Pandora Diary: Distress of A Survivor

This painting is for the girls who are survivors of the daily abuses.

I found her in my sketchbook few days ago, ”crying”. She was crying with flowers in her head, while her hair was messy and flying in the air. She was neither happy nor sad. Neither was a heart-breaker nor heart-broken. That is what paradox means, to be felt by itself or a state where you feel confused.. A lot of us feels that way, when can never give an exact answer of how you feel or how we intend to feel at the same time. 

She reminds me of my crying self at long winter nights when everything is calm and quite, only the darkness can see your tears rolling down your cheeks on the pillows. When millions of hands are touched your soul while walking on a lonely streets, when creepy eyes stare at your figure and comments are passed down by each one them. Even when people say alot to you for being a ‘girl’, for living a life where you cant wear what you want, because you are the ”weak gender” When no one helps when your screaming, when blood rushes down your thighs, even when they capture you and put you in a cage and torture you with thier mighty power and words and all you do is cry and they do is laugh like its a joke to play with someones life and dignity.

Pandora Diary: Perspective of Love.

Love is a state of being. Love doesn’t mean that it should be on a particular person, it can be on anything, passion, something rarely magical to ones eyes yet too complicated to understand by others. That is love. love is sometimes complicated but its sweet as honey.

Love is when he laid his eyes on hers and the time stopped for a while. Love is when someone accepts you for who you are and doesnot complain about it. Its all accepting everything about that person.
Love is when you can’t live without them. You can live without them…people who says that are living, but its sometimes when you say you can’t you mean a life without them is dull, shallow.
Love is when they leave you for someone. If they leave you in the first place they weren’t meant for you. Believe in god, he does things for a reason.

Love is not when you play with someone’s feelings. If love was easy people around the world wont have cried themselves to sleep nor changed or ruined their lives. If love was meant for ruining peoples lives then love wouldn’t be a part of life.

Pandora Diary: Meet and Greet

The holy month of Ramadan ends and EID begins. There is no chance of being sad on that very day of ours.  Fire works on the dark night sky the day before EID. People coming out from their morning prayers and hugging people they know and greeting them on the first day of EID. The mosques filled with people and mostly wearing white. At home, bunch of people comes and goes, while tables filled wiith rich food and girls wearing beautiful attires. Then arrives the moment of having salami (EIDI or money provided by elders to young children as blessings). That is fun, when children would rush to the elders. On the other hand, the less fortunate, gets clothes and food as well. There are volunteers who would provide gifts for them or donations from mosques or families giving to them. Its nice to see someone being happy by someone who has more and have the willingness to share. Having the willingness to share happiness with someone who have less is a blessing.  

Pandora Diary: One sided love

He fell in love, blindly for two years with a girl  who was just probably passing her time with him. With all the gifts and money he used to do for her, spending two years of his life with someone who doesnt even know the meaning of love except betrayal and cheat. That moment, that time, that second, when she left him, when she stopped talking to him, finally breaking up from a relationship that  was one-sided… the earth crashed in to millions of parts, the sky turned dark and the heart tour apart forever creating a hatred and sorrow for love and god. Asking millions of questions to god and the world. feeling alone and sad, thus creating a great hatred for love and creating him into a monster who is not even in his nature. She left him  for no reason, shes happy leading him to a world where people hates him, where words became curse and faces became unknown.