How Trauma Stays With The Victims For Longer

Traumatic memories are always going to bother the victims simply because it is easier to remember traumatic events. For instance, someone who has been attending University of Toronto might realize that the colored people are not allowed or discouraged from being part of the faculty. Quite frankly! You should count how many White people are teaching in Canadian universities or colleges that are based in cities that have lots of colored people—such as Brampton and Mississauga. The halls of University of Toronto Mississauga Campus are filled with Brown people. When I was studying at this campus some years ago, it was actually referred to as the “Brown Campus”. But, how many of these graduates are graduating to become teachers at this university? I know that some of these graduates have learned to flee from the academia and that they have learned this in a group setting. I can easily state this because I know a few of these ambitious graduates. I also know that even after years have passed, they fail to apply to any jobs that are offered by the Canadian academic organizations. In some cases, the trauma that is felt by watching people of same skin color being excluded from teaching positions is really that deep. I find this knowledge very interesting because I can clearly see why Canada fails to utilize the talent that she has created with so much talent. Talk about twisted bonds! LOL! I personally think that they are doing the right thing as they walk away. According to Simona Chiose’s article “Justice on Campus”, Canadian universities hush around 90% of the abuse cases, which I think allows abusers to stay and mingle with the rest. So like my friends say, “If you are away from such people, then you aren’t missing out much”.

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My Motherly Instincts Are Sharpened Through Lucid Scents and Music

Lucid Dreams can be activated through scents of essential oils as well as scents of human bodies, especially the scents of your loved ones including heroes. During sleep as well as while we are awake, music that comes from the human bodies is being absorbed by everyone. I hear this music distinctly while I am asleep or awake; even then, certain sorts of human music is not fully understood by my mind.

Yesterday, I was with my brother’s daughter. I was tired because the Christmas party had just ended. I gave the baby to her grandmother. Then for some reason, I felt like sitting next to them. I sat at grandmother’s feet who was sitting on the sofa while holding the baby. When grandmother felt tired, she placed the child near her feet and distracted her with some toys. The baby started feeling a bit sleepy while I was talking to grandma. All of a sudden, on impulse, I placed my hand under the baby’s head, which she was just about to place on the floor. Obviosuly, her intelligent grandma was going to notice very quickly that the baby was feeling sleepy; but, I was already sitting in the right place somehow. This is when I realized why I was feeling the need to sit close to my niece.

This story is the same as a much older story that took place in Pakistan several years ago. Some shops in Pakistan are right next to very busy streets. Some shops don’t have a place for customers so they all stand outside. That day, my mother and my siblings were at a very small shop and the streets were busy. Mom was negotiating with the shopkeeper about merchandise when my youngest brother who was just a toddler freed his hand from his sibling and ran towards the street. I was also checking out the merchandise eagerly when, all of a sudden, I started feeling bored. So I turned around. This is when I saw my toddler brother standing on the street in front of a horse carriage. I screamed and ran towards him. I mean, horses are unpredictable. They can easily get out of control and crush somebody. My mind got fixed on my baby so it was easy for me to dodge some cars and pedestrians. I am glad that I got there in time and saved my youngest baby sibling.

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My Connection With My Mom

I am very much connected to my mom. When mom gets sick, I start feeling horrible and worried even if mom hides everything from me. And that’s not it! I can sometimes feel her thoughts or her existence. For example, today she just tappped on my shoulder while I was listening to songs. Just some seconds before she touched me, I felt my mind accelerate because it felt different brainwaves. It’s super exciting being near to my mother. When mama feels defeated, I can sense it; when she laughs, I can understand it more deeply; when mom agrees with me, I end up feeling mega cool; and, when mother feels super charged with excitement, I feel so bubbly. My mom feels really that awesome!

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Dark Giant Answers: Muslims and Christians are One Brotherhood

Day before yesterday, I had a funny dream while I was thinking of the written works of a Christian professor. During my dream, I was attacked by a dark force that initially looked much smaller in size. It threw a twisted blade on my mid-back; and, I stared at it shockingly as I felt warm blood trickle down my spine. My legs buckled; I fell down; and, I had difficulty standing up. The dark force started growing in size. Suddenly, this Christian professor appeared out of nowhere; he helped me get up; and, then he calmly placed his hand where I was bleeding. The dark force threw another one of its claw-like blade and it landed on professor’s hand. His hand started bleeding. It is interesting for me to note that this man was dressed in white; one of his hands bled; I could not see his face although I could feel that it was the professor; and, that he tried to save me from harm. He beckoned me to move away from this creature with his help. But I got too angry when I saw blood on professor’s hand. In anger, I faced the creature and slapped its face with one of my hands. The creature became timid and lost power. I relaxed and walked away with the professor.

I believe that the Dark Giant, my best Dream Character, was fully involved in creating this dream because I have been requesting him/her/it to visit me. Lucid Dreams are sometimes precognitive in nature; and, I strongly feel that this dream is precognitive because there is a strong sense about this in the dream.

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Love

Love is something you can’t describe fully no matter how hard you try. I understand how love is both truthful and unreliable. I mean it’s actual form is really that scattered and variant. It’s more than what other sees; and its form is not just contained inside those who choose to love and respect each other, like best friends; but, it actually exists way beyond their existence as well as this dimension. I feel that lucid dreamers can experience love in its strongest form because they can read thoughts through dreams and sometimes while awake even when their loved ones are located too far away from each other. For example, I always end up calling my close friend who is in another city just when she is about to run in trouble. It’s like my Lucid Knights are still protecting her. Thus, I love God more than the rest because God granted me the mind of a lucid dreamer.

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Time is a Funny Bond!

I have been very busy with studies, this new blog, and my first book. Today, I was scrolling over my older blog and I found something startling. I have been taking content randomly from my older blog and putting it on my new blog. I never check the date or try to match them to the current dates while posting simply because there is no spare time to implement this strategy.

On August 19, 2017, I wrote the blog post “My Thoughts on ‘Key Of Solomon'”.  Today while reviewing my older blog, I found the same post under date August 10, 2016. I have no clue how this happened! I am a lucid dreamer, which is how this is possible. I am making the clicks unconsciously. I completed my entire research thesis on fruit fly the same way; I got my reference letter about stereodepth vision the same way; and I drive safely the same way.

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In Love, They Waited Patiently

Note: I wrote this poem for my Belgian (Muslim) ex-fiance. I was in love with him when I wrote this; later, circumstances removed these feelings. But, that’s why I say “InshaAllah” when it comes to these critical things. “InshaAllah” means “if God wills”. So the attached prayer is that the match will disappear on his own if he is not for me. Prayer is a bond and intention that can work beyond human knowledge and comprehension.

I wrote this poem when I was around 25 years old. Its one of my oldest poems; and, it has not been edited at all simply because its a real memory. If you read it and compare it with the rest of my works, you will notice that it is much simpler in nature.

Oh my love! My heart pains for you
This insatiable pain is so consuming
I feel intoxicated with your thoughts
I am encompassed in your existence

This love is so beautiful
I never dreamed of this to happen
When the larks cry out the song of love
In my heart, every day

You are so far away and yet so near
It feels so poisonous and yet so relieving
This love that I feel for you my love
Demands the best of me, for you

I love you. I love you. Oh! I love you so much
I love you. I love you. Oh! how strongly I love you

You have won me over and over again
Oh my conqueror, my King
My love, my man, my friend
Love me today, tomorrow, and forever
Mould me into any shape you like and make me yours
Love me; desire me; and, don’t ever let go

I feel trapped
Unable to join you yet
I await your arrival InshaAllah
For one day, we shall join in Holy Matrimony
And that day, God will smile with us InshaAllah

True love will bloom and nurture under His Guidance
Without his permission, our love will wither away
Thus, I must be patient and so should you my love
One day God will join us, one day He will InshaAllah

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How Good Men Teach Women?

I was at a business event in Oakville when one of the guys who was a bit drunk started being slightly verbally intrusive towards me. One of his male friends looked right at him and asked him to stop. He also asked me to walk away and to ignore him. He seemed angry at this man for saying something odd to me; and, I learned right away that something was going to go wrong if I didn’t listen to him. Around a year afterwards, I ended up in Ottawa. Here at another local business event, a rather old and fat stranger approached me and said, “You want to have babies, don’t you? Your features look like this.” I looked at his face feeling scared and shocked; and, I remembered that man from Oakville who felt that he had to intervene right away to protect me. My reaction now was similar and faster: I memorized this man’s face and avoided him throughout the event and after the event.

Another respectable business professional I came across in Toronto advised me to learn how to drive because he believed that driving is almost mandatory while working in Canada. I was really young back then; and, I am glad that I paid attention to his comment and worked hard to get a G License.

Then another noteworthy American poet reviewed my poetry and said that my work was very beautiful. I listened to his words and kept his note in my notebook. I used to read it every now and then and then think about writing. This is how he played a critical role in gearing me in the right direction with respect to my first book.

Lastly, a male lawyer told me about the condition of the abused Canadian women and advised me to start the “Buddy Program”. This is how I started gaining real experience of how abused women think and react differently than other women; how to talk to them; and, how to help them by sharing resources and contacts. Although this group is currently really small, it serves as an inspiration to everyone who wish to start their own “Buddy Program”.

Correct! Good men can teach women a whole lot of important things without breaking any boundaries or compromising the women. For example, in all these cases, I am not close to any of these men. These men are wonderful human beings and that’s why they were supporting and protecting me although they don’t know me well enough.

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Same/Similar Food Urges

I get food urges when my siblings get them, especially when my brothers get them. I get this experience a lot when it comes to my two younger brothers. For instance, today I bought Sushi Family Pack after running around in the mall for a bit. When I got home, I ate a bit of it. Later in the evening, my younger brother surprised by suddenly visiting us along with his family–I had no idea whatsoever that he was coming. I looked at his face and then I realized why I got this strong urge to eat Sushi today. The fact is that he loves Sushi and he always eats seafood with his family. This is an indication of scent-based telepathy, I think.

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