The Life of an Ambivert

" Life is like a roller-coaster.", they say. "You need to live through its ups and downs.", they say. Well, I get motion sickness. I believe in the existence of a higher power. God or not, there is something or someone looking down upon us, toying with us and our lives, influencing our decisions with bias and out of spite. It's like a game of cards, where the best hand wins you everything, but you never if and when you get the best one. Life has been dealing me all the bad ones right now, as if dealing with prejudice. It has gotten so bad that I developed the habit of counting my luck as it runs out. If something good happens to me, my mind immediately wavers to thinking about the consequences and repercussions. Or, if something bad happens, I breath a sigh of relief that at least I will have something fun later. I guess that's the reason my friend called too optimistic about life.  The other day, I was walking home from tuition and took a longer rou...

It's been a long time since I wrote one of these. With the exams and the overall laziness, I didn't find any time to write anything. Today gave me the perfect topic for #23. As you know, I live in the U.A.E., which is by part a Muslim country. In Islam, one month of every year celebrates the festival of Ramadan. It encourages fasting, donating to the poor and needy. And every year, charity events take place across Dubai, donating food and drink to laborers so that they can break their daily fast. This year, my dad's company was invited by a caterer to give away dinner in a labour campsite. So, after school my parents picked me up and we drove all the way to an enormous warehouse turned kitchen.  Work had already started inside. We were given a quick tour over the workings of the kitchen and our role in the process. They had cheesecake, buttermilk, water cups, salad bowls, dates (the dry fruit, not a right swipe on Tinder), and biryani, a meat and rice delicacy superior t...