Getting Back in Touch

While I am extremely blessed to have been born into Islam, I always wondered how converts felt this connection with their faith. What did they feel that drew them closer to Islam? How did they know it was the truth?

Growing up as a muslim, I was told to love Allah and love my religion. But how can you love someone [or something] you don’t get to know?

A confession: Praying was difficult for me.

I felt discouraged because I could never focus during my salah, and I thought, “if I can’t even pray right what’s the point if Allah won’t accept it?” Prayer felt like a chore to me, like a nuisance my parents just kept telling me to do. I distanced myself from my faith because I didn’t understand it.

I had a friend who once took my phone and downloaded a prayer app. It was kind of like the app I used to track how much water I was drinking in a day, but instead this app helped you log the 5 daily prayers. I never really thought much of it at first, but it didn’t make an impact until I actually started using it. Every time you completed a prayer you could check it off, and the app would always send encouraging messages like, “you can still make all your prayers” and “if there’s a will there’s a way.” 

I started to pray not because I felt like I had to, but because I liked building a connection with Allah.I learned about his abundance of mercy. I understood what it meant to fear Allah, while also loving Him. I liked sitting after salah and just talking to Him about everything in my life. While it terrified me at first knowing that Allah is closer to us than our jugular vein, it was comfort in that He knew what was going on in my life. I made Allah my friend simply through getting to know my Creator.

Starting college at a small school close to home where nearly a quarter of the population is muslim, I never realized how much of an impact the people you surround yourself with make. Having a prayer room in school encouraged me to pray in school, something I had never had the courage to do before. But the best part was that having friends to pray with me, which made me feel more comfortable going.

Over the past couple of months I’ve noticed that the closer you try to get to Allah, the more content you’ll feel with your life. Islam fills this emptiness in your heart you never thought you could fill. There is a reason the first word revealed in the Quran was iqra (read), and it’s because in order to know your religion, you have to get to know who Allah is. You have to understand his mercy and love and the beauty of Islam to not only feel content in your religion, but also within yourself.

I realized that those converts found that connection in Islam because they asked for knowledge and through Allah’s mercy, that was exactly what they got. I also realized that this newfound connection was not something exclusive to newcomers to Islam, but to muslims regardless of their stage of imaan.

I’ve learned how to trust Allah. It’s hard in the moment to try and realize why things aren’t working out the way you planned them to, but I’ve found that by trusting Allah and believing that his plan is better than yours could ever be, you’ll find that in the end he knew what was right for you more than you knew yourself. I remember all those times I was frustrated with why things weren’t working out the way I had hoped they would, but looking back at it all now I’m glad at where I ended up.

Allah gave me what I needed, not what I wanted in the moment.

I don’t consider myself the perfect muslimah, for I am far from perfect. I still make mistakes and I am still growing and learning about my faith. But the point from all of this is if you want to get closer to Allah, you have to make the effort to get to know him. Trust Him, you won’t ever be disappointed.

If The Story Was Switched




All over twitter anti-muslim tweets would be circulating. All social media muslims expected to apologize and condemn the acts of the shooter while they are basically required to hang their heads in shame. Hashtags containing the lives of the victims and tweets expressing how the world has failed, all because of the acts of those “radical muslims”.

President Obama would hold a press conference just hours after the shooting expressing his regret and his share of mourning with the citizens of Chapel Hill. The typical American pride and fight against terrorism speech would surely be included. America will not simply be shaken by these terrorists. We will not let them win against the land of the brave we call America.

Snapchat probably created its own snapchat story for everyone in the world to see.

All over facebook and instagram quotes and pictures against terrorism and striving for american unity would be trending.

But there was no shooting of three white students from a muslim terrorist shooter, in fact it was the opposite. On Tuesday February 10, 2015, three lives in Chapel Hill, North Carolina were taken. The lives of Yusor Muhammad Abu-Salha, Razan Muhammad Abu-Salha, and Deah Barakat. But their lives weren’t worth reading about on mainstream media for another 24 hours.

There was no BREAKING NEWS headlines on Fox News or CNN. There was no condemnation of the hate crime imposed upon these three lives by critics and the President. There was no justification for the fact that these three lives were targeted because of their religion. There were no implications on the fact that “American Sniper” portrayed killing innocent muslims as something worth honoring.There was simply a deranged man who took 3 lives over something as little as an issue on a “parking space”. But that wouldn’t draw attention to the media.

There was no implications of the shooter being a terrorist. There were no anti-religious atheists expressing their regret for the actions of the shooter. After all, he was white. He’s not a terrorist, he’s simply going to plea insanity, right? It’s the fact that on the account of the Charlie Hebdo attacks the shooters were labeled terrorists yet a caucasian man shooting three innocent lives is not given this title. On both events innocent lives were taken. But one incident had shaken the world as an act of terrorism, and this shooter is just simply a man. He is not called a terrorist because he did not impose terror on the lives of white civilians. He simply killed those “ragheads” of muslims whose lives don’t matter anyways, right?

According to Fox News and CNN, only muslims can be portrayed as terrorists in the mainstream media. If a muslim is shot, to some this is viewed as an honorary action, to others its not worth reading about.

But that doesn’t change the fact that all lives, regardless of race or religion, matter.

I Am Not Charlie Hebdo

Like any other writer living in the United States, freedom of speech is pretty critical to what I do. Without it, I wouldn’t be able to say what I want, when I want or convey the message that I try to convey.

Last week, there was an attack at the Charlie Hebdo headquarters in Paris killing 12 people and injuring 10. The attack was initiated by a group of radical “muslims” claiming to have avenged the Prophet for the “satirical” portrayals by Charlie Hebdo.

Just a note for those who don’t exactly know, Charlie Hebdo isn’t a person, its a satirical magazine. While this magazine claims in their defense to mock everyone and anyone, I don’t believe that to truly justify anything.

Many of us living in the United States don’t really understand what it’s like for muslims in France. Effective in 2011, a bill in France was passed a banning on the niqaab or veil covering for muslim women in public. The bill also banned full body coverings which includes the islamic garment of a burqa in public locations as well. While the bill is in defense of public safety, its also a big sign of islamophobia present in French society. It also helps represent the hardships that many muslim women are faced in France. Not only a symbol of their religion, but something that many muslim women wear as their own protection, something in America we consider to be Freedom of Religion, is not tolerated in France. We in America can’t just simply jump at the gun for Freedom of Speech, but take little heed to Freedom of Religion.

You can’t expect a group of oppressed muslims to just not say anything

Also, this attack was not the first on Charlie Hebdo. The French Council for the Muslim Faith sued Charlie Hebdo for the caricatures of the Prophet in 2006, but the case was dismissed. In 2007, again two muslim organizations tried to sue the paper but yet again the cases were dismissed. You can’t say that muslims in France weren’t angered, and that they should’ve handled it maturely because clearly they did.

As a muslim myself, I personally condemn those who believed that taking innocent lives would avenge the prophet. I believe in principal and the value of life. The prophet himself handled his own abuse with grace and selflessness, and if he can react with non-violence, us muslims should be more than obliged to follow his footsteps towards peace. What they believed as vengeance turned into even worse.

What I do not support though is #KillAllMuslims. I refuse to believe that the acts of a few subjugate the entire population. I condemn the ridicule of every single human being on the planet, regardless of their race, gender, or religion. It’s hard to believe that we look down upon horrible atrocities like the Holocaust, a genocide, yet many Islamophobes don’t mind promoting the genocide of muslims. I do not accept the fact that many are rallying in the streets of Paris to show their strength and almost praise the heroism of a man who spit on the religion of another; that is not freedom of speech.

It seems as if if a muslim doesn’t tweet #JeSuisCharlie or anything with the remorse of what happened in Paris automatically labels them as a “bad extremist” muslim. Me being a muslim, I should have to apologize on the behalf of a rare group of radicals representing absolutely nothing of my true religion. I need to take responsibility and defend myself for the acts of a few. I have to prove to the world that I’m not the label being placed on my forehead. Being angered by the fact that a magazine was making a mockery of my religion should be an issue, but rather this “freedom of speech” debate is as if everyone is believing that mocking a religion is okay.

Instead, I will praise the man who defended those who offended him. Officer Ahmed Merabet, a muslim officer, died in his efforts to save those who spit on what he stood for. I will stand for those muslims who were attacked, and the 15 mosques bombed in France after the attack which weren’t even covered by the media, because “freedom of speech” has more value than the oppression of a whole population. I stand for the true meaning of freedom of speech. The meaning of being able to convey truth and justice of the oppressed against the oppressor.

Freedom of speech should not be something to cause harm, but rather to promote good. Being able to say what you want whenever you want without a care in the world for the offense of another does not make you free, it makes you arrogant and quite frankly, an ass. Where do we see ourselves in this world if we don’t care for another, simply because we have the freedom to say whatever we want regardless of who it offends?

I am not Charlie Hebdo. I am not someone who believes that a mockery of one’s religion is something to be praised for. I will not say that someone’s freedom of speech means that they can mock the oppressed, and say whatever they want with no regards to who it hurts. Where is humanity if we have no care for eachother”

Cartoon by Joe Sacco


The Meninist Vs. The Feminist

A new trend has blown up on twitter of the “meninist” tweets. Most of this account’s tweets argue against the double standards not only women, but men face as well. It’s become ultimately the battle of the sexes.

These two distinct words when typed into google pull out these two definitions:

Meninist: a global organization of men that believe in and support the feminist principles of women’s political, social and economic equality. The following represents the platform we believe in (but the need for equal rights for women should be self-evident in this day and age).

Feminist: a person who supports feminism

If you look very closely at each definition- *newsflash* They’re exactly the same. 

I’ll admit, at first some tweets actually did have good points:


How do girls expect to ask guys for their height and judge them for it, and then call him a pig when he asks for your weight? It’s conceptually the same, numbers shouldn’t be used to define a guy or a girl. Girls find it disgusting when a guy labels them for their physical traits (which does include weight) yet they believe no punishment should be made when a girl does the same for a guy.


A woman should not be praised for beating her husband if a man is shamed for beating his wife. While the common perception of domestic violence is viewed to be predominantly women, nearly 40% of severe domestic violence victims are men. Yes there are double standards for women, but they also do exist for men as well.

But when it comes to making fun of feminists, that’s taking a line too far. 

Feminism stands for equal rights not only for women, but for men as well. REAL feminism fights for equality against both gender double standards.

What this account is making fun of is girls who think they’re feminists.

Feminism doesn’t account for believing in double standards and making all guys look bad. The truth is, not all men are bad. There are guys out there who respect women while placing value on traits and characteristics about what really makes her the way she is. A feminist isn’t someone who believes all guys are pigs and that women are just some damsels and distress who are always being oppressed and undermined by men as sexual objects. A feminist is someone who believes that double standards aren’t right not just for girls but for boys as well.

Theres a common stigma that feminists are cocky girls who are basically hypocrites. They criticize men for the exact same things they’re guilty of themselves. But in all actuality feminists are just girls (and guys) trying to bring rights to women. And yes, there are girls who claim to be feminists without actually knowing what feminism truly means.

Feminists are the ones fighting for the girls around the world who don’t get to go to school along with boys. They’re fighting for the girls whose cultures believe that their job is only in the kitchen serving their husbands and raising children. Feminists are fighting for the women who are told they can’t do something just because of their gender. Feminists are activists like Malala Yousafzai, a 14 year old girl who was shot for advocating educational rights for girls in Pakistan. That’s what feminists are fighting for. They’re not sexist pigs denoting men, they’re women fighting for the freedom that many don’t even have.

The truth is, if feminists and meninists are exactly the same by definition, there shouldn’t be a bashing of feminists in the first place. I’m not saying all meninists are bad, but rather if they’re both fighting for gender equality, there shouldn’t be attempts to undermine each other. There’s no point advocating for gender equality when each gender tries to point out the flaws of the other.

Rant #1: School Edition

In our lives we have things we like, and things we don’t like. Many of us express these things of dislike in something called a rant. Guess what- this is a rant.


1. Test Day = Ditch Day

There have been days when you are just so unprepared for a test that instead of failing, we take another (unofficial) day of studying. We’ve all done it, but then there’s people who just consistently never show up. For them, a test day is just a ditch day.  And it’s frustrating for the rest of us who despite everything get our stuff together and still show up for the test and try to do the best that we can. Whats worse is what comes exactly after-

“So what was on the test?”

First of all, you don’t even pay attention in class, you never do your homework, you don’t even TRY and then you try to know everything on the test beforehand so you get a better grade than the kids who actually did work hard and study. There’s no point of you even asking what’s on the test because considering the fact that you don’t even put effort you’re doomed to fail anyways.

2. The Homework Leech

 “Can I copy your homework?”

Anyone can understand that being able to balance school with other activities is pretty hard and sometimes you’re not going to be able to complete all the homework that you have. But if you’re load is just too much to handle where you can’t do your own homework and have to copy someone else’s every single day here’s a tip: DROP THE CLASS. You’re clearly not learning anything cause you don’t want to do your own homework yet you expect that copying someone else’s will help you in the class. You might be fooling the teacher, but that’s not going to get you an A on that next test. Stop being so lazy, its annoying.

3. The Question Whore

If you have to ask a question on absolutely everything school related for every lab or every assignment, not just every other student in your class wants to strangle you, but probably the teacher to. USE YOUR BRAIN. Half the questions you have are so pointless it was just a waste of class time to even listen to it. Yes, you need help and it’s okay but there is a fine limit to when asking questions has gotten just way out of hand. Stop slowing down the whole class with pointless and basically useless questions when we could be so much more productive.

4. The Fail Teacher’s Pet

Your cute attempts to try and sway the teacher are chuckle-worthy, really, but you look like a stupid idiot. Pretty sure the teacher hates you just like the rest of the class. Whoops.

This is just a few people on the endless list of school annoyances. Trust me, there’s more. But for now, let’s consider this part 1.

It Gets Better

In the middle of your most amazing dream, you find yourself hearing that distant beeping of your alarm. You open your eyes and look at the clock. Its 7 am. Wait. Its 7 am. You were supposed to be up at 5 am. What a great start to the morning. You decide to dress up as fast as you can and head to your car rushing to try to make it to school on time. On your way to school, you get stuck in traffic. Great. At school when things couldn’t get any more stressful you notice a hole in your new favorite shirt. Yet again, great. Oh look, a huge red zit right in the center of your face. That physics test you pulled an all nighter for? Came back with a big fat F. Rumors spreading about you? Even greater.

Can this day get any more perfect?

We all have those absolutely horrible days. Ones where the stress is just too much to handle. Those days when all you want is a big bucket of Ben and Jerry’s curled up with netflix and just bawl your eyes out with mascara running down your cheeks.. Your thoughts consist of “I hate everyone” and “I can’t wait to get out of here” while you angrily scribble on your homework. At this point in our lives, the basic question we always think of is ,”how much worse is this honestly going to get?”.

We’ve always been told that things get better, and that the world will soon eventually fall into place, but in this current moment that’s not even the slightest thought on your mind. As much as I hate clichés, I hate to admit it, but things do get better. I remember watching Bridesmaids and there was one quote that I will never forget:

“I’m telling you, hitting rock bottom is a good thing. Because there is no where to go but up”

We may feel like our life is truly coming to an end, but you can’t give up. You can’t tell yourself that all this effort won’t be worth it. There will be moments in our lives when all we want to do is scream and shout and just raise our white flags, but we can’t. Never accept defeat. Though this difficulty may seem like a big setback, it only will be if you let yourself consider it one.

When it comes to optimism and pessimism, we must make a choice.

How we view something will shape how we act upon it. If you tell yourself that your life sucks and it will only get worse from here, the truth is, it probably will. And no, it’s not because your life sucks, but rather you let yourself make your life suck. You decided that it was so bad that absolutely nothing was going to change, and so it didn’t. When you keep hope and tell yourself that things will get better and you will make it through, you’re going to be a lot happier in the process. Keeping a little faith and putting in dedication and hard work in the end will make your situation seem a lot less worse than you thought it out to be.

The point is:

Never lose hope and never ever, ever, give up. Our lives are what we make them out to be, and not based on anything else. The beauty about life is that every day is a new clean slate. A new morning and a whole new day. One bad day cannot dictate how the rest of them will turn out to be. Keeping a little optimism and faith will let in the sunshine. Just remember, storms don’t last forever.

We Used to Be Friends

We all have those used-to-be friends. Ones we used to be so close to and now, the distance is inevitable. Whether it was your kindergarten bestfriend who you no longer even make eye contact with in the halls, or your sister-from-another-mister who’s guts you wouldn’t mind shredding out. We all have those people in our lives.

There’s always different reasons as to why friendship ties fade away. It could be abrupt like ripping tape off your skin. The pain is massive and all at once. Your skin may be red at first, but eventually the pain fades away.

But it could also be like a candle. Some friendships are like a fresh lit candle. Sure it’s bright at first, but slowly the light dwindles away.

A fight that went too far, or just slowly creating distance. That’s the worse way to lose a friend. A slow, gradual, going apart from someone. When you look back there’s nothing to reconcile, nothing to fix. It’s just that awkward distance between you and them. Sure there’s the occasional glancing in the halls and the casual hello, but the closeness that feeling– it’s gone. It’s been replaced with awkwardness and a flutter of memories. That feeling isn’t there, but it’s little remnants are still present.

With a new school year coming up ahead, those faint we-used-to-be-close feelings emerge yet again. Seeing someone after 3 months is a little shocker itself. When you find out that your ex-friend is in one of your classes, it’s a confusion between happiness and do I really want to be around them?


To all of my used-to-be friends: Thank you.

Thank you for all of the amazing memories. Ones where I was laughing my heart out and all my problems disappeared. Moments where I felt happy and secure and contempt with life. Thank you for giving me your shoulder to lean on, for all the tears and complains you listened through. Thank you for being my friend.

Thank you for the not-so-amazing memories. For showing to me that with every downfall I will be able to pick myself up. For helping me grow into the person I am today. For showing me the reality of this world, that not everything will go the way you’ve hoped for it to be.

To all my used-to-be friends- I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for whatever hurt I caused you. Whatever pain you went through because of me.

Friends come and go, but memories will stay forever.

So to all my used-to-be friends, your memory will be with me forever. I wish you the best of luck with your future endeavors and I hope that you won’t forget me, for as I will never forget you.


The Girl With The American Flag Hijab

In my last post, Islam and Muslim Are Not The Same ThingI had addressed very briefly about the woman on July 4, 2013 who had received a shameful amount of hate for wearing an american flag hijab. 


Last year a woman on July 4th had had her picture unknowingly taken and was bashed on the internet where thousands of proud “Americans” wanted to “rip it off of her head” and even threaten to choke her. But its okay though, because they are TRUE Americans right? Ones who respect freedom of privacy, equality, and the freedom of religion.

The United States of America which promotes freedom of religion and equality to all; The country which accepts immigrants with open arms and is against discrimination and equal opportunity and treatment for everyone. This is the country which terrorizes an innocent woman for wearing an american flag imprinted scarf. 

Who knew that just because someone was muslim, they weren’t allowed to be deemed American.

There is a common misconception that muslim is a race. I’ve gotten asked a countless amount of times if I was muslim, and people automatically assumed that was my race and were in utter shock when I mentioned to be born in India. How can you be muslim and indian? This kind of goes back to the Holocaust when people considered Jews a race. We look back and consider that to be so stupid, but yet we still do this today. Just because someone is muslim, that doesn’t necessarily mean they can’t be Indian, or Chinese, or even caucasian. 

Islam is a religion- not a race.




The amount of hate this woman received is absolutely disgusting to me. It shocks me to see the ignorance of some people. The amount of degrading comments she received. People talking about how they would urinate on her and even rape her. This woman did absolutely nothing to them, yet they still said the most hateful comments to a woman they’ve never even met.  

How is wearing an american flag a disrespect to one of America’s “most cherished” symbols? Please explain the logic to me of how its socially acceptable and “respectable” for an american girl to wear the american flag in forms of booty shorts but not for a muslim american to wear it as a scarf.

Wearing the American flag on your butt, is not respecting the “cherished symbol” its literally sticking your butt on it. Someone You might as well poop on it to while you’re at it. Someone compared the american flag to the Quran talking about using it for toilet paper. The American flag while on someone’s shorts is basically like it’s getting urinated on. You cannot justify that a girl wearing the most “cherished” american flag on her butt is more respected than a headscarf. But you wouldn’t tell a girl who wore it in the form of shorts that many disgusting things. You wouldn’t threaten her and degrade her like that. 

The problem is not the hijab, but the fact that a muslim wore an american flag. 

Muslims can’t be American.

If you saw any other “American” girl wear the flag, it would not be deemed disrespectful. Even if I was born in America, I’m a following citizen, and I even say the pledge in school everyday, I’m not American. Why? Because I’m muslim. Ever since 9/11 all muslims are stereotyped to be “un-American” and even anti-american. It’s a shame because the country which valued freedom and equality for everyone has its “finest” citizens bashing a woman, for what? Being proud of her country and not only representing her religion but her patriotism? Shame on those who gave her such hateful comments. Muslims are americans. Many of us today were born and raised in America and there is no way you can say we aren’t american just because of our religion. 

Islam and Muslim Are Not The Same Thing

There are many things that are the same yet different. Fruits for example. All fruits are from nature and are characterized to be fruits. Yet at the same time an apple can’t be the same thing as a banana. Nor can a pineapple be associated with a grape.

When we look at the girl with a hijab, or that teenage boy with a beard we commonly associate them as muslims. All muslims follow Islam so they must basically be the same, right? WRONG. 

Both words are interrelated, but are not necessarily synonyms of each other. I’ll explain further:

Islam comes from the arabic root word “salema” which means peace, purity, submission, and obedience. Spiritually, it means submission to the will of Allah (God) and listening to his commands which he has set for all of humanity. To me, Islam is a lifestyle. Islam is perfection.

Muslim is the name for a follower of Islam. It is defined as one who literally submits to Allah. It doesn’t matter if you’re a man or a woman, black, white, Indian, Arab, if you submit to Allah you are a muslim.

As quoted by one of my most favorite speakers Yusuf Estes,

“Both “Muslim” and “Islam” come from the same root: “S”, “L”, “M” (silm) meaning; “to submit in peace”; “surrender in obedience”; and this immediately implies a relationship between two entities, one being superior to the other or in charge of matters.”

As you can see, both words are related with a relationship between them, but they’re not the same. Islam clearly is higher than muslim. And that leads into my main point of discussion in this post:

The common perceptions of muslims in the United States today.

Many of us are aware of the so-called “muslim” terrorist groups around the world and especially the middle east. Many of us are also aware of the September 11, 2001 attack on the Twin Towers in New York. What we fail to be aware of is that a handful of muslims, do not define the whole religion.

As clearly stated before, muslims and Islam are not the same thing, so then why do we associate one group of extremists with the whole religion? A religion who’s name literally means peace and not destruction and terror. We don’t associate one radical extremist terrorizing christian with every single follower of Christianity and even Christianity as a whole? If anything radical terrorizing Christians don’t even appear in the news. Same applies with every religion in this world. No one jew or hindu or buddhist can define every single follower. No one person can define an entire world.

You can’t judge an ocean by just one drop of water.

As a young muslim teenager living in America I’ve seen tons of prejudice and stereotypes against myself and others in the community. I’ve had people give my mother who wears a head scarf the finger and shout curse words and things like, “go back to your country” while passing us on the highway. I’ve been through airport security with extra “random checks” and many more questions than others do in line. Why? Because I’m muslim. And because of that i’m automatically assumed to be a terrorist. I’ve seen people give hate for a woman who wore an american flag hijab on July 4th, but its okay for American girls for wear it on their butts in forms of booty shorts, right? (This will be addressed in another post)

What people fail to understand is that muslims are flawed.

Humans in general are flawed. Islam is not.

 Islam is perfect. Muslims are not.

With that being said, how can we call all muslims terrorists for the few who are? Those so-called muslims who hurt innocent people and oppress others are not following the true path of Islam yet we label all muslims the same. We live in a world where we’re well aware of everyone being different, yet its okay for all muslims to be labeled terrorists. Injustice, right?

The Point Is:

Muslims are followers of Islam, but Islam is not defined by a muslim. Islam was created by Allah. Islam is perfect. Muslims are followers of Islam but as humans we are no where near perfection. All muslims around the world can not be labeled the same. The mistakes of some do not define the whole. Every person in this world is different. Not everyone can be associated the same.

Failure Is Not Inevitable, But A Choice

Throughout our lives we face a series of ups and downs, high and lows, maybe even lefts and rights. We have successes and not-so-much-successes. What we believe is that when we get that big fat F on our math test, we’ve done it. We’ve failed. But recently I’ve discovered something-failure is not inevitable, but a choice.

What exactly is the difference between failure and success? Why are they both on opposite ends of the spectrum? We associate failure with sadness and success with happiness. One is good and the other is bad, right? But to me, the difference between failure and success is work. And not that super easy kindergarden time work. This work is HARD. Its kind of like a measure in growth. At first everyone starts off at the bottom. The bottom meaning failure. Failure is doing absolutely nothing. Failure is being contempt with the bottom. In a sense to me, we all start off as failures. But that doesn’t mean we are doomed to stay there forever. We can move forward. We can move towards success

Now lightbulb moment- how could that be true? How can failure not be destined to happen? Not everything can end up the way we want it to. Even when you tried your hardest it still wasn’t good enough? This could be applied to literally everything. School, problems, relationships, I mean it when I say everything. But whenever you get that big fat F and the teacher’s gut-wrenching “See Me” comment at the bottom we tell ourselves that we’ve failed. We define ourselves as that F. It’s not like the F was tattooed on your forehead for the whole world to see.

But in an essence, we let it happen. And we settle for failure.

You decided that instead of reaching out to the teacher about that problem you just didn’t quite understand, you’d handle it. Instead of the scary old teacher you’d ask a super smart friend. But in reality you didn’t really handle it you just kind of shoved your math homework to the bottom of the pile and right before the test you’d just “wing it”. But then “winging it” turns into looking at the test like its mayan hieroglyphics making you want to cry just staring at it. But we contend ourselves with failure. We decide that success is not worth trying for. We stop at failure and do nothing towards moving forward. The blood sweat and tears aren’t worth the fight. Failure is easy. Failure is lazy.

In life we have choices. Failure is one of them. You can take the easy route which looks sunny and easy at first, but in the end your final destination is lower than where you started. Then there’s the other route. Its this awful path called hard work. Its bumpy, there’s a lot of puddles, its not exactly all rainbows and sunshine, but after a while it turns into that. What may started off as a storm and a complete nightmare turns into a rainbow with a leprechaun waiting for you at the end.

The Point Is:

Failure isn’t just destiny. Failure is the result of lack of motivation. Failure is the indirect result of our choices. Choices of laziness and settling for less. Life and school at times can seem hard. But instead of letting ourselves be defined as failures, we can get through moments of hardship for the sweet taste of success.