r a w b e a u t y

Raw Beauty. It’s the type of beauty that can be found in everyone but not all try to make it the lens they see the world through. It gives everything a meaning and more beauty. It can be found in nature. The chirping of birds at 7 in the morning or the sound of a cricket in lonely nights. The sound of waves crashing, claps of thunder, rain pouring over a shed. This beauty can be seen in the smile of a woman coming in terms with her body or in those tears of that man who is no longer ashamed of crying, it’s in the welcoming arms of nonjudgmental people or in the things going in the heads of dreamers. This beauty is in architecture. It is in those huge glass windows that allow you to look over the city or those vectorian ball room that make you wanna dance across the room. It is in the small cottages that fill its residents with warmth. This beauty is in the cuts on those hands from plucking guitar strings, in that voice that sings without a rhythm, completely utterly raw. In those rainy days that made you dance outside whether it was alone or with somebody. In the dances that were solo you fell in love with yourself, in the dances that were accompanied you made memories and fell in love with them. This beauty is endless. It is in the lonely streets, in your own culture which no one cares about anymore, it is in being “overly-dressed” for the occasion feeling beautiful. It is in the moments when you are a hundred and ten percent yourself and don’t give fuck to anyone else’s words. It is in the voice of that kid who never speaks in front of anyone, in the head of that mute boy and in the dreams of that woman who never got to fulfill them. In the specific rhythm you look for in a song, in the hand written gift cards or notes in second hand books, in the songs no one listens to anymore, in the meaning behind lyrics of songs. It is in the pictures that weren’t planned, in the moments when everyone else thought you were a complete weirdo but you didn’t cared about their opinions cause you were too engrossed in the moment. It is not in the planned instagram posts or those feet that are throbbing with pain because of wearing shoes that you don’t even like but are trendy right now. This beauty does not bounds anyone to follow some standards. This beauty is limitless. It is everywhere, in every moment, from the loneliest to the liveliest but only few look for it.

I Stand With Kashmir – what you need to know about the current situation

Zoya Kubra

Before you read on, I want to ask you for a favour. Just one. Even if you only have 5 followers on social media or 5 contacts in your phone and 4 of those are your family members, please spread the news about Kashmir.

This is a community that has suffered for 70 years:Β torture cases have never been addressed and international media has rarely reported what is happening. And what is happening right now, at this moment, is unprecedented.

Give this issue and all future issues pertaining to your ummah and fellow humans, the same energy, the same amount of time you have given to other causes before it. You may be tired of talking about Gaza, Sudan, Yemen, Burma….but chances are you are not directly suffering, you are not under siege, you are alive and well, and therefore able to continue raising awareness.

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I ordered this bullet journal from @theblankpagepk ‘s Instagram page on Tuesday and received my parcel on Saturday of the same week. As far as aesthetics go, this journal seems like it came straight out of a pinterest flat lay, really pretty and aesthetic. It has a hard cover with dark and light dull green bubbles, with hints of teal, purple and peach with the quote ” You got this” written in a bubbly font with gold foil. First page of the journal is teal with a pink and white flower in which a quote is written.

Unfiltered picture of the journal. Click on the picture to buy yours

One problem that i had with my previous bullet journal was that its pages were off white so whenever i would paste a sticker with crisp white background it would not look aesthetically pleasing at all. But this journal has pure white pages so that problem is solved.

Overall i love the journal but the only problem i encountered with this journal so far is that it’s pages bleed whenever you use a marker or a brush pen on it. Now this problem is not just with this journal but with every other bullet journal I’ve bought from Pakistani brands. One thing that should be noted is that normally people who use bullet journals like to decorate them with markers or brush pens or even paints. So the paper should be thick enough to avoid bleeding.

Apart from this problem, i’m in love with this journal. This one’s definitely gonna be my go to one.

  • Aesthetics: 10/10
  • Quality: 8.5/10
  • Delivery:9/10
  • Price:10/10
  • Overall: 9/10

Lastly, guys I’ve compared prices of different Pakistani online stationery shops and @theblankpagepk ‘s prices are fairly less then any other brand.

What type of posts would you like to read? Leave your opinions in the comment section below πŸ™‚

Farewell APS Chaklala

Even tho i absolutely hate school but still, i am gonna miss these days. We annoyed our teachers, acted like kids, caused a whole lot of trouble, got punished for it but it was all worth it. We experienced most of our “ouch my stomach hurts” laughs in this school. We fought over food, stole each other’s stuff, hid each other’s backpacks in different classrooms, played in junior kids playground even though we looked like idiots and our classmates and teachers laughed at us. We danced like no one was watching even though everyone was, we cried at our bad grades, showed off our good ones, bunked classes, acted as if we were sick, just so we could go back home. These days are irreplaceable and I’m never gonna be able to forget all these moments. I still remember when @ayesha_nadeem_kiyani saw me hiding a huge colorful lollipop in my bag and she started running after me. Soon all of my classmates was running after me and in the end the lollipop landed in mud. Or the time when i was not willing to be in the picture and @ayesha_nadeem_kiyani forced me to lay on my stomach in school lawn and as i was struggling to run she sat over me. Rest of my classmates followed. You can only imagine the weight that was on my back. Still probably got the picture somewhere but you can hardly see me cause everyone is…. well, on top of me. One of the best traits of our class was that even though we were all famous for making trouble in school but we had each other’s backs. We all were each other’s partners in crime and we never allowed any third party to come between us. Love, love, love you all. May you all have successful and happy lives ahead of you. πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•


This blog started after i gave my metric exams (O levels), received a really crappy result and had nothing to do but scroll endlessly through my Instagram and tumblr, watching everyone having a really fun summer while i sulked in bed reading away my classic summer, winter, autumn, spring book….. Harry Potter (never gets old!) for the gazillionth time in my life. Now, having a successful blog has been my dream ever since i learned what a blog is. Till this point in my life, I’ve made hundreds of blogs but ditched them after a while. What i mean is …. there have been countless failed blogging attempts before. So even though i suck at writing and that too consistently…… i’m here again fellas!

My name is Maryam Salman and i am a 16 year old (turning 17 in December). I love arts, reading, travelling, daydreaming and this blog is gonna be a little bit of every side of me. So grab a cup of tea or coffee, get cozy and join this journey with me 😊.

With love,