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By the roaring waves!My art collection: Texture weds Emotion

I well hi first.

Its been a long time. I kinda switched my blogging area from randomlyabstract to something more private. Somewhere I could still write without feeling judged. Without them demons peeking up. Without thinking about. you see, this. Exactly this. Anyway, so I became letterfeels.

And an artist.

Randomlyabstract was also always an artist, thats what the abstract in the name was for. I might rename letterfeels and become who I always was, am, will be. But anyway, this is an exciting post to share a big news with whoever still passes by!

I launched my first ever art collection on my own website which, also, I created myself! Big things, right? So unbelievable.

Check it out here: https://letterfeels.com and tell me you love it and you love me, kay? I feel a little (only a little) weirded out saying all of this here but this is home. I dont want to not share it here. This is where it all started. This is where Ill always come to be me.

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2021, Poems and poetry, Urdu musingsTum se piyaar

تم سے پیار کیا تو پیار بہت
اور دل ٹوٹا تو چکنا چور

تم پاس رہے تو واری واری
اور دور گئے تو بنا ناسور

تم پہلی محبت ہو میری
پر قسمت کو ہے کیا منظور؟

کون کہتا ہے دنیا فانی ہے
محبت تو ہے خدائی دستور

Tum se piyar kiya tou piyar bohat
Aur dil toota tou chakna choor

Tum paas rahay tou waari waari
Aur door gaye tou bana naasoor

Tum pehli muhabbat ho meri
Par qismat ko hai kia manzoor?

Kon kehta hai sab faani hai
Muhabbat tou hai Khudai dastoor

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2021, By the roaring waves!, My Writings, Urdu musingsہنگامہ اے دل

ہمیشہ خاموش کر دیتا ہے تمہارا اچانک سے چلے آنا

مجھے لگتا ہے کہ یہ تمہارے نہ آنے سے زیادہ تکلیف دہ ہے۔ کیونکہ دیکھو جب تم نہیں آتے تو بس ایک جنگ ہوتی ہے۔ اندر ہی اندر سب ٹوٹتا ہے اور ٹوٹ کر بکھر جاتا ہے۔ لیکن جب تم آتے ہو۔۔۔

جب تم آتے ہو تو طوفان تھم جاتا ہے۔ یہ کرچی کرچی روح یکایک سمٹ جاتی ہے۔ مگر تم تو پھر سے چلے جانے کے لئے آتے ہو ناں۔ مجھے حصہ حصہ توڑنے کے لئے آتے ہو۔۔۔

مجھے لگتا ہے جیسے ساری دنیا مل کر میرا مذاق اڑا رہی ہو۔ سب میرے ٹوٹے جسم کو دیکھ کر ہنس رہے ہوں۔ ان کے قہقہوں کی گونج میری کھال کو نوچتی ہے۔ مجھے گاہ گاہ زخمی کرتی ہے۔ میں نہیں چاہتی خود سے مزید لڑنا۔ مجھے نہیں کسی بھی جنگ میں جیتنا۔ مجھے بس معاف کردو اب۔

مجھے ہمیشہ کے لئے چھوڑ دو اب۔

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2021, Urdu musingsمحبت

ایک بات نئی ایک ساتھ نیا

ایک رات انوکھی جادو سی

ایک تم بیٹھے تو مٹ گئے غم

مرے دل کی بستی خوابوں سی

4-1-21 3:41 pm م۔ع۔

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2020, EventNikkahfied!

So I got nikkahfied (we signed our wedding papers) and wanted to share the big news here on my oldest home. Its such an explicable feeling like a precious secret, a divine gift. Alhamdulillah mashaAllah! ❤ Rem in duas, k?

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By the roaring waves!freaking samosas

Calm painting isnt for me. I paint madly. I destroy it when I cant destroy the world. I love realistic, expressionistic, this and that art. I look at them all day. But for me, its all passion and fever. Its what I used writing for. Poetry was a condensed form. Paintings are those but turned outward.

The first time I learned about abstract art was in grade 4. Miss Sadia taught us. I had no idea what it really was but I fell in love. This isalso where the abstract in my blog identity comes from. Random was for words, abstract was for art. randomlyabstract itself was bigger because it was all of me.

When taye-abba bought a huge canvas for his huge lounge and asked little me, Maria do you know what this is? I simply said, abstract art and he was so surprised I knew the term. Wo alag baat hai ke the painting had love written on it like a secret code jisay tab discover kiya jab taye-abba bhi nahi the.

Zendagi megzara. I used to love this term. Its from the kite runner. Ouch that I used to read so many books. Now I mostly just give them away.

A cousin asked me that now that youre getting married will you be throwing off your art supplies? I was like no? Like what? Allah na karay!

What else? Ho gaya ya aur rehta hai? Let me assess and get back to you. Laters baby!

Oh and until then, a work in progress:

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2020, By the roaring waves!Wedding month

Uffoh, such bilawajeh ka stress. Like not exactly bilawajeh, its my wedding month and all brides feel the same way agay peechay but if theres one time in a girls life that is DEVOID of all that negativity (like anxiety or panic or pareshani or negativity or loneliness or some fear or some idk just fill the list) it should be her wedding. But actually it should be all the time yo. Stress comes only when it shouldnt. When else would you invite it over?

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2020, Poems and poetry, Urdu musingsیہ کیسی خبر

جب کھڑکی کے اس پار چیخنے کی آواز آئی

تو لپک کر پہنچنے والا پہلا شخص

تجسس کے مارے آیا تھا

بروقت امداد کسے ملتی ہے

مدد کے لیے روتے ہیں تو خبر بنتی ہے

سب کو تسکین ملتی ہے

وہ جو خبر ملنے پر آتے ہیں

اپنا حق جتلاتے ہیں

ہم ہی تو اسے جانتے تھے

مرحوم بڑا بے صبرا تھا

م ع ۱۴ اکتوبر ۲۰۲۰

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2020, By the roaring waves!, PassagesYour name here

I saw you in a dream today. It was so unexpected. I think I am more shocked right now because I just now remembered it. Its 12:33 PM as I write this sentence.

It was very real, ______. It was so real its a shocking REALISATION now that it was only a dream.

Dreams complete me because you dont.

Dreams comfort me because you dont.

Its not a big deal. Of course its not a big deal. Damn me if I ever return to a non-returnee.

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2020, Urdu musingsدقیانوس

وہ دقیانوس ہیں کہ میرا کھانا پینا پہننا اوڑھنا سب اپنی مرضی کے مطابق ڈھالنا چاہتے ہیں۔

میں دقیانوس ہوں کے معاشرہ کے فرسودہ نظام کے آگے آج بھی زبان نہیں کھول سکتی۔

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2020A decade with WordPress! OOF.

randomlyabstract is 10 years old and Im 24! WHAAAT! I opened this blog today to write this very old, little to-do list sorta notebook I found from 2009-10 today and found this annual notification (this one being so special of course). Coincidence much because that diary mentions this blog as well and apparently I used to mention other stuff in it like my online activity, my school activity (aka which subject to prepare for) and more IMPORTANT things I had to jot down to remember sharing with whomever it concerned, etc.  Like?

I love and hate this weird rush of everything that has happened in the past 10 years. It was a lot. I run a new WordPress-hosted website now but this place will FOREVER be home. ❤ I know that I feel like a stranger here sometimes and hurt myself by backspacing a lot of things I wish I could write but on the whole, I can always return to this part of my self and find solace in the randomly abstract world that it is.

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2020, PassagesMoving

We came there holding baby Ibad in our arms, family awing together at the three-bedroom space, girls chattering about which room should now be theirs and then suddenly screaming because there are pigeons sitting inside!

“It’s okay, it’s okay, we’re not shifting today. The house will be clean when you come.” Today we were only seeing.

And then it was. We kids don’t know how but we know who did it. Baba. Baba and some workers. Baba and some electricians. Baba and some movers. Baba and some van walas. Baba and some plumber, carpenter, chokidaars. We only found the house ready. And clean.

Today we moved again, baby Ibad now seventeen, and one of us little girls married with kids of her own. The house is four-bedroom big, and we’re awing at it even more, but the feelings are not so singular anymore. There’s fear, there’s joy, there’s tiredness, there’s a thousand thoughts and jobs to do. A full rain and rainbow. Even Baba is now old but with Ibad and some men, he has handled most of it.

And then we’re handling the rest. We’re coping with the sweet change but also with the monstrous rain, no-signals, no Internet, no cable for a few more days. We’re also trying to manage the inside of the house and unlike our childhood, shifting and moving requires way more work than it looked like.

Anyhow, it’s also very spiritually moving, this whole experience. It’s shifting perspectives, memories, and making space for new beginnings. So when chaos lifts, there’s ease nearby.

 inshaAllah ❤

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2020, Confusion~ a new dimension!, Paintings and Scribblings, raw and roughHello, safe space?

Hmm. Here because everyone else shunned ya out? Uh-oh. Okay, what brings you here where youre not even real. But reality can be so scary, you know that already. Never judge anyone on fearing it. For not being their harmless-for-others untrue self.

Still so complicated, your sentences. Ew. Told you I didnt like poetry. The f with you.

Acha what brings you here then? Go on, Ill listen. Wow, ehsaan much.

I read this poem from twenty seventeen. Was going through my archives to find something to letter. I did pick a line from it that you see in the photo above. And then put the poem in the caption. Read it out:

All our issues and one

Sometimes,
When I should be elsewhere
Inside Dreams,
I lay awake instead, and
Assemble a questionnaire in my mind:
Everything that I have now yearned too long to ask you, I would;
“This is going to be a very, very honest conversation,” I will say.
It’s our final friendly law.
A sudden surge of happiness like a reflection of seven colors on my sooted heart—
If you call me again I might at least find my name
And as we’re talking, I will ask— no harsh feelings, hey!— but why did you think it was okay to do what you did?
How many others have you scarred the same way?
Alas! In the back of my mind the colors shift
A curtain closes
Rubbing the drama away in one swift move:
How will I know if you won’t still be lying?

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Idk if the ending feels as clear to me now. I remember knowing back then also that it was vague but for me the meaning was clear. How will I know if you wont still be lying, huh? Ajeeb matlab. Duh.

ANYWAY. Im ranting to not think but Im thinking all sorts of things. With so much speed that its hard to catch up. Painful that I cant take your and your and your name. Matlab pagal hi bana diya.

Sigh. My bud-dua or yours? I remember this other poem feels like another life when I wrote those but hey, and it talked about the dua part will remain even after nothing else does. And then I think I mocked it in the same tone. I totally meant the mocking, you know? Because youd think its a good dua while it might not be? And other meanings so f it too.

Its such an important day I dont want to use a wrong word. Especially when Ive kept the decency salamat so far. eh tainting the image now? No please. Wont even dare.

Phew. All our issues and one. This late night. This needed apology. This lack of understanding. And not me. For once, Im not the issue.

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2020, By the roaring waves!, PassagesUniversity and some

Looking out of my departments window

University has been one of my favorite experiences. Both studying there and teaching there. It has a special place in my heart.

We friends loved the landscape there. Before I got admission, I remember my cousin telling me on the phone that there was nothing stunning about UOK but that the nature of that place, the walls and the jungle, will get to the poet in me. That there was no perfect infrastructure but there was something I would be able to relate to, and I did fall in love with it so her words were cent percent true.

I remember writing in the weirdest spaces, solitary and among crowds. Exploring trees, languages, verses, people, art and spirituality.

Without trying, I also return to thinking about a specific room in the university and a specific person who has impacted me in a way I guess I just cherish it all but wish I could do more.

A lot of things happened in those years. Things I wish I could pull down from my memory and put in words, like how Dumbledore caught a streak in his wand and placed in the Pensieve. Alas, such memories are so elusive. But also, I am not even trying yet. They are where they are.

And thats how I deal with memories. Revisiting, but not entirely.

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2020For all you women out there (here)

I want to say so much to you today. I want to thank you for your resilience and congratulate you for not giving up despite the small and HUGE oppressions women in our society face everyday. It’s not just strangers who try overpowering us, sometimes we’re silenced or ridiculed by the closest ones.

Happy women’s day to you. You are not a gaali, joke, puzzle, candy, debate topic, burden, issue. You are human and you’re precious. May you only find powers of goodness every coming day.

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