Hi, lovely people who are kind enough to have followed this blog. I hope you are all well and in good spirits. I am doing this blog to sincerely apologise to you lovely people, the reason why I apologise is because I haven’t written any content in ages.
Now, this is hardly content what I am writing now, but this is still me writing what’s on my mind, which is what I do with the sports when I write about that, or even any other issue for that matter.
I want to tell you a little about myself if you would be so kind and allow me to explain (please read on) . As you know, my name is Ayyaz Malik (that probably explains the blog name duh).
I am 30 years old and if you haven’t gathered by now, I love writing! What is it that I love about writing I don’t know, it’s hard to explain but the feeling of expressing your “inner you” is probably the thing I appreciate the most.
Don’t get me wrong, I want to clarify I have some brilliant people around me. Some good family and some fantastic friends. A fantastic friend like one who stayed up past 12’oclock and texted me a happy birthday, now I don’t celebrate my birthday, but me, I am one of those who really appreciates “small gestures” like that.
Why? Simply because people think they’re small and don’t see the “big issue”. I mention this again, be grateful for what you have in your life and sometimes what you don’t have in your life. Alhamdulillah, I have another friend who would call me everyday, why? to let me know I needed him. This blog post is going to be a very frank and honest post, about my life and my outlook on life in general.
For long periods of my life, I have been someone who has been quiet, shy and reserved. Sorry, let me clarify that, very shy – shy so much so on a time when my then wife’s family came over to see me for the first time I booted it out of the room with a face redder than a tomato.
I want to clarify this was a room full of women. Maybe this would have been “the casanova dream” for some, but me I was too busy shaking like a leaf. That incident leads, to a lot of teasing and on the odd occasion even to this day.
Again there is a reason why I am writing this, even if you don’t see it at this part of the blog. Now, online is a very unpredictable, beautiful and crazy place at the same time and some of you have probably seen me being quite prominent on there.
I have changed somewhat these days, I am more open and expressive, but my general makeup is the same. (just to give you an example of the person behind the keyboard).
Don’t be fooled of how I come across on there, I am still quiet to an extent (keyword being extent). Now when I was younger, I had “special needs”, now I mention this because this is a part of me and who I am today.
In my young childhood years, I would go to a “special school”, taken by mum in the morning, every morning, from then (that day to this day) she has been a massive supporter of mine.
Being someone of a “disability”, sometimes this would lead to some uncalled for taunts from bullies. This could bring lesser people down, but one thing I learnt and I suppose a large part of this was the influence of my mum, don’t give up and there is no such word as can’t.
This is not a blog post to gloat far from it, but merely an attempt to inspire you the reader who reads this post. In life, it’s easy to give up and say no I can’t do this and that. Me myself I was often mocked for apparently being stupid (or sorry to offend,being classed as a retard).
Others may have been deterred and gave up on their hopes and dreams after such comments, but I want to say don’t give up on your dreams. Sure the dreams might not come when you want it, but they will come when you need it.
Me myself,I spent a huge part of my life in a different profession but my love for writing and media work, in general, was too strong. I spent 12 years, yes 12 years in another profession thinking that my dream wouldn’t come true, but certain things changed in my life which inspired change.
The break-up of my marriage, which was for the best (everything happens for the best). This was one thing which inspired to “just go for it”, life is too short. I am 30 years old now and in my eyes, life is just beginning.
Me being a man of faith, I thank god 110%, no doubt about it. With prayer, hard work and sheer self-belief, I am a freelance sports writer, a soon to be an author and a TV pundit on the British Muslim TV channel, (yes that’s shameless plugging).
The moral of this blog post/story? Don’t give up and if you want something that bad, fight for it! I wanted to share this to inspire you and hopefully, those who need that “kick up the backside” to go and grab life by the horns.
People who know me, still don’t believe me that I am where I am, why? Well, they obviously were clouded in doubts, but anyway back to the point. Don’t give up on your dream, yes it may take sacrifice, some “miserable nights” and “unsung work”, but it will be worth it end the end.
Thanks if you have got this far, but that’s all I want to say xx.
The Bearded Captain 