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5 Days of Poetry

Day One

The poem, “The Eight of September,” written by Pablo Neruda is about the final day. The day of judgment. The day of resurrection. I agree with this poem because of what it is saying. To me, it is about how the world will end. The signs to the ending of the world. Those who believe in Christianity, Islam and some other religions, do believe in these signs that describe the final day and even those who believe in the big bang theory, have a similar idea for this concept. In my religion, Islam, I learned about actions. I have a personal connection with this poem. Ever since I was a young girl, the day of resurrection was one of the main things I learned in my religion. It was the scariest day, the day when no soul will be living and we will be questioned by God for our actions. We believe that there will be earthquakes, cracks, volcanoes, and the sun will be coming down, making us drown in our own sweat. And then, when we die, we will have our souls come back into our bodies. Then we’ll see God on his throne, waiting to either punish us or reward us. Just like this poem. It says that we will be sweating because of heat, drowning because of tsunami, falling because of earthquakes which causes us to die. Then we rise once again, waiting for God to come, and telling us our destiny. One of the main reasons why I do agree with this poem is because of the really similar ideas it has with my beliefs, and the fact that it makes sense to me. A line that I really like from the poem is,” A strange door opened, between us, and someone, with no face as yet, waited for us there.” I like this because its suspenseful, and only those that agree with this poem, really understand what its going yet. It is somewhat beautiful to me because I think its trying to say, tat we don’t know how God looks, or how he’s like, but what we do know is that he is waiting for us. Overall this poem had a deep meaning about how the world was going to end, and I agree with it.  

  Day Two

“Relentless as the Tarantula,” by Charles Bukowski, is about problems. It is saying that no matter where you are, or who you are, problems will never leave you alone. It doesn’t matter if you’re the richest or happiest or the healthiest, in one way or another you’ll have problems. These problems will consume you. They won’t let you be happy or stress-free, they will haunt you until you crave in and die, or become miserable. A theme that is demonstrated in this poem is struggles. As humans we are always going to struggles. Either its physical, emotional or economical. Struggles are the foundation of suicide, of unhappiness, of no peace. This poem reminds me of the world. Every time something terrible happens, and it finally gets solved, another problem appears. It is a never ending cycle of problems. A few weeks ago, a boy at the age of twenty-one, committed suicide. His family, his friends and his peers were confused as to why a brilliant guy like him would do that. They believed that he had everything, and he was leading a pleasant life. He had money, he had a girlfriend, he had a good education and he had family, so why would he want to take away his own life? That’s they thing with problems though, not everyone can see them. Many are not noticeable to anyone besides the one dealing with it, and this causes the person to go into isolation, think negatively, and allowing the problem to take over, while the person shows one story on the outside but on the inside, is fighting its own demons. Personally, my family and I have had only a few days were we didn’t have problems or something to worry about. Last year, we found out my grandma had kidney failure, after that my grandpa got hospitalized, and sadly passed away. Then we had to start treatment for my grandma. My mother had a court case and was being sued by the opposition team with 2 million dollars. And plenty of money problems. This is an example of only the bigger problems I had over the last years, but there were millions of smaller ones too. It’s the cycle of life and we can’t control it. Problems are for everyone and they will never let you truly be happy because they are always coming for you. As soon as you think you got rid of one, another one is waiting on the right moment to attack you. Problems are a test from God. So instead of isolating yourself, and ultimately hurting yourself, ask for help from those who care about you, because they will help you, and you will get through it. In my religion, it is said that this world is meant to be a difficult, and an unhappy place, because this world is meant to be hell, and once you get through this, heaven will be waiting for you.

  Day Three

The poem, “Nothing but Death,” written by Palo Neruda is about death. It is saying that death is inevitable, that no matter who you are, or where you are, death will come find you and take you with it.  This poem describes the impact of death. It portrays death as a very dark and negative thing, just like how most people see it around the world. The poem also talks about the various ways death hides. That death will come to you in the most surprising way. Personally, I agree with this poem. I do think that death is waiting for us, that its look at each and everyone one of us, waiting till its our turn for it to take. I like the feeling of darkness and coldness that surrounded the poem because it does a wonderful job at describing how many people actually do feel. Nobody likes death. Death takes a husband away from a wife, a mother away from a daughter, a child away from its parents, a friend away from its best friend. Death leaves a bitter taste in the mouths of those who are affected by it. It leaves heartache and tears. For most people, death is the scariest thing because once death approaches there is no going back. It is the final thing that will take one away from earth permanently. Once death approaches, its too late to say sorry, or to say how you feel, because although the body might still be on earth physically, the soul is gone. I faced my first actual meeting with death, when my grandpa was taking away from me, last year in October. My grandpa was my best friend. He would spend all his time with his grandkids, and would never allow our parents to yell at us. He was my protector, my very own angel. But then he got sick. He fell and broke his hipbone and although it was not that serious, death used that as an excuse and took him away from me. My grandpa was finally getting better and one day, the nurses called us and told us he’s not looking too good. So we send a few hours with him, all his children and his grandchildren, at the hospital. And his health starts to improve. But then all of a sudden, his eyes roll to the back of his head, and he’s gone. He stopped responding. He left all his love ones in tears. My dad and my uncles, though I never once saw them in pain, that day they sobbed on their mothers lap, my older cousins, who think tears are for losers, that say they help on to my grandpa’s hand, telling him to wake up, and me, never felt a heartache, that day I felt like my heart was going to break into two. This is the story of death. Death is the most depressing and horrible thing in the world. Yet each one of us will face it because death is the inevitable.    

  Day Four

“The History of One Tough Motherfucker,” written by Charles Bukowski is about the relationship between a cat and its owner. It talks about the struggle they went through to get to where they are right now. It talks about how the cat got ran over by a car and people told the owner that the cat will die sooner or later because of this injury. The owner never gave up and the cat actually improved although it was never the exact same again. This poem is saying that you shouldn’t give up. The cat went through so many obstacles and although it would have been easier for the cat to give up, it never did. It proved the doctor, and those others that claimed that he wont get better, wrong. It had the determination to do so because there was someone that cared so much for him, and he supported the cat. He never gave up on him and they took baby steps to recovery together. And when the impossible turned to possible, the cat and its owner became famous. Famous because the story and courage of the cat influenced him to do something creative. He wrote beautifully because he was inspired by the cat. Bu none of the audience seen that. They wanted to hear the story as to what encouraged him to what he does so nicely, and when he tried to say it was because of his cat, they simply ignored him. And although the fame surrounds him, he and his cat know that this is bullshit because the fame simply does not matter to them.  A theme in this poem which was prominent throughout the text was patience. It took a lot of patience and time for the cat to heal, and yet the owner never rushed him. “’You can make it,’ I said to him. He kept trying, getting up falling down, finally he walked a few steps, he was like a drunk, the rear legs just didn’t want to do it and he fell again, rested, then got up.” This quote demonstrates patience and determination because the cat never gave up. It kept trying over and over again, even though recovery seemed impossible. This poem reminds me of my cousin’s cat. It was the first pet I gotten close too. The cat went through a lot. It was shot with a gun and then ran over a car. And although the cat tried to recover, he never made it but he still gave it all the he had. Giving up should never be an option. Even though people all around you don’t believe in it, you should still give it your best and if it still not enough for you, it might encourage others around you. Believe in yourself and encourage people to keep on trying.

  Day Five

The poem, “Saddest Poem,” written by Pablo Neruda, is about the author expressing his feelings about a girl. It says that the saddest poem that he can write is about this girl that he once loved. By saying this, it expresses how much this lady really meant to him and how much it effected him. The poem is talking about a relationship between a man and a woman. They both loved each other yet the used one another as well. They had a romantic relationship but somehow they fell apart and moved on. This poem reminds me of relationships all around the world. Now a days, many relationships last only for a short while because people just use each other for their own benefits and once they get what they want, they toss their partner out. A lot of relationships are also based on lust. Relationships are a lot weaker and less meaningful as they were before. Instead of fixing relationships as they did before, they simply throw it away. And even if one partner wants more in a relationship, they don’t say it and end up losing their loved one. They see them moving on and even though they are filled with anguish, they still don’t say what’s truly in their hearts.  I believe that people now a days don’t truly know the real meaning of being in a committed relationship. I think that the author should have chased after the girl especially because the way he describes how he feels without her, is heartbreaking. But he is planning on forgetting her, and hoping to move on because he says, “Although this may be the last pain she cause me, and this may be the last poem I write for her.” This quote expresses the fact that the author is now ready to move on as he wont recall on their memories. My favourite line in this poem is, “What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her. The night is full of stars and she’s not with me.” First of all, I believe that sometimes people think that love in enough to have someone stay by them, but that’s not the case. You need many other attributes as well. There should be understanding, appreciation, communication, trust and many other things.  I also believe that the author is saying that even though she left him, the stars are still shining. That there is some hope for him. I like this line because it tells you to never give up and that things will get better. To have hope. This poem is talking about relationship struggles and heartache, but it still tells you that you shouldn’t be surrounded in pain, but instead move on and be happier.

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Humans

Humans are very complexed beings. They have many things that most other creatures do not. They have a conscience, emotions and a plan, and they are a very intellectual. But humans also have distinction between themselves. Race, ethnicity, religion and beliefs are all attributes that are different in each human being. Because of this, problems occur. People fight for their advantages, and wants what’s best for them. This causes disagreements and leads to sever problems. In the book, “A Bengal Tiger at the Baghdad Zoo,” Americans are at war with Iraq, similar to the movie, “American Sniper.” Americans are trying to do what they thing is right while citizens in Iraq think something different. The tiger, in the book says how him and other animals were effected although they were never apart of the war, and that it is not fair. 

Just like many other million of civilians. In the movie, Chris is haunted by the demands from the war, and it was really effecting his home life. He can't seem to forget all the terrible memories and goes into depression. He then volunteers and work with handicap soldiers, which gives him some peace of mind. The movie really had no right or wrong answers because war is very shady. There are many different beliefs in war and a right or wrong answer is really hard to justify. Chris goes through many dilemmas, one main one being the fact that he was about to shoot a young kid, although he didn't want to but he thought that if he didn't, then it would ultimately hurt them. So as he get to shoot, praying the kid doesn't pick up the gun, it shows humanity. Despite them being in war, he didn't want to kill the child. I personally believe that the child himself was not in the wrong, because people are coming in your land, trying to harm you, so you would want to defend yourself. Even in the book, two young American soldiers were haunted by what happened at war. They experienced things that they never thought they would. Eventually the impacts of war hurt them so gravely that they both die, displaying the reality of war. Both media pieces, demonstrate, that taking a life, no matter who it is, is not easy and it does effect you negatively. 

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Letter to my Grade 9 Self

Dear Uzmah,

You’re in garde nine right now. It is probably the easiest year ever so have as much fun as you can because life will be getting a lot tougher way sooner than you thing. The four years of high school is going to fly by even though right now you think it wont. You’ll be changing a lot as well and you shouldn’t quit going to the mosque. You’ll miss it in grade 12, when you really need someone to talk to but yet you’ll feel like no one will understand. Another thing, stop trying to please everyone around you. Do what you want to do, stop being unhappy simply because you want others to be proud of you. Oh, and don’t take any moments for granted with Dada, our gramps, leader, best friend. You have a lot less time than you think. Tell everyone everyday about how much they mean to you, and don’t get angry. Life will be getting harder, but you must have patience. Without patience, you’re going to go crazy. Oh, and the boy you’re obsessed about now, a few years down the road, you wont even be thinking about him. What you feel at this moment is only temporary, so don’t try to hard. Another thing, try in school. Try in grade 12, it is so important. You’ll regretted especially when you get placed on the wait list for a university you really wanted to go. So try. In grade 12, you’re going to go through a lot, but you’re strong Uzmah, and remember that god only picks his strongest soldiers to fight battles. You’re going to feel more alone, and shed more tears than you have in any other year, but in this year, you’ll learn a lot to. And you’ll be glad one day that even though grade 12 school and home life was difficult, you did the right thing. So to conclude Uzmah, have as much fun as you want right now, because this fun wont last forever. Life is about to get a lot more stressful than you can imagine. What you’re going through right now is nothing compared to the trails you’ll be facing. But you’re strong, brave and you have faith, and that’s all you need to make it out of this battle as well. Stay happy and remember, God is always there, he’s you’re best friend so go to him when you’re in need. Believe.

From: Grade 12 Uzmah

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What Does it Mean to be Human

This video says that Gods love and Parents love is alike. Both of them love you unconditionally. To me, having hope in God is what makes you human. Its what leads you to having emotions, sincerity, forgiveness, believing, and faithfulness. God leads you to happiness and that makes you human. 

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A Time I Should Have But Didnt

Back when I went to India for some events and to meet family, a problem occurred. I was just 11 years old, and I was always known as the shy, nice little quiet girl. There was this family, that was very judgemental, but never bothered me because i never came in their way. One day, I over heard them talking about my family, negative things, to another family, even though it was completely untrue. Everything they said were lies and i knew because half the stuff they said was about me. I was shocked and hurt. I mean they were my family too. I never uttered a singe bad thing about them so what give them the right to do so about my family? Especially since it was false. 

I wanted to tell my parents, i really did, but i knew it would lead a fight, so i didn't. I kept it to myself. Now i regret it a lot because they ruined so many things in my life. They first talked ill about my sister to her ex-finaces family and later on, told people not to help or rely on my family at all. My parents regret never knowing their true colours, until it was too late. This makes me wish i stood up to them when i had the chance instead of cowering down. 

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What’s Holding Me Back?

All throughout my life, I’ve been someone that cares about what other people think. I can never do as i please because of the fear of upsetting someone or making someone hate me. I feel like, that is what holds me back. The fact that i am a people pleaser. I rather do something everyone tells me to do then do something i want to do because I want them to be proud of me. 

Personally, I want to become a teacher; an English teacher, or something along those lines. But i know my family wont like that as much. They would rather want me to have a career in something else. So im becoming an accountant. And although i know that accounting is not my choice, im hoping ill love it. I rather be upset myself than make my family upset. I really wish that i stopped caring as much as what people want from me but i cant help it. I like to make people proud of me and i hate when i disappoint people. So, the thing holding me back is my personality; the fact that i love to please other people more than i like to please myself. 

How Ill probably be in a few years (It’s a joke) lol

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You’re welcome

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Cat love ♥

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Beauty

Mountain Landscape Panoramas by Timothy Poulton

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my bones are weak from carrying you on my back I have sacrificed my strength for you so that I can no longer smile without pain and here you are walking just fine stronger than ever.

don’t forget to help yourself by shelby leigh (via nothingwithoutwords)

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BlueBird

The poem bluebird is really touching. It demonstrates that we hide a part of ourselves because we are to ashamed of it. We are scared of it getting rejected and being made fun of for that. Everyone is afraid of being made fun of and being an outcast in this world. But we should learn to embrace the part of us that we keep hidden. If someone doesn't like us because of it, then thats their lost. Everyone is unique and by hiding a part that we love, we are simply trying to take that uniqueness from ourselves. We are just becoming on whole community containing slightly different versions of one person. Why is it wrong to be different? Who has the right to judge us? By not showing a apart of yourself, you are not being true to yourself either. It is extremely scary but there are billions of people that are hiding their uniqueness as well. And by not giving a damn about what society thinks of you, and being honest with yourself, you are also giving courage to those scared people a chance to reveal their true self as well. It takes one person to make a difference. Don’t hide from rejection, but in fact, do you, do what you love, be who you are, and whoever has a problem with that, can simply stick their problem up their arse. 

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The World Against Me

Those that knew me since i was a baby always thought of me as a quiet, shy, and dense type of girl. Nobody really expected me to do my own thing and thought i was a pushover. It annoyed me, because thats what people automatically assume. They thing I'm too “nice” to say no and they take advantage of me. But i realized that I'm not like that. I hate when people don't ask for my opinion because they think i will agree with whatever they will say. Those that don't know me at all, and judge me purely on how i look, automatically assume that i have a “typical” middle eastern life. 

Where i have no rights, where i get abused and that i can be a potential terrorist. It troubles me that people make so many assumptions mainly on my religion and the fact that i wear a headscarf. I know that i am a very caring person. I cannot stand violence . My family treats my brother with the same amount of love and respect as they treat my sisters and I. So why does the world think they know me? They do not. All they know are a bunch of stereotypes that the media has created and by listening to that, they believe they have the right to think whatever they want about me. Just like any other Canadian girl, i strive the same for an education, for success, for friends and for fun. My parents don't force to get married by the time I'm eighteen, neither am i abused or not allowed to speak with guys. The world sees me as a helpless muslim girl that gets tossed around but when in reality I am a proud muslim girl that is strong and fights for what i want. I am a lot more than what my “looks” define me as.

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A Song That Helps Me Cope

A song that helps me cope is “Believe,” sang by Justin Bieber. I really like the song because of its lyrics and the fact that Justin Bieber sang it. He went through a lot of hate and negativity but he didn't allow that to bring him down so i really liked that. It also makes the song that much more sincere. Justin Bieber use to be someone i was crazy about, (Still am slightly) and he sang this song when i was going through a hard time in life. The song is about how overtime you fall, people that love you will be there for you, so don't give up. Justin Bieber talks about how much he wanted to give up, but the hope and love of those who cared about him , allowed him to get through it. 

This song makes me believe that not everything is as bad as it seems and that things will get better. I used to listen to this song day and night, and I still do, overtime i start to loose faith in myself. This song reminds me that I have people that believe in me, and fro them, I won't give up. It teaches me that faith is the most important thing, and not to let anyone bring me down. I should prove the haters wrong and do what I believe in!