The Wake Up Call...

Charm about this life is that its full of ups and downs, each day and each moment has its own significance , life is a road which lead to a destination of your own choice, in this traveling we have to pass through some difficult surfaces which sometimes damages our vehicles and we consider ourselves lost in middle of nowhere,

In simple words some situation, scenarios, and events in our ever changing life become so harsh that we become hopeless,

Now as all religions specially Islam teaches us to have faith on the creator and whenever facing hardship in the life we have to see those whom are attempting a much harder examination, but do we really practice this??? I don’t knew about all, but talking about the majority including me, After a small call i received from my Creator few month ago i realized that we become hopeless, regardless and weak while appearing in the examination, God set for us , we use to complaint on everything going on in our life against our will, we used to curse ourselves and our surroundings for so many unwanted events in our lives , and never bother to see people around us who are facing something we could not even imagined off.

Now coming to the event which made me think this way, it is about 2 month ago. I had some forms to submit in the university, I was late so I took an auto rickshaw to the university, and while on my way I started chatting with the driver about the city condition n all. He was a old man about 65 or more, had a beard, seems a very nice and truthful person, on my way after having a little conversation the person suddenly with a sad tone of voice (his tone was like if he don’t wanted to share his pain but he was not able to control) he told me that today morning his beloved mother passed away, and he don’t even have any money to send her mother on her last journey and her body is at home and his owner whom auto rickshaw he was driving refused to lend any more loan to him. 

The old man wasn’t as much literate as I am, he was old and not even as strong as I am, and his financial condition was not certainly similar to mine. But that old poor weak person give me a lesson of a lifetime he said “ I loved my mother but it was Allah who created her and I have no complaint for my lord whatsoever, as a son I tried whatever I can do to treat my mother well and now I don’t have any money for her last journey so I am driving this rickshaw and I hope that Allah will help me to raise the amount which is required for all the arrangement till the end of the day ” later on I also confirmed the event as it was too much unbelievable for a complainer like me , what happened after that is not necessary to mentioned here. 

Well what more can I write now, I was speechless and ashamed in front of my lord that day , and i am ashamed today after remembering that after having so so much in my life I never thanked my God properly. Instead I stick on to be a complainer, but even still to guide me and to put me on the right track my lord, my owner, my ALLAH arranged this wake up call for me, and I am glade I didn’t missed it.

In this Eid I would like us all to remember those whom are put into a difficult test by our lord, and more importantly to remember how tough circumstances are, your never alone, Allah (s.w.t) is always with us.

Google Cultured

In this age of science and technology where one may think that everything is achievable , each day a new milestone is crossed , a new trend is set , new style is introduced , new tradition is formed , many eyes are opened and many are closed , many faces do have a new reason to smile and many have lost their reason for joy.

In a world so rapidly changing whenever a new tradition is born then history is criticized , new traditions new values new life styles bought severe changes in our lives, and we accept everything which is thrown to us with the tag of Comfort, entertainment , joy and bla bla.. thus we have adapted a nature of comfort.

We constantly try to replicate western culture , whereas west don’t even knew their own culture , everything which is new and entertaining for them become part of their lives and when they become bored they start looking for something new , now don’t take me wrong here i am not against science and also other approaches which are necessary , thing I am talking about is “reason to live” , people in west do change so rapidly cause they are confused about the reasons of this life , they have left there religions cause that leads them in middle of nowhere. family and relationships are also loosing there charm in there society as a men and women do have many many “X” husbands / wives or relationships when they reaches to 60, child do have numerous parents (and this is common) , they change so rapidly because they have many directions to follow but non lead to a destination which they are looking for so these society quench their thrust by involving in anything or any act which would give them a reason to live but the constant changes in their society do show that they are badly struggling , strictly from my point of view I see west culture so much struggling and confused that I named them “Google Cultured”.

Now coming to us (Muslim and eastern culture) the reason why we are not the 1st one’s to introduce new trends , styles , traditions , wacky things , values and concepts like west do is because we do have a reason to live , our religious culture is so strong and detailed that it gives us everything a soul requires , from cradle to grave , Our lord have guided us about each and very thing , we knew the direction and we also knew how to walk.

though a huge bunch in us is attracted to western society and adapted there live styles and become like them, but still that does not change the meaning of life , reason of life and requirement of life , its not necessary to shoot yourself even if everyone around you is doing so ??

Road called “reason to live” have many obstacles and also have some damages (who wants to play a action game without a villain???) but still it is the direct way to reach your destination , a destination for which we are bound to reach , it’s up to us that we want to travel today or be dragged badly in the afterlife.

M.Haris Farooqui

The Undermined Writers

From the Deepest Heart, a Voice shall Rise
The Silence shall be Broken
Remembered shall be the Forgotten
Secrets shall be Disclosed
Written shall the words Unspoken

The Undermined Writers

E.Q.

Proud On Not Being Civilized

Current norm in the world is that when you are so called civilized than you have the rights to kill, abuse and ruin lives of those who are not in your league. Nations which blows trumpet of being historically civilized are actually “Distorically civilized” (destructive to civilization or humanity)

Being civilized in this age means of being powerful, wealthy, attractive, beautiful, strong, and everything that puts a person in a commanding position

Many countries which reflects all the qualities mentioned above are leading or I should say dictating the world today cause of being civilized in this era, these highly civilized nations do form their own norms and condition not only for their own selves but also for everyone who is not in there league, and when a refusal is received these civilized people know how to implement or to enforce there civilization

Scrutinizing , defaming , demoralization, biasness ,wealth , nudity, social service to convert, are there silent weapons and when these weapons don’t work these civilized people do use real weapons as well,

If I continue it will take me ages to craft the image of this present day civilization but I end up this short article with disagreeing , denying , and refusing of being civilized no matter what ever would be the climax of my story and who ever will be the writer I am proud that my beginning is written by me.

M.Haris Farooqui

THE LOST SOUL

The deep silence is broken by the sound of the sirens of ambulances. They all are rushing towards the emergency of the hospital. Vacations and leaves are cancelled. Best of the doctors and medics are called immediately. Everyone is suspecting a major disaster and an unknown fear is taking hold on them. Nobody actually knows what is happening.

Until the ambulances starts delivering the body of an unknown, but only in parts. The first part is a pair of legs; rotten and stunk, covered with blood. A team of highly professional doctors gathered to examine them, but awhile all confirmed there is no cure. The poison has spread badly. They must be true because it is the deadliest of the poison, the poison of corruption. It was spreading for a long time. Soon something more is delivered in cotton clothing, a pair of hands with broken bones and lost fingers. They must have lifted a greater amount of weight, said the medics. The weight of the sins.

Now with the coming of a plastic bag, they all become horrified. A pair of eyes it carries. The right eye is failed as it has not seen enough good deeds from a longer period of time and the left one has seen too much violence, crimes, genocides and adulteries. Their lights are no more; said medics. One after another, medics receiving and rejecting many of the body parts, as they can not cured. The brain is fully lost as it is unable to make a difference between good and evil. The heart is covered with stains, appear to be a solid rock, emptied from brotherhood and tolerance but filled with the evil desires and nothingness.

According to the final report from the medics, the patient can be brought to life even if they assemble all the parts. This is due to the lost soul. If the soul with its essence returns, the conscience may guide the patient to bring back to the life. So the soul must return home, and the dying patient shall bring to life. Someone has to bring back the lost soul of the patient, or else the patient, the PAKISTAN shall die. 

 

E.Q.

The Demand

“The Demand”

“People! Oh People! Wakeup from your sleeps, wakeup before it’s too late,

God’s sake don’t take it granted.. wakeup!!”

Many Years ago, before partition, in India, in a small town of a well-known state, I was born.

I was the eldest sister of two more siblings, named “Chanda” (Moon like) by my Parents. When I was 8, I heard my Parents; “they” are dividing the country into two not exactly halves but “they” are doing it. I, heard, I heard correctly, they said that “We demanded.”

I did not know, why? Why we demanded? I was too young to get satisfactory answers, In fact, I did not want to leave my relatives, my cousins, my school, my streets, my area behind where I was growing up. I loved my place but I had to leave. My Eyes were shedding with tears..

We were heading towards, newly born, we were happy cause we got what we “demanded” and sad because of getting news that many of us were losing so much way to “the demanded”. News of Slaughtering my own, martyrdoms of my elders, raping and killing of young age girls and women, violence and fear covered all the pathways.. My Eyes were shedding with tears ..

Train had been stopped forcefully by Indian Army which was taking us “the demanded”. All passengers were taken out and settled a desert nearby the train’s track. I heard somebody said “this is the area of ‘Mona Bao’.” Males were taken out from the crowed, children were crying, womens were afraid. We had been insulted, abused, we heard they killed many males, they beaten old age people, womens were taken out, abused, raped and then killed. They snatched all of our jewelry and money. We were so frightened. Then they allowed the leftovers to continue their journey to “the demanded”. My Eyes were shedding with tears..

I had been married got 4 sons and a daughter. My husband died in 1986 cause of T.B. It took so long to me and my kids to built a 120 yards house but losing my big house in India, losing all my finance in journey, losing my husband, never shacked my aim, my hope, my wisdom. I wasn’t hopeless because I realized that after losing this much I got the most precious thing; life without slavery; I paid for it, I paid my blood, my wishes, my dreams, my peace, my relatives, my streets, my childhood, my parents but I got precious reward; something valuable that is a free soul, free mind, I got freedom, I got the demanded and again My Eyes were shedding with tears.. 

She was a great freedom fighter in my eyes, because she and other many billions like her came alive without fighting any war probably but the war they fought; to keep them alive, keep their aim alive, wisdom alive, passion alive, the troubles and problems they faced to settle in “the demanded”, their own “the demanded”, they lived like this, they gave sacrifices like this at every moment, in the end they died with an honour. My Eyes are shedding with tears..

My first love, my precious, my beloved grandmother “Chanda Bibi” told this unimportant story of her journey to “the demanded”. She used to pray to God that please don’t test our upcoming generations for what You have tested for us, don’t take their families like we slaughtered, martyr for getting our “the demanded.” My Eyes are shedding with tears..

I, grand-son of my lovely grandmother wanted to be insane,

wanted to address all those sick, filthy, poisoned, black-hearted inferiors,

who are as ugly as opportunist & hypocrites,

who even don’t know the meaning of sufferings & sacrifices.

“People! Oh People! Wakeup from your sleeps, wakeup before it’s too late, God’s sake don’t take it granted.. wakeup!!

You have been blessed with a free country, blessed by freedom..

 see in your surroundings and learn some lessons.. Stop abusing my grand-mother’s Pakistan, those billions of others’ Pakistan who gave everything to get it.. Don’t just ruined their sacrifices, their hard work and hardship in any means complaining something  

Before the bloodshed, pain of migration, pain of slavery, dying in vein, pain of insult, abused, raped, reaches you…   

Value your free soul &heart,

Value Freedom,

Value “the demanded”,

Value

Pakistan

Happy Independence Day

Muhammad Asim

THE DEPENDENT INDEPENDENCE

All were busy in an Iftar feast. Some were dancing on foreign music, some enjoying food, smoking cigars and cigarettes, drinking and lot of other stuffs while others were talking. It was a gathering of half a dozen men, belonging to the top classes. They all belong to rich families; Industrialist, factories owners and landlords.

Ch. Mukhtar: By the end of this month, all my business shall be shifted to Dubai.

Mr. Ali: So you have finally decided to leave?

Before Ch. Mukhtar would say a thing, Mr. Moin interrupted: “Good! This place has lost all essence of love. Nobody can work here anymore".

Ch.Mukhtar: Yeah! Our families come first. How can we run our businesses in a place where there is no peace and security?

Mr. Ali: Well, this is in fact the truth. Many of us have already moved. I will join you there very soon Mr. Mukhtar.

The others shake their heads in affirmation.

Meanwhile a ten year old kid interrupted his father, Mr. Ali.

Kid: Daddy, the Independence Day is near and I do not get my flag yet.

Mr.Ali: There is no need of that son. Soon we will be gone abroad.

Ch.Mukhtar: I still remember my old days, when I was a kid. Before the Independence Day, the stalls were setup with the flags and posters months before the event.

Mr. Ali: I remember! The whole neighborhood was pasted with the posters and flags.

Mr. Moin: Remember! We wear the national badges and paste stickers on the cover of our school copies couple of months before.

Ch.Mukhtar: Yes. Yes. (he sniffed) but all that was is lost now. The middle and poor classes of our country ruined all these things.

Mr. Moin: They spent all the time in increasing their population rather than to educate themselves and work hard.

You see, these poor men are involved in all the crimes, Mr. Moin added.

Mr.Ali: All our efforts in flourishing the countries fate are lost due to these men. They were always looked more interested in who is sunni, who is shia, who is baloch, panjabi and whatever. I think we would have been living a happier life if there was no partitioned.

Ch.Mukhtar: With all that, you can’t neglect the foreign elements.

Mr.Moin: Of course not, but we are weakened internally, so there may be some foreign elements.

Mr.Ali: Quite frankly, I do not see this. Why would the whole world be against us? Actually these poor hungry people are the cause of our demise……

On the same moment in a village, a ten years old child was sitting with his father Barkat, on a four legged woven webbing bed.

Boy asked: Father! Independence Day is very near, but I have not seen any stall of the nation’s flags and banners?

Barkat belongs to a very poor family. He works in a nearby shoe factory.

Barkat replied, Son! The old days are dying, as our hopes with this country.

The days when none will doubt the patriotism of others.

The days when everyone would proud to be a nationalist.

The days when everybody was willing to give all he possessed, his property, his wealth and above all his blood. Those days, are now over.

Son: But how did it all happened?

Barkat: My forefathers were very rich. After the partition, they left everything behind, except the hearts filled with the joys of the independence. They lost many of their family members and gave up all the properties and wealth they had. They choose an independent and poor life. But the people with false claims, earned lands and became rich. They setup industries and factories. These rich men are the root cause of destruction for our country and its pride. We worked day and night in their factories and earned nothing worthy.

This is just one of the many uncountable situations I have been watching from years. None of you knows the story better than me. I have seen it all. I was there; 65 years ago I was there. When people from all casts and creed; men, women and children were up to only one thing. They suppressed all the ill-feelings against one another and were united only for independence; the only one thing. The bonds of brotherhood and fellowship were strong. I have seen it. Trains full of hewn corpses, villages burnt with peoples alive, women raped, children slaughtered. I remember better than every one of you. I have seen it.  I saw the lands covered with the blood more than that you have now flowing inside your bodies combined. Nothing has changed in all those years except your hearts. You have wrecked all the bonds of friendship and brotherhood. The color of your blood is still the same, but your hearts have changed. I knew your past and I know your future. I have seen it. I have already given you what all I had and now I ask you for only one thing in return. Give me the hearts enriched with same old strength, courage, love , affection, brotherhood and patriotism. I will give the same honor and respect, peace and harmony, pride and admiration. But if you failed to give me these, remember I have seen it.  I have seen what you have failed to. I am P A K I S T A N!


CINCH

Young Guns of Pakistan & Today’s Limited Technology

Muslim scientists discovered many things, gave many theories which were proven afterwards and invented many things which are still in use may be in different shapes as in they were invented or as a basic ideology, there concept is still in use. Pin hole camera, windmill, fountain pen, clock, numerical numbers, soap, carpet, surgery, shampoo etc are very few basic inventions by the great Muslim scientists. But then the tables turned..

When few Chinese, back in 3000 or probably 5000 B.C. invented the first simple computer of the world named as Abacus, they had never thought of the notebooks, laptops, micros sort of small computers or mini, macro and super computers sort of powerful and giant computers with great processing speed.

Guglielmo Marconi, an Italian inventor who demonstrated the practicability of radio communication in 1985, may be he or no one else had thought of extending it to HAARP – (High-frequency Active Auroral Research Project). Weather could be used to a very dangerous extent and as an obvious war tool against humanity because “Angels Don’t Play This HAARP.” and it’s a bitter fact..

When the Motorola Company was planning the first cell phone in late 50’s, they might have not thought of it that the world will soon be on the finger tips of the people in sense of iphones and ipods, and it happened as all of us are witnessing it.

When in 1956, ARPANET tried the successful communication between two terminals in the means of Internet, they might have not thought that Internet will be the fastest and largest medium of information and now dream of “Back to the Future” and the “Time Machine” with the merger of Computer and Internet will come true.

Even the Demokritos, an ancient Greek philosopher, while giving the idea that there is something like atom exists, which was later on proved by John Dalton in his atomic theory, both of them were not even aware that the atom they are discovering will be destructive in the means of Atom Bomb for the future world.

After reading the facts written above,  one must have realized that since decades, we are producing outstanding poets with their heart touching poetry, marvellous cricketers, exclusive dramas and writers who can draw the real picture of the social life of present times, legendary actors, movies, songs or singers, outstanding sessions and episodes of music programs , may be one or two good politicians (keep your fingers cross), in others opinion, maybe we have gotten few good policy makers (still keep your fingers cross cause I think only good policy is lacking in this country)…

But …

How many Inventors do we have who can invent something nobody has invented? How many Think Tanks we have produced? How many Scientists? How many Physicists? How many Biologists? How many educationists? How much new & advance Architecture we witnessed in our country in last 30 years in the means of dams and canal system?

If luckily, you will get any one or even all of them, you can count it on your finger tips.. Question arises why?

Probably, reading up till here will not give you any idea and you will be confused about why the title is chosen as “Young Guns of Pakistan and Today’s Limited Technology.” 

Actually, it is about the youngsters and their limited use of technology.

For example, now a days, everybody carries featured cell phones. Beside its basic necessity, one hardly knows about all of its functions except forwarding messages, using it to tag a photo or change display picture no of times in a day, commenting on status on a social networking site as we love to be limited with unlimited resources and featured objects.

Transferring pictures, songs and other stuff seems to be easy but we don’t want to know how the Bluetooth is working. When someone touches your parked car and it alarms, you just press a lock/unlock button from your car remote and it recognizes only your car out of parked many outside.. why you are not interested to know the reason?

Why it happens that you cherish every moment of DLF IPL for one and a half month, all four seasons of it but still don’t know what is DLF?

May be one is aware that how many films or songs or games can come in 40 G.B. USB drive but don’t know how many M.Bs are there in 40 G.B?

Why you don’t have the curiosity to dig out things??

Just for a moment, Stop forwarding messages, tagging, commenting, liking music, uploading or downloading, switch off the Bluetooth and think for a while that since how long you heard about any drastic change which is made in the history of technology by any Young Gun of Pakistan? How long it has taken that Any Young Gun is coming with an answer of a question which was a puzzle for the world?  How long the Young Guns of Pakistan will take to understand that in the name of using the technology, the technology of today’s, you are only spoiling yourselves, when will you understand the difference that entertainment is required only to refresh yourself  not to kill your time.. precious time.. which is running very fast ..

In the history, when there was no country for us.. world was so far from us and now .. now we have a country but we are still so far from the world..

Let’s hope for the best.. Let’s have hope in Young Guns..

Let’s have hope in our selves

Muhammad Asim

Sheltering under the sheets of sea..

Sheltering under the sheets of sea
how mystical that life would be?
its crests and troughs would sigh at me
how once were they bereft of dignity!

The slimy beings that flit so gay
Jerks up the hearts all along the way;
By meer or shear the imprints gnaw my thoughts
the way a sly look could just leave you at noughts!

Al-Mirabilis

PEOPLES' ACCOUNT

The President of Afrina paid an unofficial visit to the Head of the biggest Bank of Swash Land. The President of Afrina was appointed just a year before, and his Secret Intelligence Agencies had told him that many of his country’s Politicians, Army Generals and Businessmen had secret accounts worth billions of dollars in this Bank.

The President of Afrina told the Head of the Bank about the current state of affairs of his country. He delivered an extended speech against corruption and impiety that had been happening in his country during the past years.

The President then asked an errand from the Head.

 “Mr. Robbins, Please let me know the details about all the Secret Accounts. My people have suffered a lot; this money can bring them happiness. This deed of yours will be a great help”. 

The Head replied reverentially, “Mr. President your stipulate is highly considerable but our Bank policy does not allow us to disclose the accounts information of our Clients to anyone”.  The President entreated him so many times, but all in vain. He then presented him bribe of a million dollar cash and in addition offered him to be the Financial Adviser or Chief of Oil Export Bureau of his country. But Mr. Robbins rejected all.  The President became bleak. He got up from his seat and locked the door from inside. He then took his Pistol out of his briefcase and put it on Robbins’ head.

“You left me no choice than to kill you”, the President said irritably. “Tell me about the accounts before I count till ten or else I shoot”. Mr. Robbins was shuddering with fear. His forehead was all coated with sweat. But still he said,” Sir, You can kill me if you want to but I can’t give you what you are asking for.” President started to count but Robbins remained passive.

After that he triggered the pistol. It was an empty chamber. He burst into laughter and took away the pistol and sat in front of Robbins. He then told the head of the bank, “Mr. Robbins, at this instant I have full trust in you and in your Bank. Gratefully, open an account for me. I want to deposit one billion dollar of mine”. 

CINCH

You Call It Aptitude?

 Have the admissions started?

 Have you filled the forms?

These are the questions whose air molecules have been around my eardrum lately these days. Though I am a senior but my juniors who have just completed their high schools keep talking about it. I in my time had also asked and answered such questions.

Buying aptitude test books and going to aptitude tuition centers for preparation is common among the students. I can understand the former but the latter I can’t. Is it not paradoxical to have APTITUDE TUITION CENTRES? Well let me explain, according to the Oxford Advanced Learners’ 8^th edition, the word aptitude means “natural ability” or “skill at doing something”. So how can you go to a coaching center to prepare for aptitude test? Aptitude is your natural ability which means it is the sum of your intelligence and hard work. It should be enhanced by the love for subject. Different universities in Pakistan have different criteria and the thing which annoys is that universities are also specific board biased for instance I took an aptitude test of a certain university in which I observed that there were topics which the Sindh board or the A-levels student had never studied particularly the topics were federal board. Now this does not mean that I am against federal board this simply means that this is also one of the reasons for joining the aptitude test center. So a person from Sindh board would simply realize that Einstein was right when he said,

“Twelve years of formal education is twelve years of ignorance.”

This is truly a fault of having so many different systems/boards of education. So what is the solution?

As I am an engineering student I’ll opine for engineering universities tests, I believe that there should be a single board of education for everyone and that the aptitude must be examined through an interview with a purpose to test the knowledge of engineering, if suppose a student wants to be an engineer he must be asked what he knows about engineering? What ideas does he have to put forward in future of technology? Lets say if its electrical engineering, one must know what is electrical engineering the student should know the difference between electrical and electronics engineering. The student must be asked questions about different fields of engineering. And most importantly why does he want to be an engineer? I am sure most of the students are forced to become an engineer. So with the written tests along with such interviews we can get engineers with greater intellect. And through the interview part students will get a clearer view of what they want to do and why, be it for engineering, medical or anything other faculty.

The loss of traditional aptitude tests is that our most engineers become engineers just to get the degree and ipso facto people are not using their to THINK.

Adeel Zia

“GOD FATHER”

‘Respect’ and ‘Power’ are two different entities. For centuries, Men followed the Law of Give and Take and it was being religiously followed by even those who were not the followers of any religion.

It was followed for the sake of loyalty, kindness, sympathy, importance of others, understanding to one’s innate skills, acknowledging somebody’s hard work, taking care of other’s ethical, moral, financial values and much more. It was also followed to the highest level of flattery, so by all means, the Law was followed by all, even grudgingly.

Men did it not for others but for their own sakes, so that they will receive the same from the others.

But then the tables turned… 

With the rising of the New World Order for the so called New Modest World, the strange fashion of breaking laws and rules began. It was started by only few who never wanted and believed in the boundaries of Laws and Rules.

As many other laws this law has also been brought underneath their feet and ruined well, slaves of their own selfish souls and nature, lords of few slaves and the lords of few souls,  such souls have only one law and rule to follow i.e. No Laws & No Rules.

As we heard and practiced that for rapid and affective changes; train or convince nation’s teachers, they will build a good nation; similarly for implementing laws and rules we chose ‘Politicians’; those black-hearted chosen ‘Politicians’ to implement the New World Order of No laws & rules..

Equilibrium of respect & power was maintained under the umbrella of the Law of Give and Take. We were nation once, we were families, we were students, we were youngsters, we were elders, we were teachers, we were sons, we were daughters, we were parents, we were friends, we were public, we were so much but now…

Equilibrium of world has gotten disturbed. The job was done perfectly and now new law is being implemented in world’s cities, towns, streets, homes, schools and everywhere. Now you are most respected if you have power, and the name is suggested to this one and only rule is “GOD FATHER.”

Muhammad Asim

Precious

“Again the same gourd curry! I’m not going to eat it”, he commented and left the table.

It was not just today that Sameer messed over the meal; rather, it had become his daily routine.  Sameer was a 25 years old young man from an upper middle class family. It had been a month or so that he had found a good job after completing his MBA.  He was working hard to make a better position in the company.  By nature he was a good person. Most of the time he would hang around with his friends in different food spots to enjoy junk food. At home he would always find faults with food.

One morning he was standing in front of the mirror correcting his tie when the servant told him to the breakfast. His mother and father were already waiting for him on the dining table. He greeted them and for the breakfast.

“Which type of omelet have you cooked”, he said looking at the servant standing beside him. “There is nothing wrong with it”, his mother interfered. “I don’t simply want to have it”, said Sameer and started having tea.  “He is just new and doesn’t know about your taste, it will take him some time to cook according to your wish. You should change your habit of finding faults with the food all the time”, said his father. “I’m getting late”, he said and stood up. “You should have something, child, it’s a very long day” said his mother. “I’ll have something in the office, I’m getting late”, said Sameer and left .It took him two to three minutes walk to reach to the bus stop from his home. Daily he would see small children collecting garbage on the way.

 Today when he was going to the stop, he saw six years old child collecting garbage. He then noticed that the child had picked up something from the garbage, cleaned it from the dust and hid it in his side pocket. “It might be something valuable…Something made of gold...a ring...or a necklace.” Sameer’s mind worked quickly.

“Show me what you have found?” Sameer ask the boy, but the boy held his pocket more tightly.  It was clear enough that he had something very precious. “What is it?” he said angrily, but the boy won’t reply. So he grabbed his hand, reached his pocket and took the solid out of it.  He was filled with feelings of guilt and fear…he burst into tears for being unthankful to God…he never  again  messed over the meal.

It was a dry, dirty piece of bread.


mAria

WE … THE HYPOCRITES

A young bachelor, riding a motorbike heading towards his home is thinking how happy her mother and sister would be to know that he has gotten promotion and handsome appraisal in his firm. Things seems slow to him but at the same time  his brain is thinking too fast about his small world, where in near future he will be in a position soon to  take her mother for performing Hajj and her sister  can be married  in a good family. “I will shift to a good location rather than living in this small crowdy area”. He thought he is not going to reveal about his promotion;  just to tease ‘Amma Ji’ and ‘Aapa’ but soon he will tell them and they will be  very happy.   His mind is working even faster than the speed of motorbike when suddenly … a heavy duty truck which was over speeding crashed into him …. When all those wills, wishes, dreams, were about to end under that heavy duty truck’s wheels, his mind asked one question… only one question and that was … WHY ME?

A 36 year smart sales person, who is been informed by his company’s headoffice representative that his idea of promoting one of the new upcoming product by the company is very creative and innovative among more than 1600 different ideas by other people, he is been definitely selected for 2 years workshops and training package with his family to U.S.A. Company will bear all the expenses of his family with many facilities. He had never visited  any other country in his life but now he and his family will be seeing the places which they only saw in their dreams. The mind is crafting even more dreams when suddenly …. he applied the emergency breaks on his secondhand Suzuki Mehran because few people were firing openly in the middle of the road. Many bullets went across his body….before he died his mind asked only one question … WHY ME?

An elderly face full of wrinkles from which poverty and hunger is drizzling suddenly appeared at the window of brand new Mercedes parked outside the famous fast food restaurant. She begged for food as she was famished.  Inside the comfortable car, a mother of two children was telling them that these kind of people are professional beggars and they don’t deserve to be fed.  The 4 year old son asked his mother “Mama! What if she is really hungry? ” Mother replied, “Son, they are even better actors than you normally see on T.V, now please stop  looking at her and enjoy your favourite meal.  On the other hand, that  old lady gave up, moved away from the car and lied on the footpath. In next few hours the  dead body of that old lady found outside the world’s finest and famous fast food chain of restaurants  asked a question ….. WHY ME?

These stories may seem trivial to some people and are part of our surroundings but we   have closed our eyes from them.

I am not hopeless; few exceptions are there; they are always there.

But for a moment,   think for a while that the young boy with all his dreams killed under the truck could be the resultant of hypocrisy of an individual who gave the road permit to that young under-trained driver who was really unaware of the damage he caused to a family.   

Those killers or their lords are the real ugly hypocrites who have given the punishment to a young, intelligent and the owner of his small universe for his undone sin. 

And finally in that car, that family was “us”. We are the hypocrites who always judge things from our side, not the other side. We always consider ourselves right and others wrong. We are trained and very well trained of seeing ourselves in the mirrors rather than our souls. It’s not like we never try to see our souls, we do, but as mentioned we are well trained in closing our eyes in such conditions. We enjoy to listen somebody praising us but not correcting us. It’s not because we are perfect, nobody is … but we are hypocrites…. not everyone is, few exceptions are there; they are always there.

May Allah give us the strength and power to come out from our cover or may be the tight shell in which we have enclosed ourselves and locked by Hypocrisy.

Muhammad Asim

A MERE REFLECTION

“People come and play their role in your life,but they have to leave, not because they are unfaithful, but because they played their part and it is necessary to complete the story” – anonymous

Doesn’t it happen that some new faces you meet become a vital part of your living? With all the change they bring with their presence in your life by boosting, assisting and strengthening you. Thus unleashing a more vibrant element within you. It may seem that your world would have been completely monotonous, if it were not for them. They illuminate your Life.

Until, a day comes when you realize that their hold in your life has to be broken. They Leave. Perhaps because the departure was mandatory.

We should realize that everything residing in this world comes to an end. It’s a nature’s way of treating us. Strange as it is, accepting the change is the only option. Just as the deep wounds leave its scars, some strong influences leave their imprint. But as every scar has a story of wisdom behind.  A mere reflection on your existence leaves you grateful for the presence of an angel once. ~

-S. Samia Bukhari