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ONE DAY

Anger is a heavy burden to bear.  I have choked and drowned myself with enough of it, and now I am tired. This burden will cease to be mine, and now it will be only yours; and one day you will realise the weight of it. One day I will accept that I will never be able to convince you of the light of goodness, and perhaps one day I will forgive you. But on the Last Day, when my Lord asks me who tormented me, my lips may not speak ill of you, but my bones will stay silent no longer.

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TO SAY GOODBYE

I've often wondered that the circle is the most beautiful shape, because it has no beginning and it has no end. It's infinite, and it's perfect. But life often exists in lines, with beginnings, and with endings. And the only peace that exists in them are in the moments of perfection. We crave, and create, the poetry behind these moments; to say the perfect goodbye. But not every ending is poetic, and not every ending will give you peace. What is a line, is a line, and will never curve in to infinity. Life doesn't unravel poetically, it's about symmetry. It's about balance. As there is pain, there is joy, and as there is bad, there is good, and just as there is chaos - there will be beauty.                                                                                               Isn't that poetic?

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UNITY (Read More)

We all were born of one man, and one woman, and have since all scattered the Earth - differentiating in to our own nations. 

Together, we make a thousand shades of colour.

Your speech is different to mine, your songs, your land, your thoughts. Your food is different to mine, your dance, your clothes, your beliefs.

But just as your body craves the crisp air of dawn, and the mellowing sunsets - so does mine. As my bare feet long to walk upon this Earth, so do yours. The skin around your eyes wrinkle when you smile, and so do mine. Just as I bleed when I am wounded, so do you. You perceive this world, just as I do. And I learn and feel, just as you do.

We are not the same. When we embrace, our colours stand bold in their contrast, but one thing unites us.

You are my brother.

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Museum of Marrakech

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SHE WILL FIND FASCINATION IN THE VERY THING THAT YOU ARE DOING NOW

For the chair that you always sit in at the library, the long walks you take to school, the football you play at the park and the long journeys you take to come home for the weekend. The comic books you read, the TV shows you watch, and that café you always go to. For helping that kind lady up the stairs, and the way you browse the bookstore. The way you scream in joy when your team scores. The way you shake your biro to get the ink flowing, and the way you tie up the dustbin when it's full. The way you turn your page, the tilt of your head as you read, and for the stranger you smiled at. You will tell of all these to a woman one day, and she will wonder how you looked and give a piece of her heart to every part of you that you reveal.

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"And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."

Khalil Gibran writes this in his book, The Prophet, and I think it's one of the most beautiful but also one of the saddest quotes I've read. In more colloquial terms, we know this by, "you can never fully appreciate what you have until it's gone". A friend of mine used to always vehemently argue that and say that you can, you CAN completely understand and appreciate what you have, when you have it. I agree - you definitely can, it's just that we can tend not to. That's because of our foolish acceptance of the continuity of life. If we knew, or assumed, that tomorrow we would be separated - then we would never fail to appreciate and delve in the depth of our love. In our final moments, nothing else will matter, and it is so beautiful to see the strengthening of the love between two people as they part - the longing, and the absolute adoration. It could be described like every fibre of your being reaching out and pulling them closer, just to hold on for that much longer. To fill every gap and space between you, that there ever was.

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Boating along Al Qasr Hotel, Jumeirah, Dubai

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ME

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"Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world."

What Gustave Flaubert says here, reminds me of what Neil Armstrong described what seeing the Earth was like from space. He said, "It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.". I was reading a chapter from a GCSE Physics textbook the other day, and it was discussing the Sun and how in our galaxy there are billions of other stars, and in the Universe there are billions of other galaxies. BILLIONS. That's NINE zeroes. Right now, being in London, I'm thinking about the Himalayas and how far away they are. How long it would take me to get to the top of Mount Everest say, and I am mind-blown. I'm thinking about our world and how there are corners of it that are untouched, that there is just SO much to see. Inside the four walls of my room, the vastness of the world doesn't strike me. But if I just walk over to the window, look out, and see the moon or the stars - I'm completely humbled. Just think of all of the space between you and them, and how many other people are gazing at the same thing. Can you imagine the size of the rest of everything?

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Souvenir Shopping in Marrakech

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Museum of Marrakech