Wandering With Words

Random musings of a reckless soul.


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Some books can change your life…

Yes it’s true… a good book can change your life. 

So which one has done it for you? Do leave your replies in the comments! 

Some books that have had a positive impact on my life are : 

  1. Enid Blyton’s The Famous Five Series. (Because this was my door to the world of fiction)
  2. Jeffery Archer’s The Prodigal Daughter.
  3. Tony Robbin’s Awaken the Giant Within.


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The miracle of everyday!

Miracles are rare
That’s what people say
But did anyone ever care
To look at the sun?

When it bursts in the sky
The morning star fades
The sun prepares to ignite
The horizon breaks

A thin orange slice
Like a newly bloomed daisy
Will burst to life
And light the way for all alike.

It rises and sets everyday
Travelling the world in a spin
Sometimes angry, smug sometimes
A little too bright or a little too dim.

Not just a ball of fire
Not just a source of light
The sun, my friends,
Supports all life

And in the evening again
It’s the masterpiece of the sky
It takes leave in style
A beauty none can deny

Miracles are rare
That’s what people say
Well, look at the sun
Didn’t it make your day?

So when the sun comes up
How will  you greet it?


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But she had gone from victim to survivor. 

“When I was a kid, my only goal was to get a good education. I dreamed of attending Harvard or Stanford, and planned to become a doctor one day. I was the eldest of four daughters in a Pakistani Muslim family. We lived in Ruwais, a small town in the United Arab Emirates, where my father worked in an oil plant and my mother was a teacher. At school, I always stood out among the girls in my class—I was brash, clever, outspoken. I took pride in acing every test. When I brought home top marks, my father would celebrate by handing out sweets.

One day, when I was in Grade 10, I was in my bedroom doing math homework. My mother walked in. She told me I’d received a marriage proposal. I laughed. “Mom, what are you talking about?” I asked. She didn’t crack a smile, and I realized she was serious. “I’m only 16,” I said. 
“I’m not ready for marriage.” She told me that I was lucky. The offer came from a nice man who lived in Canada. He was 28 years old and worked in IT. His sister was a friend of hers. The woman thought I’d make a perfect match for her brother—I was very tall, and he was six foot two. “They’re going to look so great together in pictures,” she had said to my mother.”

http://torontolife.com/city/life/forced-marriage-samra-zafar/