30 June 2016

Ramadan: how/why

Ramadan is the holiest month for Muslims. Many people who don't normally pray would pray in Ramadan, we'd avoid lying, pray even more, talk nicely, share our food, most of us become the humblest and the finest version of ourselves during this month. This is why I love the month of Ramadan, it makes me feel pure and more connected to Islam. And then there's food and random people coming as guests and bringing us gifts. GOD I REALLY LOVE IT.

Sometimes on internet, people ask me questions about Islam and especially about Ramadan when it's around. The most asked question is: HOW??? DON'T YOU GET HUNGRY?

But the thing is, it doesn't matter. Us Muslims who fast, we do it for our Creator, Allah. Ramadan is our chance to be clean again, to be pure again and we try to redeem the most of it. I don't think hunger or thirst matter when the reward is bigger than food and water. 

Second question.

Well, nope.

BUT when the fast ends and we can eat again at the end of the day, we really treat ourselves well. From samosas, pakoray and the chilled drinks, the food is glorious. I've been obsessed with samosay and rooh-afza (one the most famous sherbets in Pakistan) since I was a kid. 

Here's a chart.
And most importantly, we share our food with people who don't have enough. Because this is what Ramadan teaches, to share and care for people who aren't privileged enough and feel what they might go through everyday.

And I'm fortunate enough to be a part of Telenor Pakistan's campaign #TweetAMeal. The main idea is to tweet our meal pictures and in return, Telenor Pakistan will donate an actual meal to someone in need. WHAT WOULD BE BETTER THAN TO SHARE MY FOOD WITH SOMEONE THROUGH JUST ONE CLICK? So I was all in.

I've been tweeting my own sehri and iftaari pictures and I want to invite you all to do the same. You might be able to help someone in need by tweeting one single picture. You don't have to go out, you don't have to make an effort but to tweet something you are eating and it's going to feed someone. It's Ramadan, babies! Share some goodness.

Let's be good.

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26 June 2016

fake it till you make it

Last week I gave someone on twitter the best advice ever & then I realized GODDAMN IT, WASN'T IT THE SECRET OF MY LIFE? and then I told myself: not anymore, Areeba.

I told him the magical words, fake it till you make it. It's a small sentence until you ~feel~ what it's actually trying to say. It's trying to tell you "FOOL YOURSELF & GO THROUGH THIS SHIT SWIFTLY you're gonna be almost safe."

And this is the sentence that changed the way I lived.
Let's keep the negative connotations aside, it's not asking you to "fake" a personality you do not have or try to be a person you're not supposed to be just to make it. It's directly related to confidence, and in my case, art too.

What it means, at least to me, is that it's an open invitation to fool your anxiety and fears, risk everything you have build emotionally and just jump in something that might wreck you. Like DON'T TALK TO THAT PERSON YOU'LL MESS THIS UP to the first hi with a wicked grin. To DO NOT SEND THIS EMAIL PLEASE DO NOT SEND THIS EMAIL to email sent. Fool yourself, babies, until you make it. Faking to be a braver version of yourself usually turns out to be in your favor. But it's not magical, you see, there are always chances of falling. I fell, too many times and I even once swear I won't try this ~fake it till you make it thing because it sucks~ but I did again and again and it made me the person I am today. It was worth it.
And when it comes to art, ask yourself how you can fake it? IS IT POSSIBLE? IS IT RIGHT? Well, yep.

Like confidence, you can totally fool yourself and trick yourself into thinking you too can make art. And be art. And create a life you wanted to live, sometimes on paper, sometimes in your head and finally in reality. It's not hard, fool yourself and start something artsy. Be a "fake artist" who just makes a mess until you don't make a mess anymore and you don't have you tag yourself a fake artist anymore. It's that easy, babies!

Let's fake it till we make it!
PS: If you haven't watched my latest vlog on channel, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? Check it out (It's about my art journal) 

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18 June 2016

not your type

Blog name histories are my favorite kind of posts. Yesterday I was reading Meg's blog rebranding story and I was like WHY I HAVEN'T DONE MINE YET? and it meant a blog story time.

I rebranded my blog from I Have A Messy Bun to Not Your Type on 16th August 2015, which also marks my 18th birthday. My birthday week started as one of the worst weeks of 2015/my life and I was disappointed + scared + excited because I knew I was just given the charge of my own life. Being 18, what I was actually supposed to do was to be carefree and reading YA novels in my free time but nature decided I was not going to do that. Instead I had to find a way to build my life and this is exactly what I did. And then I thought I need to change my blog's name because it's my second life online and it has to be affected as well.

Not your type is basically a way of saying yep guys I'm done with you all, I am not like how you all are and it's not a problem anymore. It means I'm not going to take anyone's shit and trying to be something I am not. It means I'm unbothered by being the misfit, the weird one, the one who always feels like an outsider. It means I'm okay with my differences and I'll always be. I don't need to be someone's type. I don't mind being me, neither offline nor online. 

My friends told me this new name sounds cold & rude, at least to them & might give the same effect to others but MY GOD KNOWS THIS NAME IS FOR ME NOT FOR OTHERS. So I bought a new domain, changed my facebook page's name and there I was, being not your type

My blog name, you see, is fierce. And I feel like having a connection with it & my baby blog. I'm just too glad to name it something I can proudly talk about. So, this is the little history behind this blog of mine. You all are always welcome here even if I'm not your type or you are not my type. We can always be a paradox together.

And here's a little photo diary to celebrate this blog.

What's the story behind YOUR blog name?


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15 June 2016

you look like art

 The words, you see, are the most powerful thing in the entire world. They're going to make you or break you, that's why writers can sometimes scare the shit out of me and I haven't been comfortable calling myself a writer because it takes a lot of strength. Words can change you. And I'll always be grateful to Rainbow Rowell for Eleanor & Park and I can't ever forget the time Park said in the book:
"She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something."

GODDAMMIT I DON'T EVEN READ YA FICTION ANYMORE but these words are stuck in my head. And the only pep talk I ever need to give myself whenever I'm having doubts about my physical appearance is you look like art. This is all I need, this is all I will ever need. And I'll never not tell myself to be art everyday. I mean, I CAN TOTALLY DO THAT, BABIES!

My alter ego wears her heart-shaped sunglasses all the time. This is what I painted on my t-shirt. And the t-shirt was too small to be paired with jeans or any other pants so I had to wear it with a gharara which is such a glorious piece of clothing and I've always been obsessed with them. This is where culture meets whatever I want to wear. Ta-da!

Here's your new favorite mipster!

Do you have a personal favorite pep talk?


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9 June 2016

oh my kawaii stuff + GIVEAWAY

Kawaii box guys sent a box full of Japanese goodies and I died of happiness because I've never had a subscription box before + all the items were so just too cute. I have so much pink stuff now. I feel so colorful and cute.

The box they sent me included stationery (yAY yAY yayyy) and socks and candy. And I've filmed an unboxing video so you can see me unboxing this cute glorious thing and being so happy and excited. Also, MY EXAMS JUST ENDED AND I AM HERE TO BE ART + MAKE ART AND WRITE MY HEART OUT.

I just hit 200 subscribers on my channel and it's one of the happiest moment of my life. God, 200 people are ready to watch me talk about things I usually have no idea about and bragging, I LOVE MY LIFE.

And Kawaii Box team is generous enough to offer one of my readers a box, enter the giveaway below so you can be the lucky kid to win a box full of cuteness. It's open internationally so anyone can enter!


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4 June 2016

#OhJournalEtc - June

art journal prompts
I'm supposed to be studying (I HAVE AN EXAM THIS MONDAY) but I chose this rebellious lifestyle because I emotionally signed up for this. And the whole internet might be sure of it. And also of the fact that I'm obsessed with this art journal which is literally exploding because of the amount of art in it.

May's #ohjournaletc looked impossible for once. I thought that I wouldn't be able to make any journal pages because ~exams~ and I had to ~study~ bt then again and I ~rebelled~ and religiously followed all month's journaling prompts and didn't disappoint myself. It felt way better than I had expected.

& today, proudly presenting June's prompts for your glorious art journal:

Week 1 - Space
Draw planets, stars, constellations, aliens, whatever you believe in. Or just turn the space in your head into art. Sounds nice, eh?

Week 2 - Geometry

Week 3 - Generic Summer
Just be a basic summer kid and let your art journal feel the heat, I mean, make art about it.

Week 4 - Emotions
Poetry, drawings, any kind of art that portrays what is the state of your emotions right now.

And here's a recap of May's prompts (3RDONE IS MY PERSONAL FAVE)

Fictional Character

What's on my mind
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Are you ready for June's #ohjournaletc? or do you keep an art journal?

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3 June 2016

talk of war and education

Days ago, I read this book named War of Rain, it's about rain and war and education.

It starts with a teenager Miri who is a rain-gatherer. With her people from the village of Boreala, she goes to a mountain to gather rain - a gift from Kalono (the God of Rain) One unfortunate day, Miri accidentally kills a citizen of Stratos. Stratos declares war on Boreala and only Miri can prevent it from happening.

Basically, the story is divided into three parts. In the first one, it's about the whole desert world with a coffee-colored sky under which the peace-loving citizens of Boreala, Atmos and Nimbos live. Further there are the wild barbarians of Stratos and the God of rain who lives in mountains. 

The second part is about Miri's journeys to the mountain to ask Kalono an invention that can bring both peace and war to save her people. 

The journey that Miri takes leads her to a world where she gets her education to invent whatever she needed. THIS IS THE POINT WHICH I LOVED SO MUCH. And this is why I took the book too seriously.

Miri is a teenager who needs to save her people. She is stuck in mountains, asking the god of rain to given her an invention that will bring peace and war but she finds nothing. Then she meets a tribe living in mountains and those people teach her writing, language & science.

I've been criticizing the way my own country's education system works because all we do is to read textbooks which usually make no sense to us and they've made science hella painful to understand. Or maybe slightly impossible to understand. Chemistry & Physics killed me back in high school and I saved my sorry ass in final examination by learning all the formulas with tears and curses. So watching Miri getting her education in a manner where she actually learned scientific shiz which I can't still get made me think how wonderful would it be if our education system tries to make itself better and TEACH the kids instead of burdening them with information which is not understandable.

And Miri, just a 15 years old girl with a responsibility to save her people and fix everything that went wrong. The horrible horrible horrible thing that is war ruins everything her people ever built. This made me realize how terrible the lust for power is, the destruction brings a void along that takes decades to be filled. I've read other war books and the stories are always similar at one point - war is horrendous and it hurts so many people in so many different ways. Sometimes it ends a person completely but let him live, which is worse than being alive.

The book - it's detailed and emotional, even though I'm not into sci-fi much but I loved this one and I thought sharing it would mean something to others as well.

What are you reading these days?


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1 June 2016

how the hell do we do the internet thing?

For the past few years, I thought internet was a place for me to spread my art, make money online, give and take some emotional support and learn things. What I didn't know was that some others are capable of doing even bigger things online, such as take things personally and try to bash someone for a thing someone said. 

It all started with Johnny Depp and Amber Heard divorce. I'm a huge Depp fan and watching him getting into trouble for a horrible thing (domestic violence) made me angry & emotional (HOW COULD HE DO THAT/HOW SOMEONE CAN DO THAT TO HIM/WHATS GOING ON?) I posted this on my tumblr:


What I meant was that I'm utterly disappointed about what happened. I wasn't not "taking sides" or telling people that Amber is a liar. I posted a general thing.

Do you know how internet works? We want to tell the world what we think. I took Depp's matter personally and took so many minutes from my life to type and fix the wrong words and added an effort to put it online. I was expecting a little reaction like someone would tell me that they're disappointed or sad like normal internet people do. But I got so much negativity in return. Ta-da. Newest level on my internet life. 

These are my personal favorites:

-the longest reaction was from someone I had never interacted before. Maybe he/she took my mistake of writing "the worst thing he could do" instead of "one of the worst thing he could do" VERY SERIOUSLY and wrote this whole bloody fanfic which might have taken a lot of her/his time and it's casually so horrible. But you gotta do what you gotta do.

-someone messaged me because I had put the hashtag of amber rose BY MISTAKE. GOOD GOD IT WAS A MISTAKE (I fixed it obviously but internet is so fast) and with a little more talk she blocked me. Ta-da! 

-a conversation with an anon made me feel good even though it doesn't look that way. I vented and it was good.

It all happened so suddenly, so fast, in just a few hours of posting it on my tumblog that I was scared at first. Imagine me staring at my screen and watching my notifications going mad till midnight because I was obsessed how creative people can be when sending hateful things online. I waited and waited and saw everything and kept myself from absorbing anything because it wasn't about me, it was about 2 celebrities who didn't know I was in a little trouble because of them. And that night, I learned how the internet works, at least for me.

Rule #1:
There's absolutely no rule how to behave/work/live on internet. You gotta do what you like, what you think can/should do and there's absolutely no one to save your sorry ass if you get into trouble. Keep that in your mind. 

Whatever you're going to do is going to have a reaction and it's going to be both negative + positive. There'll be people who will follow you because of it & there will be others who will unfollow you and you better not be sad about it. It's internet, there's no guarantee.

Your opinion doesn't matter until it does. It's all about timing, one hashtag or one single line and you're in front of thousands of people.

Don't worry if you don't know what you're doing, I'm sure most of us have no single idea what's happening and it kinda relaxes me.

Don't be afraid if some of your posts get a negative reaction. You're still in your home and people sending you horrible things are at their homes too, it's an online fight and you have nothing special to lose except a few nerves if you decide to.

Be a true internet kid & don't give a single shit. Personally, I'd forgive anyone who said anything bad about what I posted but it would take a few days, simply because people on internet think they have the power to fix anyone's mind/thoughts/opinion and maybe it helps them in living their lives. Ta-da!

And to celebrate being an internet kid, I have a photo diary to share which includes bubblegum, me wearing a nath and being myself.

Internet is a weird/wonderful place, isnt it?


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