Sonya Syed

As I write in today there is a continuous sound of gaming music in the background because tonight I am sort of baby-sitting, so I shall try my best to focus and follow the rhythm of the post.  First, before we begin I thank you so much for all your responses regarding my earlier posts. I have tried my best to reply everyone in their emails and if I have missed few then please do excuse me. I am humbled by your affection and interest in the blog, to receive all your wonderful emails and messages on facebook. It would be great if you want to comment directly on the blog and I have always encouraged everyone to do so, yet I believe most of you like to comment in a more personal manner which is absolutely fine with me. It is great to know that you all are also following through the books and meditations that I have given in other pages of this blog. Most of the books are non-fiction material and I think some of them can prove to be a catalyst of change in our lives that

I so much wanted to write about the sad incident which took place in Karachi yesterday where another beautiful life was taken away; however, no words could express the true feelings so I better not touch on the subject and move on to something else, something peaceful. But then I ask myself where would I go to find peace. The clue is that it cannot be found anywhere because it lies within us, beyond the mental chaos and the rushing of life. Childhood is such an amazing time when everything was so simple and made perfect sense, and stories always ended with happily ever after. I wish we could once again live in the world where unnecessary complications of life are not present, when 2+2 is always 4 and not 5 or 0. Where everyone lives in peace and harmony and where we are honest with ourselves. Yet with all the practicality and realities of life, I choose to go into positive denial. I choose to look for peace. I choose to believe in honesty. I choose to believe in jus

Just as you start to believe that life has settled down, new things come up and you have no other option but to face and give your best shot. Since my last post on 1 st May so much has changed not to mention the government. A sore point! My semesters at the University are almost ending with finals just around the corner; nevertheless, we have quite a few extra classes to finish. Thankfully, I am successful in completing the entire course for both of my classes and now its all about revision, debates & projects. Teaching at any level is such an immense responsibility, not only you have a job to complete the requisite course outline but you also need to make absolutely sure that your students are equipped with the right tools and information to cope in the highly competitive world. While we are students it all seems like a great torture which our parents have put us through, let alone the teachers. Now, when I am standing on the other side of the fence that is

May is a very special month for me for I have been blessed with many beautiful gifts in this month. Some of the wonderful people I know are born in this month, especially 1 st of May which is the birth date of my late father.  Gosh it’s been almost four years since he left us, although life happens to move on and time is a wonderful healer yet somewhere within there is a void, a blank space which shall never be filled. And that space is beautiful because we get to fill it with love and gratitude for the great times we have spent together. Some friends very rightly say that I am a spoiled child, that my parents and family have completely spoilt me and to be honest most of its credit goes to my father. Like many children, I was afraid of doctors and injections and when I had to go for my vaccination or blood tests my Dad used to console me by pampering me with many gifts. And then I would happily go for any of the tests because I knew that afterwards I will get what