Our Worlds


I painted my world black,

You painted yours blue,

Mine never saw the sun,

Yours never saw the moon.

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“Guidance for the righteous”.


A friend recently asked me to read the opening verses of Surah Al-Baqarah, which is the second chapter of The Quran, saying that there was ‘so much in it to find’. Now the interesting thing I find about The Quran is that whenever you take it up again, it always has something new to offer, and so I decided to revisit with a couple of tafasirs and found some interesting points.



“In the name of Allah, the Gracious, the Merciful.
This is a perfect Book; there is no doubt in it; it is a guidance for the righteous.”

1. For any book to be perfect, it must have four properties which have been called the “Allal-e-Arba Aa” عللِ اربعہ, which are

a) Illat-e-Faaili            علت فاعلی
b) Illat-e-Madi              علت مادی
c) Illat-e-Sauri           علت صوری
d) Illat-e-Gaai…

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The Ten Books Challenge Thingy

So. I was tagged in the Ten Books Challenge thingy, which has been going around on Facebook. I decided I’d share them here too!

I have to list ten books that have touched me in any way or have stayed with me. And of course I had to tell you WHY. So, in no particular order, here goes:


1. The Harry Potter series by J. K. Rowling. Let me just get that out of the way, first of all. For far too many reasons. It’s become a medium of communication more than anything, really, and to identify and relate to others with. p.s. I’m *apparently* a Ravenclaw.

2. The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien. I LOVED the LOTR books too, but this one has a sort of quaint charm about it. Every time I’ve read it, I’ve noticed something clever in the writing that I hadn’t before.

3. Matilda, Danny The Champion Of The World, or The Minpins by Roald Dahl.
Or *anything* by Roald Dahl, really. He made me believe in magic and made me fall in love with  words, like no other writer has been able to since. Oh! And Boy and Going Solo, his autobiographies. Must must MUST read. (:

4. The Famous Five series by Enid Blyton. The impeccable manners and comraderie left a lasting impression :p , not to mention the freedom they had (which I was forever envious of). I also like the way Blyton described the food being eaten.  It brings back memories of afternoons at Nano’s, reading with the light from the minute parting in the curtains.

5. The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. Not the happiest of books, but one of the most quotable that I have come across. I admire Plath’s writing, rather than the “storyline”, for reasons I could ramble about endlessly.

6. Little Women by Louisa M. Alcott. It might be slow and old fashioned, but most definitely the “chick-lit” of its time, as well as of my childhood. And Oh how I desperately wanted to be like Jo!

7. The Forty Rules Of Love by Elif Shafak. I was skeptical, after seeing the hype, but completely won over when I read it for myself. It, for me, injected a bit of spiritual self-reflection back into modern life, without (for the most part) the element of cultural appropriation.

8. The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. Having always enjoyed World War fiction, this one most definitely tops the list. I was drawn in by the first pages, and drawn to tears towards the last few. Simply beautiful.

9. Hamlet by William Shakespeare. Though it’s a play, we studied it as a text. Another reason for me to love the English language and enjoy the intricacies of its literature. Also, I feel Hamlet’s morbid obsessions reflect some of my own.

10. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe by C. S. Lewis. Another childhood favourite. I suppose fantasy is proving to be a preference with me. Magic and otherworldly creatures and adventure were the forming elements of my childhood. What more could any little girl ask for!


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I release my joy
Into the world
So carefree, it floats
Ecstasy unfurled
For the world runs on sunshine
“I will and I can”
Hope should be enough
For the common man.

How easily the sky
Swallows up our laughter
Dispersed, like clouds,
With nothing left after.


I bleed my sorrows,
Into the page,
Each determined stroke,
That blinded rage,
Though moving fingers,
And hands do ache,
With each wracking
Sob, I quake.

The world shares your joy,
Till you’re dry to the bone,
But those welling tears
You’ll wipe, alone.


Scrawl Sisters

Our first official post, I guess.

Sana and I each write our take on “Your Passion For Words”. Feedback much welcome!

Scribes of Seldomville

I didn’t really grow up reading lots of literature. Nor do I remember being that one kid with always a book in her hand and a dream of becoming a writer while growing up. I found my fondness for reading in the early years of my teens, and my love for writing quite later if I recall correctly. I have never been an introvert who took refuge in words or believed in scribbling her feelings in a notebook that she kept hidden from everyone lest they’d take a peek at her soul. I have always been an outspoken, extrovert and confident person growing up. Like many other stereotypes that we live and maintain in our daily lives, I always imagined finding a safe haven within words isn’t really needed by someone like me. But as they say, you never know what you’re missing out on unless you really have/try it!…

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Because sometimes I write mushy stuff.

And then she realised, letting go was something she could tell herself to do, but could only actually do partially; for he was etched into the crevices of her heart. His name was a thudding echo in her pulse. He was part of her, he made her, whether or not she thought about him anymore.

A monument in the landscape of her memories, he would be something that she chose not to frequently visit, though he stood there eternally.


Attention folks!

In a recent joint venture with Sana (sanafarzand.wordpress.com), we launched a new blog! Check it out! Feedback is very welcome. 😀

Scribes of Seldomville

Since this is the beginning of something new, I feel like a little background must be provided. This (joint) blog, is an attempt to do something Hadia and I very strongly feel about; for the love of writing. We don’t intend or expect it to turn into an internet phenomenon, within our tiny circle (as fickle as it may sound) of “blogging”. Neither do we have any agenda of raising a voice for nor against any social, political, psychological (which is pretty much a possibility when two of us are in on something, together) or universal issue, so to speak. The aim is simple and yet quite intricate, if you ask me! We just wish and hope to take our love, passion, ambition and aspirations for writing and turn it into something tangible and concrete instead of just a desire and itch that we are able to scratch not so…

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