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I'm going to study Quant now.
Enough with my depressing thoughts. I decided to make myself a five-ingredient sandwich, and now I'm going to study English. (Maybe studying will distract me from all the pessimistic thoughts and loneliness.)
I'm getting very stressed these days because my high school finals results will be declared soon. I know I didn't do well, so I just hope I pass and achieve the required percentage to get into universities. My first entrance exam didn't go well either. I plan to post everything I do — for example, if I finish one or two topics, I'll post about it. Maybe this will satisfy my brain and give it enough dopamine so that I don't procrastinate. Tommorow, I plan to complete Set Theory, Statistics, Sequences and Series, Permutations and Combinations, and maybe Linear Equations as well if I have some time left.
I've made a decent study plan for my upcoming exams, though I'll admit I'm very scared. Also, I've finally decided to add dried snapdragon (flowers) to my commonplace notebook. We'll be moving out in a month, and I'll have to leave this beautiful garden behind as well. I've spent more than twelve years here, so I'm drying some flowers from the garden and placing them at random pages in my notebook.
Time left for the exam: 2 days
I have three days left before my entrance exam. I didn’t study much today, but I’ll try my best to complete at least one English book.
"Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognise anywhere"
Taylor Swift, "New year's Day"
“You have a lot in common with the moon; its light & its beauty, & its distance from me.”
Nizar Qabbani
It's so true!
the agony you fall into as soon as you finish a book that has changed your life is unbearable. it's slow and wears you out from within, making you burn in solitude. everything around you is different and it's as if you ended up with the book itself.
~To the daydreamers~
To dream–to dream has been the business of my life.
–Edgar Allan Poe
In every wood in every spring there is a different green.
"The story of Layla and Majnun"
the grief of loving too much is heavy but it is better than the regret of not trying at all
I have chanted Maa Durga’s name with the same love and reverence as I have made Dua to Allah and bowed before Waheguru. I worship the divine, not the name
my pronouns are sweet/heart
cause of death longing i presume
It's december and i miss you yet again
please stop living so far away, I wanna shop my groceries with you
need a love that turns Qais into Majnu and Laila into La ilaaha illalaah
My brother never touches his cricket bat with his feet. It will anger the gods within it, he says. The goalkeeper of my football team kisses the goalpost before the beginning of a match, a silent prayer to the deity within. My sister never puts her paintbrushes on the floor and my father holds his stethoscope with unmatched devotion. You see, the gods are what you want them to be, where you want them to be. In your mother’s lap, in your best friend’s hug, in the coffee you are almost addicted to, in the equipments of the gym you love working out in or in the books you bought but will never read. The gods are wherever you want them to be. The gods are wherever you need them to be.
"In my culture, we know death intimately. In Arabic, the highest expression of love is the phrase "ya'aburnee" Translated "you bury me" . It means "I love you so much, I'd sooner die than bury you". It was used by mothers in our lineage who were so used to losing their young in war. In my culture, we cannot talk about love without speaking death's name"
-George Abraham, "Untitled," Published In Black Napkin Press
oh to be a scholar during the islamic golden age using mathmatics to create incredible art