My love for Autumn and a new tag!

#myautumnspace

As the days get shorter, the sunsets earlier and the leaves set alight before carpeting the floor, creating an orange path for me to walk on – I come out of my summer cocoon and blossom into the crisp cold seeking creature that I am. If I was born to love one thing on earth, it would be autumn. 

To say that it’s my favourite season is a huge understatement. There’s just something about waking up to the morning mist settled on my window, stepping out to the fiery palette of the earth and breathing in the crisp cool air that adds the desire to explore a little more to my every day routine.

Each time the season returns, I learn to love a new element of it. But there’s a part of me that has always wondered what autumn is like in the rest of the world.

I can only imagine how each country/region experiences the fall of autumn in a unique way to mine.

Living in the North West of England, I’m particularly interested at how this time of year differs in climates that tend to be warmer – of course I can’t travel the world in the few months that autumn lasts this year (I mean that may be technically possible, but financially near impossible), yet what I can do is experience autumn virtually – and that’s where – #myautumnspace was born. I wanted to create a tag that people all over the world could use to share how autumn befalls in their hometown.

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How to be a part of #myautumnspace:

· point 1, you could use the tag to share a collection of leaves, a photograph of the crisp autumn sky, or simply a write up of what autumn means to you.

· point two, in other words you are welcome to use the hashtag under anything that befits your perception of autumn really.

· I’m always up for a challenge, tag the simplest, or most abstract photograph –

· All autumn lovers are welcome.

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If you are really dedicated, you could also tag your post under the same hashtag (#myautumnpsace) when posting your blogposts too, as I’ll regularly be checking wordpress, hoping to see some autumnal goodness. Hopefully we can come together to see sides of the season we haven’t seen before.

Other seasonal tags I’ve been loving this month are:

– @prettynotinc and @herinternests joint hashtag project #thisautumnlife: the sunday weekly prompts are surprisingly quite inpsiring to my creativity!

– @queenbeady’s #thisishowihueit, which is ‘all about moodier, autumnal tones’

– #pocketsofslow

🍁🍂🌿🌻🌾

// all the best!

Rimsha

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Why I left Instagram

…& quit blogging

 

It started off with a whole string of events that can occur in any ones life, which just meant that I was too busy to be posting regularly. At some point between the ups and downs, I just didn’t want to post..

As consumers of social media, I think concept that begins to blur the most, is picking out reality from a still shot. Its easy for us to forget that a picture is not an exact representation of a persons whole 24 hours, but a reflection of a single moment. Being a writer, I believe my emotions play the most significant role in the way I construct the images around my pieces.  I always thought I had a pretty fair grip on the writing I shared and the writing I kept to myself, until I got to a point where I didn’t want to share any of it.

I just thought, if my captions wouldn’t hold much – posting pictures for me would be pointless too. Naturally, when I started to feel like I didn’t want to post, blogging was the first thing that stopped. I couldn’t bring myself to share a caption, a long-form blog post was a long shot.

I find it funny to refer to myself as an artist but I think that there is an element of artistry to everything a person creates, and just like an artist – I can go through weeks at a time where I do not like anything I write, make or do in general.

I personally do not feel like I have been exposed to a perfectionist culture. I’m not denying that it exists. It does exist and it’s here, but I didn’t have to be on social media to begin to feel like a part of it. It’s something I’d always held in me.

As if not feeling the part wasn’t enough to stop me posting, I eventually thought that my page didn’t look the part too. I guess you would probably see this as a direct effect of all the meticulous feeds you can come across on a daily basis on the explore page. But I really don’t believe that to be the case. I mean, as far back as I can remember – I’ve always wanted my own personal page to look exactly as I envision it to be in my mind – or a close/better alternative. In school I would tear out countless sheets from my work book after writing a single line if I did not like how my handwriting would look.  At times I would complete the better part of a project and start from scratch again.
And I simply see my Instagram page as an extension of my workbook. It got to a point where one morning I wanted to delete most (all) the pictures from my account. But doing that would be the equivalent of setting three years worth of notebooks on fire,

and I’m not prepared to do that just yet.

If you were to see me right now, I would look to you like the living contradiction of everything you’ve just read about me. Because. Well. I’m not a perfectionist, not in the dictionary sense, not in any sense. I mean, I just spilled some tea on my white t-shirt as I’m writing this and I wholly believe it’s alright to continue to wear a tea stained top around for the rest of the day, and believe me, I will.

It isn’t perfection that I’m looking for, its more a connection. I didn’t like the feeling of  detachment from what I myself had put out there.

Like most creators on the internet, I have an emotional investment with each image and piece I publish to the world. I didn’t wanna have to feel obligated to post. I mean at first posting every few weeks felt a little forced, so I stopped. Not posting at all – well, that felt even better. Natural. And more than that, it was the right thing to do at the time.

I know that saying I just didn’t want to be on here is too weak a case, but it was hard for me to approach a topic that I had not fully come to terms with myself. I think its because we’re taught how to react to more open and direct emotions like anger, but don’t really know what to do with the silent underlying ones.

Being a generally positive person, I didn’t feel like any thing I was posting was positive anymore. So I took sometime away from posting to focus on being in tune with myself, and understanding the vision I had within me. I wouldn’t hold myself as an advocate for the importance of mental health if I really didn’t point out that I DID NEED time, and had to just trust myself in taking the time off and learning more about my state of mind.

I know that the time away has done me a lot of good. The blank posts are there to act like as an indent on my feed. This time, it’s important for me to see the physical break in my page and restart at a place I want to be.

I’m back with my (somewhat) unedited self. I’m not promising better content, nor do I think what I post will be any different from before, but it feels good to be back – and that’s all that counts.

Rimsha

oh wait, this entire essay would make a lot more sense if you followed me on Instagram wouldn’t it?

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The Bell Jar: A Review

 

 

The Bell Jar: A Review

realistic fiction

 

(No spoilers, I promise)

10:08 AM. I feel the pages thinning between my thumb and fingers and as I near the end of The Bell Jar, I feel a sudden surge of dull panic. A novel I had oh so desperately wanted to finish and now that I am almost there, I haven’t found closure. I mean it can’t end this way…

 

But it can.

In fact, I am not dissatisfied by the way that Plath ended the novel. I am completely satisfied, yet there’s certainly a large part of my mind that has been shaken. The part of me that recognises that this is the most ‘real’ and tangible closure I could get from an autobiographical novel.

The book depicts Plath’s protagonist, Esther Greenwood as a successful student and writer. The author portrays Esther’s mind as almost transparent; the description used to display the characters thoughts of people and places are the most enjoyable yet heart-wrenching element of the novel, for me.

I have never been so torn between the feeling of dropping the book and leaving it unfinished and reading on to know how it ends ever before. Knowing that this was a reflection of her life and that the author took her own life (eventually) compelled me to read on, it would be disrespectful of me to stop before the end. 

Midway through the novel, the author does foreshadow the end as the novel follows an almost pessimistic tone from a certain point, which is cut ever so slightly by moments of optimism, but never really dies down.

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‘At first I wondered why the room felt so safe. Then I realised it was because there were no windows’.

 

I guess this is more of me venting my feelings about the story than an actual review, bear with me. The thing is, I know that whether I read this ten years earlier or ten years on down the lie, I would pretty much feel just as I do today. But for me to read it just after I turned twenty, and following the neurosis of Esther, who is a similar age to mine and also turns twenty in some dark page, whose number I do not know – just makes the reading experience a little more truer to reality.

 

Part of the way through the novel, I thought I would like to read some of Plath’s poems as soon as I’d finished reading the book. Now, I’m not quite sure I could handle reading anymore of her work so soon after The Bell Jar.

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I’m still at a loss for ways to describe the novel. The best way to summarise it would be to pick a question from the blurb itself: ‘what is reality, and how can it be confronted?’

At this point, all I can say is – read it.

 

On a brighter note, I hope you enjoy my first successfully transported but poorly made gif. 

I don’t think there’s such a thing as light-hearted reading anymore, if you know of any – do suggest some in the comments. Thank you guys.

 

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Feminism & The Modern Muslim Woman

Feminism & The Modern Muslim woman

I could write about this very topic every day for the next year and it still would not be enough.

Not all feminists think or act the same.

Well isn’t that news. It might surprise you to hear that it is my religion which has inspired me to want to speak up against the subordination of women. I know it’s hard to believe whilst living in a world painted with dominant western culture that a religion being tarnished as barbaric and a threat to modern civilisation was one of the first to recognise inequality and grant women with rights.

I’m not here to list a dozen ways that Islam liberated Muslim women, nor point out that Muslim women were emancipated from being the property of men fourteen hundred years before women in the west saw any light of such rights. All that I wish to make clear is that Islam, does not support the ill treatment of women.

The patriarchy which has governed most nations for centuries and manipulates laws, both theological and social, to their own advantage has allowed the largely prevailing misogynistic culture to impose certain rulings that feed hegemonic masculinity; by oppressing women.

Unfortunately, it is the misuse of religion which has created the notion that the Islamic faith is the enemy of the modern woman. However, it is also true that in certain ‘secular’ societies that claim to be ‘forward thinking’, women are still not treated as equals, in pay, under laws and by culture itself.

As a Muslim woman, it is devastating to see the hypocrisy practiced by the Muslim community and the wider non-Muslim society.

screenshot_2016-09-27-09-13-36-1.png Are there problems with the feminist movement? Absolutely.

However as a young participating member of society (regardless of my gender), I believe that referring to a supporter of equal rights as a ‘feminazi’ is the modern day digressing of human rights as a whole.

Why? Well, the movement itself holds the weight of the struggles and sacrifices made by women (and men) from whenever you believe feminism arose, up to present day. By calling someone a ‘feminazi’, you are undermining an entire era of change. Not only is the term degrading to feminism, I take it as multiple steps back for society. Whether you call yourself a feminist or a humanist is besides the point.

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For me, the fact that some (yes, not all) feminists believe that most Muslim women are oppressed by their religion is a problem. Women, muslim women that are living under misogynist regimes ARE oppressed, yet little, or dare I say it NOTHING is being done to help them.

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Yet all that is ever highlighted, all that I do see mainstream media debating on – is whether a veiled women is free, ‘oppressed’, or harbouring terrorists.

Come on.

A muslim woman does not need to lift her veil to prove that she is not oppressed. The fact that muslim women are forced to prove on a regular basis that they are not oppressed, to me – is real oppression.

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Of course, this claim would be unfair if I didn’t point out the fact that I am speaking from an advantaged point of view. I do recognise that not all women are born under the same circumstances or under the same situation as me. Which is why I believe that our efforts need to be put to effective use, we should stop analysing a free walking Muslim woman, and use our privileges to create aid to those that DO need it. 

| do keep in mind, that me talking about Islam, does not in any way undermine or insinuate disrespect towards any other faith. Comments suggesting things of such a nature will be dismissed. Bigots will not be entertained. |

*you guessed it, this was a self-illustrated blogpost*

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two decades and counting //(Birthday Post)

It’s the fifth day of the new year 2017,

a quick google search tells me that on this day 1892, the first successful auroral photograph was made. It also happens to be my birthday. Yes. On this day 20 years ago, I was born.

Though the first framed capturing of the phenomenonal lights a hundred and five years prior to my birth, was certainly not a precursor of my tiny human self growing to be ‘extra ordinary’. I hate falling to pessimism but considering the fact that I have failed to keep up with the very blog that I promised more than once to update regularly – its safe to say that I am by consequence – below the ordinary mark in ordinary regards too.

Impair ordinare, as the French may call it.

Oh, that’s not what the French call it? Pardon moi.

Usually I would type out a list of excuses for my near ghosting as a blogger. Excuses that would start with me saying “you see, the thing is” and end somewhat on a lower note. But today, I’ll try not to make a rhetoric of myself and simply set out the blunt truth.

You see the thing is (oh, but this isn’t an excuse! I promise) when I started out blogging, my ‘motto’ was to provide positive content. I had this idea embedded within the blog post writing section of my mind (yes, it really does exist), in which I had decided that the world and its inhabitants had enough problems to go around, and so if a reader was to take a few moments out of their hectic day to read a post- it should simply make them smile. 

With that came the obvious habit of only sharing the good, but just as I began to write this post- I realised that the ‘bad‘ wasn’t all that bad. Sharing the slightly watered down shades of life could make a reader feel familiar and know that they are not alone in this spectrum of raging intensities.

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My brain lacked any space in the blogging department, because a) a family member got sick b) I’ve been busy accommodating for family and guests arriving from abroad and c) I was struggling with assignments.

The final one felt amazing actually, the struggle of putting the work and long hard hours into an assingment – has always done something for me. I can’t quite explain why the bitter sweet dedication one has to put forth into the process is rewarding. Except that, it just is.

As for b), I have had regular guests and extended family coming to visit from abroad and far away places since as far back as I can remember. I don’t know if its just in our South Asian blood or my dads extrovert personality. Guests from distant lands being around isn’t a surprise change. Though having them around every couple of weeks during term time was a sour inconvenience, it’s the knowing that it is illness that has drawn them which was new.

Speaking of new, a) was new. a) was most definitely new. I’d never had to deal with illness being so close to home before.

Early September brought with it the most foreign feeling my almost twenty year old self had yet to come into contact with.

I am quite adaptable. I cut my thumb one day and walked around with it wrapped in a bloody tissue and folded into my fist  for two hours so that I wouldn’t have to be told off for being clumsy and have my thumb properly checked. I survived over 120 minutes with one thumb instead of two. That’s pretty adaptable if you ask me.

September was no different. I adapted to the shock. To the regular hospital trips. To the completely changed routine.  Though the change along with b) and c) meant that my blog suffered.

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Its been 2017 for a while now, and though I may whisper the odd few new year’s resolutions to myself when nobody’s listening, I generally don’t follow the whole ‘new year, new me’ swing. Here’s why.

I personally don’t deem it as entirely healthy to put immense pressure on ourselves to undergo drastic changes – simply because the clock has struck 12. Though I do not see anything wrong with it in principal, setting goals and standards and seeing the new year as a fresh start is a fairly decent way of kicking your productivity up. But lets face it. When we don’t become the new us we had set out to be, it’s bound to set a toll on you somewhere down the line, mentally at least.

I do have a few ‘works in progress’ that I would like to progress further into this year.

So hi there, trusted blog reader. If you’re still reading this, you should know that I will be posting more regularly.

 

More to the point of this post. I am 20. As of now, I feel just about the same. I mean I’ve been transitioning into the twentieth year since about a year, I’m bound to feel fairly comfortable. I’ve been a teen for so long that knocking the number 1 off the first digit of my age seems a little unfair.

I’m blessed beyond measure, and I have everything to be thankful for. Two decades is a long time to be alive, if I could survive 2016 as a 19 year old – I could pretty much single handedly outlive the zombie apocalypse. 

Which I also think is just extravagantly over exaggerated. I mean it might just be a minion take over of the world and more yellow than gory. 

You should definitely follow me on Instagram if you’re not already and tune in to my insta-story today, where i’ll be sharing the birthday love by telling you my tips for having a good day.

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Phew. This is the most frank I’ve ever been on my blog. I usually curve around my real reasons for being gone.

As I mentioned earlier, if you were here in my absence – I apologise for not being around and you may be going through a particularly shaky time in your life right now,

just know that it will pass – you are strong enough to get through it and get through it you will.

That’s all that matters in the end.

*yes, this was a sparsely illustrated, but certainly a self-illustrated post*

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Mangobaaz Feature

Yesterday evening I arrived home and began to flick through my email inbox, it was quite a fast and aimless skimming, until I came across a link to my feature on MangoBaaz!

I guess you can imagine how ecstatic I was (and still am).

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 It’s such an amazing feeling to be recognised and appreciated by a news platform as hot as MangoBaaz. I was interviewed by Haadiya, I talk a little about my journey as a writer/blogger and embracing my ethnicity. I also mention a little about my photo’s *and my lack of expertise in the photography department*

Needless to say, it was a surreal experience.

If you read the article, let me know what you think of it.

http://www.mangobaaz.com/tea-in-bed-goals/

I pray that you have a lovely week ahead!

Rimsha

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Halal Nail Polish: Tuesday In Love

Picture this, you’re wearing the perfect nail colour, your make-up is surprisingly flawless and you just generally feel ‘on point’, until you check your watch to see that its time for prayer, and wait what’s that on your nails – oh, you’re still wearing nail polish.

Any Muslim girl reading this would understand why nail polish can prove to be a problem; which is why when I heard about tuesdayinlove, I just had to test their halal nail polish out for myself. The team were kind enough to send me some products to review, and I have been waiting to do this all month!

A little about Tuesday in Love:
Tuesday in Love, is a Canadian company specializing in water permeable nail polish. In case you were wondering what makes the nail polish ‘halal’, it is its micro-pore technology which allows water molecules to penetrate through the semi-permeable colour membrane. You can view their halal certification and statement here

Tuesday in Love products are – free of harsh chemicals (such as formaldehyde, toluene and DBP) and they are not tested on animals! 

What attracted me the most to TIL as a company, is their commitment to giving proceeds from every sale they make to Plan Canada’s “Because I am a Girl” campaign, that helps underprivileged girls all around the world. Plan has been supporting children and families for over 75 years, by providing scholarships, school construction, skills and nutrition – “when a girl is truly valued, she can reach her full potential, bringing clean water, agriculture and health care to her community”.

What I received:

screenshot_2016-09-27-09-13-36-1.png1 matte liquid lipstick – in the shade ‘toronto’

screenshot_2016-09-19-12-23-35-4.png4 water permeable nail polishes, in – yolo, cotton candy, love me harder & love potion

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screenshot_2016-09-19-12-23-35-7.png Instructions for the water permeability test

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Now, for the moment of truth.

Water Permeability Test

  1. place 1 – 2 coats of nail polish on a small area of paper towel and allow to dry completely.
  2. using an eyedropper (I did not have an eyedropper so I used a small spoon), place one or two drops of water in the centre and observe for 30 to 60 seconds.
  3. confirm results by checking bottom of paper towel – it should be wet or damp.

It worked! The water did seep through the nail polish.

The matte liquid lipstick is the perfect deep berry shade for winter.

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And when Tuesday in Love say matte, they mean matte!

Along with its socially conscious attitude, I would recommend Tuesday in Love – because it certainly does deliver what it promises. I love being able to turn the bottle to the back to see only a handful of ingredients being used. Its good to know that my body is not absorbing in the harsh chemicals that are usually found in nail enamel.Oh and there polish as well as lipstick all have a pretty pleasant smell, not strong at all.

You can find them on Instagram too @tuesdayinlove, or contact via email: info@tuesdayinlove.com

*It’s the first couple of days of snowfall here, well it snowed at night and then rained all morning and there’s a mixture of sleet and rain going on right now. I hope your winter is just as wintery!*

Rimsha

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