Saturday, 30 November 2013

Chapter 6 - That Little Detail We Take For Granted

The warm light of the sun began to slowly caress my right hand and worked it's way around my body as if someone was gently laying a duvet on me. With the warmth of the sunrise greeting me with it's new beginning, my eyes slowly opened, allowing me to see my surroundings. Slightly squinting, I could see I was still in the hospital lying at the area designated to me. Elena was right beside me sleeping in, what seemed to be, a very uncomfortable position. Crap, if Elena spent all night taking care of me then that would mean I would have a pretty pissed off nurse waiting for me to wake up. Her caring and kind nature irritated my pride, I did not need her to take care of me yet I could not get myself to dislike her. I just wished she took care of herself as much as she took care of me. Elena wasn't always so caring to others, she still isn't but over the years I became the exception. Over the years the feeling became mutual, to me she was a person I could count on and I felt I had a responsibility to protect her. The irony in that is that the role always seemed to be reversed. 

Friday, 22 November 2013

Film As A Mirror Of Society


You will often find hidden metaphorical meanings behind pop culture movies that convey a particular idea. Movies that have another meaning to them are usually portrayed in a way to entertain and satisfy mass desires through comedy, horror, or suspense. Such movies cover social issues, time eras, war, epidemics, etc to reflect on society and make some kind of statement. The statement or point of view of metaphorical movies may vary from person to person, but the author or producer has one intended idea to convey to the masses. Techniques such as symbolism, metaphors, and signifiers help to express the intended idea of the film. Because a film is not produced by just an individual, each aspect of the film wholly completes the intended idea. For example, the movie Warm Bodies is a popular movie to attract the young masses, though also has a certain message behind it.

Friday, 15 November 2013

Why did God create heavens above the sky Written By Syed Tirmizi

The night is young, 
Full of stars across the sky, 
But it makes me wonder why, 
God created heavens above the sky? 
How many religions has he created before, 
When he is apparent everywhere in our eyes, 
Why did God create heavens above the sky? 
He may not have created a creed, 
And humans deemed it just a need, 
To control the flocks of flesh called humans, 
To prevent them from enjoying God’s lovely heavens, 
Why did God create heavens above the sky? 
Why doesn’t he reveal himself? 
Does he not exist, or is he too shy? 
Why doesn’t he look down upon us, 
Is he too great or does he not know why? 
Why did God create heavens above the sky? 
Can’t he travel the distance he’s created, 
Or is he lost in space or thinks he’s too high? 
He may be present everywhere in all the skies, 
Why did he create heavens above the sky? 
Why can’t he talk to humans himself, 
But chooses others who achieve great wealth, 
I don’t need a God, who discriminates his creations, 
My God is him who can fill the space with love and never says good bye, 
Why did God create heavens above the sky?

Written By,

Syed Tirmizi

Wednesday, 13 November 2013

Dreams & Nightmares - A Prequel to Chapter 6

Lights shattered on the ground, glass flew in all directions. The chaotic mixture of screams and murderous laughter vibrated through the narrow passageway of what seemed like an underground tunnel. I could see Harut running with all his might, with expressions of fear and panic, Harut ran with blood stained clothes. His black cloak whipped the air without rhythm leaving nothing but aggression.  He grabbed on to anything he could find to slow down his chasers as if he was afraid of what would happen if he were to get caught. I screamed his name yet he could not hear me, he ran passed me completely unaware of my existence. I followed him until the light could be seen at the end of the tunnel where he stopped.

He pressed himself against the tunnel's wall hiding in the shadows. Blanketing himself cautiously within his ragged black cloak, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and slowly breathed out controlling all his senses and soothing the ones that could lead him to lose his life. Afraid of whom or what he was hiding from, I imitated his movements. The pursuers appeared, screaming for blood and vengeance. They ran right past us unaware of our presence heading towards the light at the end of the tunnel. Once they had all gone, Harut felt his hands against parts of the wall as if to find something of great importance. He felt through the whole section of that wall until a secret entrance opened. What was going on? Clearly, running through this very tunnel was previously planned. 'Where are you going? What's going on Harut?'

Sunday, 10 November 2013

Kings of Sand Castle By Asjl Khan

Brittle bones, throne of thorns
Laid the man who once ruled
Tears descending from wrinkled face
Once stood upon the human race

Scratching the wall with bloody nails
Preclude the past, rest ashore undone
Hand once rocked the cradle, depreciated
Love lost not found, thy hate is inflated

In blinding power lurked no fear
Time stores no debts, in fact reciprocate
The blood he spilled, sons he lynched
Soul intact but agonized, flesh and bones emancipate

Masked as valor, hides deviousness
Lured imbeciles to portray horror
Those who forget they will die

No one can save them even their mother’s cry

Written By,

Asjl Khan