#tasneems life

[bookthief626]

Started watching the 2nd season hoping for a continuation of the previous storyline so my heart hasn't been in the current storyline.

I keep thinking of Layan, her shadow is there at the back of my mind as I watch these little girls chase after some fame. I keep seeing her in every character, in Tasneem's hautiness, in Nadeen's arrogance, in Hiba's snappy remarks.

I keep thinking about who to blame, who do I hold accountable for the loss of her life because no matter what she did, she was a child.

I look at Ms Abeer and I whisper, "you caused her death, look at you, you couldn't stop meddling" but then I see Ms Abeer care for these girls, for their future, for their character. I see a glimpse through Ms Abeer's lens and I see her trying to discipline these girls so they don't fall into chaos, so they don't make mistakes that will cost them a hefty orice. I see her concern and I see her anger and I know that she cares in her own way. How can I blame her for not knowing that her mistake would cost a life.

I turned to Maryam and I whisper, "you caused Layan's death, you wanted to destroy her," but then I look at Maryam's life and I truly look at her, a child, who was so deeply hurt by Layan. I remember the pain Maryam went through at Layan's hands, I remember the look she got from her own mother and I turn away. How can I blame Maryam for not knowing the cruel reality of this world. How can I blame her for not knowing that some people value their honour more than a human life.

I turn to Layan and I whisper, "Layan is it your fault that you died?" Then I look through her eyes at the life that she left behind. A young naive girl trapped in her life, her voice falls on deaf ears, desperate for some freedom she runs into the arms of the first man that offers her some kindness. She wasn't a perfect girl, sometimes she was a really bad girl, but she had her whole life ahead of her. Who knows what path she would have taken and now we will never know. I turn away from Layan, I cannot blame her no matter what she did, she did not deserve to loose her life.

I finally turn and I see it now, the hand that pulled the trigger infront of my eyes. You are the cause, you took Layan's life. No one else. It was not yours to take, you will pay the price. If not in this dunya then in the akhirah you will pay.

[lythea-creation]

Caught on Camera - Shams x fem reader (Chapter 1)

summary: In a world full of wannabe influencers, (f/n) prefers to be a private person. But as Shams doesn't seem to care much about ones privacy, the two of them have quite a lot to discuss.

warnings: same theme as the series

word count: 975

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In a time where social media were basically ruling the world, people thought of me as weird for avoiding them most of the time. It was not like I was completely against them. I just did not feel the need to post my life. Actually I thought that people who were posting their life were not content enough with it to just enjoy it. Instead they had to waste it on making everyone believe they were being as perfect as possible.

Nevertheless I came along with my classmates, even the most popular ones like Tasneem and Hiba. I was simply a private person. Therefore I was alone a lot of the time as well, sometimes hanging out with Nadeen.

I liked her attitude, standing up for herself and others, staying true to herself.

Although that was also what got me caught up in this mess of sitting outside in the burning sun to make a stand. The irony of it all was that Nadeen, Shams and I were the only ones outside at the end, though we did not care that much about our phones.

To be honest I did not really know what to think about Shams. On the one hand she seemed to be nice, offering us food and talking to us, and I was curious because I barely knew anything about her. On the other hand I did not like the fact that she was carrying around a camera all the time. It kinda made me feel watched. Like I had to be on guard to make sure she was not filming me.

“What are you up to today? Wanna hang out?”, Nadeen asked me when the school bell rang for the last time.

“Sure”, I agreed. “But please no more horror movies.”

“Why not? Your reactions are too good to miss out on”, she proclaimed with a chuckle.

“It's not my fault that I take movies too seriously. Of course the scary ones freak me out”, I justified myself.

“Though they're not even scary”, Nadeen shot back.

“How about you tell my dreams exactly that?”, I suggested, now laughing myself.

In the end she persuaded me to watch another one. I just could not say no to her when she offered to let me sleep over because that was always my condition for watching horror movies with her. It was hard to fall asleep if I was alone afterwards.

“What are you watching?”, I wondered when Nadeen was laughing about something on her phone.

“It's one of Sarah's videos. But this one is actually funny”, she enlightened me and rewound it to let me see the beginning as well.

It was about different types of girls at our school. She depicted me as the artsy fangirl which I could not deny. After all I was always scribbling away at some quick sketches or short stories about my favorite book and movie characters.

But when the video showed The Critic, which was obviously supposed to be Nadeen. Honestly I could not understand how Sarah could post something like that about Nadeen, considering they were friends.

The hurt was written all over Nadeen's face before she quickly hid it behind a nonchalant mask.

“It's blowing up”, I noticed.

Her views, likes and comments were basically exploding the more time passed. It was insane.

And on the next day Sarah moved on from invisible to absolute spotlight.

I tried to stay close to Nadeen as Sarah did not seem to take any interest in talking to her friend, now that she had other options. That was one of many reasons to hate social media. But never mind.

My eyes moved away from Sarah as I observed my environment. It was nothing unusual for me to do. From time to time it could be useful. That way I could stay out of the trouble and drama.

But this time I did not like what I saw.

Quickly I made my way over to Shams. “Were you just filming us?”, I accused her.

The others were too busy crowding Sarah to notice our discussion.

“Why does it matter?”, Shams remarked.

“I didn't allow you to film me”, I pointed out.

“So what? Everybody is running around filming nowadays. Why is it different when I do it with a real camera instead of a phone?”, she considered.

“I don't care about the kind of camera. Just delete it”, I requested.

“I'll cut you out of it if you stop bugging me. And don't chat it around. People behave differently when they're aware of being filmed.”

“Why should I do that? I don't owe you anything”, I declared.

“Look. Maybe you don't like what I'm doing, but I'm just expressing myself through art like you do”, she claimed.

“What are you talking about?”, I inquired.

“Your sketches and stories. I haven't read any of them, but it's obvious that you're passionate about them. So you should be able to see my point”, she resonated.

“You truly are a stalker”, I noted, taking a step closer to her.

Somehow this discussion had quickly become heated and despite my anger I had to admit that I was feeling a pull toward her.

“I'm a film maker. That's the point. By the way, you're the only one that cares. Everybody else is way too busy with their petty online lives and little drama. So can you just let it go? I promise to cut you out. It's for the sake of art”, she stated.

For a moment we were staring each other down, contemplating what to do next. And for some reason it became harder and harder to stay close. So I gave in.

“Fine��, I grumbled and stormed off.

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i decided to make this one a fanfiction with rather short chapters, so you guys won't have to wait as long to read another one as I don't know how much time I'll have to write. Thanks to sunwoniie for requesting. I hope you all like the first chapter. Feel free to make suggestions about the next chapters. Maybe I'll integrate some aspects you want.

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[farahscreation]

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NADEEN

series:

Unexpected | 1 |

(f/n) was having a hard time with all the bullying and popularity standards. What if she meets a girl who will change her life for ever

Oneshots:

I'm your friend (coming soon)

(f/n) was the only friend nadeen had after Sarah left nadeen but after all of that she still didn't realize that (f/n) was the only one beside her.

FARAH

• Don't go (coming soon)

Ever since farah got neglect and left out.(f/n) was all she had left but after all of that it wasn't enough to keep her alive. Will (f/n) be able to convince farah?

SHAMS

The weirdos girlfriend (coming soon)

After a huge rumor spread and videos getting leaked. Everybody knew everything which made you. The weirdos girlfriend

TASNEEM

Nothing yet

HIBA

Stop ignoring me | 1 |

Every since Hiba started hanging out with Tasneem (f/n) was nothing to her. It's like she never seen you in her life. Will (f/n) be able to bring Hiba back?

SARAH

Nothing yet

Rand

Protective (coming soon)

Rand was always supportive and never cared about (f/n) looks and weight. But even after all of that support nothing changed

Any character is valid even side character

[urnewgossipgirl]

Gossip girl

Is Lara all that or is she a little liar so is saran pulling pranks choosing sides Lara keep playing Tina and tasneem and u’ll lose them Saran telling other ppl ur friends Secret might not keep them ur friends lara lying abt her whole life if u keep doing that u might not be going to schools anymore getting suspended every year is not something to be happy abt fighting ppl u dont even know Saran lying abt ur relationship with Tina and Tasneem isn’t going to make u more friends

u know u love me XOXO gossip girl

[basingstokemercury]

✅🎧

✅- Which character/plot point/etc would be your favorite to see on screen?

Character - It's a hard choice, but I'd go with Miron Petrescu, a doctor formerly employed by the totalitarian military regime. When he discovered his co-workers were conducting unethical experiments, he tried to expose them but was framed for their misdeeds. Condemned to death for the horrific acts blamed on him, he was rescued by the other protagonists and joined their resistance group. He comes off as very closed-off and pragmatic, acting calmly even when expressing strong emotion, but he does have strong ideals and cares about others - he's just not very expressive. He's Romanian, and his favourite hobby is woodcarving.

Plot point - Probably the inciting incident of the main storyline - Resistance leader Kendan Blake sacrifices himself in place of untrustworthy enemy defector Tasneem Devi, leading to a massive and permanent upheaval in the group's dynamic. I'd love to see the moment she realises what's going on, having fully intended to give her life for the people who will now blame her for his death... The scene immediately after where she returns to the escape pod alone and faces the rest of the team would also be amazing to see onscreen.

🎧 - What would the soundtrack be like?

The story spawned from fixing a plot point I disliked in Farscape, so maybe something similar to its sound? The world, however, is very different, and might actually be more suited to something like the Firefly or Minority Report soundtrack. I have to think about it more.

[tassybts]

I know that my mother sacrificed so much for me to get where I am. I know that and I'm not discrediting that .it's just that I really don't know how to push through anymore? Am I being selfish? I don't know how to tell people that I don't want to live anymore . That life doesn't seem worth living anymore and tbh . I don't know how me living makes anyone's life easier. I don't know my purpose anymore . I feel like if tasneem was dead then people would be better off . One less person to feed, one less person to listen to , one less person to worry about , one less person to consider, one less person on this over populated earth...

I think that I got to this point because I was taught to just push through. To kap aan and not om . To just we move.

[zoearthuraut]

Artist Research:

Yannis Davy Guibinga:

Yannis Davy Guibinga is an artist whose work primarily focuses on the identity and culture of the African Continent. "His portrait photography is a documentation of a new generation of Africans, unapologetically embracing their many identities and cultures in the face of globalization and Western cultural imperialism." (https://www.yannisdavy.com/about) I am drawn to Yannis' work due to the bright colours and unique backgrounds he creates within his works. The movement, shadows, lighting, and overall vibrancy of his portraits make it impossible for you to look away which connects the viewer with the culture within the portraits, but also with the artwork itself. I love how even with all the noise and vibrancy in the backgrounds, the people in the portraits are still positioned as the main focus of the photos. This makes me feel inspired to experiment with lighting and possibly even with interesting backdrops to create vibrant and eye-catching works.

Carrie Mae Weems:

Carrie Mae Weems' "The Kitchen Table Series" from 1990 is a collection of photographs all set at the same Kitchen Table. I love how with each photograph the camera is in the same setting, but in a slightly different position. It feels as if when the camera moves a new perspective at the Kitchen Table is shown to us. The photos almost feel like performance art to me with the amount of emotion and expression shown in each portrait. The central overhead light being the main light source in the image creates incredible lighting within the photos, as due to the images being in black and white, the shadows and light areas are highlighted which allows for depth and amplifies the expressions on the people's faces. This kind of storytelling within portrait photography is interesting to me as it allows for so much discussion of the artworks themselves. I would love to eventually be able to create a story throughout my own work someday, this artwork is a great inspiration. My favourite portrait from this series is the one where the people are all laughing at something, and one woman's laughing so hard shes creates movement within the photograph. This movement really emphasises the enjoyment being expressed within the portrait.

Tasneem Alsultan:

Tasneem Alsultan is an American Saudi Arabian photographer whose portraits capture normal daily life moments of people, typically Saudi people, to challenge stereotypes placed upon them. I love how in each photograph Alsultan captures the personality of the subject through use of background and composition. I think that by having people be photographed in areas like the beach, gardens, their homes, etc, can really add to the image compared to a single plain backdrop. For Alsultan's aim of challenging stereotypes, having people in these natural backgrounds really amplifies this as it exhibits the humanity of these people. These images are very beautiful, and I'd like to try taking photographs in more fun backgrounds compared to plain backdrops.

[antonio-velardo]

Antonio Velardo shares: ‘Everything here is gone’: A teenager documents the destruction of her home in Gaza City. by Yousur Al-Hlou

By Yousur Al-Hlou For weeks, Tasneem Ismael Ahel, 19, has been documenting life under Israeli bombardment in Gaza City for The New York Times. On Sunday, she said her home had been destroyed. Published: October 30, 2023 at 08:11PM from NYT World https://ift.tt/N20dmnh via IFTTT

[tasmiq]

Jumu'ah Sohbet: 6 October 2023

My 40th birthday insights were magnified with both Shaykh Taner's third person perspective of myself, and through my other half who is actually my better half, who manages to shut down my ever prevalent nafs (ego / lower-self) with his goofy compassion and wisdom - your Abbu. Shukran Ya Allah (Divine gratitude) for connecting deepest to You, through two invaluable mediums, and please bless them both!

We pray that you kids are blessed with both too; deep spiritual insights and future unions in marriage that enable you to unify your body, mind, and soul dedicated to learning and serving Allah insha'Allah, in this world! Bismillah...

#1. In our local Jumu'ah Sohbet Shaykh Nishaat reminded us that we are in the blessed month of Rabi ul-Awal (the holiest Islamic month which saw the birth of our Prophet Muhammad SAW) and we have been celebrating Mawlid un-Nabi (birthday of the Prophet SAW) 💚 These are all sources of remembrance where Allah speaks of Zikrullahi Akbar (Zikr of Allah is the greatest), and there are other forms of reminders too.

But what are we remembering, he provoked? When we speak about Sufism, what do we know and experience? There must be meaning in everything that we do! In our ilahi group (our "spiritual band"), I referred to this meaning that we gain, in my birthday gratitude message:

I almost missed this! Thank you all for enjoying my zany participation, as I am slowly regaining the function of my vocal chords. I simply love our meaningful praise of Huu 💓 Virtual group hugs!

@⁨Hazmat⁩ @⁨Nargis New⁩ @⁨Tasneem Hoosenmia⁩ @⁨Gussein⁩ @⁨Abi⁩ @⁨Lea Gassab⁩ @⁨Zaffreen⁩ @⁨~Muhammed Ghoor⁩ @⁨Zoulikha⁩ @⁨Aunty Rehana⁩ Poupou @⁨Mariam Goolamhoosen⁩ and @Shameem Goolamhoosen

#2. Shaykh Mohammad of Mexico again had us spellbound on a Saturday Sohbet, particularly when he asked who created this world? Of course everything comes from Allah, but what we see in this world is the creation of the minds and egos of people in the lower level of their development. The superficial world is created by the minds of mankind but underneath that is the reality of Allah, and the soul is the reality of us which is pushing us to search for the truth. The only reason that we are in this body and world, is to see the Divine force and recognise our relationship with it.

Once the soul is exposed by the reduction of the ego, Allah through the worldly manifestation, begins to teach and stimulates the soul's development. The soul is therefore being developed by Allah, but there is something reciprocal going on, where the soul, brain, and physical body and its consciousness increase its desire to work against the ego. It instigates a virtual cycle because the soul is not material, where it cannot work in this world, but it needs the body. Allah sent us to this world to struggle through all of these difficulties here, but the soul needs the body to do the physical work of spiritual practices. We don't really want to, but we are made to do it.

#3. A personally lived haq (truth) was then described by him, about my life as an accident survivor. What is the difference between free will and decree where everything is written, queried Shaykh Mohammad? Allah in the processs is allowing us to enact our free will where we're put in situations continually, or we are removed and placed in other situations where we have to deal with the change. Allah is moving us where we have to make a choice between Allah and the nafs.

In a Hadith Qudsi, Allah says that my servant doesn't cease to grow closer to me in good deeds and service, and when I love him, I become the ears with which he listens, the eyes with which he sees, the tongue with which he speaks and the hands with which he grabs. So worshipping Allah in formal religions are basically rituals and acts of worship. However, that is not complete worship because true worship means harmonising with Allah's laws and His love where it is not an emotion but a vibration / frequency. It is a frequency through which Allah travels and guides us.

Worshipping and loving Allah is uniting with the reality of existence, of our innate reality of our fitrah. It is a reciprocal relationship between us and Allah as we move closer to Him. Allah puts us in positions where we have to react. What is important is how we react to what happens to us as a part of the process. We have to become aware of the process where we can't just remain ignorant of it. We have to observe constantly what is going on and observe ourselves. In the Qur'an, Allah says that He doesn't help anyone until they help themselves. And only then, He says that if you take one step towards Him, He takes ten steps towards you! If you walk towards Him, He runs towards you!

This is a reciprocity in our lives where we are associates of Allah, where we work with Allah! He puts us in positions where we have to react correctly. We have to observe ourselves, where we live in the third person. This means we are watching ourselves as separate beings from our bodies and minds. We have to know the enemy, which is, of course, our nafs at its lowest level! We can only do that by continually observing our reactions to everything around us.

#4. What also resonated with Shaykh Mohammad's Sohbet is how we both dawdled to become mureeds (followers) of Shaykh Taner, and he predicted that we would be his students at the outset of meeting us both! Shaykh Mohammad abashedly related:

... I went to a Masjid close to San Francisco, and an Imam introduced me to Sufi Shaykh Taner who lived 2 hours away! He would do Zikr on Friday nights, and I wasn't impressed, really...

... We had to return to the US from Mexico for legal proceedings, and I felt completely empty because just following religion didn't cut it! I met Shaykh Taner at the Pizzeria and I don't remember the details but I knew that he was my teacher immediately and he said that he was expecting me! I took bay'ah (a Sufi pledge of allegiance), and he said, "The rest is just life!" I was so disappointed because I was expecting steps and miracles. I ended up here where nobody is interested in what I am doing. Eventually, I was permitted to lead a cyber Tariqa where I dealt with the reality of the inner worlds of my Latin American students in a different way. I'm participating in and observing the lives of my students.

#5. I was royally surprised on my birthday where three lots of people of my heart congregated in one place, fittingly a Turkish precinct!

This was my gratitude note:

... To the Sufi Retreat folks, thank you for bringing your invigorated souls to celebrate my birthday so soon after it. I am humbled!

To my high school besties, thank you for remaining so, 23 years down the line!

And to my past professional muse and present soul sister, whom we have only parted paths with now. You may have lost Sudan to dirty politics, but you have gained new families in us all!

All my love,

Tasmi / Tas @ 40

In conclusion, I was left with only gratitude and love for the Source of love:

Ya Shakur Ya Wadud

[sheltiechicago]

Fashion designer and single mother Nassiba with her son, Bilal, in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, photographed in 2016 after a divorce. She told Saudi-American photographer Tasneem Alsultan: ‘Society constrains the definition of a divorcee. What you can or cannot do remains under the control of others. I have made peace with the sacrifices, but also managed to find happiness on my own.’ Alsultan updates Nassiba’s story. ‘She is in her second and happy marriage, and a mother of two sons, I am happy to have been able to document this transition in her life’

Photograph: Tasneem Alsultan

[lythea-creation]

Expectations - Shams x fem reader (Chapter 2)

Previous Chapter

warnings: emotional abuse

word count: 1.002

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I could not believe the piece of paper that was laying in front of me. I had gotten a B in my Biology test. Yeah, pretty ironic. Not even an A-, but a B.

For a short moment I buried my face in my hands, trying to regain my composure. Dad was going to kill me.

After class I was supposed to be at rehearsal, but I needed a moment to calm down first. Without thinking twice about it, I walked to the old bus.

Shams was not here yet.

The longer I had to wait for her, the more I was freaking out. By the time she arrived I was already a mess, forcing myself not to cry.

“(f/n), what happened?”, Shams worried as soon as she noticed my disheveled state.

I moved a bit to give her the chance to sit down next to me.

“I got a B”, I uttered breathlessly.

“Shit”, she cursed. “Is your dad home today?”

“Unfortunately”, I enlightened her. “You know how he acts. What am I supposed to do?”

“We could switch tests”, she offered. “I actually rocked this one for once. You'd only have to change the name.”

“Nah, he would notice. But thanks. And congrats.” I shot her a small smile.

She reciprocated the smile, but it vanished just as quickly as mine.

“Last time I had an A-, he ripped me off all my privileges. I don't think I can take not seeing you for so long again. I mean we would still meet at school, but I always have to pretend here”, I recalled. “Talking about it, I need to go to rehearsal for Tasneem's show.”

Before I could go Shams pulled me into a kiss. Thanks to the dirty windows nobody could see us after all. Too bad that I usually had to spend the breaks with Tasneem and the others.

“I'm gonna text you later, if my dad doesn't confiscate my phone”, I promised. “So you'll most likely not hear from me.”

Leaving the bus I buried my feelings deep inside of me and put on a smile. Honestly I was sick of acting, but it was the only chance to keep the life I had. And some aspects of it were definitely worth fighting for.

To my own surprise rehearsal was actually cheering me up as it was distracting me, needing all my focus.

But as soon as the music died down it all came crushing down on me again.

During the last lessons my anxiety was only increasing.

When I left the classroom I did not dare to look over at Shams because I would not be able to uphold my cover then, my perfect facade.

Back at home I did not know if I should be relieved or not when I noticed that my dad was making a phone call.

I placed my test on the table, where I was sure he would see. Then I hurried upstairs before his phone call ended. I could not tell him myself and definitely did not want to be around for his first reaction.

In my room I let myself fall onto my bed and hid under the sheets to ease my nerves, texting Shams.

Unfortunately she was not answering. Probably she was not home yet. So I tried the same with Omar instead, not telling him I was upset though. I just wanted to stop focusing on my situation and it worked. Omar could always make me laugh in a heartbeat.

“What are you laughing about?”, my dad questioned harshly. “Do you seriously think there's anything to laugh about?”

He ripped the blanket off of me.

I could not meet his eyes, but knew better than to stay on my bed. So I stood up in front of him.

“Is there anything you want to tell me about this?”, he inquired, pushing my test in my face.

I shook my head no.

“What's gotten into you? I thought we had an agreement”, he ranted.

“I'm sorry, dad”, I proclaimed. “I didn't mean to disappoint you again.”

“Disappoint me? This isn't even disappointing anymore. This is a disgrace! From now on I'm going to set some new rules”, he declared. “First of all give me your phone.”

I was smarter than to deny him. I handed my phone over without any resistance.

“Second rule: You come home immediately after school. No going over to Omar, no hanging out with any classmates, got it?”

Tears were pricking at my eyes at this rule. Nevertheless I nodded.

“Third rule: You're getting a tutor who's going to work with you after school until you go to bed. Nothing else but studying. Understood?”

I nodded once again.

“Use your words”, he demanded.

“Yes, I understand, dad”, I stated.

“You know what?”, he proposed, staring me right in the eyes. “Right now I'm glad your mom doesn't live to see you like this.”

With those words he turned around and left.

It felt like something was clawing at my chest, ripping me apart while taking my ability to breathe. I was not even sure what exactly I was feeling, only that it was unbearable.

My hand moved on its own, picking up the picture that was set up on my nightstand. A picture of my mom when she had been pregnant with me. A picture of the time she had still been alive and full of hope. A picture before my birth that had killed her.

It was strange to yearn for a person you did not know.

The picture in front of me appeared blurry as my tears were finally falling freely.

After crying and stressing out so much I was feeling utterly exhausted. I did not have the energy to pull me into my bed and instead just fell asleep on the ground, hoping that it had all just been a cruel nightmare.

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So here we go! Just as I promised it all took a darker turn. What do you think about it?

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[farahscreation]

Stop ignoring me Chapter 1 - Hiba x fem reader

Requested? No

Summary:Every since Hiba started hanging out with Tasneem (f/n) was nothing to her. It's like she never seen you in her life. Will (f/n) be able to bring Hiba back?

Authers note: This has nothing to do with real life! This is all from my pure imagination. If you want to read more of my storys go to my Masterlist to see more of Alrawabi school for girls.

Warning: mental health

Word count: 573

It was like any other day but different. Since Hiba is one of the most popular girls in school every thing change. I'm not confident like I used to be. I don't have anyone to stand up to me. I started to skip school not because

I wanted too but I was forced. I used to live with Hiba but she doesn't pay attention to me anymore. She didn't even care when i moved back home which I regret. I live with my mom the reason I moved out because of my mom I couldn't take it anymore. Hiba used calm me down when ever i get a bad grade and have to face my mom. But my mother knows better then taking back to Hiba but since Hiba is not here things changed.

"Hey, (f/n)" My friend smiled at me in the bus. I sat beside her and chatted with her a bit." Oh yeah, I don't see you hangout with hiba anymore. Is everything ok?" She wondered. "Yeah everything's ok she has just been busy recently" I responded with a small smile. The moment we arrived I got of the bus and went to my classroom, Just to see Hiba giggling and laughing with Tasneem. I couldn't help but feel a bit jealous but I had nothing to say I just went pass them and sat at my seat it hurts more because Hiba's seat was right beside me. But I couldn't take it anymore. I got up and grabbed Hiba to the bathroom."Hey! What the hell!" Hiba shouted "what's wrong with you Honestly (f/n)!" . "When will you stop ignoring me?" I asked "it's none of your business" she responded "ever since you have been hanging out with Tasneem you changed. It's like I don't know you anymore. Why? Just why?". She didn't respond all she did was take out her phone and scroll on it."Hey! Hiba I'm talking to you don't ignore me" she sighed put her phone away. "So what? Huh it's none of your business. Can't I have some time for myself" she yelled back and walked away. I pulled her wrist and stopped her from leaving."please Hiba. Did I do something wrong? Please tell me why are you always ignoring me in school, ignoring my calls and texts everything, please tell me" I begged. "I am just Sick of you (f/n) okay!". "Then beake up with me" I was speechless oh the words that just came out of my mouth I couldn't believe what I just said. I didn't mean it at all and I can tell that Hiba was surprised as well. We both froze for a moment then Hiba spoke "oh really that what you want?"

"No I didn't mean it Hiba" she proposed. "Sure. Sure you didn't. Never talk to me again" she threatened and left leaving me speechless. Couldn't believe I hate myself now Hiba hates me. The more I think about it the more it hits me I didn't even notice how long it have been until the bell rang I washed my face and left the bathroom. I walked in class to see hiba sitting at her usual table I sat down and Miss Abeer walked in. I didn't even pay any attention to class because I was just so focused in something else. But I know I can't change anything well I don't know.

Hello, I hope you guys like this one please do I worked very hard on it😭😭 but thank you all for your support and love and I will be posting more from now on

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International Diplomatic Club Opened Mumbai Chapter

Mumbai: “It is a great pleasure to be here at Mumbai on the opening of new chapter of International Diplomatic Club involved in building relation not only between India and Russia but India and the whole World. Members from different strata of life from many countries have already shown their interest in the organization,” said Sandeep Marwah Global Patron to IDC addressing the gathering at inauguration at Tajmahal Palace Colaba, Mumbai.

The establishment of clubs in Moscow, Delhi, Kolkata, Bangalore, Hyderabad, Dubai has given a powerful image to this organisation and people have supported the idea of creating love Peace and Unity through art and culture. We will be organising national level and international events to give better shape to this association,” added Sandeep Marwah.

Dr. Sergey Dvorianov Global President of IDC proposed the name of Rajinder Maglani and he was nominated the Chapter head of Mumbai. The event was attended by many prominent people like Ashish Deep Verma, Dr Murthy Devarabhotla, Dr Tasneem Shariff, Hari Kishan Valmiki, Purnima Anand, Ashok Tyagi, Rajiv Choudhary, Dr Amjadkhan Pathan, Pooja, Anil Maurya, Kamal Sewadda, Keshav D Kamble, Rahul Bhatkule, Shankar Ramakrishna, Sudarshana, Vipin Rai Bhayana and Dr K.J. Purushotham.

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Sajida Tasneem, an Australian national, was murdered in cold blood by her father in law because she wanted a better life for her kids. #JusticeforSajidaTasneem #Domesticviolence #Sargodha #Ausrtalia

(In the memory of Sajida Tasneem who was a victim of domestic violence and brutally murdered by her father in law in June 2022 in Sargodha, Pakistan) In a world where women are not allowed to squeak,She is the one who dared to roar.She did not want to merely surviveShe wanted life to be something more.Hardship were her childhood companionShe tackled them with grace and lore.They tried to break…

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Thus, they develop fear that turns into anger directed to themselves. Their eyeballs shrink tormented like they are afraid, cowering in the refuge of their minds where they still find no comfort. Analysis Of Mental Cases By Wilfred Owen Free Essays. a device he was to use later in SPRING OFFENSIVE when the troops find that "the whole sky burned with fury against them". Twilight also reflects the idea that because of their illness, they have reached the end of their lives; they will never be normal again, continually plagued with the shocking scenes of war. In the last four lines, there isthe use of high modality to emphasize the severe conditions that areendured by the helpless men as a result of the war. Thepoem Mental Cases by Wilfred Owen captures the repercussion ofwar that is the damage to the minds of men. Owen elucidates thatpeople did not readily. Anxiety and Depression in Children and Adolescents Assessment, Intervention, and Prevention. Mental Cases Summary & Analysis by Wilfred Owen - LitCharts. Mental Cases Analysis. For oral examination guide. Date . Author Information. Uploaded by Tasneem Uploaded on Subject English. English war poet Wilfred Owen first drafted Mental Cases in Ripon in May 1918 based on the horrors he witnessed in Craiglockheart. It is a sardonic message disillusioning the grim realities. 4Pilate therefore went forth again, and saith unto them, Behold, I bring him forth to you, that ye may know that I find no fault in him.

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Mental Cases Analysis - English Resource. 24They said therefore among themselves, Let us not rend it, but cast lots for it, whose it shall be that the scripture might be fulfilled, which saith, They parted my raiment among them, and for my vesture they did cast lots. 3Drooping tongues from jaws that slob their relish,. They feel that no matter how they try, they cannot be good enough. Dulce et Decorum Est is an anti-war poem illustrating the horrors of war. Parents support is very crucial to childrens mental development. They still tread blood from lungs that had loved laughter l.14. Thus their heads wear this hilarious, hideous,Awful falseness of set-smiling corpses. Wilfred Owens Mental Cases is an uncompromising description of soldiers whose minds have been ravished by the horror of war. Unable to escape their madness, the men remain in an awful twilight between life and death. In 1917, Owen was sent to Craiglockhart Military Hospital, near Edinburgh, to recover from his. 30When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, he said, It is finished and he bowed his head, and gave up the ghost. 'Mental Cases' is a powerful evocation and analysis of the psychological effects of the world's first mass industrial war on the young men who experienced. Mental Cases - Poetry Critiques The Wilfred Owen Association.

Owen wrote from Ripon on 25th May 1918, "I've been busy this evening with my terrific poem (at present) called THE DERANGED". For these tortured souls, "sunlight seems a bloodsmear" and "dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh.". Wilfred Owen "Mental Cases" - Summary and Analysis. When read, the words sound heavy and then immediately fall, adding to the sense of depression and removing any jauntiness from the rhythm; we know from the start there is nothing happy to be told. 3They came up to him, saying, Hail, King of the Jews. 39Nicodemus also, who earlier had come to Jesus by night, came bringing a mixture of myrrh and aloes, about seventy-five pounds in weight. 27Snatching after us who smote them, brother,. A line containing five stressed syllables or feet. Parts of their bodies clash in half rhymes the fretted sockets l.7 and the teeth wicked l.5. The issue made Joe angry since the father moved away during a time when his family needed his support most. Mental Cases by Wilfred Owen is a graphic poem full of disturbing images of men who have returned from the war suffering from shellshock. The obvious emphasis on their contorted faces, through the use of alliteration, draws attention to the soldiers understandable inability to come to terms with what they witnessed. However, the technique which stood out most to me within this stanza was the use of the pronouns us as it suggests the reader too is to blame for the bleak outcome of the war. Mental Cases by Wilfred Owen Summary and Analysis - Smart. Mental Cases An analysis by Rose Garofano . 2. Overview Written in 1918 Owen captures the damage to men's mindsas a result of war. The damage was not more shameful than bodily wounds, however the after effects of war didn't always find ready acceptance at that time, and MENTAL CASES is both a powerful poem and a propaganda. There is a wonderful logic to the poems structure which is antithetical to mens insanity. Had it been any other way, they would not have been able to kill, much less survive. According to Adler, most mental health problems that develop during childhood are caused by the lack or loss of the sense of belonging.

28Pawing us who dealt them war and madness. Owen finds that immoral and calls it awful and false. Using skulls adds to the idea of the soldiers being like the living dead, and baring shows they were thought of like animals. Mental Cases by Wilfred Owen; the suffering of soldiers. It is in this sentence that he acts as part of the army in constant attack against the government. The first stanza contains five interrogatives, such as who are these and wherefore rock they. Diction. Owen chooses words to suit the subject matter in Mental Cases. The diction of the poem is chilling and purposefully repellent. He spares us no detail. Here we see the living hell of war that these men now have with them day after day. Analysis Of Mental Cases By Wilfred Owen. Wilfred Owen was an exceptional poet of his time. His poetry explores the distinctive idea of the physical impacts of the war and the mental impacts of the war. Owen exposes the reality of war using a portrayal of his horrific experiences of the battlefield. He demonstrates his perspective on war by revealing his ideas through his poetry. However through his meeting and interactions with Sassoon Owen actually develops himself too in terms of his confidence and his poetry. As they grow up, individuals remember the experiences that had the most significant impact on their lives. Wilfred Owen "Mental Cases" - Summary and Analysis.

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Through his word choice, he unveils his message one that describes an abandoned society, hopeless and regressing. They are caught between life and death, heaven and hell, in purgatory, a place of temporary suffering. Do you not know that I have authority to release you and authority to crucify you?. The relish of their slob l.3 is echoed in a full rhyme far away at the end of the first stanza with these hellish l.9, by way of the half rhyme of perished in line 8. It is confronting and that is his intention. Mental Cases - Imagery, symbolism and themes - Crossref-it. Freud argued that mental problems such occasional anxiety, lack of self-confidence and depression may occur due to the inability to overcome those conflicts. 5So Jesus came out, wearing the crown of thorns and the purple robe. Owen reflects on the destruction of the mind by using a structure with abnormalities in rhythm and form. There is no rhyme scheme to Mental. He asks us who are these men who have been caught in twilight and purgatorial shadows. Batter of guns and shatter of flying muscles,. Therefore still their eyeballs shrink tormentedBack into their brains, because on their senseSunlight seems a blood-smear; night comes blood-black;Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh. Once again, Owen ighlights the link between memory and multitudinous murders through alliteration. Not once in Mental Cases does Owen talk about the physical wounds of war; he was far more preoccupied with the irrevocable mental scars it left. Using the structure and language of the poem, Owen shows us the terrible consequences of war and blames those who sent the men to the Front, making them confront the idea they are ultimately. Mental Health Case Study Analysis Application and. Sometimes, conflict emerges between the two parts leading to repression. These mental cases rather stay in darkness than go into the light because they fear what they might see or hear.

A Figure of speech in which two apparently opposite words or ideas are put together as if they were in agreement. It is primarily the expression of the horrors of the war. Multitudinous murders = This was a Shakespearean phrase (allusion), used in his play Macbeth. Many of those who suffered shell shock in the British army were shot as deserters something that should be kept in mind when reading this poem. This once again emphasizes the idea of a long term torture. Therefore he who delivered me over to you has the greater sin. Mental case can be referred to a person with a medical condition or the whole concept of mental conditions as a whole. For example, if you have a father who has a mental condition where he cannot remember you, you will know him for what he was before, thus the personal sense, but not what he is now, thus the impersonal sense. A meta-analysis of the effectiveness of mental health case. 25Now there stood by the cross of Jesus his mother, and his mother's sister, Mary the wife of Cleophas, and Mary Magdalene. This is a reference to the lives that were lost that the mental patients had witness in the past. Summary. The narrator in this three stanza poem observes men in a mental hospital who suffer from what at the time (World War I) was called shell shock and. Death is inferred as the ravisher which is the causeof the state of the mens minds at that time. Mental Cases by Wilfred Owen; the suffering of soldiers in. Later, Owen describes emotional emaciation as if they are wasting away; the devastating emotional effect of the war is shown by saying it gouged these chasms. Even the mention of the words relating to war could send sufferers into fits or said them scurrying to hide. In The Show, one of the main techniques Owen uses to present his feelings is the metaphor that runs throughout the poem the constant comparison of the soldiers to the caterpillars is a technique that I believe is very effective. He also developed faulty assumptions and ideas about himself, as argued by Adler. Alfred Adlers ideas were influenced by Freud.

What makes the experience worse is that these men must always see and hear these things. Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jaws that slob their relish, Baring teeth that leer like skulls' tongues wicked?. Mental Cases - Language, tone and structure » Wilfred Owen. They refer to them as these hellish l.9 using an adjective as a noun to shock us and later in a similar way these helpless l.13. Objective Meta-analytical methods were used to investigate the effectiveness of case management and to compare outcomes for assertive community treatment and clinical case management. Methods Controlled studies of case management published between 1980 and 1998 were identified from reviews and through database searches. The results were. Carl G. Jung focused on the effect of brain development and culture on people. Analysis of a Poem by Wilfred Owen, Mental Cases essay. Plucking, picking, snatching, and pawing; verbs associated with anxiety or distress makes the soldiers seem frantic, and the non-finality emphasizes that their suffering will always continue. Owen and his companion observing the cases walk not in hell as we might expect but walk hell. Written in 1918, Owen captures the damage to men's minds as a result of war. Owen's aim is to shock, to describe the in stark detail the ghastly. Why does the poet want to draw our attention the alliterative hilarious, hideous image of the mens heads?. According to Adler, all people experience inferiority during childhood (Cervone & Pervin, 2013). Baring teeth that leer like skulls tongues wicked?. Calling them murders highlights the soldiers obsession, something they cannot rid themselves of. 33But when they came to Jesus, and saw that he was dead already, they brake not his legs 34But one of the soldiers with a spear pierced his side, and forthwith came there out blood and water. Because extrication is often used in religion, the use of this word indicates that prolonged fighting in the war cannot be reconciled even by God and you will not be forgiven. There lies the dilemma; you want to wake up. Their pain is inescapable and they will never come to terms with what they witnessed on the front lines. The repressed experiences unconsciously influence an individuals assumptions and perceptions even during adulthood.

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