Why your Gucci bag doesn’t matter


Yes, I can smell your D&G perfume and your Gucci bag. Yeah, I heard you bought the latest iPhone. And why, yes, yes I know of your first class trip to the US. And Europe. And…even that unknown island that doesn’t really exist. Yes. I heard.

A lot of people I know have this really amazing ability to somehow always turn any conversation to themselves:

“Oh? You say you had lasagna for dinner last night? That’s great. On a completely unrelated note, OMG! I bought this really amazing top from Forever 21 yesterday!”

But you know what? I don’t care how much your clothes cost or where you’re going for your next holiday. No one does, really. Your brands don’t make you any better of a person. And if you’re trying to impress me, well, try again.

Oh, and no, the world doesn’t belong to you. I can just as easily board the next plane to LA and take photos in front of the Hollywood sign. I just don’t particularly want to at this moment, thank you.

Sure, it isn’t fair of me to assume that everyone who indulges in luxury now and then is conceited. I mean, yeah, you can like all the big brands, fair enough. I wouldn’t mind indulging in a few pretty pieces myself. And I definitely wouldn’t mind being able to travel around the world.

But there are limits.

I find it stupid the way people literally chase after these things, because honestly? It’s not worth it. What difference does it make whether I buy my clothes from Kmart or Guess? Same factory. Same material. Same look. Once you’re wearing it, no one’s going to check your label to decide how you look. It’s the way you wear it. Not how expensive it is.

For example, this is an Alexander McQueen dress:

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I would not pay 2000 dollars for that. It looks like a sack, for crying out loud!

Why does it matter how much money or how many expensive watches you have? I’m not picking on specific people, but just society in general. Why does it matter?

If money and fame was all that made the world go round, kindly explain to me why so many celebrities turn to drugs and alcohol and ultimately suicide. Your money can’t buy you happiness.

Because no matter how hard you try, you’ll never have the latest Apple iPhone. Believe me, there’ll be a new one in couple of months.

So then what’s the point? How long will you chase something that can never be caught? Will you die pursuing clouds that have no real solidity? Even when you do reach those clouds, you’ll be left standing on nothing, because that’s what clouds are. Emptiness. You won’t be happy or peaceful. You’ll just be empty. That’s all.

We’re living in a fake society. Fake standards. Fake happiness. Fake, fake, fake. We’re deluded.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not completely against all these things, but this shouldn’t be our life goals. It shouldn’t be our priorities. We can’t be sheep, just doing whatever the world tells us to do. They’re just trying to sell their products. No one particularly cares how our lives turn out.

I wish people would just focus on the important things in life. Like maybe how so many people are dying of starvation out there while you steadily throw your money around.

And most importantly, your money won’t buy you friends. Not real friends, anyway. So at the end of the day, who’re you trying to impress?

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Nominated for the Liebster Award!


liebster-blog-awards-2 So a really, really sweet person read my post about the Hijab and its misconceptions today, and decided that I deserved the Liebster Award! Thank you to Aquila Nabila, for being that person. (She’s got a really wonderful blog about Hijab styling, by the way.)

The Liebster Award is basically an award given to bloggers by other bloggers, all completely online. It’s designed to get (new) bloggers linked within the blogosphere and to encourage them to keep going. It’s very similar to a chain letter, where one person gets the award and then nominates other people who they feel deserve it.

So anyway, here are the rules:
  • Acknowledge the blogger who nominated you and display the award. 
  • Answer 11 questions that the blogger gives you.
  • Give 11 random facts about yourself.
  • Nominate 11 bloggers who you think are deserving of the award.
  • Let the bloggers know that you nominated them.
  • Give them 11 questions to answer.
My answers to aquila’s questions:

Describe your personal style in 3 words.

Umm…simple, classy and comfortable. I’m not really good with this whole ‘style’ thing. I had to ask my mum for pointers.

What is your craziest memory with your best friend?

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Yes, I wear the Hijab, and no, I’m not oppressed.


Growing up as a Muslim in the West, I know that I’m constantly (and sometimes indirectly) being judged for the simple reason that I’m different. And people don’t usually understand difference. And the problem with that is that most people are afraid of things they don’t understand. And then they say things that make no sense at all, and that’s what makes it all really quite funny.

Take the Hijab, for example. In my frank opinion, anyone who opposes the Hijab or Niqab or any sort of Islamic covering has absolutely no idea what they’re talking about. Because it only takes a good and thorough understanding of the Hijab to make one see the lies behind the stereotypes of today.

But really, there’s no point going on about how misunderstood Muslims are, without even attempting to clear at least some of the common misconceptions. So today, I’m going to do just that, to the best of my abilities. Continue reading

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What has the world come to?


So I watched this video today. It is a program that was telecast by the Australian Broadcasting Corporation. A joint investigation by Four Corners and The Australian newspaper reveals evidence that shows that the army is targeting Palestinian boys for arrest and detention. It reveals very disturbing truths about the episodes that have become everyday events in the war zone that is Palestine. This includes arresting children in the middle of the night, ruthlessly questioning them and then forcing a confession out of them for things they claim to have never done.

Words can’t describe how sad and tearful this made me. Whatever religious and political differences there may be between the Palestinians and Israelis, it seems to me that things have been taken too far this time. Children are not ‘weapons of fear’. They can’t be used and accused simply because you feel the war slipping away from you. Wake up, people. What happened to the humanity and world peace we all seem so eager to spread? I feel sick to my stomach sitting here everyday, thinking about the children and families dying not just in Palestine, but everywhere. And do you know what the worst thing is? There’s nothing I can do about it: not yet anyway.This feeling of helplessness just kills me and yet I am able to do nothing

Watching this video made me realise one thing, if nothing else. It made me see what a wicked and unjust place this world can be. It’s easy to just sit back and say, “Well, no one ever said life was fair,” but we’re not the ones dying. We’re not the ones losing our families and siblings and children. We’re the ones who just complain, watch videos and then make useless comments like I am doing now. We’re the ones who fight about and for things that don’t matter at all and forget about the really important things in this world like, justice and peace and human life. We are wasted as a race, and it makes me sick.

It seems like I’m repeating this phrase too many times these days, but it’s true: this world has become a sad, sad place.

Nafisa Anvar.

Understanding the ridiculous


schoolI want to be a doctor. My friend wants to be a fashion designer. My other friend wants to own a line of hotels.

At school, I study Maths, Science, Humanities, English, Literature and Health. So do my friends.

These subjects are somehow going to get me into medicine, my friend into fashion designing and my other friend into hotel management. Because somehow, we’re all going to need to use Pythagoras’ theorem and know how the plate tectonics under the Earth move in our respective futures.

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