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Jealousy … this 8 letter word has so much to offer that I do wonder at times if it the vast-est connotative in the English dictionary!!!

Whatever! But this word never stops impressing me. But before I continue, I’ve a confession to make. I’m a jealous freak and not only this; I don’t want to hide this dark, gloomy side of my personality. I’ll loathe myself the day I say to someone, “NO! I’m such a shweeet-natured shareef bandee that I ain’t jealous of nobody and I love ‘em all”. Bull Shit!!! I mean … aysi koi kahani naheen hai. I’m a jealous freak and I’m proud to be one.

This is the exact point where I start being different from the rest. Uff Iqra! Stop sounding pompous. “Naheen jee, main tay wadee hi alag tarah dee bandee waqià hoi hun.” No dear blog, what I mean to say, that I love the things people loathe to accept.

My hatred for others, my jealousy, my pessimism and the ever misanthropic me -just to name a few. When I’m jealous of someone, I want the bloody others to know. I don’t want others to name and call me a shareef seedhi saadhi bachee.

Now what I really don’t understand is the fact that why on the good earth I’m writhing this all here. Am I recently being jealous of someone. Hmmmmmmmmmmm … Since I don’t hate accepting therefore I’ll be truthful here and … hence the answer is (of course), “YES I’m”.

Now who is the un-lucky one this time? Hmmmm.. There is some one. But I seriously don’t know what’s the point of hating / getting jealous of someone when there is simply no use of it.

OMG! Dear blog! You’re spoiling my much-acclaimed English language written expression. I’ve started sounding too vague, abrupt and non coherent.


OK! Let me make another resolution. I’m Iqra Sajjad. OKAY? I’ve my very own distinct personality and I won’t be any more jealous (at least jealous of her). I’m 1024569871326548785 times much better than her in all the aspects. Al-hamd-o’-lillah.

NO! It isn’t the bloody boasting stuff. I’m. I really am.

So. Stop jalana-fying your blood.


TIP OF THE DAY: I hate those who think I ain’t perfect and those too who compare me to someone and goes for looks (BTW, I love my looks too) rather than the inner soul. FTA. And I love all those (no matter who they’re, what they do) who loves and respects and treasures me the way I’m.

And I’m thankful to the Almighty that there’re some extremely genuine people in my life. Tank you Allah Mian.


Bus aysi hi houn main. Kisi ko koi takleef hai tu jaey bharr mein.

I’ve to change myself. I’ve to change myself. I’ve to change myself. I’ve to change myself. I’ve to change myself. I’ve to change myself. I’ve to change myself. I’ve to change myself. I’ve to change myself. I’ve to change myself. I’ve to change myself. I’ve to change myself. I’ve to change myself.

Mantra-fying.