My 130th Post: Bath Of Sand

Yay dunya fani hai

Daulat to ani jani hai

Is dunya say dil mat lagao

Ik din mout galay lagani hai

In the above poetry, I speak of the limited time we have in this life which we think is going to last forever....this world is going to end one day and nothing is going to be left behind....all the treasures we hunt and all the wealth which we have stored under our pillows is going vanish one day as if nothing ever existed before...there is no use of loving this life because we are going to die one day and that day, we would have command over nothing at all....our bodies are going lie in the ground, baring the burden of sand covering us from head to toe....only a single piece of cloth would shield us from that sand but that still would be of no use because after death, there would be nothing to do just to wait for the time when we get answer for our deeds...
If you see around yourself, all you will find is man running after worldly possessions whether money or love just something which is never going to exist forever...such fools we are...when there is some power which we know and believe is going to remain forever...He was there before us and would remain after us....but still we run away from Him and try to grab what He made for our happiness....yes, we should try to earn what surrounds us but that does not mean that we run after them like a person on a quest of water in a desert....why don't we truly love the One who is always going to be there...why not to earn His respect and His love rather than trying to rise in the eyes of the creation....pleasing the creation might be a nice way to please the Creator but if the Creator Himself is calling upon us and is there if we reach for Him then why to waste time....I am a sinner myself....I know I am going to die one day and I know that I am not going to take anything with me when I die and I am well aware of the fact that when I die, people will mourn after me but they will move on with the passing days...yes, my parents will always miss me, my siblings will always think of me and my friends would always will to be in my company but they will move on....life won't end with me....I am just a piece of grain which contributes a little to the entire beach....I am nothing and would change nothing with my death....time will pass as it always does....this is just not a writer's made up imagination or just words of thought but I have experienced this....I have lost someone recently and she is not here in our lives but still, we are living....we do cry from time to time but we have picked up upon our routine....
Before the time arrives when am bathed in the sand and have nothing to care about, I want to do some rights...I don't want to die as a sinner and I really will to please my Lord so that I may end in a peaceful place, not in the tormenting hell...we all should do good because money may buy even love these days but it won't buy a place in heaven....getting rich is good but a person should always remember that graves of rich and poor are the same only the difference would be in their greed and their deeds....think of this world as a station which we are going to leave when the train arrives and till then, we should be nice with the strangers waiting along side us....we shouldn't live as selfish souls, instead our motive should be to help and heal the wounds which we think are in our power to cover...I hope we all do good and each time we think about something bad, we should remember our death staring at us from a corner we are unaware of...

Mout to ani hai
Yay dunya fani hai
Meri zindagi ki har baat
Ek mamuli si kahani hai

My 125th Post: And Then There Were Four

There is a rule of this world, we come alone and we die alone...doesn't matter how many friends we make or relations we succeed, we leave them behind without giving them any right to our time of death...they hang around to see one's body getting laid deep down the ground and shed tears but that doesn't affects the one descended to a place from where there is no return....losing someone is not that easy as one thinks it might be....no matter how much you fight or hate someone, after that someone dies, the world crashes...maybe for a while but still the life gets sucked out of your body....no matter how strong one might be, it is not always easy to hold back....
 When we grow up, we find people in our life in different relations...some act as our parents, some as our siblings and others as friends or foes.....we just get attached to them with time....their little things matter to us and become a part of our daily routines....they become just like a computer program which is incomplete without certain steps....without these people, life seems to hit a pause and nothing seems right.....everything messes up and the mind gets trapped in a maze with walls surrounding each exit.....
I have been trying to write this post from the first day but didn't have the strength to type....honestly speaking, I still don't think am strong enough to pour my heart out in front of you all....usually my posts are my thoughts about things happening around us but this post is purely filled up with my feelings....I just want to write and I think it is fair for my sister that I publish this article online....though she didn't read my work, she always appreciated my efforts and boosted me to write and always had a hope served in a tray for me so that I don't feel as if losing once ends each and every efforts....
On the morning of 2nd April 2014, we the family of five lost one member and now are left with the number four....I lost my sister on that morning....she crashed in the hospital....to be honest with you all, am a different kind of a guy....I really don't understand the type of love I have for people and I really don't know whether I loved her or not and I can't evaluate that....I know that I wanted always to be there for her, I know I wanted to secure her future the best way I could and I know that though we fought always, I never could watch her getting her dose of injections....I don't know whether that is love or not but I do know that she was a part of my life and she would always be there in my heart....I know that her death has shaken me up and turned my insides upside down....I know I miss her fights and her stuff....if that is love then maybe I did love her...maybe that is why I can't stand near her grave without a tear in my eye and maybe that is why I can't talk about her with people and maybe that is why I just can't keep my eyes dry while writing this down....I am strong masha-Allah but still am a human....
There is a lot to share but I don't think I would be able to do that right now so maybe in time I might write something else but I don't think I would post it here....but before ending I would just share, she fought with me on the day of her death and that proved that she recognized me where as she wasn't recognizing anyone else....
Do pray for her soul to be accepted in Jannat and may Allah save her from the torments of Hell....do keep her in your prayers.....

My 116th Post: Friday The 13th

I know, I am late for this post but I was just waiting for the day to end....then when I started writing this post, I gave a second thought and again delayed it just to make sure that Friday the 13th definitely crossed the entire world....it is the morning of 15th here in my country and I guess the effects of 13th are clearly washed out by now....
How my day went? There was nothing new to it....it was as it was supposed to be or in fact it was better than the rest....I enjoyed my day and was able to stamp my unfinished works....I received nice treats and it was a lovely day as I hung out with friends, received some random smiles and slept peacefully....so I guess it didn't affect me at all....in my case, there was nothing like Friday the 13th....well to be honest, I was born on Friday the 13th of December...so if to view it in that sense then maybe, just maybe, it didn't had its effects upon me because my birth date counter acted against it....in simple words, I descended upon that date so maybe it didn't have effects upon me because I am somehow a part of that ritual....well this is just a hypothesis....
There isn't any clear record of this day...it is believed that Friday is an unlucky day and 13th is an unlucky number.....when both of these combine, the day is going to be disastrous......people avoid moving around upon Friday the 13th...they believe that it is going to ruin their work and as a result of superstition, they take as much precautions as possible....it is also believed that upon Friday the 13th, evil spirits and souls rise from Hell and roam freely among us....they try their level best to blacken our luck....
We people just have a habit to believe each and everything we listen to....instead of checking out the facts, we just follow the gossip....Friday the 13th is also something like that...it is just a foolish superstition which people follow....things like these are playing with our minds....people avoid travelling, making business deals or anything which they think might ruin their fortunes....like for number 13, there are majority of buildings in this world which do not have a 13th floor and if it does then people avoid living on it....there is also a thing which states that whenever there are 13 people sitting on a table, one would definitely die....there are numerous stories which follow such a stupid superstition....
We are weak and it is really easy to mould our minds....there is nothing like superstitions.....days like Friday the 13th make no difference...if one was to loose something, he/she might loose it even when it is 12 (the luckiest date) of that month....making an appointment on Friday the 13th won't contribute in the workings of your deal....so I believe that there is nothing like believing that Friday the 13th is an unlucky day...well at least I won't believe that because I was born on that day and Allah has bestowed me with many things so I feel I am lucky....if it really was that unlucky, then life wouldn't be the way I am living it...so forget these stupid superstitions and live freely because there are other important things to worry about rather than this.....

My 113th Post: Religious Us

The day I took my first breath of air, I didn't know who I was or what my identity was going to be....like others, I just opened my eyes and closed them again to be cuddled in the arms of my loved ones....I didn't know what my motive was when I came into existence....I only knew that I have been sent to some people as their son, nothing else....when I grew, things revealed and I was given a certain identity to carry myself in this world...with a name and a family background, I was also enrolled in a titled category which by default is done for each and every child who steps in this world....I was categorised according to the religion of my parents and placed under the title of Islam....
What is Islam? What kind of a religion is it? Things like that were unknown to my knowledge and what was known is that it is a religion which my parents follow and I have to obey them and follow what they tell me to...with age, the knowledge increased and I came to know the difference between good and bad and the selection of a righteous path....this day, there are so many things that I know are wrong in this society and I know that they would lead me to the fire of Hell....I know I should avoid them and try to become a better Muslim but instead of doing that, I am just fooling around and dragging my mind towards the beastly activities....
I am not the judge of the ones who are reading my posts but I can say that most of the people are just namely religious....they might be following some rules and regulations but would be avoiding a lot of them....in Islam, the first thing we are taught are the rules which would keep us away from Hell....those rules are simple and easily followed....I believe in each and every rule taught to us but the last one which says to believe in the day of judgement, I am doing a mistake in that....I believe from the depth of my heart that I would be commanded to raise once more to be judged according to my deeds in this worldly life....but, the thing which is killing me is that I do believe but I ain't correcting my deeds....there are many mistakes in my character which might get me punished and the irony is that I am not avoiding them....surely I do try but my will is weak which means I am not really trying hard.....
There should be a fear in our hearts stronger than the one we have when we have to face our parents....It is the God we are talking about here...He is the one who created each and everything, even the ones we fear....if we are afraid of the creation, why don't we have the sense of being afraid of the Creator? the creation might hurt us physically but for a limited time...the Creator can punish us for eternity if He wills to do so....His torments would be much terrible than the ones we can imagine.....but still, we are ignoring that fact and moving in life the way we want to....we are avoiding simple things which He taught us to be good and are lusting over things which He has restrained us from.....
Most of us are following Him just compared to the drop of rain against the water from all the oceans....just ask your heart where do you stand and if you are far away from the gates of Heaven, try to perfect yourself and pray to Him to guide you and the others to the right path....strengthen your believes and make the aim of reaching Heaven your first priority....
May Allah bless us all and please do pray for each and everyone, including this writer.....

My 110th Post: Suicide

A person lives once and unfortunately dies once....once you are dead, you can't return to this world and relive what you thought was useless.....every year around 800000 to a million people die due to committing suicide....these are the ones who have no respect for their lives and I personally believe that they are the weakest form of mankind.....they don't have the will to stand up against the world and try to change things....well, it is not entirely their fault because they never had the trust in God....they are amongst those who never understood His dealings and His justice.....
A rope tied around the neck or a jump from a cliff, are explained as difficult tasks....it is said that to commit suicide, one needs to have guts....it ain't an easy task to achieve....well I accept this statement because taking someone else's life is not that hard compared to killing oneself.....but still, there is strength in the will and the firmness upon the point of giving up....so in the end, no matter how rough and tough a suicider might seem to the entire world, he/she still is a looser....someone who couldn't achieve something and in return took his/her life just to prove that what he/she was after meant a lot to him/her.....maybe the point is clearly defined by the act of a suicide but in the end, that someone stays a looser because there is a loss of life and also would lose the reason that someone died for.....
I agree that at times things become difficult for a person to handle....life becomes tough and the tragedies bomb the entire mind but I believe that ain't a reason of giving up.....I am not talking about foolish reasons like dying for a guy or a girl because that in my understanding is just out of question...that someone is just a selfish soul who never deserved the love from his/her family.....just for a love of few days, months or perhaps years, people attempt suicide and the ones who are successful, leave behind the ones who loved and cherished them their entire life.....I believe that their families, no matter how ignoring, deserved better.....here am talking about people who go through tragedies like losing their families in a battle which was never their's or being robbed out of dignity or physical respect....these people are really hurt....the mind starts playing games and with time they start accepting the fact that there isn't any space for them in this society....death seems more attractive to them and they happily depart from this cruel world.....
If only those people had their believe in God, they might have stayed back and might have remained within our society...I know that it is easy for a person to write about others and tough to be the one who experiences things like that but still I wish there was a way out.....this society plays an equal part in those suicides....if our society wasn't this cruel, their hopes might have lived and they might have fought for their rights....but our society likes to rub in and scratch the fresh wounds until the victim falls upon his/her knees....instead of supporting someone, our society starts ignoring and keeps nagging until it is successful at washing the prints of that someone from the corner of this world.....
Let me ask you that what was the mistake of an innocent girl who was rapped on her way to school or the mistake of the guy who was honest with his job but due to political games, was imprisoned upon the charge of corruption...what did they do to the society or anyone to get this as a reward? they were clean but they suffered....they became weak and found death as their loyal companion because life was mocking them where ever they went....they committed suicide and left this world just to run away from this hell....they were wrong but the society wasn't right as well....they required justice but were treated as bugs in this society....
I wish to help those depressed souls and want to make them happy....before ruling out someone, try to see what went behind the scenes and help reducing the number of suicides...life is a beautiful gift bestowed upon us and we should cherish it rather than just running to quite it.....

My 105th Post: My Lover's Killer

I killed her, I just killed her....No, I didn't but yes, I killed her! I didn't want her to die but, I killed her...she was all I had and I don't know her but I love her...I am all she has and I know she would have loved me too but no, that can't be possible...am just a monster and I just killed her....I wish, I just wish that her thoughts would have changed after all we went through but no, I killed her....that night could have been different...I could have asked her out like any other guy does when he likes a girl but we slipped....I slipped...
It was raining heavily and as always, me and the gang were out at Joe's for the night.....beers were coming and going and the night wasn't dying....we were just about to leave as a blond entered the bar....she was in her early 20's.....sleek body with curly hair tied back in a puff, all soaked up.....she was a beautiful girl....at first I thought it was the alcohol talking but when she came near the bar to ask for the phone, I could see her face clearly in the yellow light of the bar...she was beautiful and somehow, I just wanted to hold her in my arms and tell her that am going to be hers for ever....but well, she went to the back of the bar to make a call and I headed out through the front door....
I thought it ended there but how wrong I could have been, I never had imagined that....we were three friends but others were missing when I left the bar....suddenly one came running towards me and led me to the back of the bar....I was confused, couldn't understand what was happening.....I was running wildly after him and wasn't able to balance myself because that night, I was high enough to call myself the President of U.S....there were thoughts going around my head but none of them made any sense....
At the end of the trail, I saw her lying on the road....something had happened to her and she wasn't moving much....as I neared to examine her, she was crying....I got confused, couldn't concentrate on anything....then I saw my friend standing besides her, fixing his belt and tucking in his shirt....I was bewildered by his image....washed the rain off my face and looked at the girl once more....she was lying on the floor, her shirt loose and my friend pointing her to me....he was saying something that didn't I want her, so there she was for me to have....at first, I was all baffled and didn't understand what was happening....my other friend stood from the girl's side and pushed me down upon her.....they left me there alone with her and I don't know what happened, I just lost my self control and that girl saw a beast in me.....
After few hours, I was travelling with my friends somewhere...I didn't know what had happened next...they told me that they dumped that girl off at near by hospital and now it was time to move on.....I just went wild and beat the crap out of them....left their company and went back to the hospital....I searched for her and when I found her, she was unconscious....upon that, I was told that there wasn't any hope of her getting normal again....I enrolled my relation as her husband and because there was no one to claim her nor she had any id with her, I was allowed to take her back with me....
Last few months, I have been there for her day and night....I wasn't a bad guy, just got driven by the devil and his mind controlling water....cared for her as my angel.....took her to bed, changed her clothes, did what a real husband might do for his wife....she never spoke throughout that period, always laid in her bed looking at the ceiling....she was just a body in my house but still, she was mine and I cared for her more than anything I ever cared about....like a baby, I had to forcefully feed her...would tell her stories and stayed most of my time in her room, holding her hand.....I always cried at the night when ever that incident crossed my mind but those tears meant nothing to her...she didn't even feel my presence I think....she had lost her senses....
Yesterday, it was raining as it had been that night....I fell asleep while reading her a story....was dreaming about our life and kids and suddenly heard her screaming....first I thought I was dreaming but no, she really was back....she was screaming which meant she was back...my love, my Jane, she was back.....I woke up and held her in my arms....she cuddled me and then commanded to turn on the lights...it was the happiest day of my life till I turned on the lights....she, she just starred at me....there was nothing else....she went pale and looked at me....I smiled and as I went near, she dropped back in the bed....
I hurried downstairs and called the next door doctor....she came running in her pyjamas to my house and checked her....Jane was gone....the doc said that she is in a deep sleep and won't ever wake up....life drained out of my eyes and I fell upon my knees, sobbing till my eyes went dry....
Jane still lies in her bed and I know she won't ever get up, but I won't leave her...no, I won't ever leave her....one day my love is going to help her get back on her feet and one day, I would ask her to marry me and become the mother of my children.....one day she will wake up, one day she will forgive me and love me back..... just one day.....

My 94th Post: What If

In life, we make decisions at each and every step....at times, we rarely have enough time to look upon the matter and decide properly....we just go with what our mind says or our heart believes in....at the end of each and every quest, we always have a question in our minds....no matter what the result is, whether good or bad, we always think 'What If' at the end....then there are various other options in front of us after receiving the results and we keep visualising the situation with the alternative....
This two worded question never dies from our minds....it is always there...like what if I had woke up early instead of getting up late...though I can't change anything now but still am a human and to be honest, we are weak....we like to fool our brain at each and every possible moment because we know that reality is harsh and if we had just a chance, we might change...though we mostly repeat what we did before but still we like to hope for a chance to change....maybe the results might be better and we might have a better time....
What if...this brings up a lot of thoughts in my brain because there are many moments in my life which I would like to change....there are many decisions which I guess I regret taking ever but now, I don't have the power to change them...though I can change the upcoming future by trying not to repeat anything like that or when a similar decision comes, try to choose the alternative but well that is next time, not the one I have already lived.....I guess all of you readers would also have this question hovering around you specially when you get a quite time, away from every other thought....
We aren't perfect and that is the beauty of life....if we knew the option with the best result, then there wouldn't be such a thing as hope because we would always know that whatever the result might be, it would be perfect.....asking the question 'What If' shows that one is living because he/she feels.....'What If' is a result of guilt, sorrow, hurt, or even jealousy but whatever the reason is for that to occur, it just shows we are still human beings and aren't just walking with a dead soul.....
Do keep asking this question when ever you feel the need of it but never drown in depression because of that....no one can change his/her fate....what we choose, is meant for us....instead of getting depressed, one should just stand up and try to take the upcoming decisions with the knowledge from the previous results....just try to live and what so ever happens, accept it and bring a smile upon your face...I know that is one tough thing, but that is the easiest as compared to being dead while living.....

My 92nd Post: Bloody Mary

"Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary"

Dare to chant this while holding a mirror in one hand and no light except a flickering candle? No, I don't think you are brave enough to do that and greet your worst nightmare....she would love to hear you scream until you lose your voice and would steal the beauty from your face so that you would never dare to call upon her again.....
When I was young, Bloody Mary was a hot topic...well not exactly because of her legend or anything....one of my cousins was damn scared of her and I guess even now when he is around 24, Bloody Mary gives him goosebumps.....I did ask my dad once about her and he told me one of the tales that she was a beautiful girl whose beauty was envied by many and was forced to accept that she was hideous....then she hid in her room for ever and when she died, she haunted all the pretty ladies....

As a child, I wanted to meet her and tell her that she was mistaken about being hideous and was beautiful....I recall chanting this though I didn't believe in it but my cousin, he was elder than me, got scared so I thought he really saw her...so I tried calling her but she never showed up and I  wasn't able to tell her about her beauty and she kept living her ghostly life in misery....that is what I thought....
There are many tales about her and her horrors but none has any clear authenticity....my cousin was just scared without even getting a glimpse of her....his mind made him think that her name was horrid enough to haunt his nights....so there is no one who really can claim of viewing her and no one of this century can really do that....this is just a legend created after the name Mary Tudor, daughter of Henry the VIII.....she was referred as Bloody Mary because like her father, she was merciless....she was the Queen of England which was made possible by beheading her cousin who was the first proclaimed Queen...who so ever went against her, she just had them killed even people didn't had the right to follow the religion they wanted....the ones who chose a religion against hers, was burnt alive....
Mary was well known for her brutal acts....it is said that she wanted a heir for her throne and so after long, she started having signs of pregnancy and everyone was happy...but something odd happened....she didn't get her child with passing time.....there wasn't any delivery and after months, her stomach started shrinking and pregnancy ended but she neither had miscarriage or a child....it is believed that it was a ghost child...after a while she again had a false pregnancy and died soon after that....these facts grew up into bigger stories and soon Mary I became known to the world as Bloody Mary....
If you still want to try calling upon her and chanting Bloody Mary doesn't works, try chanting "I stole your child Bloody Mary", she would definitely come at that because no mother can bare anyone teasing her upon the death of her mysterious child.....

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 51st Post: The End of Life

Person never knows when and where he would fall in the deepest sleep...everything goes on and suddenly life withdraws from this planet...what belonged to the Al-Mighty Creator, returns to Him...there is no control over the number of breaths someone can take, they just end up without even a slightest clue...
Few days back, on the 9th of September, I witnessed the death of my grandmother...everything changed from a normal routine to something I can't describe...it was just a random day and suddenly turned out to be a historic event for the family....from that night, I have been wondering about the life after death....all I know is that the soul is taken away and then the person waits for the day of Judgement...that is the knowledge I have but my thoughts are beyond that...
I know, that happens and I believe in that but the thing in my mind is, what is the feeling when that happens...what does the person experience when he/she is about to die...the person upon the death bed just seems in pain when the soul is captured but is that really what happens?

I kept wondering about that and honestly speaking, I am still wondering...at this instant, my heart is pounding harder and my brain wants me to stop here because I think it is scared but I want to think and am unable to get this out of my head.....what happens when the soul is taken away...the person who dies, losses all the connections with the world, won't that be scary? what ever happens to us, we seek help from our parents or the person whom we are close to but when we die, all of them would vanish from our sight....there would be nothing in front of us except the Angel of Death....how would that feel? no one to look forward to and seek help from....our soul would be just like a prisoner, taken to a place we never can imagine...after everything, we just have to wait for the final day and till that, nothing to do....well these are the second parts of the tale, am still stuck at the point when the soul would be captured...suddenly an angel appears in front of us and takes us away, that is really scary...
A day would come when the person who was around us all the time would be no more....if I tell about my recent experience, it is really odd...the door which led to my grandmother's room, is now only a place filled with non-living things...the bed where she resided, is left cold and the blanket which she used to cover herself, is now lying at the edge of the bed in the same manner....there is a lot in my mind to burst out but lets just keep it there...
A day would come when I would get my answers to the questions which are in my head but after that day, I won't be able to think again....so honestly, I would want them to remain mystery until I don't fulfill each and every duty of my life and I don't make sure that I would wake up in Jannat after sleeping in this world....
May my grandmother earn a place in Jannat and everyone who is on the right path and the ones who are mislead, may they turn towards Him before they return to Him...Ameen....
Tc, comment and do share.....

My 46th Post: Ignorance of the Old

Societies are different in ways but there are issues which each adopt form one and other....the worst part is that rarely a society adopts something positive.....as time flies by, once strong limbs weaken up and stop supporting the body....the person who walked without the need of anyone, requires support just to stand up on his/her feet....that is when that someone realizes that he/she is mortal and with time things deteriorate...
A man marries a women and nourishes his children with an expectation that when he grows old, his children would support him and take care of him....few societies still have the same belief but the rest are worried and expect to see a dark future.....these days there is no respect and everyone lives for his/her own benefits....no one cares whether something would hurt someone, just wonders, would it bring happiness to his soul or not....
This is a growing threat mostly in the super power countries....the old is afraid that one day they would be kicked out of their home and sent to an old-age resort or something like that....the values are dead and people worry about their personal benefits to an extent that they are forgetting about the couple which brought them to the stage they stand upon.....parents are becoming a burden for many and when they are questioned upon this, a simple reluctant reply arrives which is that they didn't ask their folks to take care of them...if they made up a choice of supporting them, that doesn't means that they would get that in return....
The reason behind this is upon the path which the society is moving....relations are viewed as a game...they can come and go at any instance of life...if in a society, a dad changes every second month, how would someone expect the child to be there to support his parents....it doesn't makes sense because the basic relation is a joke for him/her.....if there ain't any stability at young age, there won't be any difference when a child becomes independent....he/she never understood the standing of one relation.....and when they realize, its mostly late as they see themselves in the same position....
Imagine when you have no where to go and not enough strength to do any thing, you sit all alone in a room with no one you would relate to....no one there whom you would call yours...all your life you were there for your family but when you need them the most, no one is there to pick you up....the years when you were young, you stood out in the sun just to earn for your child and now that selfish doesn't even stands you under a same ceiling....how would it feel? devastated? frustrated? it would be worst then the words I mentioned....
In order to avoid that future, we need to straighten our present...instead of ignoring relations, we need to stand besides them and try to bring them closer to us....yes, jobs may get hectic at times and it is tough to earn but if spending time after earning money ruins your family time, then it is an useless effort...the one you would be earning for would leave you in mere future because you weren't there when they were trying to stand...that is one of the most frequent reasons of loneliness in old age....
Instead of having a stick in hand, it would feel amazing if one's grandchild is there all the time....rather than sitting in a room doing nothing just waiting for the death to arrive, it would be better to stay in between the loved ones and die while spending time with them....it is always easy to lose things and tough to gain.....but it is never impossible....
Bend the ways of life and try to be there for each other because no one can really survive alone....a day comes when we need to hold one's hand and walk down the road....do consider this and try to hold on and respect the old generation because one day, we would be sitting where they are present right now...
Tc, do share and comment......

My 19th Post: The Day I Die

A day would come
When sorrows will end
A day so mighty
That no soul can withstand
The day that I
Can't understand;

Was just wondering randomly that how would it be when the time stops...even the slightest movement seizes in that very instance and nothing would seem to have life in it to budge even as little as the tiniest particle, the atom....how would it be when I come to know that I am going to leave this world....
I have given a test, my result is going to come on etc date...I came in this world so my birthday is going to be celebrated on 12 December...but I don't know the date or time for my funeral....the day I die is not fed to my brain....or maybe it is in it somewhere but I ain't aware of it....I don't know whether in the end of this post I would be there to write another one or not...or maybe I live long enough to keep on writing till the 1000th post....who knows....
We all have to leave someday but what if we knew how and when we leave, would that be better?...we would be able to prepare our self for that moment....at least try to complete every single assignment which we have ignored till that time....get a farewell from all the ones we are close to....just imagine....someone who knows when he/she is going to die, they would throw a gathering and sit with everyone they know and clear the guilt, the grudges and forgive everyone and in the end just sit there in the company which they loved throughout their life time and leave the world....won't that be the happy ending illustrated in the fairy tales or that would be the craziest ending.....
I think we are better off like this cause if someone knows when he/she is going to die, they are just going to ruin their remaining time....if someone knows that the end is going to arrive in exactly 2 months, those 2 months are going to be living hell.....they would try to achieve as many goals as they can and the one's who have responsibilities would burst out with tears cause two months aren't enough to do everything, the things which weren't completed in years, can't end in months....but what if we know the day we die from the time of our birth..would that make any difference? I don't think so....
Life like this is just perfect....to know when we are going to die would ruin everything....every single day in tension and full of stress and people would become reluctant and frustrating...everything would become unbalanced and it would be a total ciaos.....
The day I die, I don't know what I would be up to and how would it be but at least till I am unaware of it, I am relaxed...yes, at times I just feel that I haven't achieved goals still but then I tell myself that insha-Allah there would be a new tomorrow...not knowing when it would end, I can still have hope and that is all I want....

Let my day
End in peace
No sorrow  to suppress
No tear to grease
Would like to
Leave this world with a mighty smile
Flow with the wind
Just like the fast flowing Nile...

Tc and do comment.....

My 7th Post: LIE

It is a simple three letter word which has the power to manipulate world's most strongest mind...lie, means a deception.....such a statement, which can't be proved but yet exists cause the creator of that lie believes in the manipulation....
Through out centuries, from the time 'Lie' was invented, there has been a change in coarse in the behavior of people....they have started to take things for granted and most of them feel that lying is the best way to cover up their flaws...they really don't care who they are hurting or what the consequence might be....they only want to feel safe and for a while, they do...
All the liars, do they ever think that lying breaks someone's heart? it really hurts when the person you really trusted or you thought would remain sincere to you lies just cause to hide something which is meaningless....yes I believe that something meaningless to someone, may be valuable to other but instead of lying, the topic can be ended or the truth can be told.....if someone lies in order to save someone else and that lie doesn't involves you then it is a different case but if someone lies about something which is kinda a part of your life, that hurts....
Like for example, someone states that he/she goes to sleep at around 1 am and after that it would be difficult to talk to you cause of family issues or etc and closes it with a statement asking you to trust what he/she said....you trusted the whole statement but after a while get to know that whatever you were told, only meant for you....instead of sleeping, that someone is busy with other friends and keeps on chatting....it becomes clear that all of that was a lie....this is not a big issue at all....the person didn't want to talk to you further so made up a story so that a boundary could be set up but lying was never the option....when it is acknowledged that it was a lie, the distance increases in the relation....someone close to you lied just to ditch you for no good is like buying a Rolls Royce and giving it to your wife to drive (no offence girls :P)...instead of lying, he/she could have said clearly that they wanna maintain a distance or something like that....
In other case someone may lie to their little kid on the death of his/her father that daddy is gone on a trip to some place....and when the time comes, they reveal the truth...lying in order to keep someone's heart is not a crime...lying is a crime only till it hurts someone or ruins something...
Like in the first example, the person lied to, won't trust the liar again and would like to go away from him/her cause the trust dies with a lie...and it should be kept in mind that lies never remain alive forever, a day comes when the light of truth reveals the true identity.....

Take care people and please avoid from lying cause that hurts and one day the same could happen to you.....

My 3rd Post: Death Scene

life ends

with a sorrow in hands

the one we loved

can never be hugged

that is a very tragic instance in our lives....we don't want to miss someone dear to us no matter how much we tell them that we hate them...we still want their presence.....the thought that they are breathing soothes our mind and lets us live....
at times, I start thinking that it would really be easy for me if I left before the ones I love cause then I won't have any sorrow of losing someone but then I think how would it be for the people who truly love me...I know life goes on but still how intense would their pain be....is being selfish here a good thing really? I don't know, I simply confuse myself and roam my head outta that topic....
when we go to someone's funeral, we end up seeing different types of people...some are sitting in a corner who seem aloof from their surrounding, some gagging in a group of people and view the spot as a perfect hangout, some are terribly sorry for the loss of that person and pay condolence to the family and there are even those who didn't care for that dead soul their entire life but they truly miss them when he/she remains no more....
looking into the details of the scenario, we find people crying cause they are truly hurt and we also find those who try to shed tears just cause others may see and cheer their name....in my society, I also find people who join the family at those times just to get free lunch....these type of people enter when food is served and leave when they are hungry no more....
I really find this disturbing cause now a days rarely someone cares about someone's deaths...the hearts are rusted to an extent that they have forgotten the thought that one day they will be the ones' who would chair that event and also a day when the whole setup would be for them...what if people act same at those times? just think, if you are chairing the death ceremony of someone you love the most and find people laughing, won't that hurt more than the death of that someone?
so respect the dead and support the ones' who lost someone rather than being a pain to their eyes and their hearts.....
may all the people who died till today and afterwards be blessed by my Lord and be cherished with Heaven...Ameen
Tc....