My 117th Post: Random Words

It has been around two months since I came out with my last post....somehow I am unable to write....when I write, I just lose the sight of my path and then there I am, with my words hanging without an edge and I keep on removing that post from my published list....I really don't know why but somehow I believe that I can't write any more....it is like I have a major block in my head which is making me post nothing though there are so many things to write upon here....I have many topics waiting for my mind to put out in words but when I start writing, I end up watching some video or playing those stupid facebook games....it is just like I have a torch while walking down the path in a darkness filled valley but what I miss are the batteries for my torch...somehow the writing spree is hung up as that light from that valley....
I really do want to write but I don't know why I keep resisting....I do believe that I am not a bad writer but well I guess there is this voice in my back head which keeps telling me that you really don't have much readers and it simply means that my writing is way worse than many....that voice has conquered my will I suppose....somehow I have lost the battle with that voice but I want to prove it wrong and want to win this war...so what if it won the battle, the war is still for me to win...

Writing all this has really brought me up....well literally speaking then I did change my posture from lying down to sitting up but well I think this is working....there is this light I can see at the moment which is trying to tell me to find the path....it is telling me that I haven't diverted much...the path is still there and the light is vibrating...o sorry, that was my cell phone so I guess no light at all....
I really think I should write again....I really do love writing and I was an idiot for ignoring this beauty...now writing all this I really think I have missed my hands upon this keyboard and making sounds like tic tic tic....and the pain from typing is really amazing....I don't know if you guys are really reading this still and if reading, you guys are not having an image of a lunatic blogger but I will write....I guess my block ends with this post and from tomorrow onwards insha-Allah, I will blog properly once more....
Best of luck to me guys and please keep on motivating me with your comments and your views...thank you...

My 90th Post: Hell

It is really tough when someone imagines the life in hell....how would it be and what punishments one would bare there....few hours ago, I was thinking about the same thing...only the difference here was that I was having a nightmare about hell....
Life was ending and people were falling down the cracks in the earth....no one was able to run from it unless they chanted the name of Allah and were reciting a kalma and something else which I don't remember....there was some light blue circle around the ones who were reciting those verses and the devil was scared from them and when ever he attempted to capture them, he was burnt by that light....there were people but not exactly people who were commanding everyone  to remember their Lord and ask for His forgiveness so that they may be blessed with heaven.....
People were crying and all I could see was that the ones who weren't amongst the worshippers of Allah, were thrown mercilessly in the pit from where blazing fire could be seen....the devil smiled upon their idiocy and was pleased with their descend......the sky was falling and it was dark, just enough to allow people to view the torments upon the ones who still were denying His power.....
My dream became odd....I don't really remember who, but there was someone whom I was trying to save and due to that someone, I wasn't able to recite in time.....I saved that someone and started to recite but the devil saw me and said that it was a mighty deed of me to save that someone but he had to take someone instead, so took me....I was reciting but couldn't complete that blue circle and angels were trying to help me by motivating to completely recite but I was unable to do that and I fell in the pit of fire....
It was a scary fall and I would be sweating in my sleep if someone saw me then....when I reached the bottom, things went way too odd....there were many punishments there and the least painful I recall was the one having a conveyor belt upon which there was meat rolling around....people were thrown upon that and underneath their feet was something burning, hotter than the lava....people were getting roasted and chopped and at the end, they came to same state again and the process carried on....punishments carried on in turns and after one punishment, another awaited.....
The whole experience was just too horrid so am not gonna write about other things as some of my readers won't be suitable to that information but what so ever, everything was worst than it sounds while someone is reading this....
After the series of punishments, I realised that there was a way out....the devil was just someone who was doing his duties and didn't have grudge against the people....except enjoying what he was doing, he really didn't care much about the happenings and there was still a chance for me to get free....I somehow had a feeling in my heart that it was just a part of a test, it wasn't a real set of punishment...all I had to do is believe in Allah even when I was down there....I just had to believe that no matter what if I just trust Him, then the torments won't affect me and that did happen...the devil became lenient towards me and after a while, there came a door for me to follow....my dream ended here and I woke up thinking what that meant...
I thought to share this with you guys as well...maybe this is what it meant when I tried helping others and except that, I am trying to realise what really was there and what I am being told to do.....
Do share....

My 69th Post: Discovering The Truth

Ever seen those Star Plus dramas? If you have then you exactly know how it feels when we get to know the truth about something...yeah it would have been much cooler if we had those idiotic sound effects and those death defining camera views in our real life but still the feeling they show is somewhere near what we really feel....
In most of the cases the truth is ugly because we just can't digest it....it is a dish which is best served as a starter not as a desert...but still, people leave it aside for the end.....truth, is a heavy word....honestly speaking, I can't digest it as well but still I work my way into it because there is no other option besides it...it is much easier to accept the fact which is laid as soon as possible because no matter how much time we take, it would remain the same till the end....

For me, it is a really depressing moment and I get way too much gloomy and fall off the track...it is just because I believe in the beginning that what ever I am told is the only face of the tale....the stories, the dialogues everything seems to be real and there, the brain, creates up a world or better to call it a house in which that person resides....the house made from what I get told and it seems beautiful if the material pleases my nature....but the time when it all is stamped as a lie, it feels as if the house got on fire and the only way to save it is by getting it burnt or just believe that there was no fire....
It is really tough to know the truth and do nothing about it....yes, realizing the fact that everything was a lie is something but still realizing something and acting upon it are both two different things....at times, we get so much indulged in the liar and the lie that we put an intentional veil upon it so that we don't get to see the ugly face of it....we bury the truth deep down our heart and sink it like that Black Beard's treasure chest....no matter how hard others would try to thrash that lie, we would still believe that one person....yet, at times we act differently...rather than this soft and kind nature, we show a bit more rude and aggressive one....that is the case in which we would burn the house our self....the moment truth arrives at the door steps, everything is destroyed and no chance of survival remains.....
In my views, non of them is a suitable way to face a lie....the second one is better because at least the person is accepting the facts and trying to live in reality but still that also hurts because once a person gets attached to someone's lie, it is really tough to move away without getting hurt....the best way is to let the house burn by itself....instead of thumping away, it is better to watch it till the ashes remain....as it is said that with time bruises heal, or something like that, a lie would die the same way...instead of changing the life, just try to change that person without taking any hasty decisions....this will hurt less because once you are away from that someone, it would only pinch because of that spoken lie....
Just smile and try to live life to its peak and enjoy..Tc, comment and do share.....