Archive | June, 2015

Day 3 – Lend a hand

22 Jun

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There are some people who’re so abandoned, that God can only appear to them in the form of a lending hand. Whatever tales they’ve always taught their kids about, stories of kind people, compassionate folks, charity, they seek for live examples. There are documents repleted with the facts of what a poor country Pakistan is, and there are plenty who reserve hope in their eyes as they stare their doors, clean their ears, in anticipation of footsteps, of help, of a helping hand.

Contrary to it, let’s appraise our lifestyle. The other, tiny part of our crowd. We spend thousands every day on food streets, buy clothes worth valuable bucks, pay thousands for movies and what not. When you have money, when you work hard, it’s actually fair to spend on self-luxuries if we’re not fond of charity. It’s okay, only after we’ve fulfilled our spiritual responsibility. Our religion ensures circulation of wealth by enforcing the healthy system of zakaat. How may of us are actually conscious about it? For materialistic eyes, it’s a decline in bank balance. For noble hearts, it’s elevating the lifestyle of that poor little fella up there.

Even if you’ve fulfilled your religious responsibility, please think about these people who have seen the worst form of life. It hits hard! Every day, I see people coming on air, pleading for help. They need money for medical problems, to get their daughters married, to build a house, to earn a loaf of bread and what not! Don’t you think that there must be times when they get to enjoy healthy safe food like us? At least in the month of Ramadan?

A little compromise can buy us good will. Please do something for them, as much as you can. And so I’ve decided that I, myself would reserve some share from my pocket money every month. I want their smile back!

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Ramadan trial day 2 – Heat reminds me, I am blessed.

20 Jun

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Who didn’t came across the colloquial headline of the week? Karachi breaks it’s former 10 years record by letting the sun boil our land up to 45 Celsius. That’s too much, Eucharistic-ally as we say. We have ran out of options. We can’t keep ourselves hydrated through out the day, can’t stick by the Air conditioners all day long, Can’t even ask for electricity 24 hours round the clock (That’s way too much to ask for) ! Complaints never cease, but I paused and questioned my self, Is it really the peak of distress?

As I strolled down the shy lane by my apartment, I lifted up my gaze to catch a glimpse of the wrinkled Gola Ganda wala, who preserved hope in his eyes as he witnessed little kids craving for what he carried in the cart. The fierce Sun, equivocally distributed it’s scorch and warmth over him, but he continued smiling, guarding his hope. Will he have air conditioner at his residence? I thought. And gradually let my self, gaze the ground, because I knew that he barely might have a standard fan to fight swelter.

Where am I standing? Where are we standing? It’s much more than being thankful to God, it’s about adjusting the word ‘ADJUST’ in our lives. Adjust to the everyday deductions in our luxuries, may be demotions, changes which may not be the best for us, but they occur anyway. Quit trying to control things which aren’t meant to be controlled. It gets so much easier!

So, this is to the Summer Solis-tics and the temperature out there. I might burn my color and strength under you, but perseverance lasts. After all, I want to be stronger than many out there!

God Bless.

Ramadan trail day one (2015) – Crowning our martyrs

20 Jun

It is an intrusive thing, the cessation of a loved one. We all know that we reside here for a limited time and one day, we might end up in a Cemetery, underneath the calculated depth of the ground, covered in a white sheet. Yet it hits us as a surprise when it comes to someone we know. It’s like climbing up the stairs in the dark and thinking there is one more stair, but there isn’t. We cripple, fall down, and then there is a moment when you try and readjust the way we thought of things.

But sometimes, it’s more than a moment that you require. Specially when you’ve lost your school going kid, who fell victim to the worst form of terrorism, it may take a lifetime. It’s about 16 December, APS Peshawar attack. We can condole them, send in a million messages of hope and solidarity, but that void stays there. The only thing that gives there family strength is the promise that divine has given, that they’re alive and are in the most pacifistic of place. But when these families see us weeping and rising for the call of justice for their lost kids, they envision there Shaheeds being crowned for awakening a nation who has been deaf to plenty of attacks and losses.

I will take the revenge, I will fight with my pen, I will fight with my spirit never to bow down in front of terrorism. – It’s not the army, it’s Pakistani common man rising.above his deluge that he isn’t in the state of war and he isn’t meant to battle. He is on the battlefield now, geared up to fight for his kids. Terrorism HAS to leave Pakistan.

On the first day of Ramadan, I learned never to forget our martyrs when we count our Heros! May God Bless them all. Ameen

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