Nepal – The Land of Utmost Beauty

Never would I have ever imagined that I would have ever stepped foot in Nepal, in my lifetime. Seeing the Himalayans beyond the ever present pictures, were nothing but a crazy dream. No where near being a part of reality. But Alhamdulillah. Thanks to my ever lovely aunt, that dream, was now, no longer a dream. 7 days in Nepal, had now become a reality.

If I were to be honest with you, the one thing that had me beyond excited in the first part of the trip, had to be the thought of the much colder weather. Coming from a country where anything below 20 Degrees would be considered as winter, stepping into Kathmandu at 7.41pm (local time) with the temperature being just about 14 degrees, was an absolute dream.


The wind was blowing, and the night was as dark as ever. Yet, it was truly lovely to see the Streets of Thamel at such an hour. Though it wasn’t as near as lively as I expected it to be. But being the (amateur) photographer that I am, it wasn’t something that had me disappointed. I simply couldn’t wait for daylight to come, as so I could capture the beauty of the streets and it’s people.


The hotel we stayed in, stuck smack in the centre of the streets of Thamel, was (surprisingly) very lovely. It had been newly renovated, and for the clean freak that I am, there couldn’t have been anything sweeter.


It was in the days of being in Kathmandu and Pokhara, that I realized just how bad (i.e : how frequent) the power cuts/power rations were. At certain moments, it had me forgetting that it was Nepal I was in, and not Gaza. With no power, it had meant that there was no functioning heater. And no heater, had meant freezing in the coldness of the night. There were certain days where I woke up, and had thought the Angel of Death paid a visit, and I was now reincarnated as an icicle. (Yes, it did get that cold. Though I’m sure you Canadians could have worn shorts to sleep, and still find it better than the weather you’ve been having. :P) Getting out of the comforts of the covers, were about just the hardest thing to do. Every time I took a shower, I would’ve spent at the very least, 45 minutes in there. 35 minutes simply standing under the hot water (THANK YOU LORD, FOR HOT WATER AND SOLAR POWER), and the other 10, doing what I was meant to. Turning the hot water to the hilt, it took my skin turning scorching red, before I realized the water had been far too hot. It’s an absolute mystery how with my 7 days being there, I hadn’t came home with 1st degree burns. But wallah, looking back, I wouldn’t have it changed for the world.

We flew to Pokhara the next day. But on the way to the airport, I had seen the most disgusting thing ever. Graphitized on the wall, had been, none other than the Israeli Flag and the Nepali Flag, with a heart smack in between the two. Absolutely petrifying. *shivers*

Hoping for that to have been the last traces of Israel I’d see on the land, I was of course, disappointed. The moment I saw the Nepalese Army, I had to restrain myself from face-palming. The presence of Israel, was very much obvious.

Alas. Enough talks of the pariah state. Nothing good ever comes out of it, anyway.

We were due to take off for Pokhara with Buddha Air at approximately 9.30am, but the conditions of the weather hadn’t been so great, and so the flight was delayed for about an hour or so.


To make up for it, the journey over had been magical. One side you’d see the valleys of Kathmandu, and the other, the Himalayan range. There couldn’t have possibly been anything more beautiful. The moment we reached, the Machapuchare Mountain had greeted us. Though till today, I still can’t seem to be able to figure out as to why it’s called the “Fish Tail Mountain”, when it obviously looks more like a Fin.


Moving on…


After we reached the hotel and settled in, the lovely hotel manager, had given us the grandest suite they had, which was directly facing the Himalayans – with no extra charge.


His motto had been, “Whatever makes you happy, makes me happy.” And ‘Happy’, we all sure had been! It was absolutely gorgeous! Imagine waking up to this every morning? Ah! Bliss! On the other side of the balcony, we had the lake staring back. It truly couldn’t have gotten any better than that!

After settling in, we had gone out for lunch.


Needing to discuss whether or not we still wanted to trek up to the World Peace Stupa. After eating and continuous chattering, we decided to allow ourselves to be overcome by the fatigue we felt, and the need to shop. And so, we hired a cab to drive us up instead. From a 4 – 5 hour trek, it became a 10 minute climb up to see the sunset. And yet again, that had been absolutely fantastic! With the view consisting of one side being the Himalayan Range, and the other, the Pokhara Valley.Stupa


Next came the big day. It was the day we were all looking forward to, but feared the most. It was the day we were to jump off a cliff at Sarangkot, with a height of 1425m. It was our day, to Paraglide. But sadly, the weather hadn’t been so great earlier in the day. The clouds were thick, and not a Paraglider was in sight. We had already started to discuss about other plans, just in case we couldn’t fly. My aunt was secretly jumping for joy. Not that it wasn’t very obvious 😉 But just as we decided to go for a boat ride instead, we started seeing Paragliders fly. So we rushed back to the hotel, to await for the transport to come.


We were all made to sit in a jeep, braving through the roads uphill towards Sarangkot. As we all sat stock still in silence, the pilots were beyond amused. So much so, they had laughingly told us, that if we made the journey up towards the hill, then we’re all good and set to fly. For in all honesty, the road up, was far more dangerous than running off the cliff.


Fear obviously has me doing the silliest of things. I don’t ever pose like that. PROMISE.

After getting geared up, fixing my hijab and identifying our own pilots, I had been the first one to go. Though sadly, my first attempt had been quite the mess. The wind that we tried to catch, had ended up being far too strong, causing the chute to not rise as well as it should. And with me being the light gal that I am (ha ha), was just about to get swept off my feet by the ever charming wind. But thankfully….I had fallen, before I literally flew.

My pilot had tried to calm me down, telling me that it was a good try and what not. I wasn’t far from screaming at him to be honest. I mean, how could THAT possibly have been a good try?

…Not that I knew anything about Paragliding at that point, of course.

And then, this other lovely pilot had come over. Probably after seeing what had happened, he had offered to give us hand. To assist me in having myself stabilized and not get rocked over with the wind. He had stood in front of me, grabbing on to my harness, and warning me to firstly not drag him along when I flew, seeing as how he wasn’t attached to anything, and of course, me being in the petrified state that I was, I warned him that I could make no such promises. But seeing as how I lived to tell this tale, and am obviously not behind bars for attempted homicide, Houston, we made it. The take off had been perfect thereafter!


Though the views of the mountains were still blocked by the clouds, the fly had been absolutely amazing. No words could possibly ever describe how it felt to be able to release that inner bird, to spread the wings you’ve forgotten you had. The whole thing, was nothing short of breathtaking! Saching, my cute pilot, had taken us up to about a 1800m.


We hanged out in the air for a bit, before taking a bunch of photos of ourselves.


(Can anyone say coolest selfie ever?!) and then proceeding to land. It had most definitely been the best 20 or so minutes of my life! I can’t believe I’ve finally gotten to check this off my Bucket List! Though if I were to be honest with you, if I had stayed in air for a few minutes longer, there would’ve been quite a high chance that the Pokhara Valley could have been flooded by whatever remains of the Palak Paneer and Dal Fry I had the previous night! Disgusting image? You’re welcome.


The landing was absolutely awesome. We literally flew over a person’s head, before we touched the ground, a couple feet ahead. It was so quick, I barely realized I had been back on the ground!


If you ever have doubts about going Paragliding – DON’T.


It’s safe (if you have yourself a well-trained pilot, that is). It’s amazing. It’s worth every penny.

To simply have it summarized, the trip was absolutely amazing.

Being the absolute-complete-without-a-doubt woman that I am, three days into the trip, and I was already short of funds. With my bags filled to it’s hilt. It’s a complete shopper’s Paradise. Especially when you tend to get the best of bargains. Winkwink 😉


Nepal most certainly has a lot to offer. It truly is a Mecca for the Hindu-Buddhists. The temples were absolutely magnificent. With each one having major histories and stories of it’s own. I may be no believer of either faiths, but even I couldn’t deny just how at awe I had been!


For shorter stories, and to get the gist of Nepal and it’s people, check out the Facebook Album I’ve created : Faces of Nepal 🙂

And last but not least, to the person who had made this trip possible, with all the beauty and joy that it had brought, no words could ever be enough to tell you just how grateful and thankful I am, that you had chosen to have me brought along, barging into your time with your girls. Thank you so much, aunty! May He reward you for your sweetness, your kindness, your love and may He always bless you with the best of the best, and may He ease your journey in every trial, and make easy all that isn’t.




I love you to the moon and back! ❤


If you’re reading till this far, congratulations! I applaud and thank you, for your patience and attention. Before you click the exit button, let us say a little prayer for the over 18 lives lost last Sunday in Nepal Airline’s latest plane crash, due to horrible weather conditions. To think that it had been barely a week since we took off from the same runaway, is absolutely horrifying.

May He grant peace to the deceased, and strength to the families.


Religion? Pfft! Who needs it!


Through logic we assume that man has the power to think for themselves, we know right from wrong, there is no absolute need for a Higher Power to dictate what we choose to do, or not to do, because you know, we’re simply just so brilliant, aren’t we? Why would we need some oppressing religion to boss us around? I mean, come on now. I can think for myself, so why shouldn’t every other man be able to do the same, too? I most definitely have no need to follow the teachings of books that came from thousands of years ago! Every bit of it is simply irrelevant in the times of today!

Ladies and gentleman, I present to you the epitome example, of a man who knows right from wrong, good from bad – Eating Baby Soup for Sex. Voila!

People are in dire need to get off that high horse, pull themselves away from their rear end, and see, the rules that have been laid out for you, is not for the sake of a God that you don’t claim to exist, rather it is so you don’t become a bunch of monsters, like these people here.
Much like other issues that have occurred before our time, and those that continue to occur today, verse after verse, guidance after guidance, had been sent down for such occurrences and actions.

In reference to the article above, of those that you can find are in the likes of :

Surah Al-Takwir Chapter 81, Verses 8 and 9 :

“When the female (infant), buried alive, is questioned, for what crime she was killed.”

In pre-Islamic Arabian times, better known as the period of Ignorance, the killing of female infants was very common, and very much often. Right at the moment a female child was born, her death sentence was already foreseen. Buried alive, is what her fate would be.

Only after the spread of Islam on the Arabian lands, did this forsaken action come to an end.

You see, Islam had not only prohibited female infanticide, but it had also forbade all types of infanticide, irrespective of the fact on whether the infant was a male, or a female. This very fact can be seen through it’s mentionings in :

Surah Al-Anam, chapter 6, Verse 151

“Kill not your children on a plea of want. We provide sustenance for you and for them. Come not near shameful deeds, whether open or secret. Take not life which Allah has made sacred.”

A guidance of which had been similar had also been repeated in :

Surah Al-Isra Chapter 17, Verse 31 :

“Kill not your children for fear of want: We shall provide sustenance for them, as well as for you. Verily the killing of them is a great sin.”

Were these verses only for the people of previous times, or are they yet and still applicable today?

As much as we crave to assume that we’ve outgrown the need of following orders of religion, the article shared above is more than enough proof, that we still do need to take a step back and realize, that we are not the wisest of beings. And as much as we wish we didn’t, guidance from the Almighty God, Yahweh, Allah, whatever it is you choose to call Him, is still something that we need.

We don’t all know right from wrong.
We can’t all tell good from bad.

Religion is not something that is meant to oppress you, rather it’s something that is to liberate you. To be a being, whose sense of humanity overpowers the need of self fulfillment. It is so we could be guided to be the best of people.
Much like our parents, no matter how much we hate the things they tell us to do, deep down (…deep…deep…deeeeeep down), we know that through their orders, all that they want, is nothing but the best for us.

So before you scoff at the existence of a need for religion, think of the reason why you need your parents. Look a little closer, dig a little deeper, and you will see, the reasons aren’t as far from the other.

Fighting Over A Losing Battle


As a Palestinian activist myself (or at least as far as I’ve tried and come to be), I simply have to say that I’ve felt as though my efforts on supporting the plight have become useless, after hearing the amount of hate that has been hurled at Harry Fear. Is what I’m doing wrong? Should I stop? It’s not that I ask for recognition, nor am I expecting to be appreciated, but shouldn’t all our efforts, at the very least be respected?

The amount of things that has been said in connections to Fear, has been nothing short but painful to read. How can you speak about him in such a manner, when you don’t know him personally? It isn’t quite fair to me, it seems.

Yes, he has blocked people off of his facebook pages, twitter and so forth, but is that not a choice? Does he not have the right to do as he pleases on his own accord? To deal with the negativity as he wishes? There’s a difference between asking a question, and hurling accusations, at a person.

On the talks of money, I’d like to make it very clear, on his recent World Talking Tour, he had not asked for a single cent. All the organizers had to do, was to have his flights and accommodation prepared for him. His trip to Malaysia had not been a ‘holiday’ as some people had said. His schedule had been packed, from the start till the end, with talks and interviews. He barely had time to rest and sleep! It’s beyond me how he managed to fulfill his work as how he had!

Most importantly, not to forget, in every talk and interview that he had done, he had emphasized that he does NOT appreciate, the fact that (He) as the messenger was seen to be, and treated as more important than the message. He made sure personal questions had been kept to a minimal, and concentrated more and entirely on the Palestinian cause.

On the fact that he’s made mistakes with his reporting during the War, and how his choice of words may not have been used in a manner that is acceptable by a certain number of people, but…at the end of the day, is Harry Fear not only human? Is he not entitled to make mistakes? I clearly remember that during the war, tons of information had been reported wrongly, by many parties. But that’s simply how it is, because in times like such, there’s no proper way of verifying the incidents at the very moment of its occurrence. Is that not understandable?

He is a ‘People’s journalist’. By definition of that, his sustenance is based on what the people have willingly contributed. That is simply how this line of journalism works. Take for example, during the aggression that occurred in Rohingya, people had raised money and had funded a journalist, to have sent over. No complaints were heard. Why? Because we need that sort of news source, do we not?

On attaining fame, that is simply something that comes with the work that he does. He doesn’t ask to be idolized, but certain people CHOOSE to do so. How could he possibly be blamed for that? The fact that he is recognized by many, his work is shared by tons, are those all not simply blessings for him from Allah, for the good (and hard work) that he has done? Whether some of us like it or not, there are more eyes being opened…there are more hearts that have turned, especially from the Western world. Is this not what we all want? Is this not the mission that we as activists expected/wanted to achieve?

In short what I’m trying to say is, he is not perfect. He makes mistakes. But as I’ve said, he is only human.

So, rather than we harp on the wrong, why can’t we focus on the good? Let us look beyond minute imperfections.

Because how can we possibly expect to bring our one true enemy (Israel) down, when we’re too busy hating on each other?

Truly, at the end of the day, should it matter not, whether we are Palestinians who live in Palestine, or perhaps Palestinians whom live on foreign land, or simply, a Palestinian at heart? For, the most crucial point is that, WE ARE ALL IN THIS FOR ONE PURPOSE, AND ONE PURPOSE ONLY : To liberate Palestine. Therefore, should there not be room or space for hatred amongst us? 😦

If the intention had been clean and pure, why was one out of many others picked on? The reasonings don’t justify the actions carried out. People are watching, people are listening. So, before more damage is done, be it to yourself, the people or the country, can we please stop and put an end to this ‘hate campaign’?

It isn’t a nice feeling to be thinking that we are putting up a battle for a “lost cause” due to internal actions.

“From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free”.

Let us all work towards that, shall we?

Make love, not war. 🙂 ❤

Son of Jerusalem



CONFIRMED: There has been an initial agreement with Palestinian legendary hunger striker Samer Issawi on his own terms and the “Israeli Prison Service (IPS)” that in exchange for ending his hunger strike he carries out an additional 8 months in prison to end all his military court charges once in for all without any further legal action against him regarding his case and that he be released un-condtionally to his home in al Issawia in the district of Jerusalem. According to lawyer Jawad Bulous this agreement is expected be finalized in the coming hours and a press release by the Palestinian Prisoners Club will be held regarding the deal agreement. Samer Issawi has resumed his supplements as of midnight Palestine time and thanks every single person and organization that has stood by his side and supported his fight for freedom and justice!

We reiterate that this agreement has NOT been finalized yet and we will keep you posted as we continue with developments! Thank you for your continued support! Long live Palestine and it’s heroic Palestinian people!

After 277 long days of being on Hunger Strike, and even longer days of being tortured and beaten, held without trial, Samer Issawi, son of Jerusalem has achieved ‘victory’! (Yes, I am aware that it has yet to be fully and officially finalized, but in cases like this, a celebration is still due!)

I for one believe that it is more than right to say that He truly is a living legend of our time!
Samer Issawi is the epitome of the term “Hero“.
He had stood his ground and stared into the eyes of Israel’s Occupation itself and had said “I will take my freedom, whether you like it or not.”
He had challenged death itself, for freedom.

He has truly brought the definition of strength and dignity to a whole new level.

The struggles that Issawi faced, had not only been for him, rather it had been for all of Palestine. His freedom signifies a closer victory for the Palestinian people as a whole!

Alhamdulillah (Praise be to God), it’s absolutely amazing to be able to finally say these words, knowing that a for-certain freedom is with him!

As Rafeef Ziadah had said, “We (the Palestinian people) wake, to teach the world life, sir.”

Samer Issawi is a living proof of that. He has truly taught us life.

*To the people behind “The Free Samer Issawi Campaign”, you guys have been absolutely inspirational! From sharing the necessary news we need to hear, to the campaigns you have started! From the bottom of my heart, (and I’m sure hearts of many others), thank you so much for all that you have done to have brought the plight to light 🙂 ❤

The Ongoing Crusade


“Waking up everyday has been nothing short of a struggle, lately. How can I raise my hands and be
thankful, when all I want and all that I’ve asked for, is the absolute opposite?”

At some point in life, we would be left feeling as though we’ve been surrounded by a black hole, with no where to go, no where to turn to. Up or down, our fate remains the same.

This, this is where the biggest of personal Jihad, comes in.

The emotional crusade.

The war between and within ourselves.

We could choose to either give up, or find a way to stand back up.

Yasmin Mogahed had said something entirely beautiful on this matter,

“This world cannot break you – unless you give it permission to. And it cannot own you, unless you hand it the keys – unless you give it your heart. And so if you handed those keys to dunya for a while – take it back. This isn’t the end. You don’t have to die here. Reclaim your heart, and place it with it’s rightful owner. Allah.”

The reminders we need to keep ourselves going 🙂

“God does not burden any human being with more than he is well able to bear.”

[Surah Al-Baqarah, Verse 286]

• In other words, all these struggles that we face is nothing more than we can take. The challenges that He tries us with is nothing but for the good and the betterment of ourselves. Though we may fail to see it now, but truly, Allah knows what is best. Verily the best is only what he gives and blesses us with.

• Allāh purifies you when you experience these emotions or pain. The Prophet (sal Allahu alayhi wa sallam) said, “No fatigue, nor disease, nor sorrow, nor sadness, nor hurt, nor distress befalls a Muslim, even if it were the prick he receives from a thorn, but that Allāh expiates some of his sins for that.” [Bukhāri]

Complain only to Allāh. Many of us turn to venting or complaining to others when we are faced with a hardship, but when we look in the Qur’an, we see that the believers complain only to Allāh. Ya’qub (alayhi salaam) says to his sons when they bring the news that his son was accused of stealing, “So patience is most fitting (for me).” (12:83) But then in the next āyah, Allāh describes that he turned away from them and said privately, “Alas, my grief for Yusuf!” And he lost his sight because of the sorrow that he was suppressing.” (12:84) Ya’qub (alayhi salaam) did not say this in front of his family, but it was between himself and Allāh. Allāh says that he was “suppressing” (in Arabic: kadheem) and this means when someone holds their breath back to control their tears and their agony. It is to the point that they have trouble breathing because they cried so much. He was full of grief but he was not wailing and crying out loud, but rather holding back his anger. When his sons saw how much distress this news has caused him, they said to him, “By Allāh! You will never cease remembering Yusuf until you become weak with old age, or until you be of the dead.” (12:85) Then during the height of this anxiety he says, “I only complain of my suffering and sorrow to Allāh, and I know from Allāh that which you know not.” (12:86) subḥānAllāh! It is okay to feel these emotions, and people may see that you are distressed, but turn to Allāh and complain to Him alone.

• We are bound to be tested and pushed to our limits, each of us to our own level. When Maryam was delivering her son all alone, she said, “Would that I had died before this, and had been forgotten and out of sight!” (19:23) The tafseer mentions that Maryam (alayha salaam) was not only in physical pain and solitude, but also experiencing the pain of ostracism and isolation that occurs when you are telling the truth but no one believes you. She spoke these words at a time when she had already been given the good news of being chosen above all women and that her son would be a Prophet of Allāh. This reminds us that even the best people, whom Allāh has clearly chosen, are still human. Everyone’s patience and steadfastness is pushed to the limit at one time or another. Everyone reaches a point where they contemplate just giving up, but that doesn’t mean that it’s all over. We must always put your trust in Allāh and keep going. Remember, these are words said by Maryam, the best woman to walk on the earth! This shows us that being patient doesn’t necessarily mean that we won’t ever become overwhelmed, or won’t ever complain, but patience is when we do get overwhelmed and still keep going, and only complain to Allāh. (12:85) Sabr does not mean that you are happy with the decree of Allāh, sabr means that you accept the decree of Allāh even if you don’t understand it.

• The one that is of utmost importance for me to keep in mind, is – “Do not say “if” when a calamity befalls you or you did something that you’ve come to regret. The Prophet (sal Allahu alayhi wa sallam) said, “Seek help from Allāh and do not lose heart, and if anything (in the form of trouble) comes to you, don’t say: If I had not done that, it would not have happened so and so, but say: Allāh did what He had ordained to do and your ‘if’ opens the (gate) for Shaytan.” [Muslim]

Things are not always as they seem. The mother of Musa (Moses) was told to throw her son in the river; Yusuf (Joseph) was left for dead in a well; Maryam (Mary) delivered a child alone; Yunus (Jonas) was swallowed by a whale; Ibrahim (Abraham) was thrown in the fire; A’ishah was slandered throughout the city; and Umm Salamah thought no one could be better than Abu Salamah…Yet look at how it turned out for them in the end. So don’t worry, Allāh has a plan for you.

May Allah SWT have us guided and may He bless us with his Noor and Hidayah on this blessed Friday. Jumuah Mubarak, everyone! ❤

We will be okay.

Extracted from : “The Supplication Series: Distress, Sadness and Anxiety” on

“She’s gone.” – Time to care!


‘Gang-rape victim’, 17, kills herself ‘after her attackers took picture of the assault and sent it to classmates who branded her a slut’” – “Mom: Teen Kills Herself After Rape, Bullying” “Rehtaeh Parsons Suicide: Halifax Teen Kills Herself After Alleged Rape, Online Bullying.”

Those are just a few headlines that I’m sure you’ve been seeing.

Just a short intro of her story :

Rehtaeh Parsons, had been fifteen years old, when she was raped by four boys, of whom had been her classmates.

You would think that the boys would have gotten charged, but no! Instead, the boys were free to go. The police had concluded that there were no grounds to charge the four boys after a year-long investigation.

Royal Canadian Mounted Police Cpl. Scott MacRae said the investigation “was completed in consultation with prosecutors and that there
was insufficient evidence to proceed with charges.”

Nova Scotia Justice Minister Ross Landry had also even said that he had no plans to review the case because he has no reason to doubt the integrity of the police investigation. Landry had said that he has yet to hear of any formal complaint from Parsons about the police investigation, though he added she was open to file one.

You see, much like the Steubenville Rape Case, instead of having the community support her, they had chosen instead, to stand against her.
The alleged attack had left her an outcast at Cole Harbour District High School, when it should have been the boys who were more deserving of such fate.

I may have not gotten the memo, but when had our humanly fundamentals change? How had it been possible for everyone to have stood against a raped victim? When and how had a person chosen to be raped? Instead of shunning out the rapists, the people have shunned the victim instead. Where is the absolute logic in that?!

20130410-234954.jpg YEP.

Our ignorance, and choice to hate, instead of support, this beautiful girl, had left her mother finding her too late, and both her parents to be burying her six foot under, two years later. Did people think that she would be okay after what had happened to her? After the way she had been treated?
Having been raped may not have been the entire cause as to why she felt killing herself was necessary. The bullying and constant hate, I’d personally say, had been the reason for it.

Nova Scotia Justice Minister Ross Landry (YES THE VERY SAME ONE!) had recently said that he is asking senior government officials to present options, as soon as possible, to review the Rehtaeh Parsons case.

Landry said in a news release issued Tuesday night :

“This situation is tragic, I am deeply saddened – as I think are all Nova Scotians – by the death of this young woman,”
“As a parent, I can’t imagine the pain this family is going through at this time. My thoughts are with them.”

Why couldn’t this have been said and done when she had been alive instead, dear sir? Does she suddenly matter more because she’s no longer amongst us? Was what she had to go through a joke for you?! She hadn’t been a faceless name! She was a beautiful girl, whom had a bright future ahead of her, if it hadn’t been for what happened.

How many more times do cases like this have to happen before the ones involve would realize the damage that they have created? How many more lives of the innocent needs to be lost before we all start to truly care and prioritize about what’s important and what’s not?

Ask yourselves;

What if she had been my daughter instead?

Rehtaeh Parsons, I’m sorry that we have failed you. Though I promise, justice will prevail. Be it in this life or the next, God willing. May you finally find the peace and eternal bliss, that was taken from you, on the other side. Rest in peace. ❤

Source of information : Dailymail UK, ABC News.

“Don’t forget! I’m a Christian!”


Recalling an “incident” that had occurred a few months back, while ‘hanging out’ with a of couple friends and a dear teacher (Let’s have her called, Miss S), I had mentioned about the recent brutal killings of Palestinian children (In The Operation Pillar of Cloud) that had been carried out by Israel.

Miss S, had abruptly and angrily stated that “Oi! Don’t forget! I’m a Christian!”
Warning me to cut short the conversation.

Somehow she had seen it to be as some sort of personal attack because the words, “Israel” “The IDF” “Brutal actions” and “Zionism” were heard. It was as though my mentioning of children being mercilessly killed, left without shelter or loved ones, passed right through her ears. Had those lives lost meant nothing?

There is a difference between loyalty and absurdity. If the killings of the innocent is somehow permissible to you, because apparently you were told that “God said so”, I simply have to ask, what sort of God could you possibly be believing in, if it means that one is meant to be unjust to the other? That a man has a right over an other? That a life is suddenly unworthy? Had God not said, “Thou shall not kill”? There had been no if’s and but’s to his orders.

Why would you believe in the preaching of men when Our Lord has decreed to us something else, entirely?

Not agreeing with the actions of the Zionists does not make you un-Christian, in fact, it makes you a stronger one. For you are standing on the side of the right. Being with the oppressed rather than the other oppressor. Will you not then be seen better in HIS eyes.

Get a deeper understanding on this issue. It isn’t about religion. It’s about our fellow mankind being killed.

Could it possibly be right for us to have our rights when our brothers and sisters elsewhere, are being deprived of it?

Change your mindset, help save lives.

“Christians United For Peace” had written a very lovely piece on this matter, as well, do read! :


TWA Flight 840

This is no new or current news, it’s simply just a story I felt was necessary to have it shared.
…and off we go.


29th August 1969 – A Trans World Airlines flight from Leonardo Da Vinci International Airport in Rome, Italy, to Ben Gurion International Airport in Tel Aviv, Israel, was hijacked. TWA Flight 840, was the said affected flight.

Those who had lived in that era, would have remembered just how big of a deal it had been. It was the first time a plane was hijacked, by a woman. A woman, named Leila Khaled.

It isn’t something to be proud about, but the story behind it holds high power and meaning.

Leila Khaled, the convicted flight hijacker and her team had diverted Boeing 707 to Damascus, where then, Khaled had forced the pilot to fly over Haifa, Palestine, just so she could see her birthplace. The place she was no longer allowed to step foot on.

Though her doings were wrong, taking her rights away, was even worse.

In my eyes, she hadn’t been a monster. But instead, she had been a hero.

She fought to do something, while others sat and mourned.

She stood up, when all the rest of the world wanted to do, was fall.

Note: No one had been critically injured, besides a bruise or two, I would say.

On the 4th of December, Tuesday, Khaled had entered Gaza for the first time. Senior PFLP leader Kayid al-Ghoul said Khaled will take part in the anniversary celebrations for the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestinian, (and will be briefed on the damage caused by Israel’s recent eight-day assault on the coastal enclave.)

Her dream to return, had finally came true. Though it may not be in Haifa itself, (since Haifa is now considered a part of Israel) but it’s certainly close enough.

Dreams do come true, though, only for those who work for it.


Leila Khaled, then and now

Palestine Granted UN Statehood




In the name of the law and in the eyes of the world, Palestine is now officially a state!

138 countries voted yes

Consisting of a quite surprising, but very welcomed : Italy, France, New Zealand

41 countries abstained from voting

It consisted of a very surprising : United Kingdom, Australia, Germany

9 countries voted no

It was of course : Israel, Canada, United States, Micronesia, Palau, Czech Republic, Marshall Islands, Nauru and Panama

Note: Czech Republic had earlier mentioned that they would abstain from voting, but along the way, they had changed their minds and had joined the other 8 in voting against the Statehood of Palestine.

With the given Statehood, there is much that Palestine could do.
Even though there’s still a long way to go, at least now, Palestine is officially on the right track to bring justice to the rightful owners of the land. We Will Not Go Down.
Justice Will Prevail.



My utmost favorite 😉

Pro-Palestine / Anti-Israel?

Many have said that there isn’t any point of listening to what I have to say, or the fact that my thoughts don’t matter, all because of the state of my faith. Just because I am what I am,
I am considered, automatically, as to be biased and as such.

Let me make some things clear,

I’m not picking sides or am I biased per-se. I’m not against the Israelis (wholly). I have no problems with the Jews. It isn’t a race or a religion that I’m fighting for, or fighting against. It’s simply the fact that I can’t stand watching human rights being breached. The fact that innocent lives are being killed. What I’m doing, is, standing up for humanity. No one. And I repeat, absolutely NO ONE deserves to be treated as how the Palestinians are being treated. So before you go on and give me a lecture, understand why my stand is how it is.

I am not “Pro-Palestinian”,

I am not “anti-Israeli”,

I simply am Pro-Humanity.