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 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 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...
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My 36th Post: 14th August 1947

65 years back, on 14th August 1947, an infant stepped into this world....it was separated from its mother by the people saying that the mother wouldn't survive longer if she kept it in.....since then it parted its ways from the mother and never turned back.....that child grew up, providing shelter to many and giving them a reason to live....today that child turns 65, today Pakistan gets a year older....
Pakistan, a nation separated from Hindustan after the sacrifices of many great leaders and followers....it was always seen as a nation of pride and honor by its creator, Muhammad Ali Jinnah, who died the night Pakistan was crowned its name.....the infant separated from its mother and then in the same night, lost its soul bearer.....people saw a hope for it to survive easily but the spell caster left the people dreaming....it again needed a leader for its nourishment but till this day, none have proven to be in Jinnah's seat....
I have read many histories defining the birth of this nation....each and every nation talks differently....all stand in the favour of their nation's hero and tell about other's mischeieves.....but  well that was history and no matter what it was, it is not possible to live in it again....all that matters is that things have changed and the future needs a proper base in order to stand firm....

Though I am a citizen of this country, I would still accept the truth that it is not what it was supposed to be.....there is nothing really worth living for here....I mean alright it has our roots and everything and still there are historic places and some good qualities but they aren't enough to keep on living....for a person to live a successful life, the basic need is of honesty and a hardworking environment and these things are really tough to locate these days....rarely someone is honest in their work or their relations.....nothing goes on properly....everything is a mess....there is a limit to corruption but here, even the sky ain't the limit....people are getting rich day by day but how, that is the main question....how come a normal man who is not even capable to earn for himself, holds enough balance to buy a car worth some lacs and live in a lavishly furnished house in one of the top most societies of his area? is that even possible without having any business background or bagging some lottery? well my brain says no cause I have seen people working hard....they earn but mostly they earn respect and their bank accounts and all are just averagely filled.....
The jump in corruption in the recent decade, have led a rise to theft, kidnappings and crimes beyond the ideology of man.....prices have rose, people are starving....when people turn into animals, they start doing what is wrong in order to fill the stomach of the one's they love....they don't care about killing a person just for few thousands....
This wasn't how Quaid saw Pakistan to be...this wasn't what he fought for....there is nothing which would have pleased him if he were here....this isn't the Pakistan we deserve....we deserve a better nation, a better living....this isn't how things should turn.....we surely got a win over many who went against us but even 65 years later, I can't proudly say that we are independent....this isn't independence if we are still controlled by the same rulers just under a different name....
Its sad to see something rust like this specially when that something is yours to cherish.....I hope and pray to Allah that we stand back on our feet with the aim of a new and a better nation for us and our later generations...a day would surely come when this nation's flay would rise in every country in respect....a day when each and everyone in this world would speak good of this nation....a day when each Pakistani would be proud of his nationality....That day I would proudly say that we are independent....


PAKISTAN ZINDABAD (long live Pakistan)

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My 4th Post: Limited Strenght

From ages, it has been seen that various men throughout the their history have shown their strength and might to the world....those courageous men have fought different villains in their times and saved their nations from the hands of evil....
Amongst those men, there is a ratio of those who with every successful expenditure felt more and more proud of themselves....they came to such a peak in their moronic minds that they thought they were the best and there was no end to their everlasting power...
Such men forgot the history which was written before them....there were others who also claimed the same but a day came when they fell on their knees with little strength, enough to witness their end....
Men always forgets that what it has and what it conquers in his life time is only a mirage which would vanish when He, the Creator, wills to snatch it back....how can a simple person with two arms, two legs and two eyes claim that he is on the verge of power or strength when he can't even stand on his own feet when he is sick....man always forgets that he needs something to grab on to in order to survive and when he keeps winning, he forgets that a day would come when he would have nothing in hand....the day when he would need several shoulders to carry him to his final bed....
This world is nothing, just some chapters in the book that each individual holds....ripping out a single page, trembles the soul for ages....we truly are powerless...the strength we get is not what we produce, its what the Creator portrays through us and makes the target surrender in front of our might....
The strongest person I feel is the one who stands out for his rights and protects his family but still believes that what ever he did or can do, is bestowed upon by his Lord and He is the only one who protects all...that is what I believe but I feel that it should be the thought of every single person on this planet....

Tc :)