Hello dear readers, I am back and here to stay for good.
This is a new challenge a poem a day February.
Hello dear readers, I am back and here to stay for good.
This is a new challenge a poem a day February.
I can’t wait !!!!
happy new year dearest readers, I am so grateful and happy to be alive and well, hope you are too. Whew Time does fly I can’t believe it is 2019 already, anticipated books to read this year ? drop some books you have enjoyed for me down in the comments please, I would love to check them out and probably read them. I am beyond elated to be announcing that I didn’t post yesterday because of todays post for new year.
hello everyone, we have a new header, it is brand new and full of jasmines
Thank you for all the support in my 3 year blogging journey
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Hello dear readers
Its about to start tomorrow !
And the first word of the day is INFINITY
Write a poem on infinity and post it on IG
Make sure to tag me as well @salma_babani
Thank you !
Sometimes i fall
From a height
In my mind
And i drown it out
Yet it feels surreal
I know it is
But truth be told
I felt that fall
And I portrayed the impact,
It had on me.
Hello wordpress !
Long time no writing
rest assured I’ve got more stanzas coming insha Allah
IT report writing got me drained guys with the logbook about 8000 words of tissue culture brouhaha
Exciting news, my plants love business is about to begin
Now i know whats probably on your mind as a reader, that oops here she comes again, she probably ate rice and can’t keep shut or its the santi, the rice was talking it possessed me “but no! ” in my beyoncé voice, it was just as inspiration goes, so without further a do, can you guess i have been watching nach baliye and i don’t care whether its divek or ishima and vivek but i want them to win.
sorry for the interruption in the book please a round of applause for rice, thank you, now for the loverrs of rice, just think about the best rice you have had in a while, now use the brain cells you have left after all that sweet memory to give rice a huge round of applause.
A snippet of my book on wattpad A heart for the slum
I just know someone pointed out that it is on ENVY AND JEALOUSY NOT ANGER AND FRUSTRATION bilkul corrrect , though it was intentional , just see the irony in it yaar, these two feelings can sometimes be intertwined.
I will post on the opposite next week insha Allah , now without further a do , to get access to the other posts on the ON SERIES , just click on the #Theonseries
i can’t even begin to imagine where the time flew to , it just went by like a snap this blog is officially two years old, i know i have been MIA for the past few months but I’m back and better hopefully.
my special thanks from the bottom of my heart yes !( you, you know the
half hearted thank you) to all my readers from the thoughts club
So in lieu with my foodie life, i tried a recipe by JOYOFBAKING
So it is baked “
of course“,read (DUH) so pre heat your oven 280 degrees , i have to admit this is a party popper, you take it to an event and people think you put in so much hard work when you literally just whipped it up with your whisk in a few minutes. bake for 15 to 18 minutes
In a large bowl, whisk together the flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda and salt.
Cut the butter into small pieces and blend into the flour mixture with a pastry blender or two knives. The mixture should look like coarse crumbs.
Add the buttermilk and vanilla extract to the flour mixture and stir just until the dough comes together. Do not over mix.
Transfer the dough to a lightly floured surface and knead the dough gently and form into a 7 inch (18 cm) round that is about 1 inch (2.5 cm) thick. Use a 2 1/2 inch (6.5 cm) round biscuit cutter to cut the dough into circles or any cutter of your choice. Transfer the scones to the baking tray and brush the tops of the scones with a little milk.
Bake for about 18-20 minutes or until golden brown and a toothpick inserted in the middle comes out clean. Remove from oven and transfer to a wire rack to cool. Can be stored at room temperature for a few days.
credit for this recipe goes to JOY OF BAKING
In the detail from Botticelli’s painting, the one of the oranges in their deep green trees at twilight, I’m able to feel it again. As a child, I didn’t see the brush strokes but the painter’s pure vision, standing between the real and the oils that caught it. What floats between the thing and […]
I describe but never quite feel, Cocooned, inured to pure reveal, Buried, layers down, intractable, Inoculated, reality non-contractable From this position of attrition, I mould and scrape a feeble rendition Of the revelation denied us By machinery on the jagged cusp Of improbability and despair, Created by no-one, from nowhere Out of the mind of […]
A precision concision exhibition of contrition exposition is a mission of the frisson of fission fusion, suggesting suggestion of congestion ingestion as a conception inception deception, wherein therein, words like birds, slicing thirds, dicing curds and whey, of milk silk and the ilk, the Miss Muffett tuffet neither here nor there, hear no swear, to […]
I understood very little but wow ! I’m beyond impressed
Ruth was the kind of person whose voice you had to mine before you heard it. I asked her, “Tell me what happened.” She said, “Do you really want to know?” “No, but some selfish part of me wants you to hear yourself talk about it.” My demons like me alone. They come to me […]
Deja vu or what? I don’t know but staying alone makes you over think sometimes and make assumptions, perhaps even performing the maths.
It happens also that you are surrounded by people yet you are still alone, maybe I am too deep, I admit I am not superficial on the surface understanding ish of situations, but I always find something to think of……. maybe my life.
Reflections can be good but when you replay one single episode over and over to identify every little detail, you either find faults in yourself or other people.
Most likely yourself not other’s especially if you suffer from low esteem and episodes of depression.
You constantly try to assume, maybe too much International baccalaureate (IB) science textbooks lead to such mathematics of every scenario and the possible outcomes to a situation.
To each his own, reflective or refractive of each scenario in life, just a piece of my heart. ♥
I would like to dedicate this post to Aisha💗 My friend who encouraged me to keep my blog despite University study
https://lavanyasaysblog.wordpress.com/2015/10/24/liebster-award-elated-to-heaven/Hello lavanya and thank you for nominating me for countless awards, i am truly grateful for your friendship on wordpress, i am extremely sorry for not being able to make a post for at least one, lets just say i started university this year and i moved from Jakarta to Abuja. i suggest you check out lavanya’s blog, her poems are very inspiring .
So here we are ………
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We all have seen black models before, Tyra Banks, Naomi Campbell and my favourite Iman, so what is special about lupita you may ask ? well Lupita is a classic black woman, no shade here but most other black models with the exception of Iman have white ish features and straightened hair or wigs, infact most of them are mixed or not very dark skinned, Lupita is that model that is very African, as dark as we come and can we talk about that glow for a minute here ?
Lupita has inspired many dark skinned women of colour to embrace their natural complexion, lets be honest Vogue has never had a woman as dark as Lupita on their cover, if and when they did have a black woman, she was either mixed or light skinned with the straight nose and thin to average lips, which does not really speak to many women of colour especially black women.
She does exude that confidence and allure which many dark women of colour lack due to the age old “the lighter the better” we have instilled into our minds, no longer are we in those days when being a light skinned black woman or man was the best thing that could happen to you as you were perceived more beautiful than your darker counterparts, ever since Lupita won an oscar she gave hope to other darker women that yes we could also make it in the ‘closer to white’ dominated industry of fashion and Hollywood in general’
Lastly can we just talk about her kiny hair, most black women in Hollywood who wear their hair natural usually have looser curl textures or “good hair” as we have come to know it and if they happened to not have those beautiful curls, they go for the creamy crack, wigs or the straightened natural hair, she looks absolutely stunning
I did notice that after her Oscar award winning, the media was trying to prove that Lupita was beautiful, but i dont need to be convinced, do you glow more than Lupita ? if not have your seat because we all know she is beautiful, smart, Educated and well spoken in essence the whole package, we have seen celebrities who cant read well or mess up their speeches that were written for them.
Can we also appreciate Lupita for always talking about her African ness and how many times she visits Kenya or talks about her life in Kenya, No shade but i know many black people who go to any extent to deny their African roots, Lupita could have claimed America and left Kenya behind after her new found fame, but she did not infact she has even brought kenya and Africa closer to her.
Ladies and gentlemen bask in the after glow of the Lupita effect and be wowed.
Here is a gallery…….
A move back home
The sun blessed me the moment I dropped from the airport
Have I talked about the mosquitoes? lord knows there are mosquitoes in Jakarta and their bite is very stingy, yet the one’s in Nigeria are malaria causing, Lord save this soul of mine from malaria.
So far so good I kind of am okay here, adjusting maybe but I think I am doing well for now, I have not been blogging due to my lack of Internet connection, but as of now I finally have Internet which is why of course….
This poem is Based on my experience with colourism as a Person of colour, and how people of the same race are obsessed with judging people based on their skin tone, where light skinned people are prefered over their darker counterparts in India, Indonesia, Central Asia, the middle east and Africa in general
Little bright screen in my life
Window to a world
Far away from me
Hello everyone I need help on Haiku?
Hello Sameera, if you read this poem i love you,
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dull, tedious, and repetitious; lacking in variety and interest.
“the statistics that he quotes with monotonous regularity”
synonyms: tedious, boring, dull, uninteresting, unexciting, wearisome, tiresome, uninvolving, repetitive, repetitious, unvarying, unchanging, unvaried, humdrum, ho-hum, routine, mechanical, mind-numbing, soul-destroying; More
(of a sound or utterance) lacking in variation in tone or pitch.
“soon we heard a low, monotonous wailing of many voices”
synonyms: toneless, flat, uninflected, soporific
“a monotonous voice”
MONOTONY IS THE NATURE OF LIFE, LOOK AT THE MONOTONOUS MANNER IN WHICH THE SUN RISES.THE MONOTONY OF NECESSARY OCCUPATION IS EXHILARATING AND LIFE GIVING– MAHATMA GANDHI ,
ONE UP FOR GANDHIANS LIKE ME !!!!
A gallery for you all
Yes my procrastinating self now tries her best to upload a post every Monday, it is no easy feat but i wish to improve my habits, anyways here i come.
Hello to anyone reading this welcome to my blog where i post anything that comes to my mind which revolves mainly around fictional excerpts made from real life, yes i am confused and trapped in this deadly cycle of over thinking real life situations and giving them a literary view with a scientific twist, because i am indecisive i could not figure out which one of my poems to post so i decided to compose one for my blog today for the first time and yes RIP Mike Brown.
Ha, it was a friday morning and i woke up early on this not so anticipated day, i am 18 years old but i check myself over nothing has changed nor do i feel different. Happy birthday it was 24th July 2015 the day I turned 18.
On a beautiful day such as that there was a lot of sunshine, I brushed my eyebrows and pretended to be an adult, oh wait i am now an adult, any teenager you meet can’t wait to finally clock 18, neither was I different. The ultimate age for most kids when you get to finally be FREE ! Well i just felt normal, my mom still scolds me and i am still broke ! so why then do teenagers covet this ‘finally 18′ birthday as an ultimate achievement ?
I remember being around 7 or 8 and i could not wait to be 10 and finally have that decade added to my timeline, afterwards i could not wait to be ’13’ and be part of the teenagers clique, so on and so forth i always had age thresholds i could not wait to cross, but on the day i finally turned 18 i felt nothing infact i was indifferent like now what ? I think humans just like having something to anticipate towards, maybe its just nature’s way of keeping us hooked to that “what next?” phase we are constantly in.
I know for most teenagers like myself the 16th birthday or “sweet sixteen” as it is coined is supposed to be the best day of your life when you get your license, brand new ‘dream car’ and have the worlds most talked about party, okay at least the town’s best, let’s be honest here. Well if you have watched the show “sweet sixteen” a few years back on MTV you know what I’m talking about. To say my sweet sixteenth birthday was anticipated is a lie furthermore i went to school on that faithful 24th of July 2013 by school bus completely unawares, i still cannot believe it that i wrote the date several times on my notebooks yet did not remember that it was my own birthday. It was on our way back from school in the evening on that stressful day that my brother Abu reminded me and wished me “happy sweet sixteenth birthday”, the whole bus was shocked and i was even more shocked when i realised that indeed it was birthday and i had no plans.
Well cutting a long story short i went home to Duku patra in Jakarta, finished my chemistry assignment and went to sleep after my family wished me, i still was indifferent.
Why do people give such importance to birthdays and anticipate some thresholds in their lives ? why not just move on we know very little has changed maybe i moved from grade 11 to grade 12 but i will be attending the same school with the same bus and teachers with the same group of chattering girls in my class, my chemistry textbook has not changed nor did the final boards exam syllabus exclude Further Organic chemistry from the exam, although i wish it did
yes i did turn 18 and surprisingly i was a tad bit more enthusiastic this year Who knows ?
Hello everyone yesterday was World Sickle cell day, and i just could not believe it, now am wondering if I should start the whole break the cycle campaign by knowing your genotype, or to actually give my essay on living with sickle cell Anaemia. Phew! I can only say that it has been a hassle but it is a constant struggle and I am still learning to live with it. So long story short, sickle cell Anaemia is a genetic disorder that results in the red blood cells changing shape from an oval/round shape to a sickled shape which causes obstruction in the blood vessels, and obstruction causes pain, inflammation and severe tissue or organ damage, the thing is it can affect any organ or multiple organs at the same time. But the main hassle for most sufferers is the pain, chronic is an understatement and I don’t wish to go into it because it is unexplainable. It is so damn painful, sometimes requiring the most powerful pain relievers when in a crisis such as opioids, morphine etc and it lasts for a few days, the frequency of a crisis depends on individual, mine used to go like 3 to 4 times a year, that was the frequency of my hospitalization but recently it has increased to about 6 times or more a year. Anaemia is also a big problem because it causes fatigue which makes it difficult to live up to many expectations, like sports or going out. this is the pain in a picture, i no longer cry though, the pain is too much. Most importantly people don’t understand when you are missing or MIA in school and many things like going out, they can’t seem to understand how 5 minutes ago i was fine, now i need to rush to the ER, but that is how the condition is, you plan your life around it, sometimes it just comes in-between everything and can put a stop to anything from your birthday party to even a wedding ! it can come anytime, anywhere and you will give in when that excruciating I can’t talk pain grips you. It also keeps you behind your peers, socially i can’t seem to catch up and it has helped make me an introvert because here is the thing, Pre hospitalization, you are at home in pain, hospitalization you are in hospital, post-hospitalization you are still trying to heal from fatigue and left over pain from the hospital, trying to avoid crisis triggers. Later on complications begin to arise for me my Avascular necrosis set out 2 years ago affecting my hip bones and i may have to have a hip replacement in the next few years, I also have a non active spleen and gall bladder, constipation and other problems. Over all it is a hassle and can lead to depression but all i would say is know your genotype before marriage else your children may have this chronic condition, happy world sickle cell day to all my fellow warriors, their parents, families and friends. We can do it ! more grease to your elbows Lets break the cycle and end the silence, Perhaps even find a cure ! Bye
hello dear readers, I have been ill and in and out of the ER, this has made me quite unstable but I am better for now hopefully. The hospital was as usual the drama, wailing, dead patients, crying people, multiple pricks and injections.
Sadness and anguish
frustration and hopelessness
This is not my best post but my hands and fingers are so swollen form multiple pricks at an attempt to set an IV line, so i can’t really type an essay.
How has your week been ?
Tell me all about it
3 years ago, made my first post and it is called hello wordpress, today i would just love to appreciate all my readers on this platform where i have been sharing some poems and thoughts with a little tea okay.
Writer’s block is real you all but any who welcome to my postaweek poem a day February
I clutched onto my bag tightly as i walked behind my mother and her gruesome fast pace, as usual yours truly was trying to catch up, life is far too fast for me.
I saw this boy, a teenager at most and we locked eyes, I looked at him in pity he looked at me with disdain perhaps a bit of anger, I felt guilty, guilty of nothing but privilege.
He slept in a wheelbarrow and looked tired and Hopeless, i felt hopeless when I saw him.
I looked around and realized there were probably a thousand him for every one of me, as the vibration if the speakers humming morning devotion so did I feel privilege deep in my gut.
Eventually a boy pushing one of the wheelbarrows having exactly 5 bags of 50kg rice fell whilst pushing the enormous weight through the slopes in the market.
He fell right next to me and apparently my mother and some people had been calling out to me to move aside but I didn’t hear them, in my head as usual, did you know I have Aspergers ?
He looked burdened and i felt it once again the privilege of not having that burden.
I wanted to tell him “Hey I’m salma and I’m here to know your story and tell the world about you because everyone has a story that needs to be told”
Have I told you ? I love watching TEDtalks and feeling better after each unique story.
Did you know the Stories that matter the most are usually untold.
Telling your story is a privilege, being heard is a privilege, waking up is a privilege.
Today I accepted privilege because it exists
Why do we all know everything about the Kardashians, or Beyonce, Michael Jackson ? because they have been so privileged to tell their stories and be heard by us all.
Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk
Picture by @Sultan_p.g on instagram
phew…….dear people, I finally found my way around WordPress yet again it amazes me that i ahem been on here for almost 4 years
Hello wordpress !!
I am so ashamed that my posting schedule has gone out of line but I’m back now with more amazing content ready for all of you to enjoy hopefully and you all find it useful.
i had a 3 week long exam, did you all know that i am a final year student in University so i have to work on my dissertation and seminars too.
I have decide to create some amazing study tips for all of you especially those of you taking the IGCSE in may 2019.
i feel like I have been consistent enough to actually be almost qualified to give study advice, my motto is work smart not too hard