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Clear loud whisper, her voice effortlessly strumming chords from within.
until the last word finished reverberating inside your being, you realise how entranced you were.
The power that such a few words have.
As the room instantly dissipated from the awkward, stiff, societal gathering. Something pure and honest swept across and allowed them to realise what love actually means. Many were speechless as they felt the foreign air move past them.
Then you analyse the poem, you see the contrast between the two paragraphs.
The first section is filled with optimism and naivety. It represents Demelza’s position with Ross. She has her heart and soul open to him, free of any shackles.
The second part would be representing Ross, his reservations and expectation of heartbreak.
Looking even deeper into the poem, you see how they both balance each other out. Like ying and yang. Demelza is quick to see the rose for its beauty, whereas Ross sees it for all the pain it will cause.
The beauty of the rose is showcased in its prettily placed petals that vary in colour and size. They are usually presented as gifts and its outwardly appearance is beautiful. Its looks gentle and inviting.
That same rose is mounted on a stern stem, barely visible from the adornment of the petals. Along the shaft of the stem sharp thorns protrude, strong enough to draw blood. Experienced minds would approach with skepticism. Whereas inexperienced individuals would blindly shoot out there hands and pick it up, not once thinking that freedom to follow their hearts could cause them harm. A rose expresses both of these qualities within itself. Both very different but still encompassed in the same object.
So this poem is celebrating the stark differences between Ross and Demelza. Just like the rose and all its quirks, Ross and Demelza belong to each other.
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{And speak to people good [words] } Quran (2,83) البقرة - الآية 83
Need to get up of my sofa and do something meaningful
This is so shocking, i didn't realise the level of my ignorance. Here's my driving instructor trying to convert me to rastafarism. And telling me all this stuff that are about me, where my people are originated from. All i'm doing is sitting here listening to all of this, knowing i haven't got the knowledge to debate, or at least discuss what he's saying.
udfjvgfjxkl !! Need to get up, and gain some knowledge. Not going to rely on people to feed me it.
Yesterday i got through one of the most terrifying, yet weirdly hilarious days of my life. I realized 2 things: 1.how nothings ever guaranteed, and 2. not all doctors are like the ones from Grey's Anatomy.
firstly, let me begin with the 'event'. Me and my friend lets call her Z, where in the prayer room. i was fixing my scarf and strategically placed my pin between my top and bottom teeth. She was going on about something. And i was planning the rest of my day in my head, how much work i need to get through how long its going to take ect. I was relaxed, nothing was bothering me. Then A said or did something funny (cant remember exactly) but the next thing i know i could feel the pin at the back of my throat. i panicked straight away and was on my hands and knees making the most inhumane noise ever. panicked took over me and i was already thinking about death, remembering stories of previous people this happened to. Did they survive or die. I remember thinking Alhamdullilah that i had wudhu.
I was consumed by my fear, but came back to reality when somebody started punching my lower back. Z was screaming 'whats wrong! what shall i do' whilst treating my back as a drum, which didn't help (but i'm so grateful had her there). Tried to speak to tell her to call the ambulance, but was so scared to move my mouth, just in case it made it worse. Somehow i mumbled 'ambulance'. She finally realized and began a pointless search for my phone, when i'm sure she had hers in her pocket. by now i've stop making the inhumane, animal screech/ cough and was concentrating on my breathing. Z ran out of the room and into the men's area and screamed 'please come help!'.
At that moment, i wouldn't say i wasn't scared, but the shocked stage passed.
When they came in Z told one of the guys, 'i havent got credit, could you call 911!' (BTW we live in Britain). I tried so hard not to laugh as i fought between laughter and fear of choking to death.
One of the guys, thinking he was helping, came over telling me not to worry. whilst i had a my hands full of saliva. I got up moving away from him,making it clear i needed my space. Because it was really humiliating, even i knew that in my state. once i cleaned up and was waiting for the ambulance. Whilst i had my head bent trying to keep the needle at a specific angle in my throat and concentrating on not swallowing, One of the people who were there came over asking if i was okay, whilst suppressing a smile. I remembered the noises i was making and prayed to god no-one witnessed it.
This is becoming long winded so let me cut to the chase. even though i already knew life is not guaranteed, i never realized how quickly things can change. This just lets me know that i cant delay changes that i have to make. I'm actually very grateful that this happened to me. So that i can relate back to the fear i had for the first few minutes, and remind myself every time i slip in life.
And the second thing is, the NHS. What can i say, they made me wait for them for 45 minutes and in the end i had to walk it there. And when i got there the doctor was asking me 'what i think should be done to fix the situation'. Like really? he looked so confused, i shouldn't have let him put that camera done my nose. The atmosphere was dull, no excitement to their jobs or anything. Inshallah, if i ever reach my goal of being a doctor, i'd be a great one. And the opposite of everything i witnessed at the hospital.
let me just end it like this. X-rays, don't only show your bones! The way i laughed when i seen my chest X-ray.
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