A Picture is Worth 1000 Words

        When I first saw this picture, I was heart warmth. I am not sure, now, if we live in the world where humanity still exist. As I was going over these photos, I saw how Iraqi people are struggling from this missile that hit the Mosul, Iraq in February 23^rd. I saw the ciaos that was going on in Iraq and for what?  What I don’t get, how can people be brutal. When I saw this picture, my tears came out. This man is burring his 2-year-old daughter in grave. This picture basically explained there is no humanity left in the world. The Islamic state is killing unharmed children and for what? Just to get Mosul back. Furthermore, if Islamic state is considered a terrorist organization by united nations, then why is us refusing to help Iraqis to defeat them. This world is full of inhuman, and sometimes I wish this whole system wouldn’t exist. Going back to this picture, father cried and wasn’t letting his baby out of his hand. I don’t know if anyone can imagine his pain because loosing someone who barely had a time to know the world is gone. What hurt the most is that, people would rather pay attention to who won the Oscar than these real issue in the world. I know you can’t really do much, but we can rise our voices. We can tell people who are suffering that there are people who are with them. I really don’t know who is reading this blog, but hopefully this blog will make some kind of difference. The picture I uploaded was filled with words that’s why I used it so people can just take the words that I wasn’t be able to mention in this blog. I hope this picture tells you somethings.

Me as a writer

                

                When I think about writing, I think about purpose. What is the purpose of me writing? I got my answer recently when I entered into community college. Writing has big purpose. In my opinion, every famous writer had once hated writing. However, they found some purpose to keep writing as their career choice. I am in community college now because my English is weak. I don’t know how to write a simple essay without making grammar errors. That was my purpose. Writing without grammar errors. I think in writing people have to find purpose, and that purpose becomes motivation. In my writing I still make a lot of mistake, but I still don’t give up. My motivation to become a writer like a native speaker is still strong. No one is born a writer; people have to find some motivation to write.

Song memory

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mWRsgZuwf_8

This song always remind me when I was in middle school. Middle school wasn't fun for me because there were lot of student who made me feel I was all alone I use to get picked on by those students. Last year of my middle school, student played a dirty prank on me and made me got detention.

hometown poeam

Karachi was bright as day,
Although there was a darkness of corruption,
but pureness of people kept in lightness
Proud to say this, I am
This is my hometown, Karachi.

Hikus

She had eyes on me

heart snaps in two like a twig
stole my breath away

6 word memoir

There was no life without you.