REHANA BLOGS

How many of us argue for the sake of arguing? I do it a lot. I don’t know. I just like the concept of knowing more than there is to know. Does that make sense? It’s not like I have fun annoying other people. Although maybe I do. We all do, right? I was having a chat with a friend the other day and he sort of mentioned that he hates arguing with people who think they’re right and aren’t willing to listen to a different viewpoint whatsoever. He feels, apparently, that if you know you’re right, you’ve got to have the facts to back up the fact that you know you’re right. Facts. Plural. Arguing over something when you’ve only one single solitary piece to stand up for you doesn’t count. Cut the crap. Move on. Tell me. Convince me that you’re right. And then maybe I’ll believe you. Or maybe I’ll come up with a stronger argument to support my case. At the very least, I’ll annoy you merely by disagreeing with the fact that you’re right. Wow. That was a lot of you’re right. Actually, the con...

How do you talk to someone about what you’re feeling at any particular moment and expect them to relate to you? How do you start writing a book when you have no idea what its going to be about? How do you meet the person you want to be with for the rest of your life for the first time in your life? How do you judge someone who’s done a horrible thing harshly and not understand the true concept of judgment? How do you ask someone to lie and cover for your mistake when you have no account of the entirety of the repercussions of that mistake? I know. So many questions. So many answers. So many choices. So many decisions. I start a discussion with someone and I know they can’t give me the perspective I want. They just can’t. Because what I’m asking from them is something they can’t give, not because they’ve never experienced it but because they’ve never thought it. I can count on one hand the people I know who are conscious of each decision they make, every time they make it. I’m not one o...

We were robbed yesterday night. Time: 1.26 AM. Details: 3 armed thugs entered the house. Beat my mum and threatened to cut off her arm if she didn’t cooperate and give them money. Hit my father with a rungu. Bashed my uncle’s head with the butt of a gun. Forced our security guard to lie on the floor inside the house after giving him a thorough beating. How they entered: They followed my uncle’s car into the gate, before the security guard could shut it. They got away with plenty of things. I was sleeping in my cousin’s room upstairs, since we were having guests. My mum and dad were in my room. They got into it, and turned everything upside down. They made off with my wallet, two cameras, my memory cards, my laptop bag, and plenty of other miscellaneous things. They also made off with quite a lot of money, and a bit of jewelry from our guests. What is the world coming to?