Thursday, July 26, 2012

HE is sufficient !

hmm....most people may never know…because I can make a brave face when I need to.

But I think (as you don’t know me personally and I am on safe ground to tell you) that deep inside…I am so be honest...I am a coward.

I’m not afraid of dark nights…or big storms (though I have not seen big storms in our dear Karachi).

I’m not afraid of being home alone or even of poverty.

I am not afraid to stand my ground when I need to..hmm.....

Sure…I have a couple irrational and silly fears — like being on a roof peak of a 20 story building and watching down or walking on a long thin rope tied between two tall poles or driving in a strange big city traffic and talking to strangers or swimming with sharks..

But I’m not talking about those...I’m talking about the fears inside that few understand...hmm....

The ones that often keep me back…that make me stumble and fumble and make me long for straight feet and a stronger heart.

I am not afraid of the journey....the hardships or the conflicts so much...hmm...but yes...

I am afraid of failure...
disappointment and...

It was subconsciously much easier not to try than to have to say that I couldn’t make it.

I am afraid of the unknowns....
of the things that I couldn’t plan for...
for my loved ones to die suddenly not saying goodbye.....
I am afraid of each new day...

I start my day with stumbling fearful heart....because the journey that God had chosen for my life sometimes feels a lot like the mystery/suspense novel. The journey provided without a map or a plan.

There were deserts that seemed to lead far away from the life I thought I was called to and there are journeys by the sea of loneliness.

There are altars on which to sacrifice my stubborn pride and my let Him change the plan without any prior notice to me....

But now...with time…I have started getting the faith on HIM and I am not afraid as I used to be,

I think I’ll be battling my fears every step of this journey even now. With each new step of the is about choosing to let go of fear....and to trust that His way is perfect.

His delight is in taking our weaknesses and turning it into strength..hmm....

Only at the start of everyday I just have to remind myself that….HE is sufficient for me.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Ramazan A Mandatory Practice For Self Desciplining

During the fasting month, the Holy Qur'an [complete code of life] is regularly recited in prayers but especially in traweeh prayers which are sunnah prayers. The irony is  - some people tend to ignore the fardh prayers, yet opt for  listening to the Qur'an in traweeh which needs be looked at. Some only observe fasting and stay away from slaats altogether which is even worse.

Fasting from dawn to dusk is for a purpose which is to please our Creator, however,  the practice includes the package in entirety - including duties, liabilities and rights (Haqooq Allah and haqooq ul ibaad).  

Sadly, many of us remain ignorant throughout our lifetime till our departure from the worldly life without even understanding Allah's message in clarity.
It's compulsory for all Muslims to listen to recitation with sincerity and devotion.

Lucky are those who are conversant with Arabic Language (written and spoken). They are getting Lord's message clearly, whereas other Muslims have to learn the language or understand the message through translated versions, provided they are sincere enough to listen to Allah's commandments with their heart and soul.

Reciting the Holy Qur’an and offering daily mandatory five prayers is not enough - unless we stay away from bad deeds and do only good deeds in the eyes of our Lord SWT.
There is no room for hypocrites in Islam which means [baghal mai churee moonh mai ram ram]. Worshipping and dishonesty can’t go hand in hand.

No double standards are permissible:
The best way to respond to Allah's commands is first to follow practices [Sunnah] of Prophet Muhammad Salllaaho Alaihey Wasallam as Prophet Muhammad’s (PBUH) practical life is the best guide for us all to follow teachings of the Divine message outlined poetically in the noble Qur’an.
Since, the Qur’an is FINAL Divinely Guidance for the “entire Humankind” and not just for the Muslims; therefore, “Non Practical Muslims” and “Non Muslims” must take advantage of it before the soul leaves the body.


Sunday, July 15, 2012

Husband says... I was at the hairdresser the other day - and in came 2 very well-dressed young ladies - both probably in their late 20s or early 30s.

The volume in which they carried their conversation meant that half of the boutique could hear them.

So...hmm....nope....I was not eavesdropping.

I was part of the conversation - the silent listener.

From the moment they sat down, both women started yakking and it was all about what their husband thought of them..

' my husband says that he likes me better with long hair and a bit of fringe'
' my husband thinks that I look better with this Dior watch than the Channel'
'my husband thinks that LV is too crude'
'my husband thinks that I should wear more green...'
'my husband prefers it if I wear gloves when driving'
'my husband likes to eat cabbage'....
'my husband says I look cool driving (I couldn't remember the car name)'... etc etc

Aside from clearly showing off their knowledge of luxury brands and trying to stay on top of each other in relation to 'how much the husband cares'....hmm....

I wonder if these 2 ladies had any opinions of their own?

I have encountered many such conversations amongst women - demonstrating no opinion of their own....demonstrating no confidence in how they their own decision-making.

Every conversation is about what their husbands think or do or say....

It's a very competitive world out there as we work to 'outdo' each other -
our cars - Benz, BMW, Rover or Lexus? -
our houses - which location? how many rooms? how big? -
our kids - who goes to which school? -
our husband - how much do they love us by the material goods they provide us and how happy we are when we don't really need to think for ourselves because the husband makes all the decisions.

It all seemed like a big show.

A show to the world that 'I am happily married...
I am wanted....
I am loved...
I have a great child....
I have a fantastic husband'....
look - all my friends say that 'I am happy and the luckiest person on earth!' is done.

Time to go - can't join in the conversation anymore.

My wallet says..... need to continue to work harder before the next hairdresser appointment!

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Women Writer

One of my good and true friends suggests me recently that I should start writing…hmm...

I mean start writing a novel…start doing something big.

I don’t mind…but what about when I read few of the writer’s suicidal it became a bit cloudy to me that why one write when even writing does not give us the reason for life?

George Orwell thinks that people write for three reasons,

1) Sheer Egoism: Desire to seem clever, to be talked about, to be remembered after death, to get your own back on the grown-ups who snubbed you in childhood, etc., etc.

2) Aesthetic enthusiasm: Perception of beauty in the external world, or, on the other hand, in words and their right arrangement.

3) Political purpose: Using the word ‘political’ in the widest possible sense. Desire to push the world in a certain direction, to alter other peoples’ idea of the kind of society that they should strive after. Once again, no book is genuinely free from political bias. The opinion that art should have nothing to do with politics is itself a political attitude.

But we should not forget that George Orwell was a man…yes…and it is very easy for men to start writing under the influence of any of the above reasons.

What about the women writer?

Most of the famous women writers revealed their gender once their fiction get the world’s attention and people showed the interest to know the real writer.

 It seems that women writers also have the same reasons in mind when they started their fiction but they knew that if they come up with their own name…people will give their views less attention or may be not even consider them worth reading or following.

I will talk about Jane Eyre here….which have a definite and a clear attack on the Western Society of early 19th Century. I still feel the thrill in my bones that what would have happened to dear Charlotte Bronte if she had not published the book with the pen name Currer Bell?

What my point is that women writer too have the tendency to captivate…change and have a definite political sense when they put their pen into writing but people still don’t have the patience…courage and forbearance to accept the dictation from a woman.

So when I read the Virginia Woolf statement that, “A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction”.

I said to myself…hmm…its not only the money and room I need…I need the readers who can forbear me because if I write…I will write so wrong about men….hmmm….

Just kidding...hmm....

Friday, July 6, 2012

Posted on 25 July
Special Duas for each of three ASHRAHS of Ramzan sharif


America Welcomes President Ayub Khan of Pakistan 1961.
In July 1961, President Mohammad Ayub Khan of Pakistan, accompanied by his daughter Begum Nasir Akhtar Aurangzeb, paid a state visit to the United States.
"This film was digitized as part of the Texas Archive of the Moving Image's mission to provide digital access to Texas-related films.
We really appreciate them for letting use this link and making this video public.
This video will show the events of President Ayub's trip.
Highlights include a state dinner at Mt. Vernon, a visit to the Islamic Center of Washington, and a ticker tape parade in New York City.
President Ayub's visit also included a trip to San Antonio where he toured and laid a wreath at The Alamo, followed by a barbecue at Vice President Johnson's ranch in Stonewall, T

America Welcomes President Ayub Khan of Pakistan 1961.


Thursday, July 5, 2012

Super Power

“What IS your superpower?”

The man’s eyes smiled through the wafting steam of his coffee cup as he took a sip.

“I can teleport.” He said grabbing my hand…

“Look into my eyes…he said….”and concentrate”….

…and we disappeared…

Suddenly we were standing on a beach.

“Awesome! Can I try?” I asked excitedly.

 “Sure. Grab my hand. Sometimes it helps to say it at first.” He smiled offering his right hand to me…hmm…...

“New York City!” I yelled. …and we disappeared…

Suddenly we were standing on busy street.

A cab screamed by…horn blaring.

The cab man yelled, “Watch it buddy!”

“Go to hell!” I yelled back.

…and we disappeared…

I found myself…middle of no where …without him.


Sunday, July 1, 2012

Selection, Dream and a Speech

My Selection: 

Sorry guys..hmm...since I discovered Paul Lawrence Dunbar...I am in love with his poetry…for instance…one of his finest work…

It is of only two stanzas and in first he will take away all your hopes from life…will let you down but soon after the first stanza he used the same material and alleviated your spirits so much that you will simply love this poem.

Have a look:

A CRUST of bread and a corner to sleep in, 
A minute to smile and an hour to weep in, 
A pint of joy to a peck of trouble, 
And never a laugh but the moans come double; 
And that is life! 
A crust and a corner that love makes precious, 
With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us; 
And joy seems sweeter when cares come after, 
And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter; 
And that is life! 

My Dream: 

And here is a share from my dreams to you all… 

"Beloved Husband: 

You were the girl of my dreams. 
Every time I went to sleep, 
I dream of you. 

I rescued you from all kinds of dangerous predicaments. 

Then when I woke up, you were gone. 

"I've got to find her," I said. 

So…I looked…Everywhere. 

I spent all I had on detectives to search the world for you. 

So finally I found you…I am so happy. 


hmm....let me have a knife please to kill you instantly. 

Beloved Husband astonishingly: 


I groaned: 



“You're the man from all my nightmares. 

Whenever you appear, bad always happens to me." 

And I stabbed him again…in my dreams….hmm…. 

My Speech: 

At the end…I want to thank you all for being there..hmm...when I was in need and you have waited on me…regardless my nonsense talk for several months you endure me and even when I asked you for help you all helped me by writing on the THINKING which shows how generous and kind you all are… 

hmm…Thank you all…readers…writers…silent/new visitors…and everyone who has coincidentally toppled here…so the day has been saved...thanks to you all. 

Please take care of yourself and stay safe. My prayers are with you all…always.

hmm...And that's all folks !