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Shabakhair

Funfact about me: When I was around 7-8 years old, I used to think the word "intelligent" was masculine and the word "smart" was feminine. One time I was trying out my school's new standard uniform (not PE uniform, which I loved btw) and I hated it. To comfort me, my mom said I looked smart. And because I thought the word smart was feminine, I got very offended and sat down in a corner in protest. My mom was very confused.

Until I get 25 comments on this link I spend way too much time editing, I will share it under every post I make because I can.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TeenPakistani/s/wITVJkcOAC

I'll start. I believed the word "intelligent" was masculine and the word "smart" was feminine for absolutely no reason whatsoever. So when my mom would say I "looked smart" in nice clothes, I would get very offended and immediately asked her to give me different clothes.

I'd like to first point out that I usually don't let these things get under my skin. I have thick skin and get insulted by him and others all the time. I'm overly lenient which is probably why he felt comfortable saying something so dismissive to me, which I admit is ENTIRELY on me for being a doormat. I usually don't set boundaries because I fear I may be too sensitive. This has happened before multiple times, and this is the first time it got to me. I'm usually not this sensitive but I guess because I'm already going through a lot right now (parents' divorce) that my emotions are getting the better of me.

So I play a game called Warframe with my cousin who we'll call H. H introduced me to this game and I really love it.

Today, I played two quests, Jade Shadows and Jade Shadows: Constellations. Dude, the music, the art, the writing, the dialogue, everything was so peak.

After playing Jade Shadows, I loved it so much I immediately messaged H about it and told him it was peak (he still had one more quest he wanted to do before Jade Shadows, called Whisper of the Walls). He ignored that completely and began talking about the World cup and how Ronaldo's final match will be at 4 AM and that he won't sleep until he watches it, to which I said "That's cool" and asked him to play Jade Shadows when he can.

I was expecting it to end there, but then he said "That's insignificant". I was taken aback and said "But it's significant to me". He then said "It's insignificant", to which I repeated "But it's significant to me and matters to me", and he said "Therefore, it's insignificant and doesn't matter". He then went on and on about the significance of the match and ended it with "And you're out here talking a game update 😐". I was really hurt by this because it felt like my interest was being dismissed just because it's not as grand as the World Cup. I then said "Kela kha gaya hai. And over the fact that I said I like Jade Shadows" and he said "Bro does not understand the gravity of the situation" and told me it was insignificant. I stopped talking at that point. This all happened at 4 PM btw, 12 hours before his match.

It's not even about the game, it's about how easily my interest was dismissed. It's as though what I care about doesn't matter.

Please tell me truthfully if I'm overreacting.

IT'S THE FIRST OF THE MONTH! ON WEDNESDAY! IT IS WEDNESDAY, MY DUDES!

I had a jinn try to contact me three times between ages 12-14.

First it was at my grandparents house at midnight with a quiet "Hey" three times, sounded like a little boy. I thought it was my cousin because she was sleeping next to me where the sound came from and I assumed she was talking in her sleep. But it didn't sound like her at all.

Then, at 13, it was midnight and I was fully awake when I felt someone lean on my torso (I was laying on my side) and I could feel elbows digging into my skin and weight on the mattress right next to me. Something came close to my ear and whispered "Visit" in a deeper but still boyish voice, and I remember feeling breath. Mind you, I was fully awake. I jumped up but there was nothing and my sister was asleep on another bed across the room.

Then, at 14, I saw a woman standing at the food of my bed. She was tall but not outrageously so, and her hair was long and black. Think the average chudail that comes to your mind and that was her. She laughed like a little girl and asked me why I didn't visit, and even though I was fully awake, I passed out.

Color theory is the theory of color. Revolutionary. Color theory, or more specifically traditional color theory, is a historical body of knowledge describing the behavior of colors. Namely in color mixing, color contrast effects, color harmony, color schemes and color symbolism. Color theory and color science both study color and its existence.

Now how can this be applied in art? Well, there are a few ways. Let's first get some prerequisites out of the way.

Hue: The color itself. These are the yellows, blues, and reds we all know.

Saturation: How bright or dull a color is.

Value: How dark or light a color is. This is something you learn before you get into color, but I'm not a teacher and I don't care about going over that first, half of you aren't artists and don't care 😋

Let's look at lights and shadows. The most common tip regarding light and shadow is that they sit on opposite ends of color temperature. If the light is warm, the shadow will be cool. If the light is cool, the shadow will be warm.

But that isn't the only principle to consider. Light bounces, we all know this. And by bouncing about, it will color your object with it. How visible that bounced color is depends on the material of the object.

Go do an experiment on a sunny afternoon. Wear a white shirt preferably, and look at the shadows that form on that shirt. Notice how it's a very nice blue color? That blue color is because of the color of the sky reflecting onto your skin. This is also why shadows may appear purple or orange-ish in the evening, because that's the color of the sky being reflected onto you.

There are some forms of color theory often used in art and film. These include:

• Complimentary colors
• Monochromatic colors

There are more, but these two are basic ones I will be focusing on today.

Complimentary colors are those on opposite ends of the color wheel. Blue and orange, red and green, yellow and purple. These colors compliment each other and look good together, and that is because they're on opposite ends of the color wheel.

One thing to keep in mind about complimentary colors is to not use them 50/50. What's generally preferred is 80/20. With blue and orange as an example, we'll say you should use more blue and less orange. Why? Because orange is a warm color, and warm colors attract the eye. I'd use examples to illustrate (get it) my point but I'm lazy.

Monochromatic colors are those in variation of the same hue. Adding black for darker shades and white for lighter shades. Think of being on top of a cliff, or at any high point, and there are mountains in front of you. The further the mountains go, the bluer and lighter they get (the atmosphere is getting in between the mountains, coloring them the sky color). The different shades of blue are (kinda) an example of a monochromatic palette.

There's SO much more. But I lowkenuinely don't wanna go over it.

Kuch bhi puch lo

I'll probably delete this soon. Had in the drafts for a while.

First off, I'll share context. I'm Muslim, obviously, and I'm from a very extremist family. I'm also undeniably part of the LGBTQ+ community. A trans man, to be exact.

To get doubts out of the way, yes I'm 16. I'm still more than certain about my identity. This is something that I have had to deal with since I was 3, maybe 4. I didn't know about trans people or LGBTQ+ as a whole until I was 12, and I was dealing with mental health issues long before that. All caused by this wish I was a man. I never related to women and girls, and I don't interact with men at all outside of necessity (excluding family of course) because all I really feel around them is shame and envy. To say I'm doing this because of "Western influence" would be stupid and blatantly wrong, I was raised like your average kid in Lahore.

My mom's side of the family specifically is where the "issue" starts. My dad's side doesn't talk about LGBTQ+ at all, though they obviously don't support any of it. My mom's side is very vocal. I won't get into that.

Now in regards to religion, I am very conflicted. On one hand, I love Islam. I love being a Muslim. But on the other hand, my identity is getting in the way. I'm very much suicidal and don't expect a life past 25.

I know it's wrong and that I should probably see a therapist, but I don't want to. Simple. I don't want my parents to know I have a mental health issue, they have enough on their hands. This is probably a long ass phase I'll grow out of. I don't want them worrying about me

I'm not sure if transition is allowed in Islam. We're obviously not allowed to harm our bodies (not to say HRT is harmful to the body, it isn't) nor are we supposed to make changes like tattoos, shaving of the eyebrows, that stuff. But some say that transition is a life saving procedure instead of simply changing the body. I'm not sure what to believe. I'm more sure about the ruling on homosexuality than I am on the ruling of gender transition.

Am I overthinking this?

Edit: Removed sensitive information. That's my bad, sorry.

I was napping. As per usual. I was having a very strange dream where I was a man and I fell off a cliff. Out the cliff wall was a sword that was sticking out and...I landed on it. Yes, the sword's blade hit right between my legs.

It felt so real that I folded in real life. I was laying down peacefully on the couch one moment and the next I audibly cried out, sat up, folded over and clutched my crotch 💔💔 I'm not even male...

And the worst part is that I had guests over...Family members I had not seen since I was EIGHT. Cousins I had been waiting to meet again for YEARS. They flew in from the UK bro

They were all staring at me, trying not to laugh, as I realized what happened 🥀🥀

I was gonna show off the fact that I'm taller than them, but no no, I had to protect IMAGINARY NUTS.