Back To SAT

Even thought i got a 1960 on my SAT. which is an amazing mark for a 15 year old who takes the SAT for the first time , and it would suffice to get me early admission at AUB ( American University in Beirut ) , this score is 40 points away from my high aspiration of getting a 2000 :/
My pricipal and my parents expect more from me, everyone does !
I always feel like i am watched and every move i make is calculated and talked about, gossiped about.
its just too frustrating to know that sometimes in some cases you can't be who you really are because it is too provocative or it is not what ure expected to do....
Tommorow is always a better day , so Im back to SAT practice, thanks to my luck i still haven't forogtten anything I took from the begining of this school year. Inshallah its gonna be even easier than the first time, and my grade is going to be higher than the first time.
Cheers to high aspirations, We are who we Are !

The Pursuit to Nonconformity

     I have always believed that “I am the master of my soul”. I control what I want to become, my personality is my real emotions depicted in a beautiful way. I have found difficulties to conform to the prevailing attitudes and styles of my peers; well because I don’t want to conform, I want to shape my own attitude and My own style. I act as a nonconformist everyday life just keeps getting better for me.

         Each day passes by and I keep on learning g, those lessons help me change myself in a way. I always strive for perfection; knowing it doesn’t exist. But there was this one day where I tried to be as everyone else, one lesson I learned that day, DON’T. Everyone in school was so interested in this new show “Yogi Yo”, so I went home and watched it. The next day was a nightmare, I saw myself engage in conversations I would never have! I felt just like any other tree in the “Jungle”. I felt like a-normal person, so dull and unattractive, despair was my title. All the students were talking about the same subject, everyone was asking the same questions and I was part of the Conformity.

          From that day onward I thank god for making me realize how to become my own self I don’t want to be what other people want me to become, not what every program producer, songwriter, etc imagines his audience would be after viewing the media he has produced. I don’t want to lead this world into an age of equality, conformity, and unliveliness. If the is no variety in a certain society it would become meaningless; same old personalities, same old people, same old conversations!

           One lesson I learned from that day was that I should be proud of who I am, I shouldn’t wish to become a conformist! I must shape my own personality; since then I have been utterly refusing to be a stereotype, and I always will. I hope this message would be a wakeup call to all of you who wish to become normal; you are leading our world into an era of downright dull societies.    

- Riad Al-Soufi  

What is Soon ?

What is next ? where will we go ? Where are WE going ?
The day after tommorow, no one will ever predict the future no one will ever know what god has in this world for us ... We need him and without hin we would be null, worthless we wouldnt even be particles.
Many people dont understand how muhc god loves us.
Yes we have many troubles in our life, but they are a series of tests, quick tests we can pass easily without preperation. God Loves us and if he didnt he wouldnt give us the blessing of sight, the blessing of touch, and many other things we dont know exist because we didnt loose them.
Not even 500 years of praying and meditaion will suffice or outweight one blessing from god.
Try to live your life without feeling your surroundings maybe you will understand this more. Thank god and thank him Everyday, for we are helpless in front of his unprevailing power....
-Riad Soufi

Death Clock

          He just woke up in what seems to be an underground celar. The dust created a feeling of despair, he looked around him, but nothing was there but a clock, a vintage clock. A spray of blood blocked the view he couldnt see the time. He grabbed his shirt and cleaned the fresh red blood off, it was 6:00 PM he couldnt believe his eyes. Last time he remembers it was 12:00 AM ! With no light to shine his chamber he was left alone, surrounded by wallas of horror. He doesnt know were he is, after he realised the upcoming masquerade he began to mummer. All that happened in seconds, he began to hear the ticking of the clock. The irritation was unbearable, he began to think of destruction, he wanted to stop it ! He wanted to end its ticking for good!
         After he over came the sound he began to look around the room but not much was there to find, a tripod with sharp ends. He began to scream ! He couldnt endure this sufferring anymore, he imagined his corpse, with the sharp ends of the tripod penatrating his flesh ! The Horror was inexplainable. In a matter of seconds the clock stopped ticking, the walls around him collapsed, the chamber was destroyed and he woke up to find himself safe inside his bed. It was all, the work of the Devil.

By, Riad Al-Soufi.