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Tuesday, November 30, 2021
پوچھتا کون ہے
Monday, November 29, 2021
صبح بخیر ۔
Saturday, November 27, 2021
You see so much beauty in others but failed to see yours. You have something to offer too.
As you grow older and get to hold a grasp of how things work
-LET THEM LOSE YOU🖤
دھنک کے رنگ دیکھے ہے نہ تم نے...؟
منزلیں الگ ہوں تو راستے جلدی الگ کر لینے چاہئیں
Friday, November 26, 2021
ENDURANCE – A PATH LEADS TO BOUNTIES
Those who resides in the heart are the ones who ruin the peace of the heart.
You might witnessed . The ideology of life is nothing but, here the loyal ones always receive animosity in response of their regardless love.
Then the poor owners of beautiful character often become impatient and asked their selves.
‘ Is this our destiny to remain at the sight of self-indulgent
people every time’?
Referring to all those beautiful heart owners hereby,
Why are you sad?
Why do you make your heart grieved?
Why you are having regrets regarding your utmost love?
You are beautiful in your own way.
Your soul is pure.
Your intentions are clear.
You believe in spreading happiness.
You are an inspirational cup of tea in the days of Autumn.
You better know how to confront with indulgence.
Have you ever wonder , besides all those hardships and agonies why your heart still continues and blemishes to be an optimistic perso
The answer is pretty simple , all those struggles you have been through , all those hardships you have suffered, all those agonies and aches your soul tolerated were meant to make you a gem, a priceless and a precious gem, my dea
‘This life which seems so fair is like a bubble blown up in the air
On one fine day , these all beautiful images and views of life will fade away
The luxuries , the lavish life styles , the aches , the hurdles, the melodies of nature will come to an end.
So, don’t be afraid never lose hope , if the life is revealing the harsh realities upon you so you are a luckiest person because the contemplations are only for those who seek guidance and strive to be on right path.
Remember one thing that Allah has chosen you for TRIALS as he has promised to make things easy for you and all the eases are his blessings , indeed.
“This life is the TEST and TRIALS and the TESTS are TRIALS. Life is a trial, every time you realize that.
It’s okay to be scared , it’s okay to cry, but giving up should not be an option.
They always say that FAILURE is not an option . FAILURE should be an option because when you fail,
you get up and then you fail and then you get up and that keeps you going.”
(MUNIBA MAZARI)
Those who shattered your heart into pieces are the only ones who respond to your fidelity with their abhorrence.
‘Success is not final,
Failure is not fatal;
It is the courage to continue that counts.’
DISTRACTIONS
I still remember the days when my breath was stuck in my throat, the things around me, even though they were in their original state, seemed to be threatening, frightening me like a weird horrible Dinosaur. When a person despairs he is in worst state of losing hope, desperately. Then it seemed as if everything has stopped working fairly, now nothing can happen. The demoralizations prevailing inside becomes the worst enemies of humans sometimes and the hidden storms zinced the power of the mind. Every inch of ability to think and understand disappears gradually, as time went by a person was about to crumble and tremble in his own unsought battles. You know how painful it is to be crippled, to burn your own soul into ashes!
Then maybe such circumstances produces a right MOMENT to give some SPACE to your life in order to embrace your inner peace, to boost it up, to enhance & strengthen your mental health. When all you can do is to seek patience and believe in optimism, passionately.
But, what do you think? Being realistic, is it so easy to get yourself up , to make yourself patient , to deteriorate all the ifs and buts prevailing inside your mind imploring you to yell , to scream louder just to receive some sort of relaxation which is although a timely act.
You stumbled because if you want to get up again, you will start staggering. We humans are indeed so unpredictable creatures on Earth, even a person himself often fails to recognize his own emotional flaws and values. Has time ever stopped for anyone? NO, a big no here, TIME will never ever suppose to stop for anyone, it keeps going and life goes on. All we can do is to set up our own pace of life with speed of time.
Whether the time seems good or bad, fortunate or unfortunate, it is destined to pass.
Do you know why? So, that you may recover a little, following the rituals of not going on the distracted paths on which you got stumbled, onc
‘The same thing that they believe will be more effective than turning
It isn’t only a thought provoking inside your heart but the below mentioned sentence has a mesmerizing impact on wounded hearts, indee
“Allah passes man from the worst to the best
Keep yourself optimistic and rely on God before such cruel or harsh Pandora boxes reveals unto you. Try to return to your LORD and obey his instructions which are in best interest of human
When the servant obeys his will, then there comes a time when he will return to his own.
The intellectual capabilities calls upon that man cannot even think the way things tend to be happened.
The Girl Next Bench
It was 8am in the morning, 8am again. Life has been pushed on a seat which was on a journey to hell. It wasn’t same as it was before, in late 2010. Those mushy, comfortable nights and cold mornings were what I wish today; well I don’t think I’ll get those days back ever, of course time machine isn’t here still. You know what’s worst? Loosing feelings for someone/something, the feeling before having something can’t be compared with the feeling after having them; after winning things you prayed to have, you feel different, you feel relaxed and happy. And it’s rightly said that we, humans, forget the real value of things right after having them.
So, it was an energetic, bright morning when I hard-pressed myself to a warm bath; well to be honest I didn’t last more than 10 minutes, as the water was icy. It wasn’t my first university class, but I had to go fresh and active to remain attentive and progressive.
You ever feel empty? Empty, calm and cold on a bike taxi? Well I do! Every time I travel from Bykea (bike taxi) in early mornings, I get this insane, abnormal feeling from the environment; it doesn’t feel home, but it memorizes me of the age when my beloved father used to hold my hand and take me to my school located near our home. Those soft, memorable days. Aahh!!! I still remember them, and not just remember them, but sometimes I allow my eyes to wash themselves out too when remembering those happy, tensionless, pure, joyful moments. I guess that’s where you come to know that you are alive, your inner self, your older self, and most importantly, real you and your soul are alive.
This is where life and living matters the most, when you feel each thing you expect yourself to feel, when you don’t just see things from your naked eyes, but analyze them, see them with your vision, history and creating a mind map in your pea sized brain, connecting things to past memories, events and accidents. I guess this is where it matters all, your efforts, thinking power, those puzzling, baffled, mind disorientating thoughts. This is what’s important, in an upgrading and digitalizing world, old thoughts, you smiling on them, pushing your way to think more of them, recreating those worthy moments and putting your 100% in meaningful things is important. It may not sound lovely, but it’s definitely lively.
With all this, I stepped off the bike and handed over a 100 rupee note to taxi driver. And here it was! Start of a new and life changing journey.
I entered the light blue colored gate, and saw students wearing shoulder bags, teachers rushing to classes, and guards welcoming students, protecting the campus. It hit me as my school days. I could imagine little kids, a little playground and all these activities happening in late 2010. A cheerful smile on my face showed all; I guess that’s what we are, a cluster of thoughts, imaginations and fears and strengths, and a mixture of all. One can never understand other; how do you expect one to know other when you don’t even know yourself properly.
Limits
“MORNING STRUGGLES”
4am, and she is sleeping,
It feels like she was weeping,
She feels someone patting on her shoulder,
Who is this? Clearing her sleepy blurry eyes,
Oh its you again, with a taunting tone,
Its her right shoulder angel,
Telling her, its morning little baby,
Get up its time for praying,
She wasn’t listening,
She was ignoring,
So, the angel starts singing,
Oh my little one,
Oh my beloved one,
Oh my pretty angel,
Wake up wake up,
It’s time to take off,
Take off for ablution,
You my little one,
I wanna see you in Jannah,
You are a good girl,
Come on, let’s get up,
Let’s tell Allah why were you crying,
Whey were you dying,
HE is there waiting for the little one,
The drowsy one,
The broken one,
You my pretty one,
You my little one,
It’s been long sleep,
Let’s wake up,
From the long sleep,
From the unhealthy sleep,
From the depression causing sleepless sleep,
She shock her blanket off,
She tore her tiredness off,
She looked for the voice,
She looked around,
No one was there,
She was angry as always,
And was wandering where the voice went as always,
But it was late, she was awake,
Her sleep was gone,
She stood up alone, walk to the bathroom,
Washed her face,
Looked into the mirror,
Staring at her dark circles, creating a scene, horror,
Washed her face again again,
Throwing water, with frustration,
To remove those dark circles, those wrinkles,
She smiled for a second, she hated her wrinkled smile as always,
She came out, with water dripping from every edge of hers,
As if, she took shower with her cloths on,
But it was anger, her frustration that was dripping,
She looked for prayer mat,
Lying on the floor as always,
She was shocked as always,
She felt a strange presence around her,
Presence was strange but peaceful for her,
She prayed, she felt relayed,
She heard a voice, well played angel,
She was smiling with tears rolling,
She tried her best,
Tried mending her Connection with her creator.
PSYCHO
“Psycho” it’s not the first time I read this word.
A text message notification lighted up my phone screen. I read it at first glance but opened and read it again.
Not long ago, he started referring me with this name.
May be being pure, caring & loving unconditionally were not normal traits of a human. The face of humanity was being tainted with materialism. Where a small-town girl was an outcast.
I replied,” your psycho.”
The saved contact name was DESIRE.
As I desired nothing more than that person in that phase of my life.
When we meet he saw his contact name in my phone “desire” he took a closer look in my eyes and said “psycho” with a taunting smile. That smirk around his lips was burning my heart. But I smiled back and said, “I guess I’m”.
So childish of me. I had no idea why he kept referring me a psycho, am I really one? But what makes a person psycho? Maybe I’m too clingy? But does not that’s what he loves about me? Never thought any of it. A teenage girl never knew the art of fancy words and delicacy of her heart. All she knew was to love, to be kind, to be available for the ones who are in pain. Not worrying about outcomes and irrespective of her personality falling apart. Sadly, she does not know who she really was. And how much wildness she was holding in herself. How much love her tiny heart was pouring out to the unnecessary people? Whom she nurtured as flowers, but they came out as weeds. Ruining the beauty of her thoughts and purity of her soul.
She was selfless without knowing what that word means merely at the age of eighteen. She fought the chaos. An admired, rosy, chatty girl, grown twice of her actual age. Fighting the inner demons and external beasts. She came out of hell, all alone, wearing the crown of her dignity. That she deserved. The raising voices silenced. The hands hungry to grope her feminism, felt ashamed of themselves.
The arms who demolished her innocence, cried of emptiness and asked for forgiveness. Not because they realized they were doing wrong to her, in reality the tables turned the day she came to know that SHE DESERVES WHAT SHE SERVES. Until now, she thought love, care, kindness, respect, all of them were not the things to be done for return. And she was right, partially, as she was unaware that she all of deserves them.
Many are still mourning for her old soul, that is not available anymore.
That small-town girl learned the firework of emotions. She came to know that her presence can heal or steal any heart. But she is not just for anyone who comes across.
She can be fire or ice,
she can be love or lust,
she can be calm as the ocean
and wild as thunder,
she can be dancing rain
or a rigid mountain,
she can be as dark as night
or rainbow or sun like bright,
she can be a star
the world can cherish from afar,
she can be wine or whiskey
but not available at any bar.
She is a woman who knows her worth, that kind of woman is easy to fall for but hard to handle. What an irresistible madness she is.
I guess he knew, all of this. The one who named me PSYCHO.
Not only my wordplay art, but a part of me.
Wednesday, November 24, 2021
~"Once in your lifetime, you get to know one person,
~"Once in your lifetime, you get to know one person, and you know very well, deep down in your heart that you'll have feelings for this person your whole life." 🤍
-Rukiye
True love begins the moment you fell in love with someone's heart. That person's well-being becomes your priority. You love that person in a way which brings you only peace and tranquility in your heart. I'm not talking about that toxic way of loving someone, where you forget about your creator. Rather that person will complete the half of your deen and will support you in everything which brings you closer to ALLAH. 🕊✨💙
When you open yourself up to people
Tuesday, November 23, 2021
Busy Road Busy Lives
زندگی اپنے آپ میں ایک معجزہ ہے
W E D N E S D A Y
Monday, November 22, 2021
ﺳﺐ ﮐﻮ ﮨﻤﯿﺸﮧ ﻣﺠﮫ ﺳﮯ ﺑﺲ ﺍﯾﮏ ﮨﯽ ﮔﻠﮧ ﺭﮨﺘﺎ ﮨﮯ ﻣﯿﮟ خود سے ﺭﺍﺑﻄﮧ ﻧہیں ﮐﺮﺗﯽ
Strangerlike encounter
Sunday, November 21, 2021
Time Never Flies
‘Time Flies’ has become a colloquialism nowadays but the reality is very different from that. Time flies means that time goes by very fast & we don’t even get to notice it. It doesn’t, time doesn’t fly, it’s been running at one constant speed since it came into being & it will keep running at that same speed. Yes, there were some occasions where it was halted but its speed never changed, & will never change I guess. The truth to the ‘Time Flies’ phrase is that it isn’t true at all. It’s us, we are too engrossed in our lives & races that we forget to notice the world around us, & that includes time too.
Whenever we want time to pass quickly, it seems like its speed is diminished & whenever we don’t want it to pass, it feels like it just got some turbos. But that’s not the truth, time is at the same speed, it all happens within us.
When we don’t want it to pass because of a certain thing that we want to do or enjoy, we get too indulged in that thing that we forget when time passed, we don’t think of the outside world, it just becomes blurred for us, because that certain thing gets us too wallowed in it.
& whenever we want it to pass quickly, it seems like it lost its speed, but that too isn’t the truth. The truth is that we then wait for it to pass, it’s still at the same speed, but we start noticing it unlike before. When we notice it, the events before when it apparently passed like lighting comes into our mind & we think that we were noticing it all the time, but we weren’t.
It’s just that we forgot its importance…
My Painter
‘Afraid!’
‘Why?’
He interrogated while wiping out my tears.
‘Past!’
I answered with a single word.
‘Zara that has gone. Forget it now.’
His fingers were producing friction between my hairs.
‘I have. I have forgotten it. But the broken and shattered soul of mine is not leaving me. I want to slaughter it.’
I became over-hyped, over-aggressive. It seemed like I was really going to slaughter the cracked soul with a sharp-edged knife.
‘To kill it is not the solution. I have an idea.’
He said while wiping out my tears again.
‘Share immediately.’
Now my over-aggression was changed into over-excitement.
‘I will recolor and refill your soul.’
How can a person recolor a deep black soul? His idea was cracking up at me.
‘The blackness of my soul will absorb all your colors, my painter. Black can soak up all the colors. Blackness is an enemy of colors.’
He was checking temperature by putting his palm on my forehead.
‘I will absorb every chunk of blackness prevailing in your soul and then recolor the transparent soul with my colors.’
He was smiling and his eyes were flashing.
‘ Mine painter.’
I also laughed with tears in my eyes.
‘Your past absorber too.’
He wiped my tears again.
‘I am wiping them for the last time. Now,’
I interrupted him.
‘Now I’m going to laugh and giggle for throughout the life. I can complete your sentences.’
From over-agression to over-excitement, now I was over-confident.
TEARS REFLECTION OF PURE SOULS
Looser!
Looser!
In the break time of a primary boys school a little boy who was just 7 years old fell on the muddy clustered ground . His white school uniform become dirty as the patches of mud were scattered on his T-shirt. He was helpless and remains yelling and weeping there as the screams of children threatened him and they were laughing and kept roaring
‘You are a looser! Oh little boy’. ‘You are a looser!’
There was an announcement which strikes on his ear drum suddenly and helped him to pour his head out of the reminiscent from past school diaries , he smiled a little and shakes his head slightly claiming his coward attitude.
It was the eve of Annual College prize distribution ceremony and now after few years that young little coward boy has grown into an adult teenager . It was 10’o clock in evening and there came an announcement by the host :
Ladies and gentlemen put your hands together , in a huge round of applause please welcome our exceptionally brilliant student ‘DAVID KIMS’ on securing first position in the ‘Annual writing competition for boys college’. He stood up from his position and his steps following the paths slowly to reach stage as he was seated in the second last rows , with the sobbed eyes he arrives on stage and receives his first prize and best writing award by his principal.
Those tears those lame criticisms and recriminations which were once reason of his fear and frights have now become a successful and yet the strongest pillars of his life. People might say what they wanted to and no one can even stop their stupid tongues.
Those tears which you have flown once due to anxieties and agitations have praised you extra courageous vibes to fight not to flight. If you have fallen apart, if your soul has torn into scattered pieces, if you are willing to shriek in desperate hours of agonies , do it. Remember one thing each and every hurdle you are confronting is secretly giving you a magical treasure box filled with stamina to boost up your confidence level , your morale to stay consistent and bring you steadfastness in order to bear the challenges of life.
People might make fun of your TEARS , with an aim to depress you , to frighten you but they do not even know they are indirectly giving you an anti-depressing therapy to omit the aches from the edges of your eyes. Eyes are reflections of purity of a soul. Eyes can never lie , they are vigorous yardsticks against each and every misery.
The conversation which lies behind the words are exceptionally amazing because our eyes are uttering hundreds and thousands of wordless expressions and phrases which are beyond everything. Similarly , the societal judgments and false claims can be easily neglected if you have valorous and mettlesome sight.
To cry; to weep or to shriek are the natural phenomenon of life. The very moment a new born child opens his eyes in this ruthless world he screams , a person in mild pain sobbed or scream , a happy person giggles and his laughter added weepy sounds to the environments.
Some people got ROLLER COASTER of emotions while enjoying their favorite serials on You tube , too. Tears have never been claimed as a reflection of grief but they are indeed a mirror image of each and every emotion. No matter whatever is it whether expressions of joys, happiness or downhearted regrets. They are indeed reflection of PURE SOULS and their UNTOLD STORIES.