28 August 2015

Who am I? A MIPSTER


Hi people, look at me. Yours truly is transforming into things she had no idea she could one day but it's 2015 and the youth of my generation likes surprises about themselves. So, I'm a mipster. A Muslim Hipster. I had been searching a style to stick for the rest of my life and I guess that is it.


Past few weeks had been a rollercoaster for me. Before turning 18 and being the part of a society where I know I'm going to be pushed back if I'm confused just for a second about anything in life, I had to seek a path and build myself before I'm an adult, a practical adult. Internet caused me some identity crises nd believe me, being lost about yourself isn't a good thing. When you're something other than your own reality, you're actually nothing. You're what your roots are and when I dug to my roots, it lead to one word and that was it, I knew who I'm supposed to be. The word was Allah hu Akbar, the first thing that I heard the moment I was born, was my actual identity. 
 So here I am, the trash youth queen as a mipster. I'm a work in progress, step by step, little details, hijab and all following all Muslimah fashionistas on pinterest, I'm turning into something I think is a vvvvv beautiful idea to live my life.


This is my new favorite dress. Rosegal guys sent me this so that I could blog about it (thnx) and a necklace and these knuckle rings. Rosegal is a fashion clothing website that has vvv affordable and beautiful items and they ship worldwide for absolutely free. I highly suggest y'all to check them out.
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25 August 2015

Young, Broke,Talented & Different

August brought me so many important things, cake of my 18th birthday, a new way of how should I live my life and a new blog idea. I turned 18 on 16th August. My aunt baked a cake, I used my fairy lights well, invited all the heartbroken kids and without a birthday song, me and my twin celebrated our 18 years in this world. Noor is going to gift me some kind of trip pass, I'm just going to thank her and tell her I feel lucky because I'm finely broke to repay with a good gift. When people turn 18, everyone tells them that they have grown up. This isn't much of a wrong statement, I do feel grown up. Look around the blog, everything has changed. From the name to look to the blogger behind this blog, everything has changed. 

Quoting gone girl here, I'm the leader of a gang of broken heart kids
 I collect broken things and people and turn them beautiful. This is what I've decided to do, this is how I'm going to live my life. This is what makes me want to go to an art school and decide what I'm finally going to do with my life. 


I sat around the table with balloons and kids that I'd have never thought would be there celebrating my existence. Nobody sang. I clapped for myself and cut the cake into many pieces. The lights and the cake made me feel important. Turning 18 was funny. So now people would look at me and tell me to do big things and be responsible for all the mistakes my ancestors left for me. Generation of generations making the same mistake and passing it to the new one to pass it to the newest generation and the cycle is infinite. I'm not going to carry all the ghosts of past with me, I think being a little rebelicious is good.


 I rebranded my blog why? Because there had to be a change. I'm not the girl with messy bun anymore. I'm creating a life and learning to accept how my differences make me better. Not Your Type blog shares same birthday as mine. I'm here to document not just what my life is but also all of the questions I've never been able to answer about my culture and religion even to myself. I'm here to talk about things I know nothing about.. How it is like to be different and live with it without being afraid of differences. We all share the same sky and we have the equal right to dream. I'm a self claimed witch of Karachi and the magic is yet to come. The only thing is to believe.

 I recently found out that one of my vvv favorite online friend lives near my house. I've always thought she was creative and she looked like those finest citizen of the city who talk politely and make fancy rules. Well, I'm glad I wasn't right. Talking to her made me realize she is not the fancy citizen, she's one heartbroken & talented kid. We're the trash youth of the city, the city of light have to love us back. We're young, broke, talented and different. 
Now we're in the ring and we're coming for blood.  I don't know why I'm putting Lord lyrics here but just quick head ups that Lorde lyrics are important.

Look around the blog, all of the pages are updated. I hope you all are going to stick with me.