Random Rant: Use of Everyday Words

I get cringy and so annoyed when muslim people misuse common Arabic words! Say, they use MashaAllah instead of Astagfirullah when one has seen something unforgivable. MashaAllah is used to appreciate, or when something good has happened. You use Astagfirullah when you want to ask forgiveness, or freedom from something bad. This one instance sa FB, may nagPost ng isang scandalous photo of two teenagers cuddling – one FB user said, “Grabe mga batang to, dapat pinapagalitan Mashaallah”. So you mean, you appreciate what they are doing? 😑 Ughh See, you defeat the context of your whole sentence with just one word. NapakaContradictory eh. This happens alot with other words such as the use of In shaa Allah, Allahuakbar, Ya Allah, etc. Whenever confronted with one, kinakausap ko and I correct them. But most of the time, sa social media ko nakikita and they are strangers – so reaching out, esp mga Maranaos, doesn’t work at all cause they get agitated kasi nga touched ang “Maratabat” nila, and they freakin start to smart-shame you. Like seriously dude? Know your vocabulary rin minsan. ✌🏻‬
‪This is an opinion, and a common observation from people. Please enlighten me if mali pagkakaintinde ko. 

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Blood

An assassin’s cloak draped from head to toe, prowling and waiting in the shadow.

I dashed to to do the deed, and slit the throat in one swift blow.

Alas, the stench of cruelty cannot be obscured.. as it exudes inside out.

In a sea of blues and greens, the color of fresh blood gushed out.

You fell down on your knees, I don’t have a choice.

You said “How can you?” in one low, sweet sweet voice.

I was back, a deep slumber it was, from a trip I took from hell.

It was a mistake! “I apologize for I was cruel” – which I couldn’t tell.

Both bent down, the rotten blood seeping thru my finger.

You looked me in the eye, “one more time” you say, the light fading in one last flicker.

Don’t leave me I mumble, I won’t make the same mistake again. No, never.

Fallen

The glass fell from the wooden table and shattered in thousand pieces over the black marbled-floor. It’s as if I was staring at the stars, but instead of gazing up I was looking down. The stars on my feet, only a meter away from my hands. I know if I reached out, I’d injure myself. 

Beautiful things come at a great cost – sometimes it can hurt and sometimes it is better left untouched. 

Always

Mid-air. I am falling, non-stop. Gravity pulling me back to the ground. I hear your voice, familiar and comforting “Take my hand, take it. Do not hesitate.”

I then smell flowers, strong and wistful. Now Im walking towards a river, blue and foamy. I see you sitting by the rock with your feet submerged, you were waving and inviting me to come and take a plunge. I knew it was freezing because you were shivering but you try to hide it. I can see through you though. I will always see. 

I wake up. I realize I’m still alone in bed, sweating. I hear my heartbeat – loud and thumping between my ribs. I can hear your name in every beat; my heart screams for you, pulsating through my veins. My heart was is restless. 

Farce

We can all fake faces, make people believe what we want them to believe. We can ridicule, judge, and pretend we are smarter than everyone else. We can be who we wanted to be. We can be bastards to make someone else’s life a living hell. We are greedy and take value of our pride. We hurt others to make ourselves superior, we declare our might and perverseness when we get the chance to destroy somebody weaker. We bathe on their feebleness and take joy in it.

We are humans, we love to see others get hurt. We are nothing but HUMANS.

Blind

I was blind for how many years for I failed to look at the bad side of everything. Is it a blessing or a curse? 

I’ve always had the liking for good things – of sweet stuffs, wonderful words, of sunsets, and of falling leaves. But through the years, I have realized that behind every good thing there lies an opposing counterpart.. the familiarity of bitterness after tasting sweet perfection, of remorseful words, of the lonely night that follows a beautiful sunset, and of the bare tree after all the leaves has fallen out. When you lost sight of pessimism, you will expect good things from everyone.. then a simple refusal will break your fickle bones. 

Never expect because nothing is there that will last forever.. no can, and no one will.