January 29, 2010

My greatest fear is true

The strangest thing in life is that which hides the capability of drifting throw your pages in a matter of seconds. It alters your reality like a thunder strikes a tree regardless of its age, shape, size or even progress in life. We are all destined with the same destinies one way or another. These are lessons I merely hear nowadays whereas before I learned them each time I met someone, did something or witnessed the most trivial projects of humanity, I learned something. I had lost that wondrous ability quite some time ago mainly because I no longer was able to smile at the goofy things my friends provide in my presence in an attempt to lighten me up, brighten up my day and eventually devour my explicit negativity.


Awkwardly, the most altering event in my life is not the greatest as few might already have a perception on what that may be and a lot will be wondering about. You would imagine the death of my mother at the age of twelve, my father's abandonment a couple of years later, my lack of trust in people, the atrocious approaches that has bedazzled my complete faith in morality, my ever-growing hatred towards the tedious everyday human pleasures found in every possible simplicity of life, and conformists. I hate it all; it ruined my innocence, peace, faith and spoiled the beautiful spirit I always used to be. Still wondering where I am going? I see!


My biggest disappointment today is that, regardless of millions and millions of acquaintances, many friends, classmates, and co-workers and so on and so forth, out of all the people I ever met in my life, the one person I trust with blind sight trusts me not at all.

I am not close with family you see, a rebellious twenty years old college girl seeking liberation who had never been a conformist her entire life will never be close to family unless she resigns herself to reality and reality will not resign to me!


Shockingly, the only person who has seen my worst days and best, knows what I am and not, what I want and not, how I get mad for no reason, purpose or use, does not finds me turstworthy in any matter. Again, I have shared myself with others in every possible way but my mind and lost them all with no exceptions, and with this disappointing, if I may call it, acquaintance, I lost what is left of trust and faith in humans within me!





Imagine it being like this, growing up in a broken family like Romeo and Juliette', but in this case the lovers are happily married, or so fro a period of time they thought. Both families are at conflict all their lives, even after they died, considering the end of this love dilemma, each family blames the other for the death of their member and that leads to epidemic struggle. Thus, the children being the seeds of this forbidden love are the victims left behind, I made up a new chapter you see, and the everlasting hatred in the hearts of the families blinds them from seeing the harm subjected upon their own blood, the poor kids. I have a similar scenario, one would not expect, and I live a life of missing affection in a very conformist and traditionalist society that seeks segregation in every possible way and form rather than the positive conformity that aims at unifying the people. Being there, in the midst of the bloodshed and the battles, I lost my morality which I have been trying to regain for years now, what long years these are!


Not many appreciate my relationship to symbolism and figurative speech as well as my sanctuary until they know who I was, where I am and where I am going to be. Except for one person, who has shared with me all this for almost my entire life.


 
Thy is to my heart's ever near. It suffocates me greatly dear, you are the one that I to am always sincere yet I fail to be as close as I always dreamt to a person's warmth I'd be bared. I reckon my past, my present and future. The pain, the hurt and all the sorrow. I reckon I can be who I was and I will deal as if I am but I will never have been what I dreamt always of ever reaching. It confuses me as much as it scares me, it confuses my mind. I cannot fall backwards into the arms of humans for lack of trust but I chose to do that with you but today I no longer do.


 
I love you sis but I wished you knew I do.

December 17, 2009

Investigatin me!



Good morning, evening and night to you dearest of readers,




It is never too late and for sure never wrong to introduce yourself over and over again from time to time, just to make sure people get to know "the blogger" and keep them interested in reading even more about "you".



Let's start...




My name is Fatima Jamal Bunafoor, a just-turned-20-years-old college girl majoring in English Language & Literature and minoring in American Studies in the University of Bahrain. I am a second daughter with an older brother and three younger sisters, Mary J 19, and the twin Zain and Farah who are 12 years old. Mom passed away about 7 years ago and dad took on a new bachelor’s lifestyle a couple months right after her death. He remarried, losing all five of us, got two new sons and got divorced about two years later. Granma went through hell trying to get our custody since dad was a really "nice" gentleman and the demon from hell, his wife that is, managed to torture my baby twin sisters who were only six years old at the time.




Ever since, we have moved in and out of about 4 houses till we settled down here right opposite dad's house with my mom's family, awkward isn't it! Now, we, that is ALL 10 of us including my sisters, brother, grandma, her two sisters - my great aunts, my direct aunt, and her son and daughter- my cousin. A full house you may say!



Enough details, back to the main subject - that is - ME! Kiddin'..


I barely made it through high school to college, I was not at all excited about studying because I was always frustrated with life, negative and depressed - the usual teen mentality. I am a very superstitious person not in the pattern that goes around walking in the street and runs into a black cat or an owl and gets freaked out, but in the sense that I over thinking stuff that at some points I believe I am paranoid and have daydreams that feel like premonitions about bad things that might happen. Oddly enough, a lot of those things do turn true. This obsession with analyzing, questioning, over thinking and insecurity has led me to suffer from a lot of phobias of heights, transportations, speed, darkness, stairs, sharp weapons, water, and even speaking to people freely. Insane I know!


Now you probably think I am seriously troubled but I am not =P.. Ask anyone, they all love me! And I am not even kidding! I wish I was it is killing me sometimes..




Moving on, what else... What else???



Oh yeah,, Relationships.. Ohhh.. spicy, naah! Pretty much normal..



Let's see..




Family-wise, I am unable to really connect with my family. I sometimes feel like I am this wild untamed horse belonging to the wild yet held in a closed stable and no one dares to brush her hair. I find peace in being absolutely forgotten and once I am remembered I erupted like a violent volcanic explosion scaring all those in the way. I can be pretty much hurtful because I am very much the keep it all in kind of person till the tipping point arrives, then, you do not really want to be around to witness that. Nonetheless, I love my family, yada yada yada and all that usual nonsense which amazingly is always true.




Friendship-wise, do not believe in it, yet all the people I know think I am one of their closest friends, I intend no cruelness, and all I do is try to be helpful for the sole aim of being moral nothing more or less, and this morality attaches friendship to such a relationship. My closest of people do understand that very clearly and try to work it out but never really grasp it but it always ends up harming them because I always just try to be nice even though I pretend like friendship is working out for me till the point it doesn't. To top all of this, I currently have two great best friends whom I really trust out of all people in ways I am unable to describe and I am fortunate to be able to trust anyone at all again in my life, past has been pleasant and you only seen the proof print with the flowery pictures as in all stories I suppose.




Boys-wise, not too crazy about them, never thought it was important to have a boyfriend, oh wait I am not supposed to say that it is forbidden, I mean fiancé people. I said nothing; it is all in your imaginations. I liked a guy kind of for about 3 years since high school but never really got to get to know him in a way that made me thinking "Yep, he is something." Though he really was something, he is still today a very dear brother of mine and I respect him to death. This year, I met an old friend who I always thought was cute, but innocent I never thought of anyone more than a friend brother. I got to know him even better, being the decent, handsome and the most thoughtful gentleman in the world that he is I found myself saying "Yes, he is a keeper." Yet, I failed =P.. The reasons are that I am a chicken, no, not really! I just was not comfortable with the whole idea of being in a relationship and being nervous all the times sends out the wrong signal. Big no no if you ask me. And we lived happily ever after.




People-wise, I love everything about it. The only things I really hate are that I cannot seem to be able to keep a straight face, be brutally honest and keep my promises, I seriously detest that!


Now.. Shall we move on to the funny, interesting and most revealing part of the show, I mean program, I mean blog, never mind, you know what I mean!




The good, the bad & the ugly! NAH! The usual stuff..


Little things about me, I love three colors in three forms; white for roses, dark red clothes on other people and the divine purple simply everywhere! I hate pink though it suits me because I am black, I hate short hair though mine is, and I detest chocolate in all forms, shapes and any other relevant eatable conditions!


I adore my smile and thank God for it. I love arts in all forms; I draw, write, read, meditate, design and clean when I am nervous or anxious it helps me calm down and refocus. Unfortunately, I do not manage to do that almost at all with my lifestyle but for the time being I stick to staring at the roof I it is very peaceful; I hope I can fix that though somehow soon. I am interested in politics, arts - as I mentioned above, youth issues, environment, empowerment, justice, traditions, music, poetry, basketball, volunteering and many others.


I am not at all into appearances including mine, just to be clear. I hate make up though I need some, glitter and shimmer, and I certainly find shopping a torture to humanity. I used to seriously obeisant and now I am just a bit overweight – I can actually say that. I own only two dresses, one of which I was forced to buy then wear and the second I have not worn yet – waiting for the right occasion I suppose. I am pretty much freaked out easily, you can stand right next to me talking and talking then touch my shoulder and I would scream in fear – kelesh Aadi! I am crazy about children especially those who are just speaking and have all the wrong pronunciations and cute voices.




Well, that was seriously long.. A couple of silly things to add..


- I love chewing gum; I can finish a whole pack in minutes and don’t even share!
- My favorite food is strawberry cheesecake ice-cream!
- I have a thing for the number 3, it is somehow connected to my life in so many ways!
- Do not even think about mentioning lemonade when ain’t got it to me in the middle of the desert I will make lemonade out of you!
- I hate technology, all forms, from wheels to computers, specifically PCs.
- I will write a book and have it published.
- My dream is to make a change in my lifetime


There it is, that is all how it went down, form the planning to the robbery! Very dramatic indeed!



Anyhow,

I really enjoyed writing this very long piece of writing about myself and for the very first time, this is directed to my dear teacher Dr. Linda Bilton, I am not feeling ashamed and sure of having done a great job.


Until I have more to say, please feel free to comment, object, subject, elaborate or even question.
I will be more than happy to hear some feedback.



Sincerest of regards,
Fatima Bunafoor

November 12, 2009

A Pearl of Mystic Rythem





I was born and raised here, my parents were, my uncles, my aunts, my grandparents and my every bit and piece of heart belongs to this place. Bahrain, I stand forever proud to be forgotten by everyone within your seas.


We’ve been walking by the seashores for too long, tired yet mesmerized, we’re lost in the midst of this atmosphere. Bedazzled with the kindness and humbled by the unlimited warmth, we have strayed away from our destinations within this place. Small in space, yes this is the fact, but ever small in grace it will be.

Indescribable is the state I’m in at this moment, I always wished to be lost, yes lost, I’m one amongst too many that wish to be lost out here. Here I am striding the streets of simplicity, exhausted by my great state of joy for I’m walking the walk I always dreamt of. The grass is moist with fresh cool dews allover, the breezes are softly running through my hair, the sky is clear, the stars are colored, tonight the stars are lights of each great building surrounding me painting this almost perfect and still painting of peace.

Right opposite of me is the stadium that always reminded me of who I really am, of my past, the past of all the simple people I encounter each morning. It stands there in glory, bright white and flawless, it tells to each visitor the story of my country, the story of the one pearl at the top of it.


Bahrain has a past that is never forgotten, modernized to this new arena of great architect and still untouchable is its generousness. Bahrain has a story of all the different places, Bahrain is the country where various living cultures today choose to be.