An Unfortunate Incidence On OCTranspo Bus

I was riding an OC Transport bus. The weather was pretty cold today. When I got into the bus, I bumped against a couple of people. I finally found a spot where I could stand. The bus started moving; and, I relaxed but now everyone was just standing and not moving and bumping into each other. Pretty soon, I realized that I had lost my glove. I asked the woman who was standing next to me if she had seen it. She said that she had not seen it. For some reason, I started feeling very odd inside my head. Later, I realized that it was not just fatigue! So I asked myself to focus and look for my glove. I thought that either it was near me, near the door of the bus, elsewhere in the bus, or at the bus station because I was sleepy when I was in these areas. So I started scanning the bus. It was tough to do this because the bus was fully loaded so much so that it is tough to breathe. I prayed and kept looking while suffering from sudden jolts as the bus jerked. All of a sudden, I saw my glove. It had fallen in an empty place between some structure that was part of this vehicle’s design and a seat that was in the middle of the bus. I could see only a part of my glove. I slowly inched towards the person who was sitting there and asked him to pick up my glove and give it to me. The real problem started after all this. After some more moments had passed, I realized that the bus was just getting warmer and warmer. I found myself dozing and did not understood why I was feeling so zoned out. Eventually, I found an empty seat for myself. This is when I got the shock of my life! The seat was very heated because the heater was turned on to the max. I started feeling that it was become harder to breathe; I already had a bad headache as well. Thus, I forced myself to get up and walked to a different seat. As soon as I sat there, I touched the metal surface of the bus. It was very heated as well. This is when I realized that perhaps the driver had forgotten to turn down the heat because the morning temperature was -23 degree Celsius but then the temperature slowly went up to -10 degree Celsius in the night; it is also possible that he turned it on just to heat the bus temporarily and then forgot to turn it down due to stress. Before I got off the bus, I told him that the seats at the back feel super-heated. This was a very freaky experience for me! I am glad that I did not just fainted due to stress caused by heat.

Copyright © by Arzoo Zaheer. All Rights Reserved.

Things I Like About My Best Friend

I have only one best friend who has been with me for more than 10 years. Here are things that I love about this lady:

  • She is not a racist
  • She is a very caring woman
  • She transformed into a better person after becoming a Muslim; but, I feel that she was always a great person
  • She knows how some religious folks are only pretending to be good
  • She has a rosy White complexion; and, she has brown hair that have a tint of red
  • She listens well to me
  • She actually spends time soothing me when I am down
  • She seeks advice from me when she needs help; and, she gives me advice when I need it
  • She is frank and open about everything
  • She writes letters to me. Here is a card she wrote for me.
  • She exchanges nice gifts with me
  • She hangs out with me
  • She is the type of lady I can wait for easily without worrying that she won’t show up
  • She does not mind my faults and accepts me for who I am
  • She knows about most of my crushes
  • She knows whom I like or dislike and why
  • She has a genuine laughter
  • She can cheer me up very easily even when I am in my worst moods
  • She can never disappoint me even if she is in very down or does not know anything
  • She can make me dream of things that I feel too discouraged to find
  • She connects with me remotely when I am far away and cannot drive over to her place
  • She likes wearing Indian bangles and saris despite being a White Canadian
  • She reads a lot
  • She likes poetry and writing
  • She is the only inspiration behind the poem “Oasis or Mirage” and one of the ladies who motivated me to write “True Friends
  • We are like TWINS because we are both lucid dreamers and our moods sometimes are the same

She is my best friend because I feel properly reflected and validated through her; I have learned lots of good things from her. We have been together for really long so we are going to fix a date to celebrate our “Friendship Anniversary” since we don’t quite remember when exactly we met.

Today, I posted two tweets about us.

Copyright © by Arzoo Zaheer. All Rights Reserved.

Some Men Cannot Select Women Properly Due To Movies

Movies are creating standards for what is accepted and what is not. For instance, very slim models—some of who are suffering from Anorexia Nervosa—are showcased as the most desired women. Obviously, this is very harmful for the rest of the women. Here is my personal story.

Once I came across this rather interesting, attractive, and smart Pakistani-Canadian guy. I was curious about him so I started talking to him. Later I found out that he was not my type. For example, once I was hanging out with him when he said that my hips are large just like any other Pakistani women. I felt surprised that he said this since I was not wearing revealing clothes. Furthermore, I knew he was mistaken because my hips are not too large and not too slim. Anyways, I realized that he wanted someone skinny. I left him soon after I heard him say a couple of more rude things—including asking for premarital sex—to me that did not make any sense to me.

Today, I was reading browsing the web when I found the article “The 11 Physical Features Men Can’t Resist, According to Science“. This article clearly stated that men find women with large hips (waist to hip ratio of 7:10) more attractive. I think my ratio is around there! According to the article,”Does Hip Size Affect Childbirth? An Expert Explains What “Childbearing Hips” Actually Mean” hip size does not influence childbirth. But, I am gathering that men still find big—appropriately sized—hips attractive.

So movies have done this to some men! Some of them are really looking for perfect women who are not that attractive but they mistakenly feel that they are. You know what I mean! Phew! I am so glad that I left him before developing a serious relationship. Apparently, he did notice my looks, hair, manner, and intellect; but then there were other things about him that made him undesirable to me. Of course! like men, I am selective too; but, I only require good manners and intellect as well as appropriate attraction. And, I know that I won’t get distracted by whatever I have seen in the movies because I always scan for brains first.

Copyright © by Arzoo Zaheer. All Rights Reserved.

Significance Of White Colour In Lucid Dreams

I sometimes get lucid dreams where I interact with dream characters that are dressed in white. In one dream, I was wearing a white dress and standing next to a dream character (my husband) as he bled near a pond. Read “Creating Change“. In another dream, I was dressed in white; and, I interacted with the dream character of an American professor before I woke up and saved a young Canadian girl from being cyberbullied. Read “Dream Characters That Appear Suddenly To Warn”. In yet another dream, a Christian professor appeared in white and saved me from being abused. Read “Dark Giant Answers: Muslims and Christians Are One Brotherhood”.

I personally think that White is an angelic colour since the dream characters are wearing white while saving someone or standing near someone who is dying. According to the “Dream Moods”, white colour indicates purity and awareness.

In Christianiy, white is associated with angels. In Judaism, white refers to purity. In Islam, dead are supposed to be dressed in white. Read about this in Wikipedia.

I find it peculiar how in Islam we are told that the best colors for the dead is the white colour. This is an odd statement because in Islam sleep is referred to as a state that is like death. Intriguing right!

I think these are the reasons why some of my dream characters including me are dressed in white.

Copyright © by Arzoo Zaheer. All Rights Reserved.

Telepathic Signal From My Niece: Conquering The Waters

I have a 1 year old niece who has felt super-smart to me even when she was in her mother’s womb. I have felt her many times while she was unborn by touching her mother’s tummy. On several occasions, I have dreamt about her. Before she was born, I actually dreamt that my sibling was holding a new baby. The delivery went well; and, Myah was born.

Myah is very beautiful and super-attractive just like me. Just like me, its not her looks that are superior but there is something mysterious about this kid that takes over the other person whenever she interacts. Just like me, her best feature are her eyes, which become very alluring whenever she is looking at someone she loves. Not to forget, she has a distinct music surrounding her body and soul, which seems very hypnotic to me.

Some months ago, I had an interesting dream about baby Myah. Her mom was wandering near a large water body, which reminded me of a sea. Myah and her mom went inside this water body. Then there was this huge light that came from the bosom of the sea, which I strongly felt was coming from Myah herself. The light shone and lit everything to the extent that for several moments I could not see anything. Then, Myah and her mom came out of the water alive.

I was very puzzled about this dream. I think I found the answer just a couple of months ago when my sibling told me that Myah had learned some swimming and that she will continue to learn.

This is great news! I think Myah is special like me. She has been sending me signals even when she was not born and these signals continue even when she is living some hours away from me.

Copyright © by Arzoo Zaheer. All Rights Reserved.

My Best Prayer

There are many types of prayers. Some are to ask for the basic needs to be fulfilled; and, others are issued after much thinking.

Here is my best prayer. It is one of the best prayers because it arose after realizing the importance of female thinkers and artists in this decaying world. You must have learned from my blog that I am a creative writer, a poet, a lucid dreamer, and a Human Rights advocate. I mostly use my writings and dreams to offer protection to humans. The ability to have lucid dreams is one of the gifts that can revive life on this planet where basic rights of many humans have gone missing while wars, floods, and plagues are taking over. Read “Lucid Dreams Suggest That Women Should Be Leaders In Peacebuilding
So here is my best prayer. I say this one often; and, when I am not saying it, I think about it.

May there be more women who would follow my footsteps; and may there be female poets, thinkers, and lucid dreamers who can take my place after I die.


Copyright © by Arzoo Zaheer. All Rights Reserved.

I Received Signals From My Aunt’s Cat Before She Died

Some years ago, I met Kajol, a very large black cat, while I was visiting my aunt in America. Kajol was known to be closed towards contact with strangers and sometimes even the family members; and, I even heard that some people found him very domineering and somewhat scary. When I saw him for the first time, I felt very attracted to this cat’s personality and connected with him immediately. I fell head over heels in love with him the very first time I saw him—I get the same feelings towards certain humans. This ability is related to the fact that I have better metacognition due to lucid dreaming.

Since I fell in love with Kajol, I gave it my best shot to get him to like me. I tailed him when he would be playing alone; I rested near the tables when he would hide under them; I sat next to him and bugged him a lot when he would rest on the sofa; and, I learned how to feed him. At first, he did not want me to touch him; later, he started to enjoy my touch and even started playing games with me where he would try to bite or scratch my hand. Kajol’s eyes were very dark and these felt very stunning every time I would look at them.

Before leaving, I had an urge to find Kajol again. A voice daunted me asking me to just get going since it is getting late. But, my need overcame me! So I ran around in the house and looked for Kajol. Eventually, I found this beauty! He was hiding behind the curtain, inside the main bedroom. I lifted the curtain and had a glimpse of his back. He was still healthy although I felt that he was very tired. Suddenly, fear crept over me. I felt that he was not really that healthy and that he was struggling somehow. This did not usually show because his face was very animated most of the times. He was very well-kept and was very loved by my relatives and family members. This is another reason why he used to be so full of life. But, right now, I was looking at him while standing behind him. I bent and petted Kajol on his back and addressed him, “Kajol, love, I am going home now. I will see you next time. I love you!” Kajol turned around and looked at me and then continued to ignore me. He was a very spoiled cat! I smiled heartily at this arrogant gesture since I felt teased. Even as we engaged, I strongly felt that something was wrong and that Kajol was actually not as well as he pretended to be.

I still remember that my cousin called us to inform us that Kajol is not with us anymore. The visit described above was the last visit before Kajol died due to bad health. I was so traumatized that I almost removed the memory of this call from my mind. I tried forgetting; but, today I remembered Kajol again. After immersing myself in Kajol’s thoughts for some while, I decided to share these lovely memories online.

Copyright © by Arzoo Zaheer. All Rights Reserved.

Lesson Learned From Smoking A Cigarette

I have smoked only one cigarette in my entire life. I was a teenager back then so I just needed to fit in somehow. My father had bought some high quality cigarettes for one of my uncles although my father dislikes smoking. I was just rummaging through the closets when I found the shiny box of cigarettes. I was shocked at how pretty it looked so I desperately wanted to open it. The box reminded me of candy boxes! But I dared not open it on my own. Thus I took it to my older brother who listened to me and then opened the pack. Then he lit two cigarettes, one for me and one for himself. I smiled at him because I knew it was his first time smoking as well. He took a puff and I felt encouraged to take a puff too. Soon chaos happened! My throat became too dry; I could not breathe properly; I started coughing; and, some nose goo started flowing out of my nose. But I wanted to do this because I needed to show off to my older brother. So I smoked another puff; this time I felt like crying. Soon rational part of my teenager brain kicked in. I told my brother that maybe we should stop because we are injuring ourselves. I knew that cigarette pack looked too shiny and tempting. So next I got way scared, ran outside, and told my parents that I gave the box to my brother and that we have been smoking together. Soon dad came and took the box away. He was angry at us for opening it without permission.

Lesson Learned: Smoking is injurious to health.

Lesson Not Learned: How and why is everyone else doing this?


Copyright © by Arzoo Zaheer. All Rights Reserved.

Why Some Love Me And Others Abuse Me

I have thought about this for some years now. It seems that I have attracted both who truly love and appreciate me and who wish to only manipulate and abuse me. I have completed the HowStuffWorks’ quiz “What Type of Guy Is Most Attracted to You?” twice and both times my results have shown that I can attract only smart men to myself. My second ex-fiance was Dyslexic and he used to beat me in chess a second or so. I have never met anyone else who could do this! So this is how I know that only the smartest men can get attracted to me. Furthermore, most of the people who have targeted me have been identified by others around them as narcissistic in nature. Narcissists are very smart people; do you know that some Medical Doctors are narcissists? I can attract narcissists very easily towards myself because I am an Empath. My empathy is related to the fact that I am an ENFP and that I am a Muslim. This is how the abusers have always misunderstood my real intentions! I plan to challenge my abusers by discussing things on stage; even then, I have to play it very careful to make sure that I am not injured any further. This shall be fun because I usually give it my best shot. For instance, I learned how to sell very simple items like hair curling rods, pillow covers, and duvets—I did amazing at generating sales within the assigned time—so that I may be prepared to sell my upcoming books and workshops.


Copyright © by Arzoo Zaheer. All Rights Reserved.