I was looking forward to seeing my homeland again as well as all my friends and The One Who Leaves Me Breathless.
And I was anxiously waiting for Harvard University to tell me if they would give me admission or not.
A year later, I'm in Pakistan, preparing to leave for America.
I'm looking forward to healing.
I haven't given up. I'm just hurting too much.
And I'm waiting for Rowan University to reply to my application.
It's a journey of 326 miles from Harvard to Rowan. I've come a long way.
It's my Blogoversary. That means that it's been a year since I started my blog. And to celebrate it-it's 2:26 a.m. and I just woke up after dreaming of taking pictures with a professional camera with The One Who Leaves Me Breathless and unbelievably, my head hurts worse than it has all three days of my migraine but I still feel like celebrating having survived for so long-I have two guest posts from two amazing people.
It's like a birthday when you get texts & Facebook notifications saying 'Happy Blogoversary!'
The first is from Mahnoor (a.k.a. The Butterfly Effect).
I'm honored to write something for my favorite follower :)
I don't personally know you. I mean I do but I dunno. I mean your blog is all personal so I do know you personally. We've chatted a couple of times but that's it. Even though communication between us has been minimal I feel as though i see myself in you when i was 19. You're at the height of emotions. I've been there. and I know how it feels. It's like there's just too much of feeling inside us but we've got no one to share it with, or at least no one who captures its intensity.
When i read about Aral and Ayza and about the one who leaves you breathless it makes me feel happy for you but it also makes me feel sad. Because reading from what you write it seems as though what you're giving isn't being returned to you not even close to the level it should be.
Recently, once again i discovered that the cure to the soul lies only and only in the remembrance of our Creator. And kiddo, believe it or not, your soul is hurting. I see it in all your posts. the damage that is being done isn't just to your heart or your brain or just your body. It goes way beyond. I've been through a situation where my soul hurt so bad and i wished that I had someone who could have told me to hold myself together. But there wasn't. And maybe I sound like a busy body to you but honestly, I am being sincere.
You know God has made humans such that we crave for love. And no matter how much we deny it we fall in love over and over and over again. Yes, "the one" love happens only once but it doesn't mean that the rest of it is any less beautiful.
think about it.
and oh, BTW, happy Blogoversary :D
Something for your followers:
Guys, he's an amazing kid. Got a heart of liquid gold. and I hope its also true about his brains ;)
If I were a few years younger and of course unmarried, he would have long been past the one who leaves him breathless :P
I can't believe I'm hitting on a kid :P Jokes aside, he's a great kid. and from what I've read a great son too.
keep blogging kiddo and have a happy and purposeful life.
And the second is from Areesha at Me, Myself, and I.
When I first started my blog 'Me, Myself and I' (terrible name, I know), I did not expect to have many followers which was true for the first 2 or 3 months. Then an amazing person called Ovais (a.k.a Cheeku )became my follower and BOOM! I became a part of the Blogger family; something I never thought would be possible.
After he added me on Facebook and we exchanged numbers, we became like the best of friends. Which involves me telling him about the craziness that is my life and the two of us helping the other during those despicable bouts of depression that we're prone to.
Cheeku, you're the best friend I have, the sweetest, kindest, most generous and the weirdest person I know (second to Zeezu in craziness of course). I know you're always there for me and you know I'm always here for you. I'll never regret the day you came into my life. Love you, mate =)
P.S. Come to Rawalpindi already so that I can take you to Gloria Jeans =P
P.P.S. This is the suckiest guest post I've written and I'm gonna write a proper post for you once I'm free.
