Muslims are terrorists: Is this a misnomer?

"Some men manipulate her and use her for greed,
Kill in her name, but her name comes from peace,
So I stand by her pillars proud, she keeps me grounded.
Reminds me to be humble; through her are all the answers,
To every question even worth asking,
And to love her, you must be able to love all human beings.They deserve to hear her words and learn of her teachings."

-Boona Mohammed, For the Love.

I have made a promise to myself before starting this very blog that I will never touch on politics but following the recent outcry of the Boston bombings, a lot of media has attacked muslims with their bigoted "intelligible" thoughts claiming that Muslims are all vile which has certainly upset me. And leading this blame game would be none other than the US. To most Americans, they must have thought that all perpetrators of terrorist acts nowadays are Muslims. Well, there's the Fort Hood massacre, the shoe bomber... and the 9/11 attack and guess what? they're all Muslims. Some of you may say that this is a fair conclusion. 

However, Islam really has nothing to do with any of these attacks as these acts are frowned upon in our beautiful religion. They have used Islam as just an excuse and a cover. The Great Prophet Muhammad SAW pbuh of course did teach us to wage a jihad against those who are inhumane- NOT against all and sundry.

To imply that these terrorists represent all Muslims is like saying the KKK represents all Christians. Get your facts right and don't be an idiot. 

Draw my life

Nowadays I can't seem to sit still and dive into my functions. Here is a little something that I have put together, fueled up by my weakness in the face of impulse to study. The amount of hours I have put in to making this video would tantamount to finishing the whole judgement made in the "Snail in the bottle" case (which I have yet to read).

forever procrastinating,

N°33

Uprooting to a new country is not in any way akin to being on holiday, especially when you're only a student. Everything else was completely foreign, including your new home. And then winter arrived, I was already comfortable with my new place despite it lacking spaces. (Although, I'm not completely sure where home is these days, I do like the perspective of me no longer feeling like a tourist living in a tiny space i.e. my room). So today I want to welcome you to a little tour of my bedroom.

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Almost every student I know sleep on a single bed and complain how they are too big for their bed. Exceptionally, I revel in the cosiness that this tiny bed of mine brings.

I like to store everything as visually as possible. I love being able to see my clothes and accessories at a glance. It saves me so much time when getting ready.

One glance at my jewellery collection and it becomes apparent that I have a pretty solid uniform of chunky accessories. 

I like to keep my perfumes together with pretty things. Details make me happy! The vintage camera is a little souvenir I got from Camden market which I managed to score for £35 and the name tag is a small token that I've walked off with from this year's Law Ball (I paid £45 for the Ball surely I deserve something).

My study table also functions as my vanity table. Needless to say, I rarely use this table for the former purpose.

My mini mood board where I pin almost everything. I like to keep photos and details changing as often as possible.

I don't have a proper make up organiser at the moment, so for now I keep all my make up in one place. I think lipsticks are so beautiful so instead of hiding them I like to display them on my study table. Also, displaying them out in the open is the best way to make sure they get worn.

And ordinarily, the table would be cluttered with the usual things I use daily. 

xx,

UK diary: LDN

2 days in London seems like a grim sentence, because there is no way you could do so much in 2 days especially when you've brought your mom along. Babu's idea of spending those 2 days in London would be braving the wintry conditions exploring every nooks and crannies of Oxford and Regent Street. So I asked her and my sisters to watch the Jersey Boys with me because a trip to London is not complete without ever attending a musical. 

If you have been following my blog, you might have caught wind that a piece of my heart belongs in Portobello Road, which is where we went the very next morning. We ambled through the great lengths of Portobello Road, stopping to rummage for little treasures and got ourselves little treats from Hummingbird Bakery. 

Afterwards, we strolled along the mansion-lined streets of Notting Hill fantasizing of living in a pastel house with climbing roses and a glossy front door, got a kwey tiaw fix at Oodle Noodle and stared longingly at yet more gastronomic porn displayed in the windows of Westbourne Grove road. And after we had our other senses filled, we head back to the apartment and  slept through the afternoon.

And for me, these are all the ingredients to spend a good time in London.

Anatomy of a confused spring outfit (a.k.a my default it-shouldn't-be-7-degrees-outside uniform)

Have a lovely Easter break,
A.