Are We Human... Or Are We Fighters?

"Hidden within in the unconscious is an unsatiable desire for conflict. So you're not fighting me, so much you are the human condition."

~ Extracted from The Fourth Hand - John Irving. (A great read if you were wondering, then again, I'm quite a sucker for Irving's works. A brilliant man that one. The World According to Garp is one of the best books that I have ever read. You NEED to get your hands on it.)

But back to the topic on hand... In today's times, news of revolutions and civil wars have become something of a norm. And honestly, I love the fact  there are rebellions. People fighting against injustices, and allowing their voices to be heard, no matter what the cost. Gosh, i look forward to the day when I get to be a part of one myself, mainly to be called a comrade, but that's not the point.. (you would argue that in a utopian world, there wouldn't be a need for rebellions or comrades, but this aint no utopia). What irks me though, is the wars that tend to string along with these rebellions. Where most of the time, it is mainly innocent blood that is spilt. Children and the elderly, appear to be the greatest sufferers of our selfish idiocy. I'm not saying that war is idiotic, at times, it may be essential (stating this with a heavy heart), but nowadays it seems so unnecessary. We're living in an amazing, information era (need to blog about this too- it's coming soon). Where we are blessed to know about anything and just about everything (until the secrecy bill gets enforced (damn you government. Damn you)). So why is it that the world is turning a blind eye to injustices that continue to occur in front of us. And yes going back to the Palestinians who are forced to live their lives in their atrocious circumstances, and all that is being done about is well... nothing.
This war that the Palestinians face is more than just the violation of rights in regard to religions. It furthers down to humanity. And Palestine is a single example of our wars that we, the children of the earth, have  accustomed to. So I ask you, dear reader... have we lost our sense of humanity? The U.N. , formed to prevent world wars are simply letting these atrocities pass by. The very same people who based their global organisation on "Never again will our world be enslaved to such conditions" are watching it occur on a daily basis, as though they really couldn't give a damn. And we, myself included, sit from our cosy couches (I'm on my ever-cosy floor though. I have a strange liking for floors) will tweet, blog and post about it. But that is as far as we'd go to help our fellow brothers and sisters. Yes, I like the rebellions. But is the bloodshed necessary? (The very word makes me sick to my stomach.) Or as the great Mr Irving said, can we just not avoid it because it is a part of who we are... (savages if I could say so).

We are the future generation though. I believe that nothing is set in stone. If anything is going to change, it IS up to us. Maybe WE should take a stand and become rebels... with a cause. Fight for the greater good. Be our own superheroes (if we can choose superhero names, I place dibs on Superwoman) (it's all terribly cliche, but absolutely true).

I end off with an Islamic wisdom, that if enforced, would actually make this world a better place.

"None of you [truly] believes until he wishes for his brother what he wishes for himself." Prophet Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him)
(freedom & democracy included).

Until next time... Peace

Confessions of A Shameful Offender.

"What if we woke up today, only with the things we were thankful for yesterday." This is a tweet I recently discovered, posted by a friend on Twitter.

Honestly speaking, if this was to occur (God forbid) I'd probably wake up with a cup of tea, and my allowance. I would not be able to do much with it (parentals, this means that I am definitely in need of an increase in my allowance). But most importantly, I wouldn't wake up surrounded by the people in my life whom I claim to love so much.

So often we go through life, busy experiencing it all (trying to live it up), and expecting everything and everyone to be always around, that we forget how temporary this world and, life itself, actually is. We forget that those who we thought would always be by our sides, holding our hands through it all,  may just disappear one day, without us even getting to say goodbye. Well this is life.

It is sad but true, and the fact that we remain ungrateful (myself included as I'm still hustling for that increase in allowance) for the small things, such as a filling meal in our bellies, where millions of helpless children are dying of starvation. They were born into lives of hardship. We have it so easy, yet we fail to acknowledge these bounties. And I am as guilty of this as the next offender. (so I'm starting with the sexy woman in the mirror)

Spending the passed 2 days with my best friend (Femida Amie), my amazing sister-in-law (Shaax), my hero-of-a-brother (Lukey) and the cutest 19 month old , my adorable nephew Uwais. I felt that saying thank you for being part of my life simply wasn't enough. How do you express yourself, knowing that what you feel for these people go beyond words. To every single person who is a part of my life.. I Love You. and I cherish you all.

So my new motto in life is to make as many memories and always let people know how I feel about them. Be grateful for what I have because nothing is guaranteed.
Because as previously learnt the hard way... Regret always comes too late.

Lastly, this is dedicated to the fallen, those gone but never forgotten. You will always be remembered, treasured, and will live on in our memories.

For my BFFE. my diamond. my Fimi. Not a day goes by without you being missed. & I like to think that, if with us today, you'd be somewhat proud of me. ILY Forever & Always.

I Guess Brothers Aren't All That Horrible.

So tomorrow, the 11th of November is a special day. And no, not because it's a Sunday.. and Sundays  are cool (except for when you're writing the next day). Well (it's special because of that too), but it also happens to be my brothers birthday. And the main reason we're making such a big deal about it this year, as compared to previous years, is because this is the last birthday that he spends at home. .. with us. His next birthday will be with his wife, his new family. (and yes, the guy is finally getting married) :)

Never knowing what to get him for his birthday, I figured heeey, what better gift then to do exactly what he told me to never do (threatened actually), and that is to blog about him. The guy won't even see this. But in the 1 in a millionth possibility that he does, I have a little message for him...

Well firstly, brothers, although this never ever seems like it, are extremely precious commodities (psht...don't feel too special now). Even though they hit and insult you, put chappies in your hair (had quite a few of these experiences). Teach you the filthiest of habits, (I throw people with watermelon and grape seeds. Its a disease, I know.) they will always have your back. The whole world can turn against you, but their arms will always be wide open, to punch and shield you simultaneously.

And even though he annoys me like no other being on this planet.... and I feel like we're basically on the same level of maturity (which isn't very high), I would kill, and possibly be killed for this guy. I may not show it, but the way I care for him.. is only "how a sister can care for her brother".

So Happy Birthday my dearest Mohammed Yusuf Saloojee. (MY MYS only till the 6th of January). My wish for you is eternal happiness, and love with the one who completes you. True contentment, spirituality and truly finding your place in this world. Cause my prayers and heart is always with you. And I Love you. 
 
(To eldest brother Lukey, in case of FOMO, I love and value you just as much ;) )

I am who I am today because of you 2 (pip-shooting and all). So thank you (pip-shooting is a valuable life skill )
I live through you both.

Much Love, Always
Your baby sister

New Chapters. New Beginnings.

Hi guys :)

Your response to my blog has been amazing. Logging on to find the increasing amount of page views. The feeling is exhilarating. Guess a lot of you out there really care about pandas. It definitely restores my faith in humanity. So well done to all.

I am currently in my Matric year, and I'm right in the middle of finals. And everyone is generally, making a big fuss about it all (myself included- I encourage the fuss- have to make the most of being in the spotlight at the moment). But I think that the enormity of the whole thing hasn't sunk in as yet.  Like I get that this determines my future, but the fact that my future, is well...my future... I'm still coming to terms with that.

I keep looking back, thinking of previous years, and my entire schooling career, and realising that it's all coming to an end.. Its like discovering that very last chocolate in the cupboard... That YOU found but you are forced to share with your siblings... YEAH, it's pretty darn sad.. Can't really imagine not doing the same, monotonous  routine everyday: waking up extremely early ( I lied, I can totally imagine not doing this part), getting ready for school and going to find these freaks that I for some reason call my friends. Its weird (the lack of monotonous activity, not calling the freaks my friends)
(Ohh and a shout out to Femida Amie- Sup?). 

I guess what scares me the most, is that I actually have to grow up now, no more acting immature. That is sort of asking for the impossible now. But I will try my best to blend in with the "adult world" (blehh) . Change is after all ineveitable. Or at least, that's what they say.. And I know... I know... It's not the end of the world, but its still weird, and will take some getting used to.

So I guess this chapter of our lives is almost closed, and a new one awaits. And if what "They" say is anything to go by... we should ready ourselves for the most exciting days of our lives. Matrics of 2012. We made it (if we all pass that is... so don't disappoint). It has all in all been an amazing journey, and now to make the most of these limited days we have together. Because the next reunion is only when we're old and by then, we will all probably not be as *beautiful as we are now. O_o

To all the insignificant, not-as-important-as-matric grades. Make the most of it. I know that we definitely did.

We came, we ruled, we conquered ( I should not be this confident BEFORE the results).

Now for the cheesy quote that this post CAN (absolutely) NOT be published without:

“The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination.”

For the Love of the Game.

Now that the awkward introductions have been made, here comes the exciting bit. The criticism that we all look forward to, but hardly ever agree with... Other people's opinions. And in this case. My opinion.


SOCCER has become a huge craze. Everyone is out supporting and defending their teams, and there's just a general hype around it. Especially recently, as seen on social platforms such as Twitter. And  I get why though. Its a beautiful game, endless fun to watch and even better to play. Even if, like me, you were blessed with two left feet and the miraculous ability to trip over wide empty spaces.

The guys are definitely in their element, most of them equipped with natural instinct towards the game, and the girls, trying really hard to show that they understand the purpose of guys kicking the ball back and forth. (Ogling over the hot players in the process.)

So i totally get how Soccer = Love, and I respect the immense passion towards the amazing game. BUT ( & here it comes!) as with all hypes, there's always those people who go overboard. So stating that soccer is a matter of life and death... Now that is where I draw the line. If you truly understand what life and death  means, you wouldn't dare to utter such falsities. And, as noticed, more and more teenagers are falling under this ignorant ideology. It has become somewhat of a trend, devoting endless time towards the sport, not for the sport only, but rather to impress the rest.

I don't understand how devoting your LIFE to something as temporary as 90 minutes works (and at the end of the day, is nothing more than a GAME). The fact that it has become a norm is saddening.. Especially if it is not done as a means of making a living. (simply is a recreational activity)

It could  be that I'm too serious about life, and tend to become like those grumpy grandfather types. But I think I'm pretty equipped at noticing a wrong when I see it. So if you happen to be the "Soccer is a matter of life and death" type of person, ask someone who has lost a loved one to death, to explain to you its immense, life-long, repercussions. And also, don't just do things because others are doing it too.
Stand out. It suits you better.

Let the Blogging Begin!

WOW. My very first post on my blog. I'd be lying right now if I said I wasn't excited. I feel like a deprived  kid that just discovered Magic Company. A bit confused as to where I should start, but definitely know that I need to try everything. So that means, I am going to make the most of this platform.

Welcome to Dizzy Diaries. Dizzy is me, by the way, your regular 18 year old, willing to do just about anything to delay the studying process (I'm sorry Shaax!) . And no, not Dizzy because of the tendency to fall due to lightheadness, which does tend to happen to me now and then (suspecting low-blood pressure to be the cause but I do test myself regularly), but because the nickname was one given to me by a special friend...
The Diaries actually started when a darling cousin suggested it, months ago, the idea somehow stuck in my scattered brain and an amazing English teacher is what inspired me to start it.

So Dizzy Diaries is basically my soap box. All views expressed are my own (I've been waiting so long to say that. Makes me sound so cool). And warning to the reader, whoever knows me well will say that I tend to get easily distracted, and may sway from what I'm actually trying to say (short attention span issues). So please bear with me. I shall however try my best to focus on bringing the message across. I do also tend to offend people, but in nice ways. But if I do offend you, don't worry, you will eventually get over it.

Enjoy this insight into the mind of an opinionated, (literally)big-headed , individual. If you like what you read, don't forget to share.  Sharing this will ultimately save a panda. Don't ask how, it just will.