tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43317636461732579172024-02-19T04:46:31.581+03:00Nas Says YouNaseema Shafihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032900122848808581noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331763646173257917.post-28107036968305874082016-12-15T18:31:00.001+03:002016-12-15T18:31:29.781+03:00Where to Look? (Fitnah all around you say? Read this!) <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: black; font-size: 12pt;">‘’Everything psychological is biological’’ said some of the most revolutionary thinkers of the past. Thinkers who were solely dedicated to the field of psychology. Now, psychology isn’t the only thing I wish to talk about here, this post is to delve deeper into the sociological and Islamic issue. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-size: 12pt;">More than ever before, we have been <i>hearing </i>about the insecurities projected towards women. I say ‘hearing’ because quite directly put, this is not the worst of times. Infact, barbarism was in its finest shape when people were extremely barbaric. The only difference between then and now is that now we lay greater emphasis on education as we believe that the certain tool is directly relative to civility/chivalry, which might be partially true. But there is always more to the world than what we see. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-size: 12pt;">In any given society, and especially in the community I have been exposed to, I hear some of the most incredulous arguments put forth that ‘rationalize’ the moves of some lowly men and women too. It has been reported that one in three women are exposed to some amount of sexual harassment in their lifetime. The statistics might scare you, but each and every one of us, women, are witnesses to it. Smooth and flat, men humbly and proudly state that ‘we’, the women have brought it upon ourselves. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-size: 12pt;">Now before you draw that sword out from the satchel to slay my words, hear me out. I do not believe in immodesty. I do not believe in women seeking validation from the very crooks who do not dignify her. I do not believe that women have to go against God’s commandment to guard our modesty. I firmly believe that women are bound to embrace modesty and guard their assets, not because we want to ‘protect’ men’s feelings, rather because that is the honour that God has bestowed upon us. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-size: 12pt;">Back to square one, men and surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, many women state that the number of sexual assault cases have been increasing drastically because of the personal choices of a woman. When the case hits the headlines stating ‘woman harassed in a bus stop’ or anything of that sort, the society rises on its feet to barge into her ‘secluded’ world, and know how she dresses and dressed when the incident occurred, and also to admonish her for letting herself loose in the hands of the goon. And I ask the world, have you lost your mind? </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-size: 12pt;">Fairly speaking, the one at fault is the man who laid his disgusting fingers on the girl who didn’t ask for it. Sure, what she wore must have not been acceptable to you, but how do you accept that a man’s hormone is everything that controls him within? How do you accept that it is in his ‘biology’ to do everything that he prefers to do? How do you accept that ‘women’, even the ones at your own home are merely objects who deserve to be subjugated to the vilest acts just because of who they are? If you believed that it is the ‘biology’ alone, then breaking it quite clearly, you need to accept that it is in the ‘biology’ of a woman to want to look and feel beautiful. So, by your argument, the woman isn’t at fault too. How vile has the world become to abandon the morals and ethics that we had been taught in the past? One’s nature does not normalize the disgusting acts put forth by him. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-size: 12pt;">Now coming to the Muslim community, where thousands of men and women believe firmly that it is all the ‘woman’s fault. Why? They have got this argument which goes somewhat like this: God Knew the nature of men, which is why He asked the women to cover. If she doesn’t do so, how can we ever blame the man?’’ Because Oh holy zamzam water! Men are absolutely noble and benevolent individuals that they just can’t ever commit anything wrong! If this is what the Muslims have learned from the Quran and Sunnah, and the Islamic history, then it is extremely distressing to admit that we haven’t learned much at all. In fact, nothing authentic. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-size: 12pt;">People out there throw the words like, ‘fitnah’ (trials and tribulation) and ‘haraam’ (forbidden) so carelessly. According to them, more than ever before, ‘fitnah’ is at the peak at the moment, which can also be said to be true. But what they basically mean is the fitnah pertaining to immodesty, as women these days choose to dress immodestly. And this for the Muslim brothers out there and the sisters is the main cause of the internal disturbances, and all the blame must be put on women because the men just couldn’t lower their gazes! How incredulous! </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-size: 12pt;">If you ever, I mean ever in your life decide to read through the pages of Islamic history, or at least pick up the book of Seerah-Un-Nabi (biography of Prophet (Peace be upon him), you will find that ‘fitnah’ by all means was widespread across the deserts of Arabia. Talk about haraam of the three W’s, and it was just everywhere. Wine, Women and Wealth. Those three had been the 'be all and end all’. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-size: 12pt;">Just picture this, there is this land where men are drowning in the scent of wine, and giving it up is just out of question. Where men take pleasure in the women they want, where daughters were buried alive and wealth could just be acquired in any manner. Be it Riba (interest), or the 40 thieves stealing the gold mountains! Amidst such a situation, and also while other vile acts evolved in the community, Islam entered in the most blessed manner. The religion had been introduced as the ‘truth’ and as the religion of peace. It didn’t condemn the acts they were doing at first, rather laid its fundamentals at first and grasped the community by its sheer eloquence. It gradually cleared the roots of evil. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-size: 12pt;">The Quran and Sunnah changed the hardest of hearts into the most blessed ones. Umar Ibn Al-Khattab (R.A) was one of the strongest men who consumed wine interminably during the days of ignorance. After he had embraced Islam and the verse which prohibited alcohol was revealed, he gave up drinking altogether. Why? For the sake of Allah, for the love of Him, for the fear of Him and to attain complete purity. What lesson does this teach us? </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-size: 12pt;">We learn that it is not the presence of evil that turns us evil, rather our association with evil. The community which states that men can’t lower their gaze or keep their hands to themselves because it is in their ‘fitrah’ to be attracted towards women boundlessly, then know that it is in his ‘fitrah’ to fear and love Allah. What then has pushed him to commit the evil act? </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-size: 12pt;">Clearly, his own inability to control his desires and to satiate the animal within him. Lowering the gaze is a commandment which men and women must adhere to, it is not a choice. Covering up in the right manner is a commandment revealed to men and women, it is not a choice. Looking at women in a way that disgusts anyone out there is not because it is in their hormones, but because they have let the devil play in the finest manner. If we truly followed Sunnah, we wouldn’t be playing the blame game. Rather, we would take the blame upon ourselves and truly accept that we have sinned. Yes, by law you would perhaps look towards them, but anything that is more than that is completely unacceptable. As our Prophet Muhammad (Peace be upon him) said, One look is allowed, and the next becomes haram. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-size: 12pt;">He (Peace be upon him) did not admonish and threaten women if a man lost his control, rather he ensured that the men stay in their noble bounds. An authentic hadeeth clearly reflects this: <span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">Narrated Abdullah ibn Abbas (Radi Allahu anhu): "Al-Fadl bin Abbas rode behind Allah's Messenger (Sal Allahu alaihi wa Sallam) as his companion rider on the back portion of his she-camel on the day of Nahr (slaughtering of sacrifice, 10th Dhul-Hijja) and Al-Fadl was a handsome man. The Prophet (Sal Allahu alaihi was Sallam) stopped to give the people verdicts (regarding their matters). In the meantime, a beautiful woman from the tribe of Khatham came, asking the verdict of Allah's Messenger. Al-Fadl started looking at her as her beauty attracted him. The Prophet (sal Allahu alaihi wa sallam) looked behind while Al-Fadl was looking at her; so the Prophet (sal Allahu alaihi wa Sallam) held out his hand backwards and caught the chin of Al-Fadl and turned his face (to the other side) in order that he should not gaze at her. (Sahih Bukhari) </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; font-size: 12pt;">That hadeeth up there shows that the Prophet didn’t blame the woman as she chose to show her beauty (not aware what she had got covered), rather he shifted the chin of the Sahaba to stress on the point that ‘he’ must NOT be looking at her. When we read the Islamic history, we would know that at the times of ignorance, some women didn’t even choose to clothe themselves. Nudity wasn’t confined to the virtual devices back then, rather it was out in the open. The believers lived amidst these conditions, and they stayed in bounds. They didn’t go around screaming ‘fitnah!’, ‘Fitnah’, rather they remained low key and relieved their desires in a halal manner and kept it all under control. </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; font-size: 12pt;">Akhi (my brother), if there is a will, there is a way. In our community, we need to learn to stop playing the blame game. You cannot just fault the girl for wearing jeans to have aroused the man, rather it was his fault to have behaved miserably! She could walk around with anything, if one truly controlled the whispers of the devil and feared God and maintained his modesty, he would know exactly where to look. </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span></div>
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Naseema Shafihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032900122848808581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331763646173257917.post-7131853095471403002016-07-08T08:43:00.001+03:002016-07-08T08:43:43.029+03:00Belong. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So now empaths have a real problem. The problem of not belonging to anything or anywhere because perhaps they are considered too good to live or someone who is naive. Quite honestly, they are not naive, but they are the ones who constantly struggle to find happiness by doing the littlest of deeds.<br />
You see in a world full of stingy people, there are those who truly want to give.<br />
No this isn't to show off, this is to really reflect because it hurts deep down when your actions are belittled by people and they say that some of us don't know to live.<br />
Yes the bills are going up and oh yes you NEED to buy that resort, that phone, yeah it is a must! You HAVE to get it! But....these things just don't make sense to some people. I was hurt deeply whenever my actions were too alienated and belittled. But then as I sat to reflect upon how my life was turning out, I recalled the actions of the greatest human who had walked on this earth, that one person who makes me cry when I think about him, that one person who fills my heart...that one person who gives me so much hope to live. Our Prophet Muhammad sallallahu alayhi wassalam. How I crave to meet him!<br />
That was a man of empathy, who dared not to be stingy, who would give up his food for others, who wouldn't ever complain about food, or say no when others asked him for something... His heart was gold. No, purer than that. If he would have cared about what people said or did, how could this Ummah stand proud and huge today? Alhamdulilah.<br />
And his character was so beautiful that it shaped others' lives, his wife Ayesha radhi'allahu anha used to perfume the charity she gave to the poor people, and she would give so much that sometimes she wouldn't have anything for herself, yet she remained content. Do you know why? Because she was so beautiful and a woman of tawakkul that she just didn't mind about the worldly elements.<br />
I would be considered a cave woman by some when I try to reason with these examples, but to me or to any of you, their stories should never get old. This disease of love for Dunya has blinded us, the truth of this life was realized by our beloved forefathers who gave and smiled. True happiness is that. To give. For the sake of Allah. To share happiness. When you withhold your money and keep hoarding up, NOTHING is going to make you happy. In the end, it ain't about the paper notes, but the beautiful smiles etched in others' faces because of you.<br />
If you too feel like you don't belong here, then welcome home stranger, just know that perhaps you have this beautiful home up there in the heavens, for Allah loves your deeds when you do it for His sake alone. People will laugh at you and taunt you, but its okay, we dont belong. May the strangers be blessed. Our hearts ain't with us , it is with the Turner of Hearts.</div>
Naseema Shafihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032900122848808581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331763646173257917.post-28495455406565808682016-04-28T13:18:00.000+03:002016-04-29T01:19:47.343+03:00Have You Tied the Camel? <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I read a quote recently that went somewhat along these lines, 'The best feeling of happiness is when you are happy just because you have made others happy.'</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">On reading that, I did feel really happy and it also got me thinking about those who <i>only</i> make others happy. How do they feel? Those people who would let their dreams get crushed just because they would want to see others happy, how would they feel? Is that what we should call wise? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Making others happy is wonderful. That gives you a
feeling of contentment. But there are some of us who give too much of ‘us’ away
to reach the bars set by others. Some may have put you up on pedestal, may be your
statue, and are asking you to climb up there so that the statue could get its
life back. But don’t be too taken away, know that those bars don’t define you. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">That
statue isn’t you. You know who you are, you know your worth, and you know what
you want to do, so do that. Set your bars, set it generously. Don’t be a miser.
I know you don’t set it all high because you simply think you are not all
that great, but drop the perception now! You are! Believe in yourself. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> If you aren’t ready
to let the world know about your dream, then make it your reality, they will
know. Set <i>your</i> bars reasonably high because no one else will do it for you. You got to do it, you know
the laws. Be practical, but also let your heart feel. Don’t ignore feelings,
don’t just think its all mind work, its
mostly the heart. Make sure it loves you for what you’ve done for it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">So, why this title? What has it got anything to do with
tying the camel? The following is the authentic
hadeeth:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Anas ibn Malik reported: A man said, “O Messenger of Allah,
should I tie my camel and trust in Allah, or should I untie her and trust in
Allah?” The Messenger of Allah, peace and blessings be upon him, said, “Tie her
and trust in Allah.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Source: Sunan At-Tirmidhi 2517<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">You see what's that Hadeeth about. It talks about two
most important things : 1. Doing 2. Trust in God. If we want something in our
life, we need to do both of the aforementioned. Both the things are entwined, there
is no imbalanced ratio. We have to try our best and
leave it to Allah.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> There are three kinds of people, the ones who just do and
don’t ask for it to God, there are people who just ask God for what they want
and do nothing and there are people who do both of it. And as promised those
people are granted what they want, if not spontaneously, sometime. Sometime that
God thinks is the best time. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Now that is where the test comes, the test of
patience. When we ask for it, we might think we need it. We
don’t know that every time is just not the right time to have something. Sometimes
what we think we want now may be something we would <i>actually</i> need on a later date. Now
want and need are two different things, so obviously you know what a wise
person does. The person waits for the prayers to be answered <i><b>after</b></i> doing all that was needed for him to do. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">This is where your dreams come in. At this point you are the
captain of the ship with the endless ocean of God’s Mercy pouring over you. Now
the camel is in your hands, you have dreamt of something all day and night, but
every morning you wake up, you find life telling you, ‘Hey I was just kidding
about last night, you can't do all that now, can you?’ and then comes the
mirror, where you are supposed to look at yourself, not just see. Your physique
is in front of you, accept it. Accept yourself wholly, your perks and flaws.
Flaws aren’t a thing of constant existence, they are something that can be
turned into something absolutely beautiful. Your mind may scream at you to let all
your dreams go and stop. But don’t listen! Listen to your heart and know what
truly makes you happy. And do you know what it says?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Just do it. Pray it away!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Your efforts aren't futile, you might not always
have a picture-perfect outcome, but in the end you will create something beautiful. This road is filled with tribulations and life sure has its own way of teaching
lessons. And one of the ways is to let you feel like you’ve lost, but then again,
you're the captain, steer through the storm of negativity, haven't you seen it yet?
The shore you have been searching for? Exactly. YOU chose to steer clear and
you’ve seen it. So now, must you settle? Of course not! Reaching this shore
paves the way for reaching another, and that is why we humans are naturally
spiritual beings and wanderlusts, we look for something bigger. But only some
know to be content throughout the journey. Being content does not mean that you
settle where you are just because you are happy with what you have, it is
actually pretty nice thing to feel this way, but in life, every day should be
a quest for excellence. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Every other day we must move one step towards
perfection, though it is impossible to be perfect. But we must try. Be happy,
feel content with who you are and with what you are doing, but always know that
you can always do better. That need not make you feel bad, that will make you
feel better! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">So, have you tied the camel yet? If you haven’t, I think you should do
it right away because time is never good or bad, it is what you make it. Once
you trust yourself and pull out the rope to tie the camel, begin in the name of God
and place all your trust in him. You CAN do what you want to do. </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Naseema Shafihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032900122848808581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331763646173257917.post-27864478432328190292016-04-10T07:29:00.000+03:002016-04-28T13:21:35.969+03:00In the end. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Walking towards the colourful front,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">something peculiar, it seems to be... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I reach out to grab the colors, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">to paint my sorrows with the glee it boasts, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">As I reach out, it disappears into the whirling wind...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Why? I ask, but no answer. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">You are still a child, a voice in the back of my head said, sigh- society. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Two roads leading to different destinations, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Robert Frost all of sudden was writing in my brain, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">A joke to me, but a flat statement to all. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">But yes, two roads with different destinations did take its form right in front of his eyes, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Not everyone got to choose one like Frost did...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So somehow men stepped into both and fell into pits each one held, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">and were glorified when they got up. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The pitfalls of one was different from the other, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">the one who falls into a pit of one road has to wake up to be glorified, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">and one who falls into another road's pit should turn back </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">and lose hope because this pit was right in the wrong road. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The former doesn't always win, in fact he is more hurt, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">he walks and walks to approach the colorful front, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">he reaches out to paint his sorrows with glee, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">but it is indeed a mirage that disappears, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">but he walks... because he was in the right road with pits that were claimed to be wrong. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Wrong was what it seemed, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">but in life walking on the bed of roses isn't always possible.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The man walks with his one foot in one road and the other in another, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">he did seem like a penguin, or a baby learning to walk, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">he was laughed at and taunted, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">one road pulled towards colors, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">the other one was filled with colors, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">so of course we know which one attracted him more, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">but he knew the latter's destination was mere darkness. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Frightening darkness that had no hope, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">that would chain him up and taunt him even more, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">pleasure, it seemed for others...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">but the demons dont attack when the birds chirp, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">but when crickets do... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">and not when everybody laughs, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">but when one lies in the pool of darkness of night.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Gladly, the penguin he seemed to be,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">he was also as valiant as a lion,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">For men who break bones aren't strong,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Rather who choose heart over head</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And he did.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So he walked,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Soon the mirage turned into something hopeful,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The road which seemed to lead nowhere</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Slowly unravelled to reveal something pure, serene...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Beyond the wordly feeling of success,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">A sense of accomplishment ...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">His dreams came true</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">With persistence</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">But that's not what made him feel so good,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">It was the journey that mattered to him</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">He chose what others didn't,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">He chose to be right to himself before being right in the eyes of others,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">He chose to not to lie to himself,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">He chose to love what he wanted</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">He chose to have faith</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">He chose to get up when he fell</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">He chose to feel accomplished,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And so he felt.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">He was</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">A reassured soul that waited for its final abode.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Hopeful again, me being so meek</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Wouldnt ask why,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Would walk through and dare to choose.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Like he did. A reassured soul is my final wish too. </span></div>
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Naseema Shafihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032900122848808581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331763646173257917.post-36009226719489554802015-11-07T23:38:00.000+03:002015-11-08T19:53:20.896+03:00Just another voice from within...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Clattering of opinions and issues all around me,<br />
Mind in a chaos,<br />
Cant think straight cant sleep peacefully,<br />
Tossing around, this and that,<br />
Too many hopes, too many dreams,<br />
Everything is there in the back of my mind...<br />
But I... I seem to be swimming across endless commitments.<br />
Lost my escape,<br />
For that has now become my obligation.<br />
The last thing I wanted to trade my loved one was for fame...<br />
But now it does seem from far away quite like that.<br />
But this heart within knows...<br />
Knows that this heart is too sensitive to trade anything precious like that..<br />
For something so trivial.<br />
So I would hold onto it.<br />
The one which enlightened my dark times...<br />
The one which I loved heartily,<br />
Shall not be traded.<br />
Altruism it is...but sometimes it is okay to cut some slack.<br />
Get the time for yourself..<br />
For once shut the voices in your brain,<br />
Listen to your beautiful heart,<br />
Is this what you truly want?<br />
Is there any way out?<br />
Is this the one way ticket to some endless journey?<br />
If this is immortal until you, the mortal soul pass away...<br />
How are you going to deal with it?<br />
How will you force the heart to love this?<br />
This the heart shall decide.<br />
Find your weakest spot,<br />
Make them your strengths,<br />
And turn your obligations into your escapes...<br />
This is how I merged my escapes and my obligation into one.<br />
My life without both is now understood would be not me.<br />
Where would I be?<br />
This the God knows.<br />
His plans are perfect,<br />
For now, I would do my best and leave the rest to Him.<br />
He would guide me...<br />
And that is all I need for now.<br />
Assurance of Love and Guidance,<br />
For which the Rabb (God) is always there to shower. </div>
Naseema Shafihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032900122848808581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331763646173257917.post-18484163274940061742015-08-02T19:40:00.000+03:002016-01-21T19:04:31.432+03:00Welcome the bliss...! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Nothing is permanent. We, the animals, our posessions and everything else we see. Everything will perish, yet how we long for certain things to stay with us forever is what baffles me. As I am writing this, my heart keeps wondering about the days to come, the days which are not a reality right now, something unseen and non existent, yet how amazingly does my heart spindle stories about them. Ramadan has come to an end. I have been lost in its beauty and now I fear if I would turn into the same old version of myself. Not that I was bad or anything before the beginning of the ever blessed month, but I was a person finding a piece of my heart missing, a void which nothing could fill. Null. That was what I felt. I prayed for one thing over and over, not that I wanted Mini Cooper right now, but something which only God could give.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Ever since I began to ask Him to fill the void, astoundingly things have been different. We all know the feeling of being sad or secluded. If not, thank goodness, you are indeed one of a kind. There are times when tiny things which people say or do hurts you so much so that your heart literally starts paining, the lump in your throat puts you in loss for words and you feel like the lonely tree in a plain desert. All of a sudden, you feel like you belong to some other species and absolutely nobody understands you, and you know what? It happens, it happens that sometimes nobody <i>will</i> understand you because you simply cant express how you feel, or even if you express, the other person wouldn't just get it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I appreciate you anyway for confronting your feelings and letting it out in the form of tears. But I found an even better cure for it then talking it out, mostly that does solve the problem, but there is this pain which still remains and you have become a clueless human being. And that's when you finally remember that there is Someone above you who is craving to listen to the stories of His creations, but when that creation of His asks the darkness to help him, how do you expect Him to solve everything right away? But He being the Most Merciful solves the issues right away sometimes without even asking for Him to. Subhanallah!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">The point of being sad for petty issues is that we <i>want</i> to feel it and we <i>want</i> to acknowledge the pain. When your feelings are quite sane, your heart reminds you that the issue is nothing to worry about and this is just a speck of dust being thrown on your beautiful heart, but you ignore the goody heart's voices and just ask it to leave you alone so that you can further distress yourself.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"> That's when you go wrong, you should've listened to the goody heart because that could've solved the problem right away. But what's bygone doesn't matter, now that you have realized or are still lingering in the world of sorrow, take a deep breathe and ask yourself, what on earth is disturbing you so much? Is it even worth the time I grieve for? Is this how my life would someday become meaningful? Does grieving make me feel better in the slightest? Lastly, ask yourself, why are you punishing yourself?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">But even after asking all these questions, the positive vibes wouldn't start glowing by itself all of a sudden, you may toughen up and be a hulk but there is something very important that is still missing within. You haven't asked the One whom you should have asked long ago, the only Helper to all the lost souls who ask. That is why you are still wetting your pillow with uncontrollable tears, that is why your heart pricks and pains.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">It is time for you to turn to Him, you have made a mess out of yourself, now it is you who has to pick yourself up and ask Him who guided us all these years instead of letting us wander in the darkness of forests. There are so many things to be thankful for, every single moment you breathe out is a blessing, your eyesight, hands and feet, think about those people who haven't been blessed with these! Thank Allah that you are not worse, ask Him to take you out of this sorrow and and ask Him to fill the void and strengthen your faith in Him, keep repeating, cry in prostration when the world sleeps' do not be ashamed to cry in front of Him and that earns better rewards than weeping without any clue. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Sometimes, your prayers won't be answered right away, but stay patient and keep begging for guidance, your heart will glow out of happiness and contentment. You may not turn rich abruptly, but there will be a kind of happiness that silences the roaring of all the regrets you had in the past. Unfavourable things will happen all the time, but your outlook towards those will change because now you have Allah and you know in the end that is all that matters. This life is just an amusement, in the end, this all would not be all that you thought it to be.</span><br />
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Naseema Shafihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032900122848808581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331763646173257917.post-70837078563468662882015-06-29T04:21:00.000+03:002015-07-15T20:15:53.234+03:00The Holy Land in the Holy Month<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In a city where there is no such thing as silence, a city where lights never go off, a city where cars never leave the road alone, a city where everything happens in a super fast pace, I wonder, is there anything more beautiful and admirable than this place where I have been fortunate enough to enter with tranquility in my heart?</span></div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1tY_ue5RL_0aGFUO5UH6sxJ7MtK7giDgmHuYLxInTBJlGRuwcd2dUg1j219U_pNw0W63OdE8png_-eY3fNrImYVioJ4Wq9pH1KwDTXekokN-yuzA2ZYgUfZ8RX6NQcDRk32P9BZ5XJWE/s1600/2720519558_c8f6fe9ecc_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"></span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify;">In this Blessed month of Ramadan in which peace is the only word which the Muslim hearts speak out, I was fortunate enough to visit Makkah and perform Umrah. It wasn't the first time of course, living in this country and in a city which is so close to the Holy city; one is bound to visit the largest Masjid on this earth often. But this time, I had to mention the beauty of it to the entire world with pride.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify;">So we began our journey; murmuring prayers on the way and longing to pray to Allah S.W.T in this blessed month and craving to reap the rewards by pleasing Him. Hundreds and thousands of cars passed by for the same purpose, rushing to Worship, even imagining so many people of different race, nationality, gender, praying in front of the Lord, and encircling the Kaaba in pure black and white gives me tears of happiness. Subhanallah (Glory be to Allah).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Then, we stopped at the checkpoint, where young police officers smiled with all their hearts and handed over four packets of Iftar package which contained 3 dates, a cake bar and a bottle of water each, and he asked us if we wanted more. We couldn't help but smile at their generosity for one can be quite sure that nowhere would millions of people get food for absolutely free of cost; quenching the hunger and thirst of everyone without even asking asking for it!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> It surprises me because they don't provide food for a few hundreds or thousands, but to all the 1.5 million people who come to the Holy land. No road tax, no food tax, and sometimes they don't even charge for travelling in the buses to the place which is kilometers away! How awesome can they get?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It is not just the people who serve this nation whose hospitality is remarkable in this month, there are others from many countries whose hearts get softened right at the entrance of Haram and are ready to do anything to make others happy. To bring a smile in the other's face is an ambition of all. The beauty of it all brings an inner peace, as though a charm has descended to enlighten the hearts.</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2yBpQNnFau6ePNPlc_fiQdCC5jTUOCEr01bJYbYcnV400575zxBRgEuuMFMfM6zHlYPuTjDmEWZjSnMKPc-Bw8DK5bL4HV-q2ij8smTn6fvpycQ06JylQ5VFjsF2E0PnZGCmgqFlNGcA/s1600/36243-569-1%252816%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"></span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify;">While the men and women walked in the Sae'e area, there were a few random ladies and men standing with a box filled with dates, and flasks of Qahwa (arabic coffee) ready to be poured out </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify;">for anybody who wished to have them. As the men ran under those greenish white and golden lights, they grabbed a few dates, a cup of qahwa and flashed a smile as a token of gratitude and began running again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It is not a thing to be surprised about, this kind of hospitality is seen more than often in the Holy Masjid, but the happiness one gets when serving others is priceless. It was the same for me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Young men of the defense department, scouts and guides, volunteers to push wheelchairs (for people who are not well enough to walk) and the Heroes of Haram who square up a certain area in a minute or two and clean the entire area with the most refreshing scent on this earth etc; are those people who need a standing applause.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">They are such selfless people who do not ask if we need any help, they offer to help. The most beautiful thing about it is that they do not do it to please us alone, they do it to please Allah (S.W.T) and to give us the privilege to please Him with utmost comfort. Our forefathers never had the facilities of today when they performed their religious duties, but today, no amount of words can explain the benevolence of these people and the remarkable work they are doing for this Ummah who come rushing to this Holy Land.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">People of different nations, status, color, each and everyone standing uniformly in a perfect line and bowing down as the Imam (one who leads prayer) commands them to is a sight one can cherish forever. The intricately designed carpets with a fragrance of Arabian Oud, beautifully embroided Qiswa cloth wrapped around Ka'aba perfumed with strong Atr is to be inhaled forever. To get back from Masjid Al Haram is the hardest part for a worshiper as that is the place where every human can realize the meaning of inner peace and love without any boundaries. No matter who you are, billionaire of the world, ruler of the nations, or a person on the roadside, every one is equal in the sight of Allah and in the House of Allah- Masjid Al Haram. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">May Allah Bless them all for the abundance of efforts they have taken to serve this Ummah and may we all continuously strengthen our hearts with generosity. Islam is about integrity, peace and unconditional love, may this be evident in our actions too</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Insha Allah. </span></div>
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Naseema Shafihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032900122848808581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331763646173257917.post-13865638799437505162015-05-30T16:20:00.002+03:002015-05-30T16:20:52.055+03:00The New World (Part 2)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">...As my eyes shot open,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The pace of my heartbeats quickened,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Neither of the two segments seemed real.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There was no complete dread or goodness in the world I lived in,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It was a fusion of both…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But it did mean something and I knew what it was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It was a depiction of the two futures,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It was a reminder for me to act right at this moment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">If I don’t, then I might get caught up in the world where blood appeared in every sight,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">If I did, My generous Lord would bless this world with His unconquerable Might.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">As He is the Merciful and he would never fail to ensure that the mankind was generous to one another…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So this is it. I woke up. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Now is the moment to act, nothing can be better than to begin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So I did. And I realized, changes don’t warn you before they come.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And sometimes some things just happen and that’s how you change…forever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When you change for good, then remember,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">That it is a blessing in disguise from the One Who blesses all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Not a curse, not any luck. But just a blessing.</span></div>
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Naseema Shafihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032900122848808581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331763646173257917.post-52784162101563412172015-05-06T20:14:00.000+03:002015-05-30T16:19:47.610+03:00The New World. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">As the days of darkness emerge time and again, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When the humanity loses hope… somewhere down the lane,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A light shines bright without any flaw or fault. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">As I eye the long pathway, my heart performs its usual somersault.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Trembling with nervousness I place my leg forth to enter<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My breath feels to be different in here,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My smile seems to be captivating to the spectators, but all
I could feel was fear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The world I found my escape into was better, they said…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Where morality lives and immorality is dead.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So will it be I thought…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> The strangers in here
smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The people in here laughed, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The women in here were honoured,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The men in here were dignified, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The children in here cherished…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Everyone in here lived. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Unlike the world I come from where<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Blood was a river, humans weren’t what they were defined to
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Land was a sheet of pricking stones, seas were permanently
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The blue of the sky was painted grey and reeked only of
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But now I am here after travelling across times leaving
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A land unknown, filled with strangers but yet a bond like no
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It was…it was…interpret says my heart<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">for dreams don’t mean a thing or two, they may seem surreal
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">‘’Thus awakens the slumbering lioness, thy greatness leaves me spellbound. Mountains to scale, seas to cross, skies to fly and
waters to surf. Here I am again; being the lioness I always wanted to be’’. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Being a woman is an honor. Being born as a girl is the best
thing in itself that could happen to her. She may not get to wear those ripped
jeans, that pricking spiked up hairstyle, those sticky gels, may not get to
hangout until 4 in the morning, etc etc… But, she is the most honored one in
all the ways. You know why? Because she knows to live her life even if her
wings are clipped off. She knows to find her way out of the darkness even
without a kindling fire on the torch. And you know what, dear patriarchal society? Thank you for
giving us this privilege. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I write this for all the women out there being one among
you all billions. I wouldn't say we are oppressed or suppressed; we are merely ignited, because we are the flame that doesn't explode but yet do not extinguish the
determination burning within ourselves. Firstly, thank Allah for who you
are. Proceed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sticks and stones may not hurt but words do, said a little voice long ago when the world chanted that sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me. Being a woman, neither the sticks and stones nor the words should hurt you because that’s how
strong you are meant to be. People passing by laugh at us and think of our
ideas as a joke. They may think the illuminated lamp we have enlightened in our
mind once upon a time will flicker and fade sooner or later because the reason is
simple, we are women, someone who is born to listen when the world transmits
ideas, someone who is allowed to dream in her sleep but yet when she wakes
finds nobody by her side to convert those negatives into an actual picture. Despite
all this, she steps forward and reaches the firmament to live her dream and that’s when the world has to gaze at her with admiration and say, ‘indeed you have lived for your name’. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I do not say that we as women are naturally allowed to do
all that the men do. I honestly do not go with the idea because if Allah has
created us to be in a certain way; then it is obviously for good as who knows
us better than the Creator?</span><br />
<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Real women realize their boundaries, they know
their rights and they know what to do. But in the middle comes this whole set
of opinions which pulls her down the scale of excitement from 10 to 0, because
at times, all she could think of are the ways the things went wrong rather than how righteous she has been under every other obstacle she has undergone. I agree that it’s the human nature to be inclined towards negativity,
but dear women out there, nothing should bother you if you think what you are
doing is right and is within the limits of what God has ordained each one of
you. He hasn't placed any burden on us but simply asked us to be the filament
that holds this humanity together because we are compassionate, gentle, loving and
exceedingly caring. Men can do that as well, but they haven’t been blessed with
the motherly qualities which only we can possess and the love which we can
shower upon the deserving ones will change the world.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxgC4wD4zTQpJsVUh1YTNGIcNaYVN6NbbNLryKeQPnEtfiUf3-Dz9yO_PZcKVK3dYSdnv8zo3LSjisEfnIHxxVGS0t1JwrJkExG_bMEupkr90yRlCl7FT-06_4lHhc58MKbb9KFNeIO4o/s1600/c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxgC4wD4zTQpJsVUh1YTNGIcNaYVN6NbbNLryKeQPnEtfiUf3-Dz9yO_PZcKVK3dYSdnv8zo3LSjisEfnIHxxVGS0t1JwrJkExG_bMEupkr90yRlCl7FT-06_4lHhc58MKbb9KFNeIO4o/s1600/c.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></span></a><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Our words may be
typed behind a veil, but it holds a value like no other. Our deeds may be
hidden under thick garments and screens and the world around you may think that
you are growing terribly insane with your work, but Allah knows your intention.
You know what is the best thing about being a woman? It is that little
emotional element within our hearts that would bind the world together. Every work
a woman does, it has a little piece of her heart poured into it. She may be a teacher
and there she shows the love of a mother. She may be a doctor or counselor, there
she also becomes a sister to you, she may be an entrepreneur; there she would
be the Ms. Wise like a grandmother filled with wisdom and loyalty. That is who
we are women! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">People may consider our tendency to be emotional as the
weakest quality of ours, but what is better than befriending the biggest enemy
when it comes to a battle? Here, the battle is between your dreams and the conventionalized
opinions of the world. The weakness and enemy according to people is your
emotional self, but now I think they have to think twice before uttering
anything because you have just befriended the biggest enemy! When you do good
deeds for the sake of Allah and have that inner peace, world begins to revolve
in your favour. Petty issues do bother us and yes, we do have boxes in our
brains that gets mixed up with one another, but in the end of the day only a
woman can respond rightly to the millions of gathered up questions a man has in
his mind despite the flood of thoughts overwhelming within her tender heart. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Each one has a story of her own and I am not here to degrade or disrespect men for they are great and without them, world would turn berserk. I
respect and honour them beyond the limits. Being a feminist means different things to
different people and I am not a feminist, (if you abide by the definition of
any standardized dictionary) but I am just the one who tries to be humane. Being
humane means to consider the entire race of humanity and I wish everyone I met
and will meet in life was and will be humane as that is the quality which defines you and your humanly physique. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Now you may throw your words on me and yes it hurts inside
but only a little as for now I have shielded myself with the words of the Lord
who gave me the privilege to be the blessed one. Alhamdulilah for everything. </span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVj9XZid-7lYLQQm3PVQP7Was4JXButqAAEhatRiSUe2SBOFYJaJX6AL33kgFeMx_H-fBVC6rQ4n4OipH9TAr15s3oZOhK6bdoNWOCYkSjE2fQ2UYHmrp6oIcAsw3VpgB84i8fSH-zV6c/s1600/EmpTree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVj9XZid-7lYLQQm3PVQP7Was4JXButqAAEhatRiSUe2SBOFYJaJX6AL33kgFeMx_H-fBVC6rQ4n4OipH9TAr15s3oZOhK6bdoNWOCYkSjE2fQ2UYHmrp6oIcAsw3VpgB84i8fSH-zV6c/s1600/EmpTree.jpg" height="276" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">‘’You may clip my wings
and ask me to stay, but my Healer would come to aid me, you may shut me in the
darkness and ask me to never emerge again, but my Light would come to show me
the way. You may hide the stars away from me, but He is there above to open up
the roofs of the world to let me admire them in awe, for if He wills, anything
can happen. Just like those stars that twinkle high above, like those clouds
fluffed up with joy, like the wide opened arms of the sky, like the waves that
wash away the sorrows imprinted on the sands where men of past and now walk
upon; we wish to be…we hope our dreams are noble, gentle and rationalized, aren't they my dear mate? ’’. – a woman.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">A passionate self so precious, a head to hold so dignified, a moment to cease to the utmost, a decision to be made so wisely and a life to live so happily. Multiplicity of tasks assigned to one soul that a man holds onto to so dearly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Shutting my eyes tight I try to let out a sigh of a relief midst the crazy ride I am on to remember to be thankful that I am still breathing well and my pulses are in a perfect mountainous harmony. I assure myself once again that this is all temporary and one day long after now I will not have to worry if I am still running or if I have fallen aback by a second.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">So many people to care and love, so many decisions to be made and only one opportunity is given for all, every second matters and all we want at times is an escape to the snow mountains where we need not care about the world and make snowmen all day and night. How nice would it be to run away from what life throws at us? I know some of us folks love challenges and love to live an extremely busy life, but each one of us have felt once in the middle of our tasks to break out of this darkness we are trapped in and finally feel the chilly breeze and the hotness of the bright sun’s rays.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Frustration lives within a corner of our hearts and most of the times it is given a position which it does not deserve in any way. We let it out and scream our hearts out. It is okay they would say and I say too but at the same time it’s harmful, hateful and extremely regretful. Controlling the anger is probably one of the biggest challenges give to human beings and of course a strong man is not the one who can break and bend irons but the one who fights his anger. Smiling like the baby in Teletubbies (in the end of the episodes, a joyous baby in the form of sun) all the time isn't really possible for us to do because at times it is just not right for everything to be right!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMFFmY7t7iR_qysLO-x4sCeLR2zkTKYhdUSFeS9kSIoK4s_WAHA5WM7MMyLxgecwyYjiLB1yJA4a3lOqT-aLJlggzGMD9Yq9hElFRoSMicDaQttYJ1Z3EyMu_N5TJo5t__9HxeJoas7f0/s1600/tangled-wires.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMFFmY7t7iR_qysLO-x4sCeLR2zkTKYhdUSFeS9kSIoK4s_WAHA5WM7MMyLxgecwyYjiLB1yJA4a3lOqT-aLJlggzGMD9Yq9hElFRoSMicDaQttYJ1Z3EyMu_N5TJo5t__9HxeJoas7f0/s1600/tangled-wires.jpg" width="320" /></span></a><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">No human being is granted an all happy, joyous, wonderful and a complete harmonious life because it is simply life and it’s not meant to be any of that, yet we all wish for that right now. None of us actually like problems though some of us are adventurous we do not like the ‘actual problems’ and disentangling all the tangled wires of your problems is the challenge given to you all and doing that with patience only makes sense and there is no other way to get those wires straightened.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> When we take the tangled wire problem literally and I am sure that my readers would have tried to at least disentangle the wires of their headphones once in their lives. So, when you try to pull out the wire and put all your frustration in it, it further gets knotted and now you have got a double knot and your pressure is in the peak and then you go like ‘alright, its okay… it happens to everyone, now let me try patiently’, then you let out a sigh and cautiously pull out the knots and make sure that you don’t lose your calm, you put your fingers in the middle of the knot and try to pull the wire with the tip of your fingers; then you see it coming out slowly like the egg that’s hatching and…Voila! You did it mate!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Just like those wires, our life throws in a lot of problems and they aren’t small ones like that but way bigger. But do you know what the beauty of life is? No matter what, the philosophy of the human existence is the same. Each and every human being may be different from head to toe, but the fundamental rules and ways to live his/her life is the same and has been the same for generations. The consequences, problems and solutions may be different but the way one has to respond to the consequences of ones life is fundamentally and basically the same. Faith in Allah, patience and critical thinking are the three most basic things one has to consider. Lives are different, problems and people so diverse but the humanity is bound together by a common language and that language is not spoken or necessarily understood but it’s just there and you can feel it at times and when life gives you the opportunity, you can even experience it and get a taste of life as the good old men call it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">No matter what happens, you may feel your blood boiling up and your life throwing jack-fruits at you and it hits you hard on the forehead but there is someone out there who is way downtrodden than you. Your life may seem hard, imperfect and pointless but there are people who aren’t even aware of their existence. I haven’t been a part of all your lives, but I can say that when you think about the way things are in your life and hear out the weeping ones out there, the stories of their lives might sound horrifying than yours. At that point all you will want to do is thank God for making it all easier for you. Always remember, you are NOT the only one. </span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> We are humans and we are imperfect, sometimes breaking the ice that’s frozen within us just seems right and I do not call it wrong but make sure when you break the frozen part of yours the sharp edged pieces don’t prick into other’s hearts as that would be the moment when a miserable saga would begin.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Do not compare yourself with others who appear to be happy all the time as each one has their own problems and their smile may be just a mask to conceal their sorrows. Most of the anger issues can be resolved if one stops doing that.</span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Some issues may go to a deeper level, but the point is, nothing is permanent. Change is bound to happen and whatever may be the solution to the problem you are facing, it awaits somewhere down the lane and you would see it sooner if you prevent the wires from getting tangled further, instead be patient and try pulling it all out with utmost calmness. Smile (THE BEST THING A HUMAN COULD DO).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> <i><b>Note: HELLO! So, this is my 10th post in this blog and am extremely thankful to all the readers! I hope this post serves as a special one to you all and reaches you at th</b></i><i><b>e right time! </b></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Years long separation mending ties.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Discussions all around,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Justifications too; but I see that
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">To stay away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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forget everything<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">That wrinkled and talcum-like soft hands<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Which has been yearning for the
warmth of your own hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Those cheeks have been wrinkled,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Yours have become rough with stubble that pricks,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She smiled, you frowned. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She held her hands out so that
your fingers may entwine,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Supposing that even today you
would say ‘you <i>are</i> only mine’.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Her hopes crashed and tears soaked
her wrinkled skin<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Where have you forgotten your kin?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My dear mate, don’t you see the
firmament wide<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The soul by your side<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The trees that sway to the song of
the breeze.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Remember the cold days when you
feared she might freeze?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Those days when the bonfire was
lit, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And you smiling at how perfect
your hands fit<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> into her small ones?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Things have come a long way<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Is there anything else left to
say?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The clock is ticking<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Her eyes stare at you intently
without even blinking<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You bow your head<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Glued to the light illuminated<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You laugh at the lame joke<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Have you recalled the last time
when you and her spoke?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Waiting…waiting…patience…patient…Her
heart says<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> As hope burns and so does love… both in their
own ways.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Renew it all, take off your eyes
from the device<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There she is waiting for you! So let it begin anew.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Let past be forgotten, sins be
forgiven, for now what matters is your action<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Which means the world to her and
her heart would now call for a celebration<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Finally, I got it all back she
would declare<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And you could do nothing but stare<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">At those glassy eyes glowing with
pride and happiness<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Then you know, my mate what in the
world meant bliss<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It is not in crossing levels of
candycrush, not in obtaining hundreds of close calls,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It is not in breaking the swords
and you virtually being a knight…it was all false.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This is the truth, the love, the
bond and now you get back to righteous path<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">For time and tide waits for none
they say.</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> She calls for goodness and not wrath.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You choose the right one,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">As your life is in your hands and
in the hands of none.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">God destined and created you with
a heart and brain,<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">For you to guard yourself and never let your dignity stain. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Why don’t you learn from the signs
and forget the science?</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He repeats that He is the Most Merciful, </span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Clear are the proofs when we locate ourselves every time we get lost and are reduced to a lone soul.</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Feel too tired of sins and ashamed to turn back?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Don't let the sin wrong you once again as</span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> He is Oft-forgiving. </span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Run back to Him and to her whom you left all alone,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As both are waiting to shower
their immeasurable love.</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And He is there to make everything right,</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> As His love for you is beyond your comprehension to understand or to contemplate with all your might. </span><br />
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Naseema Shafihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032900122848808581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331763646173257917.post-37356710260683281882015-02-11T18:56:00.000+03:002015-02-11T18:58:19.642+03:00The Lost One! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><span style="color: #e69138;">Throughout life people will make you mad, disrespect you and
treat you bad. Let God deal with the things they do, cause hate in your heart
will consume you too. __Will Smith</span></i></b><span style="color: #660000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjErRbZcoUQfjZOm6PBYoshSEZN1ecswRhV_Rbmmt7hTXRHTo_w6zAziQRK_PZ6tebTiwt_hNpe4vWrLqcXhNSOWL_hek9NruGN9N61PeKimt6Pu6XYvz2tcyFRcR_pOt2x3EuZWhB2Ptg/s1600/darkshadow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjErRbZcoUQfjZOm6PBYoshSEZN1ecswRhV_Rbmmt7hTXRHTo_w6zAziQRK_PZ6tebTiwt_hNpe4vWrLqcXhNSOWL_hek9NruGN9N61PeKimt6Pu6XYvz2tcyFRcR_pOt2x3EuZWhB2Ptg/s1600/darkshadow.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">There are times in our lives when we feel hopeless as though
there is no purpose for us to have fallen into this earth. Memories dig its
hole in our hearts and we feel like we are not better than the person we were;
in fact we are worse off. A stagnant feeling like the wind has stopped blowing
all of a sudden and the ship we sail on moves no more and like the life we live
has a meaning no more arises within us. But, I don’t think that our lives have
lost their meanings but it was just never discovered. We were created from a
piece of clay and were made into this human being who has a heart within which
beats constantly and a brain to think which keeps sending its sensory messages every
second. As I type now, my brain sends a message to my fingers to press on the
key which says ‘K’ and ‘E’ and I just wonder; how can things be so perfect?
Subhanallah!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"> Many people have come
to me and talked about their problems and asked me; ‘okay, now what am I
supposed to do?’ I would provide the solution which I think would be the best
for them but I always wished to ask them one thing; what do<b><i> you</i></b>
think you are supposed to do? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">We feel lost at some point in our lives and we want <i>people</i>
to find us. But one thing I would say is; if you have lost yourself and tried
hard to figure out why people don’t come to you; then you aren’t searching for
a solution but you are complicating the problem you are trapped in. Instead of
wondering why people don’t pick you up each time you tripped, you should try
hard to get up on your own feet independently and find the reason as to why you
have slipped off in the first place. Cursing the stone by which you tripped won’t
solve your problem because it wasn’t its mistake to be lying in the middle of
the road or on the pavement where you happened to be walking; it was your
mistake to have not seen it just like every time in our lives we curse the
people who cause problems to us but never think of the reason as to why does it
happen to us in the first place. I thought it was senseless when people said
‘we invite problems’ but now I know that the statement is partly true. Most of
the times, it is we who create problems on our own or just complicate a small
issue by overthinking and exaggerating the situation. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">We have seen people worrying and ruining the little moments
of their lives when they had to live happily cherishing the precious seconds of
their lives. Its their worries which make them look older than they are and its
their worries which gobbles the happiness. The reason being, we humans are
those creatures who find faulty assumptions better and pleasing than the good
ones. Even in the wide ocean, if we find a cluster of dark particles floating;
to our eyes the beauty of the blue is lost and only the dirt is seen which disgusts
us. No matter how overwhelmingly happy we are; when there is an issue to worry
about there is always a grief in the corner of our hearts. That’s when issues
become problems and vice versa. Mostly, thinking about an issue just solves it
right away because there is a tint of positivity in thinking that ‘it is not
impossible to fight the problems’. But there are times when we think about the
consequences we had to face because of the issue and cry our eyes out for all
the pain it had caused and eventually we turn to look out for sympathy from
people and forget that all we need is to get out and face the world alone with
empathy of some truly caring people because no matter how close a person may be
to you; in the end we are all alone and we are accountable for what we do. That
is how individualistic we are created. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">It is always good to talk to someone close to you because
surprisingly at times, when you blurt things out; you feel extremely happy as
though a burden has been lifted off your chest. When you feel helpless, do
anything other than be quiet and cry all day and night; instead speak to
someone who you feel would listen to you or just write in your book/diary or whatever
but most importantly ‘pray’! Trust me, prayers do wonderful things to you and I
wouldn’t ever find the right words to explain the peacefulness you acquire when
you have cried in front of the Lord and communicate with Him opening up your
hearts. You would have never felt your chest lighter than that moment when you
have washed away your sorrows by confessing everything. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">People may hurt you or taunt you; but life goes on because they
do not have the power to prevent the clock from ticking or rule your mind or
heart. Don’t let people’s words rise to that eminent position because they don’t
deserve it. It is you that matters and your life is in your hands. Petty issues
like the atoms in a molecule don’t deserve your attention because you rule and
overpower them and they can never do the same. Life may seem hard, but we were
created for a purpose and that is to worship the Creator and live by His words.
When we abide by the norms He has set, everything would be fine. Fine doesn’t mean
a world without any problems; for problems are tests and Allah gives the hardest
of His tests to the strongest of His soldiers. When you find people whom you
think are absolutely happy and have nothing to worry about, remember even they
are being tested but the difference is that they are being tested with
happiness and joy and they would pass if they are thankful and live with piety
and so will you because every time you shut your eyes to ask Allah for a
solution, you are remembering Him and when you do so, place all your trust on
Him and keep trying and asking and do everything in your power and surely He
will offer you a solution, but patience and perseverance are the keys to
satisfaction. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Life is ten
percent what happens to you and ninety percent how you respond to it. _ Lou
Holtz</span><o:p></o:p></b></div>
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Naseema Shafihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032900122848808581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331763646173257917.post-20974402313241077102015-01-30T00:15:00.002+03:002015-01-30T00:15:36.530+03:00Sipping the Pleasures, 'The New Hot!'<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Billions of people, trillions of stories and infinite
expressions. Diverse people, the same oxygen is what they breathe but yet each story
of life untold with a twist and spice of its own. Some bad and some good, but
one thing does hit the minds, everything did happen for good. Believe it or
not; that is true. A loss of reputation or something dear to our heart like
self-esteem causes a pain which is quite inexplainable. The feeling or the
sorrow cannot be simply put into words for one may not understand even if the
most mawkish words were used. But understanding happens only when an individual
puts himself/herself into the other person’s shoes and look at the world from
their eyes. At that moment, everything begins to make sense. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Too often, we humans have the tendency to get into a
conclusion. Some may perceive an extreme form of good deed as a bad one and the
others may do the vice-versa. But whatever the case maybe, we judge. There is a
famous saying, ‘that which you witness is a lie, that which you hear is a lie;
only a deep understanding after investigation is true’. When I was quite young,
I didn’t understand whatever this meant (I don’t think many children do), how
come something I see could not be true because I see it. Well, the apparent
meanings are what struck the psyche all the time. But of course, now all of us
know what this actually means. The biggest problem of the entire nation of
humans is their tendency to judge people by their looks, apparent deeds or the
so called facts prevailing around <b><i>about them</i></b>. Seriously, fellow
humans; facts of a person? Where are we living? What have we come to? <o:p></o:p></div>
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A stranger comes up and tells that XYZ is so and so; and you
just believe them blindly. Why? Have we ever thought about that which we are
talking about before starting our conversation? Gossip is made extremely lustrous
these days that it doesn’t seem wrong anymore. But, little do some know about
the consequences a gossip or rumour could create in one’s life. Digging the
past and misunderstanding the whole issue of existence of an individual reduces
a noble human being to a downtrodden individual in just a fraction of seconds. One
minute of talk is enough to destroy the reputation of a person that he/she has
strove to build since years. Is this what our forefathers taught us?<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMbki_gkucS5PBVZNyooWMliy2fj7I_-VEUa0XoOhNf2ih8_Z8CP-N-mQpfHRhi-Pc36J873EqLTD7dUStD9VutnQkf6-USQDwWsItaJFXdD1cT3q6G53qiP8LY1_KOETXdeGkuctIMfc/s1600/download.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMbki_gkucS5PBVZNyooWMliy2fj7I_-VEUa0XoOhNf2ih8_Z8CP-N-mQpfHRhi-Pc36J873EqLTD7dUStD9VutnQkf6-USQDwWsItaJFXdD1cT3q6G53qiP8LY1_KOETXdeGkuctIMfc/s1600/download.jpg" /></a>Talking isn’t bad. Personally, I myself am a talkative person;
you can even call me Ms. Chatter Prattler. But, talking about someone else is
worse than anything else. In the words of Islam, backbiting is equal to eating
a dead brother’s flesh! On hearing that, don’t you feel like as though someone
is pricking your sense with a highly pointed needle? I am no noble human being,
none of us are perfect. At some point of our life, we are bound to talk wrong
about someone else or just gossip about them, but we, as true believers or just
a human being need to consider the consequences of the words we utter. Words are
precious; once thrown out; they can never be taken back. They cannot be retrieved,
but they can be recycled; only if you take a step down your ego ladder and
proceed to ask forgiveness to the person whom you may have hurt directly or
indirectly. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Before thinking about the ways you can stop talking behind
someone’s back; we need to know what distinguishes between a normal talk and a
gossip. Before uttering anything about a person, ask yourself ‘if the person whom
I am going to talk about was to sit right in front of me now, will I be able to
say that which I am willing to say right now?’ That one simple question can
change the whole way you converse with people. As I wrote above, each and every
person in this world has a story of their own. We do not know the perfect reasoning
or consequence a person has to deal with; for we are mere observers and they
are the ones who are living their hearts out. With all the social media around
us; sleeping at night has become a chore and some of us do it only because not
doing so would cause serious health risks. Otherwise, most of our good times
would be spent in knowing or in other words <b><i>stalking</i></b> other’s
lives and trust me; if you find anything good about that individual, you may
forget that in a few days but if something close to bad seems to pop out; that
is enough to fuel the conversation for one whole week when even the worse of
writers become great storytellers and guess what; they sound so factual! <o:p></o:p></div>
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ours which differentiates us from laggards. We need a drive in our life and to achieve
the goal we must communicate. We meet people every day and in the extremely
inter-connected world we live in, we have got the opportunity to be best
buddies even with the person living under the oceans (mind the hyperbole,
nobody lives of course, or do they?). The point that matters is the subject on which
you ‘converse’. Weather it may be workplace, school, market, party or wherever;
you just have to remember the principles you have set in your lives and should
always remember to put yourselves in the shoes of the person whom you are talking
about. The other individual (the victim in here) may be an ethical or a
complete unethical person; but that does not matter, for he/she also holds onto
a soul like you do and he/she also has heart within which cringes on hearing
the negative remarks of the people around him/her. It’s not just women (as popularly claimed)these days who talk a lot
and gossip A LOT, it is men as well, sort of like a trend eh?</div>
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Be careful with your tongue, for it either makes you
compassionate or it may betray you. Use it wisely and remember to begin the
process of recycling if you have ever at all thrown some litter out there. Wish
you all happy days ahead! Talk wise and share a happy slice of your life with
someone close to your heart! Do not waste your short life here by dwelling in others’
lives. Care and share but never betray. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Naseema Shafihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032900122848808581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331763646173257917.post-82854980592176899852015-01-17T23:35:00.000+03:002015-01-17T23:42:10.556+03:00That Honorable Lioness!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">‘’I was a good student, a voracious reader and a good writer
at times when thoughts sharpened its edges. But now… where am I lost? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Once I hated those mourning serials which were packed with
negativity. I always loved to look at the perky side of life and I was filled
with determination and hope to change the unjust conventions and to some
extent, I hope I did. But now, I am left with no other option other than to
look at those mourning and lackluster soaps. I wonder; am I addicted to these
things or am I being forced to being the typical one?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Is this the life after marriage and kids? Sometimes I feel
as though I am lost in a beautiful maze which makes you want to laugh and smile
throughout but yet it gives you the feeling that you are trapped inside it no
matter how sugar-coated and lucrative it may seem. I know deep down that
somewhere I lack the warmth of my passion which made me want to rise above the
skies once upon a time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Soon after marriage, a woman’s life changes, at the
beginning, everything seems to be a gift, even the hurdles would seem to be a
present wrapped with thorny wrapper. It’s all beautiful, filled with surprise, delight,
romance and dreams.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Then, life takes its turn to surprise us all of a sudden; it
changes the woman to be a more responsible person. Expectations and hopes of
people around us rise higher and when you fail to meet them, there is an
unavoidable grief that grows within you because of the so-called wise advice
and comments. There is nothing wrong in having new obligations and duties by
your side because it is bound to happen to everyone. But there is something
wrong within us and the blame is not to be burdened on anybody else. The fault
is ours. We lose a part of ourselves in the wonderland finding a new treasure
without knowing that the treasure is nothing other than your ‘passionate self’.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I forgot my favorite book, author and even some of my
friends. But that forgetfulness wasn’t forced by anyone, now I realize that it
was my fault that I let myself loose when I had to be rigid trying to hold onto
my passion and fervor even when other things seemed striking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There may be numerous changes taking place in your life, but
you are you and nobody else other than you can find the missing part of the
puzzle called life! No matter how long we drift away from our ‘youth’, a woman’s
life turns out to be the same but it only takes a different exterior. Nothing changes
internally; an onlooker may find that you have changed, but nothing within you
has changed if you are still finding a part of you that is lost. When you
realize that you still burn with passion and know that something has to be dug
out; trust me you are not the looser. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">If you haven’t found until now, why fret? Search for the
real you after your kids or even grandchildren, but never give up. Once, you had
a dream to be fulfilled and those dreams weren’t the ones which you saw during
your sleep, those were something which didn’t let you sleep; and that’s what
you are searching for! Never underestimate yourself, you are not a burden; dear
woman, you are a blessing and if you consider yourself timid and weak; you are
simply underestimating the power of the lioness slumbering within you. Let it
out and be a gentle lioness!’’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So, those were the humble words of my aunt who is in a way
my inspiration. I hope I have put her thoughts rightly. I couldn’t wait to put
this particular article on my blog as I am extremely inclined towards the
subject of feminism, women power etc. etc. As much as I know, women are the
best dreamers but only some of them have fought for their dreams as warriors. Let
us change the perspective of women being the timid persona of our society. Some
of the women out there have found themselves long ago as they didn’t care about
those gawking looks that the society gave them. The perspective of others don't always matter because when you change the way how you perceive different things
in your life, eventually things take a turn and you will find the world
revolving around you. Occurrences need not be favourable every time but every
other occurrence has a meaning of its own and the mystery is best unveiled. What
would our life be without a little exploration to find a huge mystery?</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Naseema Shafihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032900122848808581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331763646173257917.post-78753139016540737012015-01-08T17:04:00.000+03:002015-01-08T17:04:24.288+03:00The Huge Embrace! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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where, not a single soul is aware.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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have written above talks about a man who lives in my residing area. He is
extremely old, quite a hunch back I would say. He walks forth and back, from
dustbin to God knows where. He collects the waste and throws them into the
public bin in my area. I never had the nerve in me to go and ask him what he
was exactly up to. Just another type of ignorance shown by me, but I always had
the desire to help him; but I just didn’t know where to start it all from. I do
not know the story behind that noble man and I am nowhere close to judge his
present or past. But everytime I see him, one thing does click onto my mind,
not necessarily something about him though. I generally think about all those
old people who are suffering similarly and those old parents who can be taken
care of extremely well, but instead they are on the roads finding nowhere to
go.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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cruel things happen in the same world where we have learnt that paradise lies
under the feet of the mother. What an ecstasy it would have been for her when
she first realized how important she was for this world? What must have she
gone through when we spent our cozy months inside her womb? What must have she
felt undergoing all the pain but yet she held it all up for she wanted to greet
us with her smile? What must have she felt when the same son she held in her
hands threw up his hands in air and screamed on her face to leave him alone?
What must have she felt on losing her self-worth and eminent position that
Allah has blessed her with? Have you ever given a thought about what she undergoes
every second she sees you in trouble? Will you be ever that child whom she
would proudly declare to be the best and will you be ever that child because of
whom she needs not be ashamed in front of Allah or anyone in this world? </span></span></div>
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about the father without whom life would have been just as plain as the sandy deserts?
The sleepless nights he had spent with your mother to support you, the
immeasurable love he poured out to you, the genuine smile he gave you when
things went wrong, when the wise words hit you when you were absolutely
blindfolded by the so called pleasures of the world; the days he spent working
just because he had to give his children everything they wished for; the modesty with which he let you dwell into
your dreams and leave off the worries to him, and so on goes the list.</span></span></div>
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forgotten everything? I am afraid that the answer would be a ‘yes’ by few and I
am happy that the answer would be ‘absolutely no’ from many. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">To say what
they have done for us is needless, but to think what <i>we</i> have done for them is
highly important. It is not the materialistic things that they ask for, they
just ask for your support and love because that’s what they were hoping to get
back when they nourished you all along. There might have been differences,
world of conflicting thoughts, endless arguments but let us put all that behind
and get on our feet to act rightly. You were once a kid and you asked them a number
of questions for which they answered happily with a smile, but now they hardly
ask you one single question and that too about your well-being but you just
snap at them. Now, you may realize how far we have come.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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too late, run back and embrace their pale bodies. No matter what happened, in
the end; yours and their unity is what matters. A wreck in the relationship of
mother/father with children is just too horrendous to hear and let alone to think of
living in such a manner. They have put
their hands forth for your warmth long ago, but when are you going to do the
same? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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(RA) said: A man came to Allah’s Messenger (PBUH) and asked, “Which of the
people is most deserving of my best companionship?” He said, “Your mother.” He
said, “Then who?” He said, “Then your mother.” He said, “Then who?” He said,
“Then your mother.” He said, “Then who?” He said, “Then your father.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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Naseema Shafihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032900122848808581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331763646173257917.post-36938328688574867392014-12-29T18:38:00.001+03:002014-12-29T22:07:34.277+03:00A Few Reforms! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">‘’As years pass by, the fact that hits me is that I am not
immortal. Life is short here; amendment is to be made throughout the different
phases of our lives. Let our amendments this year make up a resolution and let
the signatory be you and your promise to God.’’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Ignorance is something that prevails all around us these
days. Something which is too common in the little world we live in. We meet the
same person over and over again in the wide circle, but yet, we don’t remember
how important the person was to our life even for a few seconds. We are humans,
we make mistakes; terrible ones in fact, we may forget a lot of things, but
forgetting a person isn’t something which we can relat e to the so called nature
of ours. It is mere ignorance, I would say, the little attention we pay towards
the other person. People we meet have </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">become too petty that we don’t give a
second thought about them. With all the things bugging you, there are adorably
good things you are blessed with; it isn’t necessarily the tangible possessions
which you cling onto most of the times. It is the people you meet, the
conversations, the emotions that thrive within you, the lessons you have learnt
from the few words exchanged between them and you and the distinct character of
the other person that lets us ponder over the wide world we </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">live in and that’s
what makes us realize what it is to be truly blessed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A lot of folks live in a bubble, which may pop off easily if
they poke it a little. But the truth is, they don’t want to pop off the
bubble and they suffocate on and on within it and that’s when everything
becomes too much for them to handle. When we live liberally, inhaling the icy
breeze and sensing the fragrance of the wet soil, understanding the language of
humanity: the respect, dignity, honorary and kindness is when we live
inclusively.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> You know, a life like
the Disney princesses have, happily ever after isn’t going to come to any of us
as long as we live in this world, hurdles may be coming in our way at every
point of our lives. We think that including everything in our life burdens us,
it is not the inclusive life that burdens us but it is when we think about our
own little world we have built around us that when life becomes a heap of sand which
would slide off at any moment. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">These days, most of us talk about individuality and human
rights (i think it should be named as person-rights) and fight against each
other to be<b><i> the</i></b> victor. How awful? At one side, we talk about
honoring and praising the dignity of each and every human, but on the other; we
fight against each other to win the title of being an ‘individual’. When did we
lose those days when the mantra of ‘all for one and one for all’ was chanted as
though it held some supreme power that it would bring in double the wealth we possessed
every time it was thought or uttered?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9O4mjnHi-yPm-k1zb7ltShxNjNo9E-hivV7Yp7Acolwswpso7Vz6RPKEGjuMFBCR1sP6UQPXRehWMw1GiO306Vf5aHiKfv0trYVSobtzjmuZe2z4uD_VYQhiR_GGLzP_Op6bxhitJpyc/s1600/ideologies_4b8d75fed90ac_hires.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9O4mjnHi-yPm-k1zb7ltShxNjNo9E-hivV7Yp7Acolwswpso7Vz6RPKEGjuMFBCR1sP6UQPXRehWMw1GiO306Vf5aHiKfv0trYVSobtzjmuZe2z4uD_VYQhiR_GGLzP_Op6bxhitJpyc/s1600/ideologies_4b8d75fed90ac_hires.jpg" height="354" width="400" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">World is spinning at a super pace, a lot of things go
unnoticed. But a few things on which our sights luckily fall upon have to be
remembered. A person will not be honored or dignified until he/she dignifies
the fellow earthlings. Love is the language of humanity, hatred is language of Satan;
we all have a battle to fight, not<b><i> between</i></b> ourselves but against
the negativity and timidity (cowardliness) which is buried <b><i>within</i></b>
us. Life is short here, there may be a tomorrow or not, there is no forever
here for us to dream of a tomorrow when our relations will be mended and our
sorrows and hurdles will be vanished. Before it’s too late, turn to your Lord
and ask for forgiveness for the person you’ve been and pray for the person you
want to be. It’s never too late until you live. Resolutions are always the HOT
topic before a new year, so is yours now to live an inclusive life and to pop
off the Mr. Bubble?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Naseema Shafihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032900122848808581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331763646173257917.post-50513677919686808932014-12-20T23:46:00.001+03:002014-12-29T18:53:05.962+03:00A Little bliss! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was my birthday just two days ago. From the day I was
born into this earth, I have been taught that the date of my birth meant
nothing bigger than the other days. It is simple, there is no reason to
celebrate my birthday, I just grow a little older and I have fewer years to
live, that means I have BIGGER responsibilities. To express how I felt on hearing few sweet words from a few people on this birthday would
be quite vague, but I did feel one thing, I am blessed ABUNDANTLY.
Alhamdulilah!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Many of us think of life as something which has to be
survived and not to be truly lived. Now you may be wondering about the
difference between these two terms; so I thought of coming up with an equation
(hey there, math lovers). So, here it goes! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i> Surivival=
existence-living, Life= living+survival</i></b>. Now the question is, what is
it to live a life? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">To live a life cannot be defined by me or anybody else
because living means different things to different people. For a poor boy, struggle
to find a piece of bread might be the meaning of life, for a rich entrepreneur,
making millions upon millions might be what he defines as life. To live a life
isn’t necessarily to find bread or make millions, it is to find what one truly
wants and on the end of the day, it is mere happiness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_JwViklrC3QCwx0EubnvSqGTL6vJiifZR6QhHP5BbBk-DYCKu0nG8hT9RYMuKljjx0PLhNLZ136sUBtWht8EGNNfZrmzuuZKHZmeEw9IPafsYR4LrDqeiDq7goLJRo0xTYT3utpmqXkU/s1600/happiness-wide.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_JwViklrC3QCwx0EubnvSqGTL6vJiifZR6QhHP5BbBk-DYCKu0nG8hT9RYMuKljjx0PLhNLZ136sUBtWht8EGNNfZrmzuuZKHZmeEw9IPafsYR4LrDqeiDq7goLJRo0xTYT3utpmqXkU/s1600/happiness-wide.jpg" height="250" width="400" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Every one has their
own issues to moan about, a kid mourns about his/her broken toy while an old
person about the constant physical pain. A person being content, even with all the
problems is the one who is to be called a healthy person. Problems may be different, but they are <i><b>problems</b></i> after all, as the old idiom says, we all are in the same boat, but you know what? The boat
which we are moving on does not have gaping holes to let us sink ruthlessly. On the contrary, it is filled with hope and happiness to let us all sail for miles unknown. Somehow,
all of us are fighting against the water for one thing, <b><i>contentment </i></b>is
the word.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Elders taught me one thing, there are no problems without
any solution. Same is the case with the problem of being content (that is how
we made it today, <b><i>problem</i></b>!). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">You can never be content with what you have as your desires
do not have a full stop. If today, you think you would be extremely happy if
you get an increment of<b><i> JUST a </i></b>1000 dollars and you somehow get it,
then tomorrow, you would want to get 2000$ more. It's just a human nature and
it's not wrong for us to wish to be better. It is completely okay. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But many of us are too busy trying to find a day to live our
lives that we forget to live on the way and finally, when the day comes, it
would be our last one. So, before it gets to that worst point, let us go by the
wise words and try to be happy with what we have and NEVER EVER forget to thank
the Lord for He has blessed us abundantly. Flaws are a part of us and the only
way to live with them is to accept it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">What I say here isn’t something foreign as our forefathers
have lived that way, so there is not chance over here for you to say that the world
is practical and my words are just another set of philosophy! Our forefathers didn’t
have all the world’s wealth and even if they did,they didn’t gobble it all up for themselves. They learnt to stay
happily with what they had as they knew that they were blessed and they knew
that the essence of happiness is not realized when we <b><i>alone</i></b> smile
but when the smile is shared with a couple of others. Even the air we breath
and the earth we live on is a blessing. If even the minor things like the shoes
you wear count, then just try counting your blessings ! But unfortunately, you
are going to fail just like me since it is <b><u>COUNTLESS!</u></b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now where does it all stand? If we are okay with what we
have, then why do we need to look for something which we do not have. It does
have a reason, for a wise man; not long ago, advised the world not to settle
and to keep looking for what we want (you ought to guess who he is). Happiness
doesn’t necessarily mean that everything is perfect the way it is, it is just
our perception to see it all being fine, and our accord with our hearts to
never whine about the imperfections. Make the imperfect ‘perfect’ and your survival
a ‘living’. Follow your passions with BIGGER responsibilities by your side. Do not
look at your dependents and responsibilities as a burden, even they are a blessing;
only if you give a little thought about it! Happy living!</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Naseema Shafihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032900122848808581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331763646173257917.post-23985671205380357832014-12-11T22:25:00.001+03:002016-03-20T16:43:04.871+03:00A few shillings!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I complain about my imperfect skin while she complains about
her gorgeous one, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I complain about my shrinking wallet while she complains about
her exquisite prosperity,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I complain about my distasteful food while she complains
about her delicious entrée,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I complain about everything that life burdens me with while
she complains about everything that life blesses her with.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Somehow, many of us are one of those who think the other one
is flawless while we are the most wretched one, aren’t we? Those were just a few words that shed light
onto the marathon lives we are living. Winning and losing have become two
things that act as the very base of our existence. Gone are the days when rain
was the most cherished blessing of all and euphonious laughter was one of the
few things that gratified and not the shrieking painful cries of earth mates. These
are the days when Mr. Wealth, the hero of our story is being turned into a
villain.</span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>Turned</i></b> as it is not our hero who is
committing the crime, but it is the fingers that hold him force him to commit
crimes, how many, countless is all I can say. But unveiling the negativity is
not what I am here for; the mere purpose is to find diamonds in the deepest and
darkest of mines. For the deeper, the better, the darker, the richer. I would
still say hope exists, because in the same</span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">wide world of hunger for ENSUING
there are others who think that life has a purpose, everyone is blessed,
everyone is ONE and there is no difference between the man of the throne and
the one who lives in rags, at least when he is born.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">The same air, crops, water are what we live upon. But in the
middle came the wealth which caused the whole disparity dividing all of us and
changing our perceptions from 'all' to 'me alone' and from 'contentment' to 'improvement' (so called). The sense of feeling that the one who is above you by
means of something is far better than you has caused this whole new dogma which
does nothing but sink you into the sea of frustration and discontentment. Constant
comparison has now pulled us along with it and now here we are, all alone
facing the world which frowns at you and shuts the doors of kindness. But nothing
is unchanging except for the change. The will to look back, correct the errors
and connect the dots which you have deliberately left unconnected will change <b><i>everything</i></b>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Pray, love, care, share, smile and look for what you really
want. Money may come and go, need for it is inevitable, but making it the only
purpose to live will slay your legacy which is going to live on forever. It’s not
a mistake to be rich, but what makes you rich defines the actual morality. Earn,
but never hesitate to share; grow wealthy, but never forget to spare a minute
for the homeless person standing in front of you. If at that moment, you feel
to cling onto your money and cannot even think about giving a few of your
shillings, trust me, my friend; you haven’t learnt the purpose of life YET. But
now, you have, go on and try for once to open your heart and feel what it feels
to be truly rich and there you go, you are already living a life…!</span><br />
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Naseema Shafihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032900122848808581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4331763646173257917.post-19056209243562899342014-12-09T20:08:00.000+03:002014-12-29T18:51:42.148+03:00A Little Wave! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 19px;">Where does it all start from? From the cries or the waves?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 19px;">Wondering much? Well, I wouldn't prefer the least to annoy any of my readers for the first time they have laid their eyes upon my work, so let me begin by a sweet hello which you must hear and glow!</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 19px;">The reason as to why I started this blog isn't something remarkable but a humble beginning to what I want to really do one day, and may be this might act as a little drop to form the huge ocean that I wish to sail upon. Maybe, this will grow to be an Ocean, who knows, after all, everything is in the hands of Almighty, isn't it?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 19px;">I have always found a tremendous power in words and I believe that they are sharper than anything else that exists in the world. They can unite two countries and also rip them apart; and the number might not be limited to two. One potent word, and everything goes ‘whoooosh!’.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 19px;">I have always wanted to write to let people know what I want to say to this world. I want to let them know the nobility that’s prevailing and that which prevailed. Sadly, the cruelty can’t be ignored, but we can keep that aside for now. As what matters now is NOW, and what touches the little heart beating inside all of us are optimistic words and the world is in an urgent need for it and that is what I am hoping to do; to let you all know that there is a ray of sunshine even in the darkest of days.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 19px;">So for now, this is it, Insha Allah will reach you all with goodie good words on the coming greater days.</span></div>
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