My cousin told me about an upcoming horror movie by the name of "The Hills Have Eyes". I Googled it and discovered that it's a remake of the 1977 movie by the same name and the same producer, i.e. Wes Craven.
I'm looking forward to watching it when it releases on March 10, insha Allah. Although Wes Craven's known for making gory horror movies (Nightmares on Elm Street), his movies are still more tasteful and contain more of a plot than more recent film-makers' projects.
While reading the review of the remake I came across a phrase that proves to be extremely graphic.
The MPAA rating reads, "R for strong gruesome violence and terror throughout, and for language."
Terror throughout. Makes me think of people fainting in theaters from lack of oxygen since they had been screaming throughout, out of terror throughout.
Pretty Picture
A Feeble Attempt
SubhanAllah, the sky looks beautiful tonight. There is a full moon and it is completely surrounded by small fluffs of clouds that seem to have been a single body once, and like the surface of a marble cake-mix, sifted into smaller bits with a toothpick.
I took my camera and snapped lots of pictures, thinking the entire time of the day I spent with Afshan in New York City and that day the sky looked painted on. Truly, painted on with a fine brush. I could not shift my eyes from the end of the street at each avenue that showed a glimpse as if it were a view-finder that bore witness to a true work of art.
My favorite flower is the narcissus (nargis) and alhamdo lillah I was surrounded by them in my recent trip to Islamabad. Zairah told me to take pictures of them so she knew which flower I meant when I described them to her.
I took countless pictures and realized that not one could describe exactly the awe I felt on seeing them, nor capture its fragrance for me to bring home.
There is a limit to emotions captured in photography. Not even the greatest camera or photographer can replicate the majesty of Allah's creations in nature, or the awe that it evokes in His people.
Bon appetit!
There's something extremely disconcerting about having to hear the cook sneeze himself inside-out in the kitchen while preparing the next meal to be consumed by us.
To Thine Own Self Be True
Kundera's thoughts on betrayal, an act that could be committed to a person, an idea, a commitment or a resolution, but all resulting in the gradual loss of self and all that is true ("haq" in Urdu sounds better):
"But if we betray B., for whom we betrayed A., it does not necessarily follow that we have placated A. ... The first betrayal is irreparable. It calls forth a chain reaction of further betrayals, each of which takes us farther and farther away from the point of our original betrayal."
On Parades
"... behind Communism, Fascism, behind all occupations and invasions lurks a basic pervasive evil and that the image of that evil was a parade of people marching by with raised fists and shouting identical syllables in unison."
Quote taken from "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" a novel by Milan Kundera
Night Light
Can reading books truly be divided into daytime and night-time books?
Meaning, are there any books that I would rather stay up the entire night to read than take out time during the day for?
I think I would. Because this thought crossed my mind while reading "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" at two am: a book I have been unable to read during the day for lack of proper attention.
It's alhamdo lillah such a good feeling to have the quiet time to sit back and think over Kundera's ways of expressing common terms like parades, death, rebellion and sorts and give them the amount of reflection they deserve.
I doubt I would have pondered as much over this had it not been for the fact that I had been unable to finish this book for months when all it required was a night of my time.