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Vlog Assignment #9 was about the process of writing both the first and second drafts. Two of the same story but completely different scenes. There's more comedy and and dialogues in my second draft to relate to me and enjoy the story, for my third draft it will be completely different because this final draft will be more of my life at home.
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My version of Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s short story The Yellow Wallpaper will take place with the main character being at awe of the exterior of a rented mansion on her honeymoon. The starstruck narrator Elizabeth, cannot take her eyes off the beautiful scenery while her husband impatiently wants to enjoy his vacation inside the house. Elizabeth (narrator) steps into a new building with John carrying the luggages. During the 19th century, carrying suitcases was seen as an economic well-being, rich and/or powerful. She was a woman of great taste and expense. Of course being wealthy came with perks and benefits, such as the nicest and exclusive designers’ gowns, first class on boarding and rooming and much more. To her surprise, appearing at the mansion that her husband John rented, was more beautiful than the brochure. It is of white and gray stone, and gold shimmering on the great gates that stands about 12 feet tall. The mansion is also attached with vines of roses that falls with each breeze. Elizabeth can see a couple of Mountain bluebirds gliding through the skies, probably looking for a nest to build on the double-deck balcony. “Why not?” She thought, if I could would, the house seems to glisten and poise, complimented by the sun and she can feel it just calling her name. She’s been waiting for this honeymoon since the day she was proposed to. Just standing outside the palace, was giving her the definition of anticipation of patience she could hardly wait to go in and see what it looks like from the inside, but the outside had to be admired thoroughly and carefully. “Like Thompson’s Colt dear, you do not have to admire every spec of spectrum, there more inside that meets the eyes then walls and bird noises” John called out to her from the front door. He could tell that she was already eager to start painting without getting having lunch and changing into her white uniform. She frowned a little for she knew he would not understand every detail, every attribute and every element/consideration put into designing the grand maison. She then shook her head while chuckling a little so that the mood would not be ruined by his lack of appreciation. “Oh now come on, where is the risibility, Elizabeth, I do not understand why you have to start so soon.” John was looking forward to this vacation as did Elizabeth, but his idea of fun isn’t exactly starting work on a romantic get-away. Choosing this destination he knew she would jump dive into her projects. “At least let us dine and wine and tomorrow I will let you be Cinderella”. She understood his eagerness of the house, she agreed to wait until tomorrow but it was weird she thought, the outside seemed to be calling her more than the inside. Almost as if the sandstone block of the house was coming to life and making her part of this beautiful scenery and building. Nito had a decision to make. If she was going to let her abusive, demeaning, unfaithful boyfriend DaNiro discard our friendship so that he could have her all to herself or simply WALK THE F*** AWAY. She made the call to be treated like a mushroom. One night we had a fallen out because she supposedly heard that I was going around our mutual friends and class that I was talking about their eccentric relationship. She was blaming me for not understanding her and spreading lies about her. Trying to reason with her and cope with her I just apologized because I still didn’t want to lose her. The next morning about seven people texted me calling me foul names such as a promiscuous girl, a shrew, a deceiver, a weirdo and the list goes on. These were DaNiro, Nito and my, our friends insulting me. I couldn’t believe me this rubbish. From that moment, my gut instinct is telling me that this was Nito’s doing. The little prick went to take it to her own hands and tried to destroy my reputation. I go into school that day ashamed and discomfiting as I walk into my classes. Nothing but stares and whispers. It led me to start skipping classes which greatly impacted by grades and then GPA. I couldn’t eat nor sleep which caused speculations and bickering between me and my parents. I made a decision to be excluded from anyone because I am still traumatized by this great affect. I no longer want a deep and valuable friendship from people. I’m forever wounded.
My everyday Scene What I am going to be telling you about one of my current actions that I do is something that brings me close to my creator Allaah. In the post below, I talk about the different positions that I make to complete my prayer. Ladies and gentlemen the postures of Salat (prayer). When I’m praying I feel like there’s this force of goodness and spiritual feeling in the atmosphere. It starts with the Rooh (soul in Arabic). You can literally feel Rooh actually living. I pray five times a day. In each movement of prayer, the positions of the ritual prayers shape your physique, mentality and spirituality. The first part of praying is standing. Standing helps frame of mind. This is where everything in the worldly life that happens to me physically and emotionally leaves the world and you concentrate nothing but my creator. Doing this daily my mind is always positive and I come in to work/school or anywhere else knowing that Allaah has me. The next prostration is bowing down (Ruku). This position shows that only the creator demonstrating my devotion and humility towards him. In this prostration is where I attain calmness. The next position is Sujud (prostration). When my forehead, nose, both hands, knees and all toes touching the ground together. This prostration is where I praise and glorify Allaah. The first sitting is when I ask Allaah for forgiveness then back to Sujud. (*Fun fact*) Sujud is also where Muslims are more closests to Allaah. Because it in Sujud Allaah raises his believer one degree in Jenna Al-Firdous (paradise) and forgives a sin. So imagine praying on time with this many Sujud. We not only prostate once but eight times a prayer! SubhanaAllaah! This is what I do everyday and will continue to do this for the cause of Allaah and because I chose to be a Muslim.
Alternative Universe The scene that my audience will be reading about is what would happen in an alternate world if an event from the story Bullet in the Brain was re-written. In the post below this a parallel universe of what happened during the shootout-scene that happened in the bank. (P.s) I also transformed the book into a play
Anders is a book critic. He is known as unsympathetic and very sarcastic. He walks into the bank when they close, which annoys and irritates a woman who was already waiting in line. She starts to complain and his response to the woman is giving her short answers that is not remorseful and shows his attitude by her complaining. While this part of the scene is going on, robbers come into the bank and everyone’s at gunpoint. Anders is the only one who is not following the rules and of course with his smart-little response gets him into trouble and he his shot in the head.[As soon as Anders is shot, the robbers quickly leave with the money they able to get and get away in their vehicle. Anders is not lying on the ground bleeding heavily and the woman who was complaining happened to be a neurosurgeon. Scene Part II Complaining woman: “Out of the way, out of the way!” Woman 2: “oh my God, he’s not going to make it” Man 1: “Hello there’s man a man here who’s been shot in the head and bleeding dramatically.” Woman 2: “what about us so you think the robbers are coming back? I’m running through the back” she said in a lower quiet tone. (20 minutes later) Enter cops and paramedics. Paramedic 2: “How is he?” “He’s bleeding fast, and it seems like the left portion of the brain is swelling up but I have a kit in my purse and I was able to somewhat help with his condition” the complaining woman said as the paramedics and her are running into the ambulance with Anders. Paramedic 1: “You did good.” (Exiting the bank Anders, complaining woman and paramedic 2) (Back inside the bank, enter police 1,2, and 4, paramedic 3 and 15 citizens waiting anxiously with terror-stricken on their faces) Police 1 and 2: “Is everyone okay? Who’s hurt?” A middle-aged woman crying hysterically and her anxiety levels are increasing, there is a paramedic on her right side trying to calm her down while a cop on the right is also trying to settle her nerves and trying to get the woman to describe and provide details of the attacker(s). Police 4: “Madam I understand that you’re state right now, but you need to work with me so we can catch the criminal okay what did they look like?” Paramedic 3: “Mrs we’re take deep breaths and calm your tone, we need the information you can give us so another situation like this won’t happen. Please talk to the officer.” The madam voice is still a little weary and nervous, but the soothing and reassuring-voice of the paramedic calmed her tensions. Madam: “he was white, about five-foot-eight-- Police officer 3: “We just received another call about a truck speeding and running pass two stop signs. I’m going to page Walter and get three more around that block cutting off their course.” (Enter Officer Mikey and five more police) Police 4: “Madam thank you for your cooperation, and we will inform you as soon as we catch them.” (Police 4 Talking on a walkie-talkie to other units) “Calling for back on Spruce and Harvard street. Mikey I want you and the rest of the guys take care of these people, we have an eye-witness with the robbers. Alright let’s move!” Mikey: “Yes sir.” (Mikey and now five other cops are helping and assisting the victims with questions, three officers exists; they escorts some of the victims into their vehicles/ambulance. The whole scene started from four till six thirty. End scene part II) Introduction: link readings What is Creative Nonfiction? (Lee Gutkind) | Making Scenes in Memoir (Lee Martin) This post that I'm going to be opening up about making Wudu (is the Islamic procedure for washing parts of the body, a type of ritual purification, or ablution.) The looks and responses I get for "doing the most." One of the very first pillar of Islam is praying five times a day. The prayers are divided into five parts of the day, dawn, afternoon, mid/late afternoon, sunset and night. During the day Muslims make Wudu because you have to be clean to pray to Allaah so that we may have peace. It can be uncomfortable when I have to make Wudu in school and at work because of the looks, questions, and comments I get among the women in the bathroom. First and foremost the bathrooms are always neat and clean. So that’s always a good thing to wash up before prayer in a decent place. When I take Wudu the water always taste refreshing like I can feel my breath literally being “colgate clean” because you want to be as neat as you can when facing Allaah. The feeling of water on my body gives me a sense of relief and relaxation from everywhere. Almost like a bath meditation. Also get this...I went online once to see ways to relax for when you’re not praying and the first thing the article suggested is to Drip Cold Water On Your Wrists. SubhanaAllaah (means a sense of swimming or being immersed in something.) It is used as a phrase of simple exclamation—for example, "Wow!" Look at that, literally water everywhere! Going on to taking Wudu. It’s not the fact that it’s embarrassing or that I’m too shy, it’s sometimes that the women want to ask me questions while washing up. Sometimes when I do Wudu the water gets everywhere so all the next person from the stall see is water on the surfaces and ground. (p.s. I always clean up when I’m done) At work, they’re like “ummm...your hands are clean like how long are you going to keep scrubbing?” Or say something like “Oh I know what you’re doing! That’s that thing right? That jawn Muslims gotta do before they pray” and during ablution I can’t talk because I have to concentrate on getting physically prepared as well. And we’re not allowed to talk in the bathroom also because it is considered the place of girl and evil-place like for the devil so we shouldn’t have conversations. So you can imagine how it’s like daily. On most days I’m left alone to do what I need to do but there are other days when I can’t even have peace while using the toilet. At the end of the day I am Muslim, whether I’m looked and judged or not I have to get out of my comfortable zone to do what I need to do. Stay true to yourself and life will be ok. http://www.newmuslim.net/wp-content/uploads/2018/03/What-Are-the-Conditions-and-Obligatory-Acts-of-Wudu-1.jpg https://www.thoughtco.com/islamic-phrases-subhanallah-2004290
Introduction: The post that I am going to be writing about are three authors who wanted the world to push themselves with writing and to e able to expand their imagination and apply themselves then just ink on paper. What the love of reading and writing should do to an individual. The scene for the first article is about an author name Anne Lamott (Bird by Bird) who is going through the sickness of her father who has brain cancer. The injury inspired her to write about her family’s struggle. Her writing was finally published and she never stopped writing ever since. I believe once she got all her feelings and emotions on paper, it was like an expression, a more healthier expression because once people see that pain in her writing, they also connect whether it happened to them or a family member. Just imagine someone who is going through the same kind of pain that you’re going through and can actually relate is one of the best understandings in life. My favorite quote from her are “Almost all good writing begins with terrible first efforts. You need to start somewhere.” “Bird by bird buddy. Just take it bird by.” “Bird and writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation.”- My quote for this article is “write what you feel, without letting the world try to discourage you.” The scene for the second article called The Art of Memoir by Mary Karr and she talks about the depth of problems she was going through. In her memoir she talks about like how when she use to an alcoholic, a black belt sinner, etc and she’s now a writer/motivational speaker etc. I can imagine a scene of her being so depressed and making the wrong choices to hurt herself. She must’ve felt so alone. She didn’t let the hurt get to her so writing was a breakthrough, it was a fresh start to new hope and from since then, she’s been making bloody moves. Now she says she gon' do what to who...sike naw lemme stop. Her “littest” quotes that I find like really dope are “I’ve said it’s hard. Here’s how hard: everybody I know who wades deep enough into memory’s waters drowns a little.” ““every writer needs two selves—the generative self and the editor self.”(I find that one so deep, because I feel like it’s more to writing then just doing the assignment but to be one with editing, noveling, journaling etc. The last quote “real you is all you have” and that right there is self-explanatory. You have to be true to yourself. My quote for this article is no matter the pain, prayer and patience is the truest success to accomplishments. The scene for the last article is about a late author name Don Murray, a biography written by Thomas Newkirk and Lisa C. Miller. What the biography talks about is the enlightenment of writing and his editing. In fact I chose picture the scene of Murray winning the Pulitzer Prize for editorial writing. He was even criticized for his techniques and always encouraging his students. The sky's the limit. He wanted nothing but quiet and listening from people to understand the sense of “spirits” within the subject of English. He is also well known for his theory that he uses in his classroom. His most superb quotes in this called are “when teaching writing to, be quiet, to listen, to respond.”- I think that’s my most favorite quote out of all three articles because peace and understanding from a different perspective can speak a thousand words. “Rewriting is reconsideration of subject, form, and audience.” I love the fact that it says audience because when I think of audience, I think of a scene of a sort that caught attention so that’s always a good sign. The last quote I thought was keen “scratch what itches” and I thought that that was funny because to reach prosperity. |
Blog Assignment #1 The Proust QuestionnaireThis assignment is is one of the best-known interviews used in the media today and it's all about my personality. Almost like getting to know me face-to-face without me in the formal appearance.
1. My idea of perfect happiness being content with your blessings.
2. My greatest fear is dying with Allaah not pleased with me. 3. The one thing I deplore about myself is not learning from my mistake 🤦🏽♀️4. A trait that I most deplore in people is dishonesty. 5. A living person that I admire the most is my mother. 6. My greatest extravagance was FashionNova 🤦🏽♀️ 7. My current state of mind is spirituality 🙌🏽 8. The most overrated virtue are celebrities 🙄 9.On the occasions that I lie ummm idk...😅 10. What I like dislike about my appearance would be nothing. I'm Gucci. Flaws and all. 11. The most living person that I despise is a human Shaytaan (devil) 12. A quality that I like most about a man is his Imaan (belief/faith) If bae don't pray bae can't stay.🤷🏽♀️13. A quality that I like most about a woman is CONVERSATION. 14. My favorite phrase is “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”-J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone and okkuur from Cardi B. 15. The greatest love of my life is prayer. 🧕🏽🤲🏽 16. I was happiest in Sujood a place where your closest to Allaah. 17. The most talent I would love to have is the ability to box. 🥊 18. If I could change one thing about myself it would be the ability to NEVER be late. 19. My greatest achievement is mastering in reading and writing in Arabic. 20. If I was to be reincarnated I would be a horse or a deer. I lovvveee Bambi!! 🦌 21. If I had to live anywhere it would probably in Texas or Georgia. 22. My most proud possession is a ring my brought me when I turned 21. 💍 23. The lowest depth of misery is going to hell. FOREVER. 24. My favorite occupation is a psychologist. Always exploring the human mind. 25. The most marked characteristic in a person is his/her personality. Someone who is funny because I looovvveeee to laugh. 😂😂😂😂 26. The most thing that I value in my friends are their presence and our conversations! 27. My favorite writers are J.K. Rowling, Chelsea Fine, Maya Snow, Mary Pope Osborn, Mark Twain, and Edgar Allen Poe. 28. My favorite hero of fiction Captain America. 29. My most historical figure that identify myself with is Rosa Parks, -Nah 1955. 30. My heroes in real life are my parents, my sisters in faith/Muslim brothers and my dearest friends. 31. My favorite names are Binyameen (Benjamin), and Abu Hurairah. 😍 32. What I hate the most is being ignored by my feelings. 33. My greatest regret is upsetting my mother. 🤱🏾 34. I would like to die in the position of prostration. 35. My motto is, if someone intention is to never hurt you, then do not hurt them back. Soumiya F. Samake- Knowledge is life and a cure. |