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 128th Post: Hydians (People of Hyderabad)

Hyderabad nests people of different casts, race and nationality even but there is one thing in common which unites their attributes, their hospitality to the people who are living besides them or are our guests....people might seem rough and tough on the outside but they are soft hearted if you share an experience with them.....once a hydian likes and respects you, you would become the center of their world.....this city is a treasure chest filled with great friends who would do anything for you at any time of the day not because they want something in return, just because you spent time with them and shared a laugh or two....

People are usually seen fighting to be the first one to leave but here if you ask someone politely, that someone would stop each and everyone just to let you pass.....they are good by heart and they know how to love and respect others.....hydians simply help others just for the sake of a smile on that someone’s face.....call for help and people would line up at your service.....here people try not to lose a chance of providing a helping hand....a rickshaw would be seen pushed by some random biker, an old man’s cart being pushed by some random youngster despite his status, some kids in the street would be caught carrying groceries for a random lady or the least, some strangers shouting out to a biker to lift his stand.....hydians are the type who would stop their work to help you out and if required, would ask another hydian for advice just to get you the best results....

There are some who are the opposite of what is written here but they are in minority....if you haven’t had the best experience then your luck led you to the minority....give hydians another try and you would will to be a part of our world....hydians are not the best, but they are worth falling for....

My 115th Post: The Life of A Prostitute

Before reading this post, just understand the fact that this is a general post and there is no shame in writing about this because as a writer, I feel it is my duty to at least try to change things with the strength of my words....

There are different kinds of occupations in this world...people have to give a lot just to earn enough to feed their stomach....some sit behind a desk, some gamble, some rob and still there are ones who sell their bodies just for a while to earn money....those are the ones who really don't feel anything except being proud of themselves when they see someone bathing them in money after a short pleasure....they are willing to sleep with anyone just for the sake of few bucks....it doesn't really matters to them whom they are with until and unless they are paid....

Prostitution is a rapidly growing business in this world....at every corner of a street, there might be someone willing to lure you towards her bed and rob you off your money by fulfilling your desires....statically, as I write this post or while you read it, there are 40 million prostitutes out working and going around different customers....this number is even more than the population of some of the countries....each day, there is a increase in that number and there is no one who is truly willing to stop this....though prostitution is a job worth of Hell, it is a highly profitable business with nominal investment.....

I really don't know how they do it....I mean to lay in bed with different people each day and then to wake up to start the next day....these people really don't have any respect for themselves....not everyone might treat them with care...there would be the ones who might use them as a loaned property and to comfort them, these girls might have to cross limits and abuse themselves willingly.....even if there are rules and regulations which safeguard the girls from being abused, they are still used as the public toilets....no matter what, they have to take the load and sustain it without any complains....they are passed around from a hand to another and still they don't feel grossed out....they have the dignity lower than the trash lying on the streets...

When prostitutes are asked that why do they do such a job which has the lowest standard in the world, their reply is simple that they have no other option available and this is the easiest way to earn and to feed their dying family....though they might be right about options, but still this crosses each and every limit...patience provides ways for a person to survive so a person only needs to believe and to wait....there are other replies as well....some girls say that they were sold in the market and no matter what they do, it ain't possible for them to leave....there are a lot of cases in which the girls were sold out while they were just little girls just for a nominal price....they grew up in the market and ended in bed with strangers...though they resented the idea of that, there wasn't any other option for them.....some girls ran away but in the end they were beaten and brought back....their owners don't get them killed, just beats them up and tortures them more to get them ready for the next time when they have the idea to run....

Our governments are putting a stop to many things but there aren't any proper operations carried upon this....if our governments wanted, prostitution might had ended till now but somehow they really don't care or maybe they have some involvement in this system....yes, there are cases which show from time to time that the government officials are not really willing to end this market but still there isn't any final statement....

The odd thing is that there are girls who are willingly stripping just because they think they have the talent for such a thing....these are the ones who go down without any push or and pressure upon them....they might be filthy rich but still, they want to try out this life....also there are the ones who do exactly the same things but they don't do it directly for money....they have other reasons like grabbing a place in society or getting promoted etc....I really feel like laughing upon their face when such a girl says negative things about a professional prostitute and abuses her....honestly, I feel no difference between them and the ones who are doing for money....no matter what, in the end of the day both types slept with random people; both got something in return and both stood up alone...well if we see it in another way than the one who doesn't do it for money, is kind of treated in a better manner and there is someone in the end of the day to lend his hands to help her put on her clothes....nothing else.....

I really don't know how this would stop but I know for a fact that this shouldn't be something a person would be willing to do....if there are ways out, the victim should jump out of that window....even if there is someone you can save, try to do what you have the might to do and leave rest to Him as He knows better....

My 109th Post: Back To School

It has been months since my last visit to my old school....I guess it was in the start of this January when I went back to The City School-Jinnah Campus but well that was just a brief visit...went there to pick up my little brother and came back without meeting anyone from the campus.....
I went directly from my university to Jinnah....seriously the way they show in films when a hero drives back to his love with all those flash backs of each and every moment, the same happened with me....though am not a hero in this case but was headed towards one of my loves....as I neared the road towards the campus, things started coming back to me....everything made me recall things from the past....like the example of the main road....it was our last year and me and some of my friends were walking back home as always....just for fun, we walked home....that day, we were lazy so my friend and I decided to block the road by lying down in the middle of the track....I know you guys would feel that it wasn't a secure idea to implement but other friends were watching out for speeding cars.....we nearly stopped 5 or 7 cars and then one of our Heads were on their way so had to stand up and walk again.....
Then I looked upon the campus, I remembered how we used to play outside and run all the time.....we fought, made new friends, fell in love or things like that....I mean it was a brilliant time of our lives.....I really miss those days and while I walked towards those doors, my nerves were shaking....it was just a feeling I really can't explain....one needs to experience that in order to understand what was going around my mind.....it was like I guess when a person goes to school for the first time after vacations....I don't know but this feeling was a delightful one.....the beautiful thing was when I was greeted warmly by each and everyone of the staff...not only the ones who knew me, but also the new ones...when I introduced myself to them, they made me feel that I am still a part of that environment....I didn't even a bit feel like a stranger in a new place....even the security guard at the main entrance was a new member...he didn't recognise me but when I introduced myself and told him that I am a pass out and was the Head Prefect there, he opened the gate with pride and welcomed me with respect.....
My visit there was not just because I was missing that place but it was mainly to meet our Principal, Mam Aliya Khalid...she was attacked recently and was burnt with acid....Masha-Allah she is recovering from that incident but still needs to go through some more operations to get well....me and my friends did go to meet her when she was admitted in the hospital but our bad luck struck and she was discharged few days before our journey.....I still had her card with me from that day and with a bouquet, I went in her office.....she really was happy to see me again after a long time....I felt that she was still proud of me and that feeling was lovely.....we sat down and chatted for a while....then I left her office and went around the building searching for my old teachers....I met few of them and their joy was awesome.....it felt as if I was back home and was greeted with same love and respect as they did back then.....when I told them what I was currently doing, they really felt proud of me and still expect me to reach higher stages, Insha-Allah....it was just lovely and I really want to go back to City School and start my studies from the beginning.....
Well, I would like to end this post with a message from Mam Aliya Khalid to all her students who have passed out recently or even before my batch....she told me to give her regards and love to all her students and wish them best of luck...also to tell them to pray for her so she may get her strength back and undergo those operations successfully.....so best of luck guys and really do pray for her, she is one of the best principals and she deserves way better than this.....lets just hope that her enemies fall on the right path or suffer the wrath of Allah....
Please do share this post so that all of the Ex-Citizens of J-camp can read this.....thank you....

My 107th Post: One's Inner Beast

In the start, I just want to clear a point to all my religious readers that this post is not stating anything against any religious laws or revelations....just try to read it open-mindedly and if still I somehow offend you, then I apoligise for that and please let me know.....

Am a Muslim and Masha-Allah am proud to be one....in Islam, relations are distinguished in two main categories just to maintain the values and to ease a person over selecting the one whom he/she can join in a wedlock....there are two terms which are used to determine the type of relations....one is called 'Mehram', the people whom one can't marry and the other category is 'Na-Mehram', the people one can marry...that is just the basic idea and a helping hand in choosing a spouse....
There is a concept in our society that if the person is Mehram, there is no trouble in letting a girl go out with him or stay home with him alone and if he is Na-Mehram, then the girl should maintain a distance from him and try to avoid him as best as possible.....the guys coming in the category of Mehram aren't only a girl's father and brother, they are also her direct uncles and some other guys but with certain limitations....
What's up my mind is that saying someone is your Mehram doesn't really means you are really safe with him or her.....it is just like expecting a well trained lion not to eat someone even though that someone is dipped in blood and the lion is hungry....that just is impossible because there is this urge, a beast in the lion's heart which might make him take the decision of taking a bite at least....taming the lion won't assure one's life.....in the same way if someone is a Mehram, it doesn't really means that that someone would really take care of her and won't come up with something devilish.....there always lives a beast caged in the heart of both men and women....though the men are caught more often, but there are women involved in the same act.....there is a chance that the beast may break free and take advantage which no one did before....
Being Mehram or Na-Mehram are just two words helping the people decide whom to marry from.....they aren't the certificates of someone's character....trusting someone whether a guy or a girl just because they are Mehram is an idiotic thing....maybe the one who is a Na-Mehram is way more decent person but the only problem is that you think that he or she is Na-Mehram so there are chances that they might target upon your someone....this mostly happens in a guy's case....mostly parents avoid sending their girl with a guy because he has a label of being a Na-Mehram...though it is a nice thing because devil is always present and can cause things to get outta hand but that doesn't means that a Mehram won't have the same devilish feelings....maybe their girl is more secure with her Na-Mehram cousin than with her Mehram uncle....at times the blood relations can't be trusted as well, by them I mean a father, mother,brother or a sister...they can take the physical advantage of a person as well....so the stamp of Mehram doesn't kills the beast inside the person, only the character and the piousness of a person does that.....there are a lot of examples of these type of cases from around the world and they are increasing day by day just because of the immaturity of peoples' minds....
So don't judge a person behind the veils of words....check that someone with your open eyes and then think if you can send your daughter, son or wife with him or her......

My 106th Post:Do Men Really Hate Women?

Man has always relied upon women for his existence....he depends upon each and everyone of the ladies in his life for his success....it can be the positive or a negative impact of a women but in the end, a women is required for success...to start, men also needs a women to take his foot out in this world...so he is totally dependent upon that specie....still in the end, a lot are heard saying that they hate women and don't want them in their life....in the blood of frustration, they claim that there is no space for a woman in their life and they are better off without her....they put up this sign in their head that the love for the opposite gender just died after their worst experience with them and preach to the world that it is better to avoid them and stay aloof from them....
Well, is that really true? In the end, each and everyone winds up in a certain relation with another one....so saying that men hate women is just a statement to make them realise that how much we want them in our life and to which extent it hurts when they leave us one way or another.....we become spoilt kids and things turn grey....men do not hate women, they just hate the fact that in the end of the day they need their support to regain their energy to face the next day of this bitter life....we need a mother's lap in the end of the day for a peaceful nap, a sister's love and joy when we get back home and a lover's awaiting eyes....
It's just the frustration talking because man needs a woman to prosper....she provides him a reason to reach the stars and she is the first one in most cases to believe in his dreams...she always stays by his side in his good and in his bad just to support him when he falls....men really love women to an extent that most of the times, they overlook the mistakes and the silly wishes or better to say unreasonable requests by women....if men really hated women, till now, the world might had ended because of the stubbornness of the male specie....none of my forefathers might have existed so in the end, I might not be here typing this post...
When a person is hurt, he/she might blabber foolish words just like a drunk....if someone says that he hates women, he just might be hurt...I know some of you might think that he might just be gay but I would disagree because no matter what someones orientation is, this statement comprises each and every women in his life....no one can hate each and every women....so the hate for the whole specie is just impossible for someone to achieve....whenever you hear someone saying this, just realise that he needs comfort and is hurt by someone and needs a fresh start.....
Women really are a blessing in this life....it is a wonderful thing that care and love came in different forms.....

My 101st Post: Hunger

It is the month of Ramadan going around in the entire world...all the Muslims might be fasting during this month and keeping their stomach empty for hours and hours....this month is believed to bring blessings and motivates the followers from committing further sins....during a fast, there are certain rules and regulations to keep in mind and the most important one is not to eat or drink anything...
People might think that I am weak while fasting because this is the first month in all my years when I really am feeling lack of food in my stomach....it is somehow tough for me this year to keep up with the fast but still, Allah is supporting me to maintain my fasts and keep a hold upon my hunger....

The best part of feeling hungry for me is that in my entire life time, this is the first time when I have connected with the poor....Masha-Allah I have been brought up in a family where am blessed by Allah to keep me well fed and well dressed....He never made me go to bed without food and never made me shiver in the cold winds....I have always had a roof above my head and I thank Him from the depth of my heart....this year, while fasting, I am beginning to realise what it is to pass a day without food....though the fast is only for few hours, there are people who go hungry for days and nights....during these few hours, when I churned the desire for food, I started wondering that what would it be to be poor...how do people survive when they have nothing to eat or drink....it is really tough....the strength from the body starts deteriorating and everything seems to fade away with time....it feels as if I am going to collapse if I don't take a nibble....nothing seems to cool the mind off and each and everything seems tasty to the eyes.....
There are people in this world who have nothing to eat or drink....they work hard but still in the end sit with there heads in their laps without a bite to swallow....how would the ones feel who have their families to support but they can't even fulfil their own hunger....world is tough for them...on the other hand, there are people like you and me who are blessed with enough food to suppress our hunger and are blessed with enough drinks to flood our throats....we never really realised what would it be like without food and water....how would we ever survive....
Well, I thank Allah for giving me this chance of understanding the importance of food and making me aware about the blessings He has bestowed upon me and my family....if it weren't for this month of Ramadan, I might never had been thankful for all the food am provided with, from my heart....I would have just taken it for granted but insha-Allah from this day on, I would always respect food and keep in mind that how well am blessed....I intentionally wrote this post while fasting because I wanted to pour out my feelings when am being irritated by my hungry stomach...
May He bless us all and may each and everyone be thankful to Him.....

My 70th Post: The City Hyderabad, Pakistan

When one is asked to write about his/her city, it mostly starts off with a phrase: "The City of Dreams". Can every city have that title tagged along in its description? I guess, it can. It is the city of dreams because the writer is mesmerized by its beauty and when he/she starts to describe it, the flawless beauty eves upon the screen of the readers.
'My city Hyderabad'. Somehow I have this proud feeling when I call it mine because I believe in the fact that no matter how rough it is around the edges, it still is a gold mine. I can't decide what is special in it, the people, the lights, the excitement or that beautiful sky above our heads. Everything seems to add up to the recipe for making it one of a kind.

With each new morning, the Hydrabadis set out with an aim to make a name of their city. From a honker who sells vegetables door to door, to a Wadera who sets his foot in his Prado and heads off to his lands. Each and every citizen residing in this average sized city works hard to make the city proud. If you think you are doing nothing, then you are mistaken. Each and everyone is playing his/her part. It just depends upon the kind of talent one has. From a craftsman to a footballer, each and everyone is important because when all stand together, they shape up Hyderabad.
The outsiders are well aware of our talents and that is why they rarely question us upon that. The thing I get questioned upon mostly is that Hyderabad has very few places to roam around and enjoy. I don't argue with them, instead I just wake up one morning and take them on a tour. Though it is impossible to mark each and every place, I still try my level best. From Shahi Bazar to Kacha Qila, the expressions are worth capturing. Their face brights up with each new road as if they were watching Indiana Jones. Through out the journey, there are different screen plays which would amuse them and with each new act, the love for the city would increase. As the night falls, I change my route from the hectic life of the city towards the party life. Places like La Moosh, Breeze Point or Subhan-Allah Restaurant are the toppings for the night.
For all the criticizers, I would just place a question that which city is perfect? Yes, I agree that there are sewage, electricity and road problems here in Hyderabad but everybody is trying his/her best to cope up with them and live in a better manner. If some Hyderabadi is complaining, it doesn't means that he/she hates the city instead it clearifies that someone wants answers from the government. I can bet if the local citizens are given the hold of this city, we can make it better over nights. This ain't the proud me speaking, it is the spirit in me, in a Hyderabadi which is waging this bet.
After reading this, if you still don't have what it takes to respect my city then my dear friend, we aren't in need for such a respect but still we would respect your city because we are Hyderabadis but over that, we are Pakistanis.
Tc, comment and do share..

My 68th Post: Forcing Ain't Respecting

The key to earn respect is by respecting others...you can't just go around people and hope to be respected....it requires hard work and if I continue with that statement, I would be completely wrong....being respected isn't tough...you just need to be the right person in the right situation...honor others and treat them nicely....that is it...a perfect recipe of earning respect...but, people have forgotten that....they think it is a game, tougher than the game of thrones...they think in order to earn respect, they need to have a game and play random tricks...trust me, that only fools a person but in the end the respect meter stays empty or in my case, it just falls behind the line...

Being strong and aggressive or powerful due to the job status, doesn't really earns anything instead it just plants a sense of fear in a person's heart which leads it to bow in front of that mighty one....that someone isn't respected, it is just seen as a duty by someone who fears him or her....in other cases, people think that by doing sweet talk and showering flowers upon someone would earn them respect...they are again the ones who have little knowledge...talking to someone sweetly is one thing but sweet talking to earn respect is foolishness....that doesn't really works because they kind of force people to act as if they did respect them and due to that, they hide their true feelings and sometimes they spit them out behind that someone's back...o there is one more kind which I may also fall into....the ones who are simply respected because of someone else....most of the people know me because they respect my parents and due to that, they find it as their duty to care for me and respect me as well....but I am truly aware of this fact and I accept it and maybe I don't misuse that...if I do, then I do a really bad thing because in a way I am not worthy of what I am getting...instead of being a jerk, I simply should be thankful for that....but there are people who take advantage of that and instead of realizing the real deal, they think they are loved....so to all of them I would like to make a wake up call.....
Be sweet, gentle and caring and try not to lie or hurt someone's feelings....lower down the attitude and imagine yourself as a nomal human being rather than a diva or something like that...just lower your shades and stand shoulder to shoulder with people...if someone follows these, then that someone would be respected from heart....doing great things doesn't only mean to invent internet or stuff like that...making a crying kid smile, is far most the greatest thing a person can do....being simple is great and great people are respected in each and every society....be great, not a poser as respect is earned, not taken....
Tc, do comment and share....

My 40th Post: Blame Game

Doing something is really easy...you just have to choose what you have to do and then make up your mind to do it....if the thing goes well, then it awaits some applause but if it goes wrong, then you can save yourself easily by blaming someone....that is how things work but that is what I am against....that is not the way people should live on....blaming someone is not the answer to your failure.....if you blame someone just because you couldn't do it then it shows how low graded you may be....
There is a thing in my mind and I know I can do it....instead of going through the plan, I give it a try.....I fall badly on my face....the act was a disaster...instead of realizing my fault, I simply blame my parents or someone else that they could have stopped me....is that the right thing to do? am I that blind that I don't see where I went wrong? I should have thought over it properly instead of rushing to the scene of action.....that would be completely my fault....even if someone would have advised me, I would have gone with what I wanted to do...and if I had agreed to someone who would have told me to quit the idea and then I came to know that it was one brilliant idea but there is no more time to carry it on, I would still be blaming because I didn't do it just because of that someone...
Why don't we rely just on our thinking? talking to someone and hearing their advise doesn't means that we have to follow it on any cost...that just means that we are trying to pick a safe corner before doing something....still we are the ones to take the decision not them....we are the ones to be blamed, not them....we have enough capability to see the outcome of our decision.....so what if it went wrong, we should be strong enough to stand by it instead of telling the crowd that it was his idea not mine...I didn't want to do this, he insisted....now that is simply a sign of a coward....if you blame people just because you did what they advised you to do, then I hope you have enough confidence to step up to the world as a coward....
Be fair guys....if you don't have the guts of doing something, then don't do it rather than killing someone's respect....blaming someone has one worst result, you would never be trusted by the person whom you blamed even if that someone was your best-friend...that someone had to go through rough comments and face shame just because you told everyone that you are the innocent one sitting in between....don't ruin the sails and drown the ship specially when saving a name after something so little....and if you have already blamed someone, then try to fix things by accepting the fall rather than supporting your false statement....you still have time to do the right thing but remember, if you blamed in public, then clear the things in the same crowd....
Learn to preserve things specially relations....if you blame someone in order to make a new relation or save an other, you are truly making a mistake....there are other ways to do things....to break something in order to gain an other still leaves you with a single thing in hand....understand it, its simple math people...so stop blaming and try to be honest with everyone, that would earn you respect and trust....
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