Exams are over and I feel like I just reached the summit of Everest. Well actually I’m about 2km’s from the summit, I’ll hopefully get to the top after tomorrow.
Speaking of Everest, it’s amazing how we humans can acclimatize and adapt to our surroundings. I can remember those days I traipsed around London doing all sorts like going to and from work, out and about in the streets to exhibitions and museums and the theatre, when the temperature was 0˚ Celsius (32˚F) and I didn’t even flinch. Then there were those days in Amsterdam at FC's place, when we were out painting the town red (pun intended) in -6˚Celcius (21˚F) weather and yeah it was a little cold at first, but we soon forgot about it. So much so that when it was 6˚Celcius (43˚F) in Paris the next week, we were all feeling “hot”. I kid you not. So it’s a bit of a surprise to me that I would feel cold in 12˚Celcius (54˚F) weather. It’s safe to say that we’re in the middle of winter, but it was an average of 24˚Celcius (75˚F) in Johannesburg up until two days ago. But I’m sure this cold snap will end soon.
I was quite amused and impressed with OH’s post on labola. I was prepared to be worth a leather bound machete, but apparently he thinks chocolate bunnies will do (and I’m perfectly happy with that). I must admit, I was tempted to do a similar one about bloggers (not a labola one because I’m no authority on that), but one which details my perceptions of everyone. I decided against it because I will only tell the truth, the way I see it, in my opinion and I don’t want to offend people. I’ve had many experiences where people don’t want to hear the truth. The truth hurts, they say. I guess it does and I don’t want to be that unsolicited mirror of candor …not now anyway and not unless I get requests to infringe on everyone’s psychological (in)securities.
I was also inspired by a one Miss Shafinaaz…writer, poet, extraordinaire. I guess people don’t put too much thought into names, unless they’re spawning. Mine has several meanings; a brief etymology…
According to the book I was named after, Azra was one of Maryam AS’s (Mary’s) many nicknames.
[ syll. a-zra, az-ra ] The girl name Azra is pronounced AEZRah KEY.
The name Azra is widely believed to have its origins in the Arabic language. But the name is actually of Hebrew origin (which would make more sense considering that she lived in Jerusalem and that was the language of the time) and the literal meaning is:
“An unpierced prestigious pearl radiating in pristine beauty in Jannah”
Other meanings of the name include:
"One who levitates” (no wonder I’m high all the time)
"Possessing the highest feminine qualities"(does bitchiness count?)
"Strength" (explains a lot) and
"Star” (I wish)
The poet Heine wrote a poem called "The Azra", about a youth of the clan of Azra who dies for love (how depressing). The name Azra is most often found in Turkey, Yemen and Pakistan although it happens to be quite popular in India, the USA and Italy too. In the countries of former Yugoslavia, it is most common among Bosnians, both Muslim and Jewish, but it is also found among Romani (Gypsy) in all of the former Yugoslav republics (explains my travelling-gypsy-wander-lust streak). I suppose there’s a little bit of everything in who I am…some qualities are more prominent then others.
A few last words from this Azra who wants to share my pearls of wisdom, for those who need it:
“I don’t whine about anything I can change, and since I can always change my attitude, I don’t expect to find a hopeless situation”.
“It is our own mental attitude that makes the world what it is for us. Out thoughts make things beautiful, our thoughts make things ugly. The whole world is our own minds. Learn to see things in the proper light”.
And My personal favourite:
"What have I to do with worldly things? My connection with the world is like that of a traveler resting for a while underneath the shade of a tree and then moving on" ~ Prophet SAW
I tag everyone, come tell me what your names mean :P