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Here is a collection of quotes that you need to remember in every day life. They're written by Andy Rooney, a man who had the gift of saying so much with so few words. Of course, they're here just to make up for my lack of activity, but life just got demanding. Anyways, enjoy. --- … Continue reading A Collection Of Quotes
It's been awhile since I'd active over here. A month, I assume. The reason was simple: I was waiting. There's been enough of melancholy and blood in my blog, too much politics and tales which don't have a quite convenient end, not in this world, anyways. So yes, I was waiting for something almost...magical (seems … Continue reading The Seven Children
Today, while driving past a busy traffic signal, I came across a man who forced me to put my camera down and look up- which is a big thing, considering how much hard it is for me to put that device away. We were in a hurry, an everyday story- late for the dentist appointment … Continue reading Heros – But No Capes
Yes, it was fake. We all know that by this point. Nevertheless, let's be human. It's a fact that people died that day, a hoax or not. 2,976 Americans. 2,976 families. They were the victims of a devious drama, no one should go through what they did that day. No one deserves to die like … Continue reading 9/11
Today, I finally read about the Rohingya Muslims. About the atrocities committed against them. About the evilness in the world. And those barbaric Buddhist, people who wouldn't dare harm an insect, but are willing to crush the little fingers of children by running them over with a motorcycle (and yes, that has taken place. A … Continue reading When will this stop?
And this, this post is not meant to be here. Perhaps in the pages of my journal, or the back of my poetry book, but there, I feel as if it will rot away till it becomes a fossil, dug up and left to be decipher, but sadly, not understood, by the man of … Continue reading This Rain in My Eyes
Its been six days since I've arrived home, four days since my college test and one year since it's rained. When you've studied from four in the morning to two in the night (*sigh* the things we medical students go through), it takes more than fifty six hours to regain the normal functioning of the … Continue reading That blocked road
There come days when life hits you so hard that every hill you ever transgressed is reduced to a pile of ashes, when you jump across rocks and tumble down from a pebble, and then life gets the last laugh (annd tust me, life looks every ugly while laughing. Kinda like that monstrous one of … Continue reading Comments, Words and Palastine: No I’m Okay.
I appreciate Peter Adewumi for nominating me for The One Lovely Blog Award, this is the first nomination. His blog is awesome, you can visit it here. The Rules: Thank the person that nominated you and provide a link to their blog. List the rules. Display the award on your post of the award. List seven facts about … Continue reading One Lovely Blog Award
Recently, I got a very lovely comment on my blog post "The Shoeless Kid". I was typing a relpy on my new mobile when I accidentally clicked the delete button. I haven't got a hang of writing using a mobile yet, and that might be why my thumb carelessly pressed the trash button. I don't … Continue reading Reply: do read if your comment here went unnoticed
On my way to the academy this morning, I passed by this board that swang between two trees. I ignored it, considering it another marketing add, the ones that adorn every corner of Pakistan. It reappeared as we turned for Karachi company (a sort of market), and then again on the back of a punlic … Continue reading Burhan Wani
Two days ago, on Chaand raat*, I walked the richest streets of Islamabad for some last minute shopping, when I found this kid hugging the bed of the concrete floor. He slept a little far from his Burqa-ed mother, his eyes shut, his body curved into a comma. The mother held out a few miswaks … Continue reading The Shoeless Kid
Dedicated to the children of Syria, You kids are the real heros. --- It's not the melody of the birds, but the cry of a mother of three, Her meaningless words of despair, her unheard agony, That greets me every morning, but I've learnt to go to sleep, I tell myself that her devils aren't … Continue reading Mother of Three
A small "van" attack was carried out just hours ago by a non muslim driver against Muslims praying taraweeh (a sort of prayer) in the Finsbury Park in north London. The crowd of Muslim worshipers while leaving the mosque late at night (because taraweeh take up a lot of time and effort) were run over by … Continue reading The “Van” Attack
To the One who Wronged, Remember that week before the first Ramadan, when your mother encouraged you about fasting? When your father talked about the taraweeh animatedly and your sister smiled at the mention of Iftar. And the way you, too, felt a buzz in your ears and a desire, a small, dwindled flicker perhaps, … Continue reading To the one who Wronged,
via Daily Prompt: Volume <a href="https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/volume/">Volume</a> I watch her, that mother who cradles her child, On the screen, the reporters mute her volume, She holds the little one gently, but take a look at her eyes, And behold: a wild fire,the mayhem of a typhoon, From that hickory brown cliff comes a song, louder … Continue reading Muted Volume
(all due respect to Makkah, Madina and the general people, I only have a problem with the government) --- Today, I want to talk to you about four common names with quite uncommon stories. I am sure you have never heard of them before, neither did you hear much about what happened to them. A … Continue reading A Forgotten Story
Racism. A vial term, so openly practiced in today's lifestyle. Yesterday, in Columbus, Ohio, Rahma Warsame, a Muslim female, was beaten unconscious by a white male, that too for defending another Muslim women from harassment, as per Columbus Chapter of American-Islamic Relations. The attacker even yelled, as witnesses told afterwords, the following words of hatred … Continue reading Rahma Warsame
Waking up to find the news on another terrorists attack this time in London, England, all I could do was sigh and get up for life. Oh, just another day where the media would blast out allegations at my religion and random people on the street would scream at my fellow brothers and sisters in … Continue reading Today’s terrorists attack- a Muslim’s POV
--- His mind knew the secret his heart ached to flee, "Why not a happily ever after, for me?" "It's not the very after you seek, weak one, A wrecked soul, tormented and weak? For reflections of painted heavens, poor one, Face storms, that drench one from head to knee? An oblivion is … Continue reading The Cost of Sleep