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Calm waters.

6 Jun

Charmed by the dishonest shore, I want to stroll in style, bare foot alongside the blueness.. I want my eyes to shrink the calmest show and treasure it with so much of energy that it can battle the wildness of anything that I might come across. Without warnings, of course.

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I want my hair to waltz with the breeze, and my scarf to sway with whiff. I want the arctic water to kiss my feet and leave behind a souvenir, a sea shell that can bring me music. I want to see the finest sunset, and witness the fusion of one shade of orange into an enemy shade of purple. I want to be an eye witness to the most extra ordinary marvels of lord, in the most ordinary of situations.

Nature is sublime. But we humans are the most alluring and the most magnificent creations of Allah. We’re crowned. Then why are we so deprived of the tranquility within?

We have pigments underneath our skin, and graphs of tones and pitches grading voices. We’re born and categorized. Rich, middle class, poor. Black, white, brown. Muslim, Christian, protestant. There is so much to figure out in this non stagnant world, where do I seek calmness and peace?

I am born a human, I am going to die as a human.

Simple and logical. Keep me away from all the chaos and crowd. I am better off as a ‘Human’ and that’s what I want to be good at, this Ramadan.

Ramadan kareem. Cheers.

 

 

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!

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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Ramadan trial day 29

29 Jul

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The last post of this trial project. Feels like I am detaching from an endeared bond. Looking back and reading my prior posts again and again, reminding my self that I’ve given myself an enriched preserved present.

Today, It’s my past that conquered every tiny second of the day. It’s been years since my grand father passed away and it was this day when his soul departed to the eternal world.  Leaving behind grains of memories. Moments that happened and didn’t happened completely.

As blur as it might be, He’d still be an epitome of the king of the house for me. The staunchness in his voice, the adamancy of his decisions, the respect of his words, Who else but a grand father gets all that. Today, years after he has left us, we remember him and his set traditions altogether, one weak thread that ties us. It’s not a mournful rustling, nor an internal rumour, but a treasured memoir that we open up, witness and feel with pleasure.

It’s hard to connect, I know. But this post, the last post of this trial project is reserved completely for me. But there is one last point I’d like to make to conclude this post as well as this project, Don’t let go of your heritage if the keepers leave by. If your elders made sure that the family meets up on every sunday, make sure you do even when they’re not around. If they guided you to do charity every month, make calls on birthdays and events, congratulate each other on success and boost up morals on failures, Do that no matter what! Because if you’d be lucky enough to live longer and be grand parents your self, you’d love your family be that way too!

So, on the 29th of Ramadan, I wave my good bye to those versatile 28 days of this sacred month, it’s spirits and lights. It’s been different for me this year. Lost a lot many things, gained a lot to equalize too. Got to know myself better and others to a larger extent. Would like to be grateful to the divine for the determination I seeked and followed till the last sentence of this post. And every one who encouraged me every day to keep going!

Prayers for Gaza, Iraq, Syria and humanity!

Happy Eid everyone.

Thank you 🙂

 

Ramadan trial day 28

29 Jul

Regrets

 

As tardy as I might be in putting up the last few posts of this trial project, I would miss writing for myself and this holy month as it swept my conscience deeply. You know, we’re always aware of our intentions and thoughts, but since our ears don’t get to hear much of ourselves, we miss out on the tone of our lives.

Ramadan came to an end, this time, it flew by!  Now our Qurans would be covered with veils, our mosques would seek for muslims, our houses would crave for iftar specific cuisines, out televisions would miss the transmission programs and several other shifts I am missing out on. It’s merely one month, one month whereby we wash and wipe out our regrets and sins just to re-enter the world with the same old adamant faith that we won’t deviate from the right track this time, this time it’s going to be different! But humans by creation are flawful you know. No one breaks promises as carelessly as we do.

But I’d still say, no regrets. As long as I kept the old tradition of  lightening up my house with cherished Islamic values alive, I won’t regret anything. I might have let go of this month as a much laureate festival that comes and passes by every year, but if I didn’t skipped on charity, compassion and knowledge, there is nothing to be regretful about. You know, my pioneers have always taught me one thing, You always raise your hands or bow down in front of Allah to ask for determination and strength to do better next time, because nothing like best exists unless Allah wants you to reach those highs. Best is reserved for Allah.

So on the 28th of Ramadan, I lifted up my hands to ask  for more enlightenment and guidance, because next year, If I stay alive, I’d like to do more justice with the spirit of this month!

Peace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ramadan trial day 27

27 Jul

Say it aloud, Pakistan Zindabad!

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I won’t mind if my birthday isn’t celebrated, but days like 27th of Ramadan and 14th of August shall never lose it’s vibrancy. For people who point fingers so as to why do we celebrate the independence of a land which has unleashed new doors of corruption and turmoil? talk to the very few aged legend survivors who participated in the freedom movement. My father told me about an article in Hindustan times about a Muslim chef who didn’t cook up to the mark food for Indian officials staying in a hotel or circuit house and they displayed utmost disrespect by shoving a piece of bread in his mouth, thereby breaking his fast. This is just one story out of plenty to count, may it be beating up a student in university, mass massacre in Gujrat and what not, All of it just drags my forehead to the grain in ground and with gratefulness I say, Alhamdullillah for Pakistan.

As a Pakistani, I take full responsibility of a corrupt society that is falling deep in darkness day by day, I won’t deny the incompetence of our democratic system and won’t ask the world to have faith on us because we’ve lost it a million times before. But I myself would always be proud of a prosperous dream that is striving to survive in my eyes, that bleak margin of improvement and justice that is still there in the hearts of mute, Our charity, our freedom, our speech, our language, our identity, and above all, our true spirit that one day, we’d be successful in erasing the stain of terrorism and corruption from our flag. Clean and high it would fly, and there I would be, saluting the journey of a nation that survived decades of evils. That day, If I’d be alive, I’ll celebrate like a re-birthing soul, I’ll hug my flag like a child who found his lost mother, I’ll breathe with pride again!

No justifications for any misdeeds here. Yes we have committed crimes and mistakes, and I can’t say about others but I have a realization inside me that all of it needs to stop, and for that I am trying my level best to acquire the most meaningful of education to educate a society. That’s the least and the most that I can do.

Pakistan Zindabad, keep the green flag in your prayers.

PS – Pray for Gaza.

 

 

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