The Swimsuit Edition, Where Sexism Knows No Size

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Apparently we’re all supposed to celebrate the fact that an average-sized woman will appear in this year’s Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition.

I’m told it’s some kind of triumph that, of the many women pointlessly objectified on the pages of a magazine that’s supposed to be about sports, one will be somewhat heavier than all the others. Sexism is so deeply woven into the fabric of sports in America that this, incredibly, is meant to represent progress.

Never mind that this year’s cover model, in addition to being exactly the size you’d expect her to be, is also waxed to within an inch of her life. Never mind that only average-sized model in the magazine appears not as part of an editorial layout but in an ad. Never mind that both women appear to have been liberally airbrushed, unless you believe neither of their bodies has a single stray hair, birthmark…

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Let’s talk; Islam and terrorism do not go hand-in-hand.


Let’s talk; Islam and terrorism do not go hand-in-hand.

Now I’m not saying that no terrorists believe in Islam, but I am saying this; not all terrorists are people of Islamic faith, they are not all Muslims, and the religious beliefs espoused by the Islamic faith do not condone terrorist action.  PhD M Amir Ali asserts that terrorist actions are condemned in the Quran and that it is also asserted that such action should be met by severe punishment. When we see terrorism enacted by individuals claiming they are doing so in the name of Islam it is important to keep in mind that these people are in the minority; they are extremists, they do not represent the belief of their religious community as a whole. These actions are not sanctioned by Islam; media coverage and fear mongering encourage us to see such terrorist actions as representative of a religion…

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Why I can’t celebrate Malala’s Nobel Peace Prize.

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The Nobel Peace Prize was awarded this Friday to India’s Kailash Satyarthi and Pakistan’s Malala Yousafzai for their struggles against the suppression of children and for young people’s rights, including the right to education. That is great news, and it might almost mean Nobel Peace Prize makes sense again, after being awarded to Barack Obama in 2009 “for his extraordinary efforts to strengthen international diplomacy and cooperation between peoples”, and to European Union in 2012 “for over six decades contributed to the advancement of peace and reconciliation, democracy and human rights in Europe”.

Still, there is something that really troubles me. How come we (meaning the West) always recognize the “devils” of the East, the torments children like Malala had to and have to go through (in her case, with the Taliban), but always fail to recognize our own participation in creating those “devils”? How come we never…

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Broken Dreams

Drowning in a darkness

Of deep despair

Believing I will resurface

But seeing truths that are not there

See the rays of sunlight

They shine upon your scars

Reaching for that broken smile

Among the hidden stars

Hearing the tear drops

Falling from your eyes

Believe my hidden secrets

And tell my stolen lies

Bring me to the surface

Give me air to breathe

Let me see the sorrow

Upon my broken dreams


Why I’ve decided to take the #100daysofhappy challenge

In our modern world everyone is running around trying to finish piles of tasks, running the never ending rat race; that happiness has become as elusive as owning that Ferrari customised to your specifications.

The month of May has been a very daunting time for me. So much so, that I’ve lost perspective of the little things that made me happy, even if it was just for a short time. Simple things like a text from the people I love, catching the sunset on my way back from work or those kisses on my hand that my two year old nephew is so fond giving.

On Friday, my good friend and colleague, Miss T, suggested that we start the #100daysofhappy challenge as of Monday 9 June. And I said ok, a bit skeptical though. At first I thought, how is this going to help me in any way. So the more I thought of it, the more the concept appealed to me. I realised it’s not about being happy all the time, 24/7 for one hundred days, because that will be impossible (but if you have the pills that can do that, please let me know).

So what happens after the 100 days are up? Nothing. I’m not doing this for anything or anybody, it’s purely for me. Just to capture those tiny moments and realise the importance of joy/being happy daily.

I will be documenting my daily “happy moments” on my instagram account. I will occasionally blog about it too.

To follow my #100daysofhappy challenge follow me on instagram saadz21.

The World is not Black and White

untitledGod grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

Everyone is different.

There are some differences that are simple. Some are more complex.
There are differences that are tied to self-identity. Sexual orientation, race, age, sex, background and interests. When someone has a problem with differences in these areas, it is often something that runs deep in their upbringing and is very hard to change.
Accepting differences can be difficult at times – yet – respecting others for their differences in necessary.

Why do we want everything to be our way? Because we’re human and selfish. But to progress and survive in a society, we need to be tolerant of each other, whatever the other person believes in, as far as religion or any other matter is concerned, is individual choice. The world is not black and white, and the sooner we realise that, the sooner will we see progression in our societies, and who knows, perhaps even world peace.

People are so busy disliking each other’s ways of life, that all they do is point fingers at how wrong others are, and all the positive and creative energy that the Universe has endowed us with goes to waste.People get distanced from each other due to intolerance; and when they don’t unite to work towards their betterment and that of others, the society plunges into darkness and despair. No one want to help or like anyone who does not conform to his or her own specific standards of piety or correctness.

This self-righteous attitude has never brought people together as it hurts the feelings of those who do not believe what others want them to believe. It is indeed a sad state of affairs when everyone feels they are right and others are wrong and deserves to be disrespected. If animals can live together in a jungle and respect each others rights and territories and only kill for survival, why can’t we humans, who are the most supreme species learn to live with each other in peace and harmony?

Maybe I’m writing this post after reading and watching of the horrific civilian attack in Nairobi over the weekend, I was appalled! As human beings , we are born with a free will, and have the right to choose what religion or persons we want to be associated with. If one thinks one is following the right and true path, the way to make others agree is to be an exemplary human being or try to be, so that others will automatically want to be like you. They will reform or change their opinions without one having to insult, criticize or kill for that matter.

In today’s fast changing and globally shrinking world in which different races, religions and cultures have to interact on a day-to-day basis, the only way to exist in peace is to accept and tolerate differences.

The Dash

“What will be left of all the fearing and wanting associated with your problematic life situation that every day takes up most of your attention? A dash – one or two inches long, between the date of birth and date of death on your gravestone” – Ekhart Tolle


On any tombstone, you will see two dates; the date of birth and the date of death. All that seperates those dates is a Dash. Just a simple, single line that represents everything that person did from birth to death.

I don’t know how long my Dash of life will be, no one really does. For some, it’s a quick sprint while others have a long, long journey. But, I can have an impact of what that Dash represents on my own tombstone to people that I’ve met along the journey of my life, the people who knew me and shared my life. I can try to understand and feel for other people. I can be accepting of differences. I can keep to my word. I can be quicker to smile and slower to anger. I can show respect and be ready to lend a hand. I can live every day as if it were my last, for every passing day is a day closer to the date after my Dash.