First and Last Love

We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade…The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person who you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it always happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of those lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. You will remember having conversations with this person that never actually happened. You will recall sexual trysts with this person that never technically occurred. This is because the individual who embodies your personal definition of love does not really exist. The person is real, and the feelings are real—but you create the context. And context is everything.

You need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select your clothes every day. This is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life so bad, work on the mind. That’s the only thing you should be trying to control.
First and Last Love- Khawaja Ali Arshad

The story of a Palestinian father


Gaza: The story of a Palestinian father who lost his children in the darkness (via Al Akhbar English)

“Around the flickering, dim light of a candle nearly gone, the family of Abu Mohammed Shabet gathered in their house in Hayy al-Touffah, north-east of Gaza City, to break their fast. In the background, they could hear explosions caused by bombs fired by Israeli tanks positioned on the eastern borders of the Strip, aimed at the houses of unarmed civilians.

As soon as the family finished their meal, Abu Mohammed tried to calm his frightened children who were asking him to flee the house and take refuge with some relatives downtown in hopes that it would be a little safer there. But the father insisted on staying home.

“Nothing is going to happen to us. Do not worry, the bombs are far away from us,” Abu Mohammed reassured them.

As soon as he finished his sentence, a powerful explosion was heard and a large fire broke out in a hall at the house where they were gathered. Abu Mohammed was in deep shock. He did not grasp the fact that his house was targeted, especially since the power had been down for three days.” » Read on

Photo: Smoke rising from Al Shejaeiya neighbourhood during an Israeli military operation in the east Gaza City on July 20, 2014. (Mohammed Saber/EPA)

Day 5: Israel strikes Gaza mosque & center for the disabled

Striscia di Gaza

Striscia di Gaza

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Striscia di Gaza

Day 5: Israel strikes Gaza mosque & center for the disabledGaza death toll passes 135 | July 12, 2014

1. A Palestinian boy inspects the destruction in his neighbourhood following an Israeli military strike in Gaza City. (Mohammed Abed/AFP/Getty Images)

2. Palestinian men inspect the rubble of a destroyed mosque following an Israeli military strike in the Nusseirat refugee camp in the central Gaza Strip. (Thomas Coex/AFP/Getty Images)

3. A Palestinian man and his sons stand at their damaged living room as they look outside at a neighbouring building which was targeted in an Israeli military strike in Gaza City. (Mohammed Abed/AFP/Getty Images)

4. A Palestinian boy carries a damaged wheelchair as he walks amidst the debris of a rehabilitation centre, which police said was struck by an Israeli tank shell, in the northern Gaza Strip. (Mohammed Salem/Reuters)

5. Palestinians mourn their relative in the morgue of the Shifa hospital in Gaza City. (Khalil Hamra/AP)

6. A Palestinian boy amid the remains of a rehabilitation center for the handicapped in Beit Lahiya. (Wissam Nassar for The New York Times)

7. The body of Suha Abu Saada, 28, lies in a mosque after the Palestinian centre for people with special needs housing in Beit Lahia was targeted by an Israeli air strike. (Mohammed Abed/AFP/Getty Images)

8. A Palestinian boy sits on the rubble of Al-Farouk mosque which was destroyed in an Israeli airstrike in Nuseirat. (Ezz Zanoon/APA)

9. Smoke rises after a cargo crossing between Israel and Gaza was shelled. (Hatem Moussa/AP)

10. Palestinian children look at the rubble of a destroyed mosque following an Israeli military strike in the Nusseirat refugee camp. (Thomas Coex/AFP/Getty Images)

(Sources: 1234 | Naming the dead)

Stay For The Good Seconds

At the exact instant you were born, when you slid from the womb and arrived into the world like the most valuable piece of luggage from the conveyer belt at the airport, you were several months from death. And at the exact moment you were conceived, you were literally a split second away from death. Not metaphorically, as in literary terms, but literally. You had not existed previously, but then all of a sudden you did.

And every second you’re alive the same is true. Your entire body is a love letter to the world; your skin is a love letter to all the bones and muscles and streams of blood tunneling beneath it and forming the beautiful garden lattice that is your skeleton, the skeleton that grows and bends every year into the best kind of flower there is. Every second you’re alive, whether you realize it or not, you are writing a love letter to God for creating you.

No matter how badly you want to die, for every second you’re alive, that love letter will exist. That letter will continue being written and being read.

Every scientist knows that change can be gradual or it can be earth-shatteringly quick. Time-lapse cameras have caught the planting, growth, budding, and opening of a tulip in a painstaking number of shots. And lightning, well, lightning strikes pretty damn fast. For every second it takes for something to change, no matter how many of those seconds there are, there is a chance to start over and begin anew. If the tulip had decided its blossoming was taking far too long and wilted into rot and dead leaves among the ground, it would never have witnessed its own incredible birth. If the lightning had decided to remain behind the storm clouds, it would never have had a chance to touch the earth, the tops of trees, or be marveled at by all the passersby below who thought it breath-taking.

The seconds are what make the difference. Not only for that tulip, and that bolt of lightning, but for you as well.

One second you can wish you’d never been born, or even wish you could do the reverse of being born and prevent yourself from continuing to live, but maybe the next second that feeling will just be a fleeting thought that you’ll be glad you had not acted upon. For every second of pain, there is another one filled with joy of equal intensity of feeling.

If you allow yourself to feel the bad seconds and get through them, whether you power through them like a jackhammer into cement or trudge through them like wading into a swamp, you can make it to all the good seconds that will follow.

If you only allow yourself to remain in the bad seconds and not wait for the good ones, always remember that you were once a split second between life and death at the moment of your conception. If you pull that trigger, jump off that bridge, swallow those pills, you’re again stepping into that tiny void that is the space between being alive and being dead, except this time you’re going to pass through that void and end up on the being dead side.

And you’ll never get to experience all the seconds that could have come after that second of feeling so horrible you wanted to die, all the seconds in which you could have been glad you’d stayed alive. All the seconds that made deciding not to die so very, very worth it.

One Second of HopeChange can be gradual or it can be fast.

But no matter what pace it happens at, it’s all a matter of seconds. So stay. Stay for the second when the bulb becomes the tulip; stay for the second when the lightning strikes after being hidden behind the storm clouds; stay for the seconds when you’re happy you were born.

Because you never know- maybe all those seconds will stack on top of each other and turn into a lifetime, and for the rest of your life, you’ll be glad you stayed for the rest of your life.

Let that love letter continue being written.

Why do I like Summer Finn in (500) Days of Summer?

This post is about a girl named Summer Finn from one of my favorite movies all the time, (500) Days of Summer. The narrator of this movie tells us from very beginning that Summer Finn did not share the same belief on true love like many other girls. Summer Finn is the opposite of Tom Hansen who believes that someday he’s meant to Summer. Summer who doesn’t want to be anybody’s girlfriend and Tom who always looks for the right one are involved in odd-yet-romantic relationship without being tied as a couple. Tragic, isn’t it?

Not like other movies which end up with a girl realizes that she’s falling in love to her fling, (500) Days of Summer never gives us a fairy tale ending. Of course, in the end, Summer dumped Tom away. It is the reason why some of my guy friends hate Summer for what she did to Tom. They say Summer is cold-hearted bitch who doing whatever she likes. For sure, I still don’t get why they hate Summer because she chose what the best for her. I like her.

There are 10 things that make Summer adorable

1. She really knows what she wants. When she wants something, she will get it. And when she gets bored of something, she will let it go. Does everything go so easy for Summer? She’s different from many other women. She never feels the difficulty of removing a phase of her life.

2. She really knows how to speak about everything in her mind, even it’s a shit. She believes that relationship is messy. She can pursue people to agree with her disagree on relationship.

3. She knows how to start and end up everything. She started  and ended everything with very simple way. She never cares of what people think after that, she only does whatever she needs to do.

4. She is a good teaser. She can attack you directly with a kiss. She can catch the attention, even just in her silent.

5. She has a good taste of clothes. As a Michigan girl, it’s her mother nature to dress cute and proper.

6. She is fun. She undoubtedly knows how to have fun. Admit it! She can dance, sing, and play with somebody’s heart.

7. She thinks with a rare point of view. She loves Ringo Starr. She dated a girl in high school. She’s weird, but she makes everyone cool with that.

8. She has pretty eyes and sexy lips. Enough said. 😉

9. She can act mean and rude, but there’s a boy who is still crazy about her. She walks on her own feet and does not depend on others. She can keep herself to be so mysterious, so boys wouldn’t mind to fight for her.

10. She reminds us that people always change. She makes up her mind as often as boys buy a video game. She used to be a girl who doesn’t want to attach with, but there’s a day when she decided to be someone’s wife. She used to be a girl who doesn’t get a concept of love, but there’s a day when she granted her love on the altar. No one can ever guess. Isn’t that cool?

Summer got a style. Are you still hating her for being herself? No?

Same Story, Different Day

My lips have been sealed,
with glue from the loss
of lover’s imagination, from
waking up in a sweat of
nightmares filled with
darkness, gasping for air
as if I have been drowning
this whole time in the middle
of the ocean, how much more
will I have to endure as
the record plays a broken
song on repeat, same story
same antagonist different day.

Still Hurts