replacing a lightbulb her dad held the shaky yellow ladder she stood on. And at times she would feel her life was way too overprotected, that she didn't need their constant supervision (read: support) but at the same time she knew they were only doing it out of love and concern for her. She knew she couldn't have done any of the things she got to do without that same support and care. But now, since her Daddy left, she's not sure who will hold the shaky ladder for her, if any one would even want to hold the ladder for her. She knows she can change a light bulb on her own but it's always nice to know you have someone on the ground for you, letting you do what you have to do, climb up as far as you can go, but also being there to catch you if you happen to mess up and fall. She's just not sure she has someone she can trust that much...

My Life Would Suck Without You

You got a piece of me

And honestly

My life (my life) would suck (would suck) without you

- Kelly Clarkson

Listening to that track over and over like I was under some trance..i kept pushing the replay button as if listening to the next track would lead to some horrible chain of events that would rock the cosmos and blow us all to oblivion. The baby sitting next to me broke my reverie with a food fight, the track changed and I was unable to replay it. Miraculously, nothing exploded. That plane ride can easily be voted as my number one worst flight ever. I knew what I was leaving behind and what I was moving towards. Both sides scared me to tears. I felt guilty leaving him there alone with strangers and unfriendly faces. But I was also afraid to face the place I call home. Would it even be a home without him? But did I really have a choice? I had to come "home"; even though I knew my life, that home, would never be the same without him.

I'm sorry if I ever caused you pain or dissapointed you. You would sometimes call me your little angel. I wish I actually lived up to that. At the hospital you would keep telling me not to worry whenever you saw tears welling up in my eyes. I keep that advice in mind whenever I feel overwhelmed and scared. Inshallah everything will be fine. I pray I can live up to your expectations and dreams you had for me. I want you to be proud of me always. I pray you're at peace. I pray everyday for your forgiveness. I pray there is light where you are. I pray the Almighty is at peace with you. You worked long and hard for us and I love you for that. You deserve to rest now. You have paid your dues. You were always proud and resilient. I never saw you give in; even to the monster that finally... I wear your watch whenever I go out. It's still set to Doha time. I'll change it to local time someday.

In my mind you're not gone. You're just back in New York. I can't possibly accept that you're gone gone. You're just not here right now. We'll meet again someday Inshallah. We will meet again. We will... Love you!!

I'm Stuck

I shouldn't be complaining..life could get much worse...i should be content with what I have been blessed with... God's given me so much and keeps on giving. You see normal people going about their business they seem just like you but once you talk to them and get to know them better you realize they have bigger and worse problems that you never even had to deal with.. But I can't help but wanting my life to be perfect.. well not perfect, just easy or easier.. can't I get rid of all my headaches and worries and problems.. can't someone just take it all off my shoulders.. i don't want to be responsible anymore i want to be a carefree kid again.. thats when we were happy right? (or was I just oblivious to the fact that even back then we had problems).... Ok fine, if I can't go back in time to better days then can i get some kind of guarantee that if i stick through this, then this whole trauma will all be over soon and we can go on living normally? I remember the days when i craved for something new and exciting to happen, I was tired of being stuck in my boring routine life.. who knew I'd be getting my wish in such a dramatic, over-the-top manner... Hey.. I take my wish back... I'd give anything to go back to being bored, it sure beats being scared....

Head meet pillow; pillow meet Zzzz....

Have you ever been so tired, worn out and beaten down by your crazy-hectic day that as soon as you lie down on your comfy bed and rest you head on your fluffy pillow you're out like a light? I miss those nights... I miss being carefree. I miss not having to think about my problems. I miss not having problems. I miss having the luxury of being irresponsible. I miss being tired because I just had a fun-filled day and not an avalanche of mundane tasks that took up my whole day. And most of all I miss being oblivious to life......... What do you miss?
( Hmm funny....For some reason I get those kinds of peaceful nights the night before a Calculus exam...)

I Know I'm Wierd, But Are You Really All That Perfect?!

I know I have some unusual tendencies and preferences but does that make me wierd? I mean whose to say what's normal and what's wierd?

Is it wierd if I can't stand drinking milk? Especially if its not ice cold right out of the fridge and followed by a bite of cake or bread? What about my aversion to eating cookies upside down (the flat surface has to be facing down, except if there Oreos, then its ok!) And how about the fact that I get really creeped out by small, symmetrical circular things like the spores on a fern plant (eek getting grossed out just thinking about them!!!) And do you think its "normal" that I ALWAYS have a song in my head (right now its Brian Mcknight's "Back at One") and I don't think I've gone more than 10-15 minutes at a time without a song playing in my mental jukebox.

So yeah, I admit it! I'm wierd! But seriously who could live in a world where everyone's perfect?! That would be soooo boring and redundant! Am I right?

Another Wish

I've known that I have a craving for speed and moving at light speed for a while now but I only recently discovered that this craving can be satisfied by freakishly, mind-blowing, gut-wrenching roller coasters. I've only been on one coaster The Dragon at Rye Playland, Rye New York. That was fun but tame compared to the outrageous ones they have at Six Flags Great Adventure. There's the Kingda Ka, Medusa, Superman, Nitro and others. I wish i Could one day get up the nerve to ride one of these (and find some poor soul to go with me becuase I can't go it alone!) but for now I'll content myself with videos of these rides:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HN8nv4tVFuA Kingda Ka

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5UZ51Oq0oo Medusa

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=29P1fI3eY50 Nitro

I Wish...

There were a few things I could not include on my Amazon.com wishlist (you could view that from my profile). The one thing I wish I could do is travel. I want to go everywhere. Malaysia, Greece, Paris, Dubai, San Francisco, Houston (to visit my big sis) and of course the Big Apple (New York, New York: The city so nice they named it twice!)


Most people go to these cities for the landmarks, the sightseeing and the usual touristy stuff.But for me its more about the hotels I would stay in, the elegant restaurants I have dinner at and the airports I rush to to catch my next flight!

There's just something so exhilarating about travelling. Getting your tickets..the cab ride to the airport... takeoff... landing...the luggage carousel... and the reassurance that your boring mundane life is miles away! Right now your sole aim is to have fun , take in everything around you, and share this amazing experience with your loved ones.


Here are some places I would like to visit:



Four Seasons Spa Resort, Langkawi, Malaysia:





Some amazing Greek Island:
The Waldorf-Astoria Hotel in New York:

There are a lot more places I would love to visit. I just hope I get the chance to!

No Title

Life is so unpredictable. You have no control over anything! You don't know if you'll be around tomorrow or next week or ten years from now! And yet people can't help but dream, plan and hope. You're always like I'll do this next week or I'll do that next year even though there's this little nagging feeling in your gut telling you it may not actually be possible. And sometimes that nagging feeling grows till it consumes your thoughts. You're filled with "what ifs" and "maybes" and you can't do much to appease the uneasiness. And then all you can really do is leave it all up to a higher power. He ultimately has control over everyhing right? So why worry yourself crazy over it!? In the end all you can do is keep a goal in mind, work as hard as you can towards it, and then just hope and pray it all works out your way....

Lyrics and Life

"When the rain is pouring down and my heart is hurting

You will always be around, this I know for certain

You and me together through the days and nights

I don't worry cuz everything's gonna be all right"

'No One'- Alicia Keys

Have you ever been in a tough spot, where you don't know what to do, who to ask for help, and can't even begin to imagine how it'll change your life? How do you react?- cry? scream? get angry? retreat into your room and blast Alicia Keys through the house? or look for someone to blame it all on?

Have you ever been so scared and defeated that all you can do is cry? Tears are flowing down your cheek without you even realizing they're flowing? You keep imagining all the horrible possibilities even though you've told yourself to stay positive. You keep praying the same prayer over and over and the tears keep flowing.

But then someone walks into the room and smiles the cutest smile and you can't help but think that as long as they're there with you, everything's gonna be all right...

Someone else

What if you could travel to a parallel dimension and see yourself as someone else? What kind of person would you be? What if you were smarter? richer? uglier? fatter? Would you like this alternate you? If you could, would change yourself? Do you ever wish you were someone else?

It's so amazing how every little event, detail, and person has shaped and molded your life in some way and has made it was it is right now. The people you saw during your trip to the store when you were five or the Keanu Reeves movie you saw when you were in second grade. Even though these little events seem insignificant, imagine how your life would have been like had you not experienced them. I would never have realized at such an early age that some people are rude and degrading to their own kids or that I really love fast vehicles speeding down highways (the Keanu Reeves movie was Speed). Then there are some really big factors that have shaped your life like where you grew up, the school you went to, being the youngest or eldest child. These have a more dramatic effect on your current personality. I don't know why but I keep wondering who I would have been had these little and big details been different....

Inspiration! (quotes & calculus?!)

"We know the truth, not only by the reason but by the heart" - Blaise Pascal

But what if the truth that I know is different from the truth that you know, is it still true? (Like in Calculus if the right hand limit is different from the left hand limit, the limit does not exist...)
Then does our truth not exist?

Imagine, a self-proclaimed math-hater being inspired by calculus! What has the world come to?! Anyway, I should get back to studying... (thankfully its not a calculus hourly tomorow- that torture is reserved for another day!)

I wonder if the person who inspired this post will ever happen to stumble across this blog.... I hope they appreciate it! ;)

My first post!

I'm not sure how I'm supposed to start... Should I say hi or something?! uhh...Hi!

Anyway, i wish i could tell you exactly what my blog is about but its kinda late rite now (past my peak brain functioning time span) and listening to "in the ayer" by Flo-rida isn't helping my creativity much!
I could tell you however, that i like to daydream and i have a crazy imagination so the title "What if..." just reflects that... ummm yeah that's pretty much it!