Friday, October 18, 2013

The Art of Make Up

The makeup is simply an extension of the personality and colors, clothing, makeup all express something.
                                                                                                                                                                   -Gene Simmons

Believe it or not women all around the world LOVE makeup ok maybe not all of them but yes most of them! A good make over definitely helps to look confident and most importantly beautiful. But the important thing is that make up should be according to the occasion/event. Here are few tips I find the best and they work well for me J


Always, ALWAYS make sure your base is just one tone fairer than your natural skin tone. If you opt for whiter bases it will just give you a plastic look. You can actually look really bad.

If you have oily skin so always go for matte bases, for me Maybelline Dream Matte Mousse works the best, it blends well with the skin. Else stick foundation does the job well.

Before applying the foundation make sure you wash your face properly and moisturize it with oil free moisturizer.

Eyes and Lips:

The synchronization of eyes and lips go hand in hand. You enhance both but focus on one of them. You wouldn’t really enjoy a heavy smoky look on the eyes with bright orange lips.
Don’t you just simply love dramatic eyes? Eyes should be an important focus of your make up. Smokey eyes add the most drama to eyes but you just can’t go all smoky everywhere.

Simply wearing heavy mascara looks really nice, it makes your eyes look wider and more attractive.  You MUST have volumizer mascaras in order to attain such look. Also you can put on some white/ silver-ish eye pencils on your inner eye lids to make your eyes appear relatively brighter and wider.

A very important thing that must be kept on mind, your eye cut and what style of eye liner suits you well. Try different techniques of eye liners beforehand so you get to know which one suits you the best. I always go for thin eye liner and soft winged look, it works well with my droopy eyes. If you have naturally wide eyes, even thick and elongated winged liner serves very well.
Your lip color speaks about your personality. Make sure you choose the most appropriate lip color.
With simple heavy mascara eyes you can go for different shades of red or oranges even hot pink.

With heavy eye makeup make sure you choose natural lip colors. But don’t ever leave the lips on lip glosses or lip balms. Your entire look can look incomplete except for the fact if you have really healthy pink lips.

Blush and Contouring:

Rule 1 should be rule, you contour before putting on the blush on. Use shades of brown to contour your cheeks and nose. Don’t ever use the blush brush for this, if you are doing this, then you are just fooling yourself. If you don’t own proper contouring bushes use your fingers, blend well and viola! You still can get a perfect contoured look.

For blush use shades of pinks and peaches, these colors give a refreshing look but don’t use excess of it. 
When putting on the blush smile so you can apply on the proper areas that need the highlight.

Don’t forget to swipe bit of the blush-on on your nose and hair line, cheek bones and neck to balance the entire look. Try using light shades of brown to blush these areas as it adds shape to your face.

In the end don’t forget to apply compact powder by a thick brush so it blends the entire look and make it look complete.


Sunday, September 22, 2013

The Extraordinary.

Their group laugh was not familiar to her. She wasn’t new in the group but this dark side of her friends was new to her. She always considered them as intellects but that one moment she realized how she couldn’t understand them all along. They weren’t different from others. Their minds worked similar to that of the society. Same kind of small talks, small mentality. She was disappointed in them but mostly in herself. How she couldn’t understand them, how she could’ve explained things to them
“Why do we have to make fun of those who come back from not-so-well-off background? Why don’t we see how much efforts they put in their climb? Those who come a long way?” She looked into their eyes and found deep coldness in them. These were her friends?

She was more than surprised? She was always fond of those who came a long way. Those who are termed as “Zero” by the society. Just because they don’t have excess of money or they belong to some extra ordinary families. Those were the people who she always considered as “Heroes”, true heroes.

She didn’t understand what was so special about those Richie riches who have every possible resource in life, that’s nothing extraordinary but to have no resources and then proving yourself is the real test. If you sail through the deep ocean without the tides being on your side then you are extraordinary.

She had loads of respect for such hardworking people but her thoughts wandered, “How the society could put them down just like that? Without any reason? Who are we to judge? And why do we judge?”  Sadness filled her eyes as she drowned deep into her thoughts.

Sitting there she realized,” It’s us who have polluted the society with our shallow thinking, our low mindsets. We think we are literate and intellects but we are not. When we can’t appreciate the real gems among us then do we really expect that simple rocks will be appreciated?”

Most of us suffer from the same problem. We have become biased, money oriented. We must analyze where we stand. Let’s work on not becoming bias and respecting each other for who and what they are. Live and let live! 

Wednesday, August 28, 2013


"دل عجیب شہ ہے، عجیب چیزیں مانگتا ہے۔ عجیب چیزیں کرنے کو کہتا ہے۔“
چھ سے زاءد ماہ گزر جانے کے با وجود شہر ذات کے یہ جملے ہر وقت میرے دل و دماغ پر چھاءے رھتے ہیں۔ انسان واقعی بڑی عجیب شہ ہے۔ ہماری محبتیں اور چاھتیں بھی بڑی عجیب ہیں۔ جن کو ہم چاہتے ہیں وہ ہمیں نہیں اور جو ہمیں چاہتے ہیں ہم انھیں نہیں۔ محبت اور چاہت کو ویسے تو ہم نے مجازی محبوب سے منسوب کر دیا ہے۔ انسان محبت کو پتہ نہیں کوئ الگ ہی دنیا سمجھتا ہے، عجیب و غریب خوابوں کی دنیا. لیکن انہی لوگون سے جب محبت کی بہترین مثال مانگو تو وہ ماں جیسی ہنستی کی مثال دیتے ہیں، گویا سب کو اپنے محبوب کی محبت کی بے ثباتی کا اندازہ ہوتا ہے۔ دنیا میں آکر انسان نئ نئ محبتوں میں الجھ جاتا ہے مگر افسوس وہ زندگی میں سب سے اہم اور ضروری محبت کو بھلا دیتا ہے۔ماں کی محبت سے ستر گناہ زیادہ محبت، انسان کیسے بھول جاتا ہے؟ بلکہ سوال یہ کہ کیوں بھول جاتا ہے؟ گناہ پہ گناہ کو معاف کرنے والا، دعاٰءیں قبول کرنے والا، آنسوؤں کو سہارا دینے والا۔۔ اس کی محبت کو کس طرح ہم بھلا سکتے ہیں؟
یہ لکھتے وقت میں سوچتی ہوں کہ میں خود بھی تو ایک خطاکار اور گناھگار انسان ہوں جس نے دنیاوی محبت کو زندگی میں زیادہ اہمیت دی ہوئ ہے۔ پتہ نہیں ہم انسان ایسے کیوں ہیں؟ الله نے ہمیں کھلی ہدایت دی ہے، سمجھ بوجھ بھی دی ہے مگر پھر بھی ہم نے آنکھوں پر پٹی باندھ لی ہے۔ شاید ہم نے اگلی زندگی کا سوچنا چھوڑ دیا ہے۔ ہمیں اپنی اصلی زندگی، ہمیشہ رھنے والی زندگی کا خیال ہی نہیں۔ لوگ کہتے ہیں کہ زیادہ آگے کا نہیں سوچنا چاھیے،لیکن وہ ہی تو سب سے ضروری ہے، آگے کا سوچنا ہی تو اہم ہے کیونکہ آگے جاکر الله کو جواب دینا ہے۔ ضرورت یہ ہے کہ انسان اور اس کے دل کے درمیان صرف اس ایک ذات کی محبت حاءل ہونی چاھیے۔ اس کی محبت ہوگی تو ہر دنیا کی ہر مشکل، دکھ، ہر محبت کو کنارہ مل سکتا ہے۔
الله سے دعا ہے کہ وہ اپنی محبت سے ہمارے دل آباد کرے۔ (آمین)

Thursday, August 22, 2013

A Simple Act of Kindness Can Stir the Widest Ocean..

Sitting comfortably on the sand she saw her younger cousins jumping and having fun in the water at a distance. She was always fond of the beach, she loved it: its depth, its unpredictability. With Sammy, her cat resting on her lap she kept looking from one kid to other. She was plunged into deep thoughts.

 Out of those eight children why would only one be so crazy over her? She was never among those who’d differentiate between children; she treated them all equally well but she never understood why everyone treated her differently. All of a sudden her thoughts jumbled, her kitty jumped from her lap to attack on the bird sitting nearby.

 “No Sammy NO!” She yelled. But her kitty ignored and went to the other direction. “So this is life, you take care and love someone more than yourself, take care of them like your baby even they’ll ignore you” She thought as she watched Sammy go away. “But then why only Alizeh?” Her thoughts confused her.

 Alizeh was her youngest cousin, nine years younger than her and despite their differences that little girl copied her. From her walking, talking, posing, and eating to even the words she spoke the most. She was surprised how much a seven year old can observe. Deep into her thoughts she didn’t realize that she was continuously staring Alizeh, her chained thoughts broke and found Alizeh staring at her. She smile and a warmer smile was what she got in return and within seconds she saw Alizeh running towards her, drenched in sweat and out of breath Alizeh asked,

 “Why don’t you join us? We are having a lot of fun.” “I am fine here, there has to be someone who has to take care of the stuff as well, go and enjoy darling”, She replied softly.

“You know what? You are very sweet, you always smile, talk softly, and never say no. I like you, you’re very kind.” after speaking Alizeh kissed her hand and ran towards the other kids. She was surprised at the little girl’s purity, her smiled broadened and she felt like a true hero.

She watched the orange sun setting in the deep blue sea and thought “So you really don’t need to be superman or batman, you can be anyone’s hero. All you need is one kind word and you can win any battle.”


Tuesday, August 6, 2013

ادھوری کہانی

آج بارش میں اپنےبھیگتے وجود سے اسے عجیب وحشت ہوئ تھی- بارش سے نہ خوشی ملی تھی نہ راحت، بلکہ اضطراب مزید بڑھتا گیا- ہر بار اپنے اعتبار کو کرچی کرچی ہوتا دیکھ کر وہ انھی نا قابل بیان کیفیات سے دوچار ہوتی تھی- وہ کمزور نہیں تھی، نہ آنسو بہاتی تھی اور نہ ہی دوسروں سے شکوہ تھا۔ شکایت تھی تو خود سے اور گلہ بھی-

کچھ زخم بہت عجیب ہوتے ہیں، جب چھیڑو رستے ہیں، درد دیتے ہیں، تکلیف پہنچاتے ہیں۔ کئ بار ٹھوکر کھانے کے باوجود آج پھر وہ وہیں کھڑی تھی۔ آج بھی اس کے اندر ایک جنگ جاری تھی، ایک طوفان تھا، الاؤ ابلنے کو تھا۔ ماضی کے سارے تجربات اپنی یادوں سے اسے بوجھل کر رہے تھے-

وہ اسی کشمکش میں تھی کہ پیچھے سے آنے والی آواز اس کی سمعاتوں سے ٹکرائ اور اسے اس تلخ دنیا میں واپس لے آئ؛
“یار بس بھی کرو، بارش رکنے والی ہے مگر تمھارے مزے نہیں“
“مزے؟“ اس نے خود سے پوچھا۔
بے خیالی میں پیچھے مڑی تو دوست کو جواب کا منتظر پایا- جواب دینے کی بجاے وہ ہمیشہ کی طرح آج بھی صرف مسکرائ اور دوست کے پیچھے چل دی۔ اپنے اندر جاری جنگ کو ادھورا چھوڑ کر، بے شمار سوالوں کے جواب ادھورے چھوڑ کر، اپنے اندر کے الاؤ کو باہر نکالے بغیر- ہمیشہ کی طرح یہ کہانی بھی ادھوری چھوڑ کر-

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Where Would I Rather Be?

Where would I rather be?
The place which isn't far away from me,
It all depends on my belief.
I'd rather be where there's peace,
Where smiles are free,
Where tears neither belong to you nor me,
Where it’s all about victories,
Where miseries don't slap you publically,
Where playing with innocent lives isn't a regime,
A place so heavenly,
Where every moment motivates me with sweet memories,
A place that believes in the heart's beauty,
Where liars don't prevail,
And fake ones don't exist!

 Where would I rather be?
 Where everyone is happy,
 Where love lasts,
 It neither weakens me nor breaks me,
 Where trust isn't shattered,
 Where life isn't unpredictable,
 Where justice is served,
 Where voices are heard,
 Where crying to myself isn't a routine,
 Where every sunrise enlightens me,
 Where I won't be judged cruelly.

 Where would I rather be?
 A place more like fantasy,
 Where I won't be afraid to lose my beauty,
 Where these youthful years won't be part of memories,
 Where life will be full of luxuries,
 Materialism won't be a "tragedy",
 Where things could bring internal harmony,
 Where each moment is party,
 Lavish life more than that of celebrities,
 Such a place is in my dreams.

 Somewhere I’d rather be,
 Is a place where we all could be,
 Not a mere dream or fantasy,
 As a Muslim it is my belief,
 Good deeds are all I need,
 To obey the Lord's teaching is the way to succeed,
 Then only will heaven welcome my being,
 Where would I rather be?
 The place which isn't far away from me,

 It all depends on my belief!

Saturday, July 20, 2013

In The Dark...

We live in a world where we are judged on our every single action. Judgements which are based on assumptions, a common mindset or just mere perceptions. We are judged on baseless reasons, reasons that aren't ours! What we feel or go through will never ever be considered because it doesn't add spice to the gossip. 

Let’s face the truth, no matter how much we hate people who judge, in the end we ourselves end up judging people. We judge people on their smiles, on their tears, on their natures, on their habits, on their every single step, without knowing their story, their reality.

Not only we judge others, we fear of being judged. We try to act as genuine as possible, yet we fail. 
Each person in this world has his/her dark side which they hide, not only from others but also from themselves. We’re so used to of judging that we have started doing peoples job, we've started labelling our own selves. We live in a dilemma, if we are down, confused and going through a rough day we will never show our real colours  instead we end up faking our feelings.

For instance, if I am sad and down for some reason, I’ll put on a bright smile because that’s my ultimate power tool. I can easily fool others and most importantly myself that I am happy and satisfied, when actually I am not! In the end I’ll end up making worse choices in this state of enigma. But I won’t stop faking around because if I show myself, “What will people think about me?”, “What will people say?”, such thoughts will haunt me
This is what we all are doing to ourselves.

Look around, you’ll find everyone drowned in the sea of problems but like everyone else we’ll judge the book by its cover! Why should we bother giving anyone a hand, like us they are also living a “perfect life”. We are all imperfectly perfect, no matter whatever we are going through we portray that “All Is Well”. Look around you’ll find people fighting from broken hearts to hunger, from illiteracy to racism, from abusive relationships to innocent deaths! If we say that this world is not a good place its most probably because we haven’t done anything to make it a good place. 

We have failed to realize that we all stand on the same dark path, where we can’t see anyone else, we just feel ourselves in the darkness and conclude that its just us in the darkness and we start faking out, like everyone else.

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Is This Life All About?

I don't write poetry but this is my first attempt, so here it goes:

Cold breeze, beautiful sun,
What can happen then?
Hidden chaos.
Is this life all about?
Everything changes suddenly!
Never explaining what has happened.
People die, families cry.
So inhumane…
Why innocent lives?
Now where are the fake one?

Homes are on fire from inside.
Fighting and arguing,
Never compromising!
Where has all the love and affection gone?
Faded like it was never there before.

The world is becoming a global village
But where is all the friendship?
All the promises?!
Buried in the cold souls?

Beautiful night,
The moon so bright!
Just waiting for a miracle.
What else can happen?

Monday, April 29, 2013

.. And the life still awaits...

I feel sad today! I am sad because of my country being looked down upon. I feel sad because my people are dying. I feel sad when I see families cry. I feel sad when there is no one to listen their grief. I feel sad due to the negligence towards our education. I feel sad because we are killing our own people. I feel sad about many other things as well but I don’t know for how long will this feeling take over me. We all feel sad for one moment and partying the other. Even right now I see people who are happy! It won’t be wrong to say that our hearts have turned into stones, hard and numb.

Usually at this hour of night, I enjoy my favorite beats or novels but today I don’t feel like doing any such thing. Words may not be able to express it all but I would still like to use my right of freedom of expression.
Someone once told me “People are not bad. It is the time and situation that are bad.”

Our country is falling apart, we need to save it! Innocent people are being killed from Quetta to Hazara to Kashmir to Peshawar to Karachi. Just name it and that area is surrounded with terrorism. My heart melts when I see the innocent questioning eyes filled with fear. Fear of the unknown!
We've become so brutal that people who die daily are given least importance. It is just like a daily dosage! Indeed, this situation is very alarming and it makes the heart weep.
I don’t even know where this article is leading too but I just wanted to let it all out. Few days back while interacting on social website a guy responded “Sure we love Pakistan but there is no such thing as hope for Pakistan”. I felt deeply grieved. Is it true?!  If there is no such thing as hope how can we say we will bring a change? How can we comment that whatever is happening is wrong… it indicates we are still hopeful but we have lost track in the dark!
To bring a change we need to keep our feelings alive. We behave like deadly, rough sea towards our fellow human beings, careless and reckless! We’ve become selfish. We just want to stay safe and for that we can push the other person in hell, without giving it a second thought.

Like every other person I hope it’s just the time and situation. I hope this time will change. I hope the sun will rise and shine. I hope spring will come. I hope the flowers of happiness will blossom and I hope I will be able to dance in happy rain without any fear.