19:00 | 15.12.2016

EROS OF THE HUMAN (STORY)

Chapter one: The girl
«At a young age, we learn that there is no place more beautiful or pure as heaven. A paradise were a man can feel no thirst, nor hunger. No torture, nor pain. No concern, nor worries. All your wishes will be granted, and all your dreams will come true. There will be no rich, nor poor, for all souls that are in heaven will be the same. However, this is a price only granted for those whom are good. For if you see nothing but greed and hatred, that is too what you shall receive. For a time there was nothing but heaven and earth. Then God created the Angels from light, and Iblish from fire.

The Angels were told to collect clay from different parts of the earth, and bring it back to heaven. From this God wanted to create a human. For forty years, he kept the shape, but did not breathe it life. Until he one day did. The human was the most beautiful creation of God, and was given the name Adam. The Angels and Iblish were to show him respect, and so they did. All but one, Iblish. It was the devil, that did not obey. He felt he was better, for it was him that was made of fire, and not light as the Angels, nor clay as Adam. God demanded that heaven was no place for the devil, and for him created Hell. It was because of the human, that the devil was in Hell, so as his last request from God, he asked to take with him everyone who followed. After some time, Adam started to feel alone, so in his sleep, God created Eve of his lowest rib. They were to live in heaven, with all they could desire. All they wanted was theirs, and not a fear to worry for. All but one. God had told them that all their wishes were to be granted, but one thing in heaven was not to be touched. It was the tree of apples. As the devil knew, they were only humans, and a human tend to forget. So the devil persuaded Adam and Eve to eat each their apple, for not a fruit were as good, nor an apple as red. As the devil had expected, Adam and Eve had indeed forgotten what God told was forbidden. Each took one bite, before feeling a pain so painful and their hearts pounding so fast. God was furious, and as punishment, he sent them to earth, and until death, they were never to see heaven again. On earth, no wishes could be granted, and no worries unreal. Because on earth you must pray for your desire, and be kind to those you meet. Your life will not la..». I could tell by the way the teacher rolled her eyes, that she was not too impressed with what I had written. However, I knew it was not the way I wrote it that was the problem, but what it was about. «Thank you, Mr.Parker, I think that is enough» Ms. Brown interrupted. Ms. Brown was my english teacher,  although she at times could be very strict and exact, I would in all honesty state that her teaching would be quite good. Never was I the person to preform before an audience, so writing had always been a passion of mine, because then I could express my thoughts without being judged. Never had I preformed for anyone, let alone a whole class, nonetheless was this my intention. However, being the only child in the class that had indeed done the homework, it had nothing to say what I thought.
I put away my notes, and looked back at the class. Being so hopelessly dense a class of seventeen year olds would be, it was as I expected. Their thoughts had for long been of something else, for once a teenager finds something uninteresting, it is no way you can make it listen. If one was to preform for a class, regardless of if it was a presentation, a movie or as me a story. It simply meant that there was no class, and every student used this to their fullest potential. Those in the back of the room were always sleeping, being so far away from the teacher, there was no way they could be seen. If you sat more in the front, you could simply pull out your computer and pretend to take notes. Meanwhile, that is the opposite of what you are doing. Though, there was one that stood out.
Not had I ever seen her before, nor did she look like any other I knew. I found myself staring at her, for twenty, perhaps thirty-seconds, still standing beside the teachers desk. «Very well mr. Parker, you may go back to your seat now» said Ms. Brown. Class was dismissed, and I went back to my desk, «You will talk to her» I said to myself as I was walking. However, since my next class started in only five minutes, I had no other choice but to pack my backpack before approaching the girl. Little did I know, that when I was done, she would no longer be there.Weeks passed, and my thoughts was of nothing but the girl. I did realize that it was quite odd of me, to be so obsessed with a girl I knew nothing about. Let alone, what she looked like. However, there was something about her, that I could not quite put my finger on. She was special in a way. In many ways, I could imagine her being just like me, just a girl version of course. I had not seen her since that day, despite looking for her every day, she was nowhere to be found. Had she only moved her for that one day? Or perhaps it was me going mad.

Another week passed, with no luck of finding the girl of my dreams. At this point I had almost given all up. Lost all hope. It was lunch, and I was sitting in the library, alone, as always. I told myself that I was studying for my upcoming math test. I lied. Because there was nothing else in my mind, but that girl. «You must be..?» A voice said behind me. I rolled my eyes, thinking it was one of the students from my class, who had come to ask me for my notes, or if I could send them the homework I had done. However, this time, it was not. I turned my head, before seeing her stand there. It was the girl from my english class. The girl I had been looking for, for weeks and days. The girl I would not get off my mind. The girl I thought I would never see again. I caught myself staring at her, not even having answered the question. Who was I she wondered. I shook my head, before quickly answering. «Parker, Felix Parker. And you are» I looked at her, before fast looking back down at my feet, pretending like I had not imagined her beautiful face in my mind for weeks. «Devilena» she nodded, pressing her lips together, almost forming a smile. Quite odd name if I was to say so myself, not had I ever heard it before, either. Perhaps she was new in town, or perhaps I was just a fool not to remember, it was after all the interest she showed that formed this quite odd attachment I had to her. «Devilena..?» I asked, lounging for a family name. Devilena turned her head, looked around before turning it back at me and took a deep breath. «Must you know everything, Felix?» she glanced at me before forming half a smile, waiting for me to say something back. «In this world, there is very little that I must. Desire on the other hand, is not something I can control. You see, I am a very curious person» I laughed, joking, not expecting anything, but perhaps a smile back. Nevertheless, she was now laughing too.
«Well, mr. Curious, let us just call me El for now. My family-name is a story for another time. ?Speaking of story. Never have I heard such an interesting version of a historical story, as the one you told. Perhaps you could tell me the rest?» she cringed her eyes together as she was looking at me. It made me feel as if she actually was interested, not only in the story I had told, but this conversation. A conversation with me. «Indeed, I find it magnificently interesting too. In fact, It is what I use most of my time studying» I smiled, trying to keep my excitement to myself. The excitement of someone actually being interested in the same thing as I, nevertheless wanting me to tell them more about it. My strongest will, my deepest passion, to my Eros of a human.
The Eros Of The Human, chapter one:The girl» written by Tanzila Dzhanalieva
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01:49 | 15.12.2016

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20:04 | 11.12.2016

INTO THE WOODS

02:03 | 07.12.2016

Fatality (Story)

Chapter one; 1921
I opened my eyes wildly, as the man beside the doctor had so politely asked me to do. Not that this was a fairly hard task for me, as my eyes were naturally wide open. He knew nothing but what I had told him, it was better that way, because secrets are secretes, for they are not to be told. I sat on the table with my feet hanging down, as a normal eleven year old boy would do. He would sit on the table, and wave with his feet, and wait for the doctor to tell how well he did. Perhaps be given a lollypop or some stickers, as a price. For the child that knew nothing but the simple. The child would then run to his parents, they would meet him with love. They would kiss his forehead, and that night sing him to sleep. The boy would feel loved, and never alone. As I was not him, this would be all that I know. Though that boy and me, looked as one and the same, the man had told me it was not so, nor was I like any other of the children that had been given a lollipop or a sticker. The doctor sat right before me in his chair, he leant against the table, for aggressively writing something so urgent that he had not a moment to look up. Not even a breath of a second to look at me. From the moment I came in, he had not said a word, there could not be such a thing, as a doctor that could not speak? Fairly odd. In fact, there was no voice to be heard when I first came in, other than the radio that had spoken of the day, the weather and such things men of their honor cared for.«Today is a new day, 02.04.1921» it said, nothing more, nothing less. I could not understand their highly passion of love for this "radio", perhaps it was because I did not care for it, myself. As I was walking into the room, my feet were not shaking of fear, as you would think an eleven year old boys feet would be in a moment such as this. Shaking. «Place yourself on the table» said the man, as he was the only breathing person speaking in this room. I did not see him when I first came in, he must have been hiding, perhaps behind the door. Not did I know of his profession, other than that he was the man beside the doctor, however I did as I was told. «Will do» I answered. The doctor turned his head, but did not speak a word. He looked at me rather shocked, as I was speaking with the man. Did he not like the way of our communication? Was there something unexplainable in what I spoke? The man reached for my hand, and so I gave in. He took a fairly close look, as if he was looking for the smallest mold, or finest hair. I took a glint back at the doctor, he was still looking my way, in that moment I wanted ask of what wrong I must have preceded for a doctor to give me such a sensational look. Perhaps he knew my secret? That could not be, a secret does not tell itself unless it has been told. Regardless, I let it be, for an eleven year old boy, is not to ask questions such as these. Especially not, to such an honorable man as a doctor himself. As the doctor spoke nothing but silence, the man of the unknown profession kept asking me questions. «What is the reason you have come here today, what do you seek of the help I can give you». I stumbled for a moment, and looked down at my feet. It took me a minute for I had not thought this through. How can a boy seek for help, if he is not to speak of the concealed? I was to tell him my story, but leave out my secrets, for they were too dangerous to learn, for a man such as himself. «Dear man, I have a problem. I see things that are not there».
Fatality, chapter one:1921» written by Tanzila Dzhanalieva
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12:06 | 05.12.2016

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23:32 | 04.12.2016

21 L I E S

1. Not caring is cool 2. Men can not be dancers 3. Some people are worth more than others 4. One alone can not make difference 5. You should care about everyone else's option of you 6. Women can not accomplish anything 7. The British empire was glorious 8. Men can not cry 9. You can not accomplish your dreams 10. All knights of the middle ages were good men 11.You have no potential in this life 12. Your weight defines your beauty  13. All muslims are terrorists 14. Christopher Columbus discovered America 15. Feminism is hatred against men 16. Technology is the downfall of mankind 17. Life is never fair 18. The media always tells the truth 19. There is only one definition of beauty 20. You're not good enough 21. Nobody in this world cares about you.
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18:31 | 04.12.2016

Z O O

15:58 | 04.12.2016

POSITIVE VIBES

It's not coincidence that I have "be kind- every person matter" in my bio on Instagram. It is a truly important factor in this life, unfortunately too easily forgotten. I am going to be honest, there was a time I did not know other than grumpy and negative. Not was I positive to others, nor did I receive positivity back. I quickly learnt that living that way, was nothing but sad and made me feel alone. Now, I'm not saying I wasn't kind in any way, and mean to people. However, when a situation happened, I would easily give up. If someone was mean to me, I wouldn't try to understand where they were coming from, and respectfully answer them back, I would take the easy way out and comment back something mean. This lead me no way, nor does it lead anyone any way. The truth is cliche, however very true. Every person has a story nobody else knows about. Of course, that gives you no right to be a mean person, however, when you're in a situation, it is very easy to lose your temper. I believe we live in a world, where that is easily forgotten, and looked at as something bad in every way. The truth is, it's humanity, and everyone is constructed like that. If you ever were to stubble upon a negative situation, try to be the light of hope. Exams this week? Fear not, try to think of the good things. Yes you have to read and learn everything, but when you're done, you can be so proud of yourself for focusing on school, and doing as best as you can. Also, holidays are coming up, no school for 1-2 weeks. 2016 is ending, a new year, how exciting. What about a negative comment? No problem, if you wish, delete the comment and send the person a personal message. There is no reason everyone else should be involved. Be reasonable, and tell them you didn't like it. Who knows, perhaps it was meant a total different way than you thought?

15:27 | 04.12.2016

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00:28 | 04.12.2016

I'M NOT A BLOGGER

Hello! My name it Tanzila, many of you probably know me from Instagram. So, as many of you have already understood, I'm not a blogger. To be honest, I can barely use Instagram and snapchat. Which reflects to this not being your average blog, no everyday blogging, just posting when I feel like there is something I want to say. Also, I'm not trying to achieve anything with this, other than you clicking inn and reading whenever you're bored. That is why I turned the comments off.

So why did I make a whole blog just to document my life, when I can do it on Instagram instead? Simply because Instagram is a site where you're supposed to share photos, and let's be real, nobody reads the caption of a photo. So, I get a many questions about different things, that are impossible to cover with two lines in an Instastory. That is why I thought making a blog where I can post on whenever I want, would be a good idea. One of the questions I get the most, is; What does your Instagram name mean? Hahah, It's honestly so easy to understand. Ta= Tanzila XX= nothing Dz= Dzhanalieva. No more magic than that. I am 100% aware that I should have introduced myself better in the beginning, however I had some more important parts to cover. With that being said, my name is *again* Tanzila Dzhanalieva, I am 17 years old, and I live in Norway. I truly want to make a difference in this world, have a meaning, make someones life better. Therefore, I take a lot of interest in organizations like "The red cross", "Amnesty" and many more. For now, I try to spread the word with actions like "sharing the word", however one day I will achieve something bigger. Other than that, my interests are photography and video. Video has been a passion of mine since I was a child, and I hope to take more use of that in the near future. OBS: There is something wrong with this design on phones, I'm working on fixing it.

 


 


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