How could I know where I will be blown next?

What is any of us but a straw in a storm?

Fridays! i always loved fridays..Not only does the word amuses me but the day itself..lots of things,tragedies,memories happened on fridays.
How i wished everyday is a friday..

I was silently thinking about fate yes Fate?
When you failed to acomplish something,ur brain will say to you ohh i m fated..too bad...instead u shld try harder for a better fate..but then once again we will say we are fated like that.To me that is utter rubbish, we have a choice. Something that no other souls can decide for. Its we who make our choice. I believe that what we choosed is what we are.

Similar to saying ohh you are the rightful one for me.That is fools love.Big sin had the lover told.We cant decide that.With that implication, its like going against the grain.Yes leave it to fate but at the same time fulfill it gracefully.

Man is the active agent of his own destiny, the heart and mind are the ultimate benchmark of morality and justice. Tradition has told us to belief in destiny.

The Arabic word for destiny,qadar,implies the measuring out of something or fixing a limit to it.Early Arabs scholars would simply define destiny as knowledge that what hits you was not going to miss you, and that what misses you was not going to hit you.

Never will we know or sense what the future is. Instead with the powerful knowledge we had, using instincts and perceptions made it real and yes indeed predictions too which come in all sorts of aspectts.

How long did it take you,
To condemn me to damnation?
How long did you judge me?
All of it on one damn question
Does nothing else matter to you?
Yes, I am different then you are
Does that make me so wrong?
So you sentence me
So you condemn me
So blind have you become
So be it
What lay ahead I know not
All I know is the error of your ways.