Sonya Syed

Thank you so much, my dearest friends and family for appreciating yesterday’s post; all I can say is that I am humbled by your love. Whatever you liked in that post was not due to my writing or my expression but merely due to your own presence in my life. All of you have given me such beautiful moments hence all I did was wrote them down and shared some beloved memories. Night is pressing on and so as my need to sleep, its only 11 pm and I suddenly find it difficult to concentrate and if I continue like this I might sleep on the keyboard. Therefore, I am sorry but I have to keep it brief tonight. Once again thank you all, for such a warm response for yesterday’s post. I hope to be there tomorrow in a focused state Insha-Allah, until then Good Night & Sweet Dreams. Sonya. (Day 194)

Once more a curious title, but I am excited to be called darling twice in one day by two different friends (girl friends). I made two calls and as soon as my both of my friends picked up they said in an enthusiastic tone “ darling ”; however, more than me the people who were sitting with them were stunned. Friends have their own amazing ways of expressing love and one can only be grateful for that. One of my friend from early school, in fact from kindergarten, Muneeza Shoaib aka Azee is hopefully coming to Karachi from UAE and I am excited to meet her. I think I had a dream or vision about my kindergarten few days back and I saw Azee and I having some really exciting conversation; I think I was telling her something and she was all thrilled listening to it. Its been ages since we last met, we use to have so much fun together. Whether it was our birthdays or school functions, there used to be regular soirees at her place where her mom (Aunty) cooked delicious foods. We read...

11 pm and I am done with all daily chores, nothing is left and now this post is finally that last touch before I go to the comforts of sleep. Everyone at home especially the kids-cum-cousins were bored to extreme heights, nobody had anything to do and then there is Monday. So all of us went through monday-sickness or Monday-blues together. In my curiosity and to get the right concept I googled Monday-sickness and hundred results appeared. Then I realized we are not the only ones suffering from it but there are many people who share the same sentiments. In Monday-sickness people mostly suffer from muscular pains or viral infection on mondays and it is actually when we enjoy and relax on our weekends too much that we begin to realize that we have to start our week all over again. The feeling of enjoyment, fun and relaxation on weekends often stays with us when Monday comes which later turns into lethargy or boredom. There were researches done by leading universities which included revi...

This is one of the strangest title I have ever given to my posts, but its true. I have made a comeback on the blog, it has been almost a month since I wrote my last post. Although the phrase “comeback” is far suitable for people like Madhuri Dixit who actually make comeback and everyone is just dying to have a glimpse of her. Since this is my kingdom so I can be Madhuri, Angelina Jolie or even Queen of Wales whatever I choose to be and all of you my loving friends would love me, in all that I am. This past month has been full of surprises and acceptances. Of course, there are moments of dullness but mostly life hasn’t been less than an adventure. For so many years I lived with my stubborn mindset, I believed that I know it all. I thought that I have decided what I want and need to do – I have fixed plans. Yet these last few weeks have changed entire way of my thinking. I was in complete denial of few realities; I believed them to be merely a figment of my mind, my imagination bu...

There was a time not too long ago when the Maghrib time or sunset used depress me. I could never understand why people go to beach to enjoy those last moments of the twilight. Nevertheless, today for no particular reason I went to the balcony and was mesmerized by how beautiful and full of life everyone and everything appeared during this time. Twilight sky had such beautiful shades of light and dark blue, orange street lights were shining and brightening up all around them. People are returning from work and mosques, children are going home from tuitions, shops have brightened lights to attract customers. I just stood their in awe of what I was seeing; with all the chaos on the roads I felt a certain silence and peace in the background. The trees, plants, the sky also stood as a part of that silence. Suddenly I was aware of life all around me which I was never before. Today the sunset rather than despairing me gave me solace and urged me to be in awareness of what I have; as if it w...

After months and years of keeping myself conveniently in denial about my expectations, my hopes, my fears, my wishes, and my unwarranted attachments I have today allowed myself a space to breath. When we are too much engrossed in our fears and wishes, we tend to loose perspective. We see things that are not there thus we actually take our own emotional projections as the ultimate truth and reality. It is tough to come face-to-face with yourself, to stand arms-less in front of your rather strong demons and to throw away the blanket of denial which has beautifully kept us away from seeing the truth. Facing your true self is far more scary then facing a well-equipped army on the borders. Like many others, I have also made myself falsely belief in many things which I secretly knew had never existed, so that I can keep myself stuck in everlasting wish-worry vicious cycle. It is rather easy to keep yourself in denial and sabotage your own life than to face the pain and distress of the Trut...

A sad day indeed with the passing away of two legends of Pakistan Moin Akhtar and Liaquat Soldier. Liaquat Soldier who left us earlier this month and Moin Akhtar who passed away yesterday. Both amazing artists, great comedians and even greater human beings. Moin Akhtar whom I had the honour of having as my neighbour, though was brilliant in all his performances but his long-play “Rozy” is one of my all time favorite and a true classic. Besides a magnificent performer, he had a generous heart, most of the days outside his residence we use to see lines of people in need of charity and none of them ever left his house empty handed. Artists like Moin Akhtar and Liaquat Solider are once born in ages and we shall always feel the void in hearts which has been left by their passing away. We all pray that Allah (swt) grant him maghfirah and patience and perseverance to his family, friends, and colleagues. Sonya.