This is what I discovered while lying half-asleep on my bed, cursing because it was 5 o'clock in the evening on a summer day and my fan's not working, listening to music with a tweezer in one hand and a small compact mirror in another.

Life is like plucking your eyebrows.

Some just don't care about it. And some put a lot of effort in it.

You can't always expect others to help you with it, asking for a hand once in a while is okay, but in the end you are the one who is responsible for it.

You can ask others for opinion on how you can shape it and others can tell you how they think you should do it, but in the end your decision is what matters.

Sometimes you get the perfect arch, but sometimes you don't get it right and you'll have to wait for time to pass by and try your hardest to not repeat the same mistake.

People will not always like how your eyebrow look, but you can't please everyone. You have to go with the one that suits you perfectly well .

At times, you accidentally pluck your eyelid instead and it gets very painful that sometimes it bleeds but you just have to put up with it and you'll learn by time that the pain goes away.

Sometimes you look at other's eyebrow and you see how perfectly shaped it is and you wish you had theirs instead.

I know how stupid this might sound to some, if not to all, but hey, I'm just saying whatever crosses my mind.

On another note, condolences to the wife and family of Bro Hisham, a blogger who was dear to my friend, who passed away this evening in a car accident. May the mercy of Allah be with him. May the mercy of Allah be with us all. From Him we come, and to Him we all return.