In other words, don’t be me
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My Odyssey So Fine, It Dares To Defy This Very Time.
The names Mushba-- not Mishbah, not Muzbah, or Bushra, Mushba, M-U-S-H-B-A. I'm 18, in the most delightful country in the world (Pakistan), have the most revered of beliefs (Islam); i'm also sarcastic, but i'd like to think i have a nice of humour, as i steer through these difficult waters i've suddenly found myself in, with the help of a blog no one reads, and a tumblr where i post whatever my heart desires. Currently, due to these difficult waters, i'm neglecting my online life to get a real life, but i'm sure you neglect a few things yourself, so we're even. Feel free to say hi (i'm very nice), or stalk (i can be very rude too!); whatever tickles your fancy.
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In other words, don’t be me
What would you do?….you make the
Don’t look for a punch line, there isn’t one.
Read it anyway.
My question is: Would you have
made the same choice?
At a fundraising dinner for a
school that serves children with
learning disabilities, the father of
one of the students delivered a
speech that would never be
forgotten by all who attended.
After extolling the school and its
Dedicated staff, he offered a
‘When not interfered with by
outside influences, everything
nature does, is done with
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn
things as other children do. He
cannot understand things as other
Where is the natural order of
things in my son?’
The audience was stilled by the
The father continued.. ‘I believe
that when a child like Shay, who
was mentally and physically
disabled comes into the world, an
opportunity to realize true
human nature presents itself, and
it comes in the way other people
treat that child.’
Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park
where some boys Shay knew were
Shay asked, ‘Do you think they’ll let
I knew that most of the boys would
not want someone like Shay on
their team, but as a fatherI also
understood that if my son were
allowed to play, it would give
him a much-needed sense of
belonging and some confidence to
be accepted by others in spite of his
I approached one of the boys on the
field and asked (not expecting much)
if Shay could play.
The boy looked around for
guidance and said, ‘We’re losing by
six runs and the game is in the
eighth inning. I guess he can be on
our team and we’ll try to put him in
to bat in the ninth inning.’
Shay struggled over to the team’s
bench and, with a broad smile, put
on a team shirt. I watched with a
small tear in my eye and warmth in
my heart. The boys saw my joy at
my son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning,
Shay’s team scored a few runs but
was still behind by three.
In the top of the ninth inning, Shay
put on a glove and played in the
right field. Even though no hits
came his way, he was obviously
ecstatic just to be in the game
and on the field, grinning from ear
to ear as I waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning,
Shay’s team scored again.
Now, with two outs and the bases
loaded, the potential winning run
was on base and Shay was
scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay
bat and give away their chance to
win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the
bat. Everyone knew that a hit was
all but impossible because Shay
didn’t even know how to hold the
bat properly, much less connect
with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the
Plate, the pitcher, recognizing that
the other team was putting winning
aside for this moment in Shay’s life,
moved in a few steps to lob the ball
in softly so Shay could at least
The first pitch came and Shay
swung clumsily and missed.
The pitcher again took a few steps
forward to toss the ball softly
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at
the ball and hit a slow ground ball
right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over.
The pitcher picked up the soft
grounder and could have easily
thrown the ball to the first
Shay would have been out and that
would have been the end of the
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball
right over the first baseman’s head,
out of reach of all team mates.
Everyone from the stands and both
teams started yelling, ‘Shay, run to
first! Run to first!’
Never in his life had Shay ever run
that far, but he made it to first base.
He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, ‘Run to second,
run to second!’
Catching his breath, Shay
awkwardly ran towards second,
gleaming and struggling to
make it to the base.
By the time Shay rounded towards
second base, the right fielder had
the ball . The smallest guy on their
team who now had his first chance
to be the hero for his team.
He could have thrown the ball to
the second-baseman for the tag, but
he understood the pitcher’s
intentions so he, too, intentionally
threw the ball high and far
over the third-baseman’s head.
Shay ran toward third base
deliriously as the runners
ahead of him circled the bases
All were screaming, ‘Shay, Shay,
Shay, all the Way Shay’
Shay reached third base because
the opposing shortstop ran to help
him by turning him in the direction
of third base, and shouted, ‘Run to
third! Shay, run to third!’
As Shay rounded third, the boys
from both teams, and the
spectators, were on their feet
screaming, ‘Shay, run home! Run
Shay ran to home, stepped on the
plate, and was cheered as the hero
who hit the grand slam and won
the game for his team
‘That day’, said the father softly
with tears now rolling down his
face, ‘the boys from both teams
helped bring a piece of true love
and humanity into this world’.
Shay didn’t make it to another
He died that winter, having
never forgotten being the hero and
making me so happy, and coming
home and seeing his Mother
tearfully embrace her little hero
of the day!
AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE
TO THIS STORY:
We all send thousands of jokes
through the e-mail without a
second thought, but when it comes
to sending messages about life
choices, people hesitate.
The crude, vulgar, and often
obscene pass freely through
cyberspace, but public discussion
about decency is too often
suppressed in our schools and
If you’re thinking about forwarding
this message, chances are that
you’re probably sorting out the
people in your address book who
aren’t the ‘appropriate’ ones to
receive this type of message
Well, the person who sent you this
believes that we all can make a
We all have thousands of
opportunities every single
day to help realize the ‘natural
order of things.’
So many seemingly trivial
interactions between two
people present us with a choice:
Do we pass along a little spark of
love and humanity
or do we pass up those
opportunities and leave the
world a little bit colder in the
A wise man once said every society
is judged by how it treats it’s least
fortunate amongst them.
You now have two choices:
May your day, be a Shay
“I just realised something : If men, if husband’s, were allowed to go & see the ultrasounds with their wives, then perhaps the need for a son would change, then perhaps, they’d man up & realise what is to come; that just maybe, & my emphasis on maybe, they’d realise, as they see that heartbeat on the screen, that what they’re getting is a gift from God & no other; that a healthy baby is as close as they’ll get to witnessing a miracle.
Maybe, if they could see it, they’d see in their wives something else, something other than their living property they use for sex or as a trophy; that they’d realise the journey a woman makes, from a daughter to a wife & to a mother, the journey that their own mothers have made before; that the journey of a human being, of an individual, begins not by their own choice, but by the choice of 2 individuals, (whether that choice was true & sincere or simply idiotic bliss,i’ll let you judge that), that the journey then begins, starting from the womb, & moving to the end when that individual is born; then it’s everybody’s journey, your all in it together, & a child need’s his/her parent’s to have created a sincere mutual love between them whilst the child in question was still in the tummy, for if that mutual respect & sincere love aren’t there, then the environment of a family isn’t there. It is mutual respect that helps a couple succeed; in this case, the respect of the father for the mother’s creation, & the mothers mutual respect for the father’s compassion, & for embedding that creation. Without that environment, any chances you have of creating a compassionate individual, a truly humane individual, pretty much go down the drain.
If they realised that some women, believe it or not, feel like dirt, irrespective of their academic & professional achievements, until their husbands finally come up to them & say: “Honey i’m proud of you”, then maybe thing’s would change, mindset’s would change, the country & the world change. Every woman, even an anti-marriage-i’m-not-having-biological-kids-with-Prince-Charming kind of woman like myself, knows the significance that becoming a wife holds, having had that image pounded & embedded in our minds since childhood; so when our own lovers, the ones we devote ourselves to, don’t even dare to tell us whether they’re proud of us or not, ( I Love You being trivial compared to this, i feel), then how can we be happy & proud & self satisfied?
A human bond has never held more significance then that of a couple before/during their childs creation, & after that child has entered this world.
Do you think these idiotic husbands, ( ESPECIALLY the ones in my neck of the woods), could ever realise this? Or even the mindless young wives i sometimes come across? Is it possible that either one has even bothered to think about this? NO; just because someone goes on & on about love doesn’t mean they know what it actually is & the significance it holds; Casanova went on & on about it, & he my did he get it on ;) ”
“I’ve realised that it’s better to avoid feeling any pity or sympathy for anyone, for it is only going to add insult to injury, literally. In place of both, simply feel compassion; for unlike the formerly mentioned, it can be felt for anyone without much emotional change, or acquaintance of any kind, but compassion can be felt for all, without having to know the past of those in question, but simply their present situation. Pity & sympathy require a certain amount of knowledge, acquaintance, & understanding, which all develop from personal experiences with that person in question, & hence the level of pity & sympathy are customised to that person & their relation to us. They require, also, a certain something to arouse them, whilst compassion need’s little help to exert itself. Compassion is much purer emotion; it is everlasting once truly embedded in that mind. Compassion is more effective as well; we become better, more kinder, more caring for all; we become human. Compassion takes no time to arouse & function, unlike the former; it does not die nor resurrect, for it is always alive in our being, in who we are everyday. _________________________________________________________________________________ ‘Your sympathy won’t do for me, so please leave it dutifully/ Forget that we ever persisted, of friendship that ever existed/ For pity i cannot take, but you continue to give it to me which causes my heart to break/ I will be more compassionate, though i know i lack in it/ I will be the one you’ve wanted for so long, i’m terribly sorry for being so headstrong/ I pity you not, all because, i see in you nothing but love’
“The common perception that only those holding public office have real power is wrong; anyone who’s grown up in a country like mine knows it goes beyond that, that anyone having wealth beyond their mean’s holds great power, & anyone with little or no wealth hold’s only the right to be abused by the rich & powerful. & believe me, those with power will abuse it, one way or another.
When one with power is left alone with that power, & the temptation’s that surround them, then corruption, on all level’s & of any kind, is bound to occur.From the politicians in public office, to the celebrities, to the elite & simply well off, all possess power, for all possess money of excess mean’s, so hence, all are corrupt, for they have no idea how to use their power, so it end’s up being simply abused.
Power, true power, need’s a problem to solve, or else it’ll become a problem itself; when we, whom fortune has favoured financially & socially, are left with excess mean’s, to our own false devices, then something wrong & unnecessary will take place; fashion brand’s, large estates, & other material & unnecessary concept’s have sprouted from people like ourselves, people with too much money, & a mind not broad enough to understand how to optimize that money. –This concept baffles me; that people who are savvy enough to know as to how to make money, fail to be savvy enough to spend it; i don’t defame a luxurious lifestyle simply from what i see, but from what i understand: If you, one who has worked hard to earn that money, simply spends it extravagantly on material that can easily be stolen & lost & destroyed, call this an investment? If i’m going to spend bundles of money on something, i mean serious load’s of money, i want it to be an investment of some sort, an investment that’ll return to me not material, but something better, something that can’t be destroyed, something that can’t be bought but earned.
The only way to tackle the problem of corruption on this level, on the level of having excess mean’s—the only way to truly invest your hard earned money—is to humble ourselves; in this day & age, images of hopelessness & heartbreak reach news channels moments after a disaster has taken place; be moved by those images, from the baby who has no family left, to the mother who lost her child, to simply the most gut wrenching of stories & graphic of situation’s; humble yourself with these people, & realise the world is much bigger than that plastic globe in your classroom, that there are people more worthy of the mean’s you, not they, possess. It is only by using our excess mean’s, by being a better person, a more humane human being, that we will feel something that no one else can unless they do same act’s: the irreplaceable gratitude & warmth of a human being in need.”
“Recently i found out a fact that has been baffling & stunning me since it’s discovery.
A Child Dies Every 6 Seconds!!
So if i’m calculating correctly:
Thats 10 Children No More In 1 Minute
600 Children Lifeless In 1 Hour
14400 Children Dead In 24 Hours
& it shakes me to my core each time. How is this humanly possible? How is it that whilst i’m typing this, some child possibly more deserving of this life, losing theirs at the other end of the globe, or just the continent or country?? How can it be possible?!! For Heaven’s sake it’s every 6 seconds!! Where are these children? Whats the cause of it all? How can i help??
6 Seconds…that’s what bothers me..why so soon, why so quickly? How can this be fair? This is more than unfair! Here i am, given the chance of opportunity, surrounded by a crazy yet loving family, with all the facilities to make my life easy, &, might i add, as fat as a pig i am, whilst children, who if given the mean’s & the opportunity, could contribute to the world somehow, whether that be curing diseases, or breaking down barriers & leading us into a more hopeful future, can’t even survive rather than dream of those mean’s.
This just makes me want to beat my head against the wall…many may argue this is life & we have to accept it & move on, i refuse! I’m not going to accept this like everything, & move on & forget about this, forget about my own life; just because something isn’t fair doesn’t mean you just forget about it & move on; your parents are ‘unfair’ to you, but do you forget about it? You dare to defy them so fiercely & happily, & yet, when something worthwhile come’s along, something worth saving, changing & defending, what do you do? You just forget, it doesn’t matter, cause it doesn’t involve you or your life…WRONG! How dare you forget your place; how dare you hear this fact & fail to realise that you’ve been given something very special, that you’ve been given a miracle to have lived so long with so many mean’s & comfort’s & whatnot. & if you’ve realised that, how can you not be moved..moved, you should be overwhelmed & crying right now…
Let’s not accept this, let’s make this the most unfair occurrence in the world, & defy the Dumb&Deaf Blonde culture, & care for once; let’s prove to everyone, but most importantly ourselves, that we deserve this chance of life, that we’ve earned & will continue to earn it; do anything you want, as long as it’s for someone else, someone less fortunate but more humane than you, & it’s done with compassion; go donate, volunteer, or simply ReBlog or Copy/Paste this fact or whatever…at least spread the word & remind people of what they have.
I’d go on longer..but the thought that someone’s dying as i type this overwhelming & frustrating me once more..”
A Child Dies Every 6 Seconds!!
Thats 10 Children No More In 1 Minute
600 Children Lifeless In 1 Hour
14400 Children Dead In 24 Hours
Track: Just you ;
Album: American Me .
“Thats Six-Hundred-Thousand lives scared, hungry, ill & unsheltered & unprotected. They’ve gone from being in a good enough position to being in position at all, with society straining to pay attention to them. Imagine if you’d lost your house, the majority of your belongings; that computer you so cherish your time with, your comfortable bed, your TV, your fridge…everything lost, leaving only with a few things that you can carry with you, as you travel across dirty, flooded lands, with thousands of other people in the same, desperate position, with the fear that desperation may cause these very people to do something to you. Your children are crying, scared, & hungry; you’re hungry. Its been miles since you started walking, or days since you’ve been stranded on your own or someone else’s roof. The mosquitoes are getting under your skin, literally it feels. You don’t feel well yourself. & you think, ‘Where is the world? Where are my fellow countrymen? They know i’m in such a horrible state, but i see no relief of any kind, material or emotional’. Then you either wonder where’s God, or God is your only friend left. You become desperate yourself, envying those you managed to carry off more material possessions than you, thinking of stealing. Or maybe, your thinking why haven’t your relatives called; why haven’t they visited to ask you to move out of that God forsaken shelter & into their home…we are family after all?
This is, at best, what those SIX HUNDRED THOUSAND are going through, maybe even worse that i fail to depict for you. They are lacking in basic resources of all sorts, from shelter to medicine to clothes, & of course, the most basic need of all, food; they are getting ill because of thirst, they drink the water from the floods, & contract all sorts of preventable diseases. Now is NOT the time to criticise governments or holidaying politicians, now is the time for a country to prove its worth to its predecessors watching from the heavens, NOW is the time for Humanity to prove their worth to the Lord watching from above, prove that we can come together, all walks of life, the believing & non believing, the whites,blacks,Asians,Muslims,Christians,Jews,Hindus,Buddhists; that we understand the value of humanity, the value of each other.
I’m 16, & my family is not affected by the floods, but we’re in a tolerable & intolerable financial position ourselves, but i still want to try for others; i want to ask you, my fellow beings, to help our brothers & sisters, OUR children, survive this tragedy, & take it as an opportunity you’ve always wanted, that opportunity to be someone. I want to ask you to give them hope, to give me hope, that there are good people in the world, people who understand the meaning of another beyond the aspect of lustful teenage vampire love. http://wfp.org http://unicef.org
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