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Wednesday, 30 July 2014

Some people don't love lightly. They just don't know how.

Some people love like electrical plugs; they can simply unplug and the power flow stops until the plug back in (either to the same socket or a new socket). Other people love like starfish; they can be pulled off but they often leave a piece of themselves behind. The appendage which they leave behind will heal and regrow, but it forever alters them and they are never again the same

Hope is sitting in the dark, but knowing that the sun will rise.

Broken people are more caring more giving and more beautiful then the beautiful face.

Maybe it's time to just understand each other:
"Sad people have the gift of time, while the world dizzies everyone else; they remain stagnant, their bodies refuse to follow pace with the universe. With these kind of people everything aches for too long, everything moves without rush, wounds are always wet."

Live through the pain. Stumble. Fine. Learn to do what needs to be done. Learn what needs to be learned. But then. After. Turn back. Turn back and teach others how to do it too.

The way we should view any blessing, talent, or success we have:
I am not an extraordinary person. I am an ordinary person who has been given an extraordinary gift. That gift is not from me, nor does it belong to me. It is only in my care. For an appointed time. It was given, and can most definitely be taken.
This is the essence and foundation of the believer's response to the loss of any gift: 'Inna lilahi wa inna ilayhee rajioon" (Indeed we belong to God, and to God we return).

When we think we're perfect, we expect perfection from others. When we start to recognize our own weaknesses, we begin to be more forgiving of the weaknesses in others.

"Perhaps you might be asleep while the doors of Heaven are knocking with tens of supplications for you, by a poor person you aided or a sad person you cheered up or a distressed person you brought relief to. Therefore, do not underestimate doing good at all.”

--Ibn Al-Qayyim (RA)

Everybody heals the broken pieces in different ways, some turn numb & block everyone out. When in despair turn to dua, when in need of regular guidance turn to prayer, when in
need of understanding turn to Allah. The harsh world makes some people bitter and some people softer,
depends on how you decide to heal your pain.

“It's good to have money and the things that money can buy, but it's good, too, to check up once in a while and make sure that you haven't lost the things that money can't buy.”

Passing Cloud
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He batted his eye lids continuously to chase away the sleep creeping into him. The mechanical noise around him had no power to stop him falling asleep, but the ache in his heart had defeated his desires of a comfy bed and a peaceful sleep.

 He watched the lifeless body lying on the bed next to him. The oxygen mask could not hide the wrinkles of sufferings in her young face. Her heavy eye lashes were shut tightly as the dark rings around her eyes have not left room for them to open. The rhythm of her breathing made him breathe difficult.

 He thought the next moment he won’t be living to breathe. The thought forced his eyes to check the monitor next to her, changing its digits more often, the waves of her pulse rising up and down. The beep of the machine annoyed him; he couldn't sit there anymore, for he knew the truth. The lifeless machine will malfunction any time; it will stop leaving no troubleshooting options to the life. A warm drop of tear slid down wetting his carelessly trimmed beard.

He squeezed his eyes. they ached as a result of staring at the monitor for hours. But he had no choice; his email account was flooding with unread mails, business mails and notifications from his friends. He ticked most of the mails to delete without viewing them, for he knew what they said. 

As the clock struck he jumped on his seat, one after midnight and he was still staring at the computer, trying to sweep and clean his mailing account.he breathed out a heavy breath. It has been few days and he could not read a single mail. He shook his head and closed his eyes for a second, but closing his eyes closed the gate to the world he was living now and opened the door for the bitter truth he did not want to live in. 

He fluttered his eyes open and painfully stared back at the screen, his fingers shook as he tried to move the cursor. Scrolling down, his eyes stopped at the bottom of the mailing list, the sender’s name gave a shiver to his soul. His lips twitched slightly, mocking his helpless thoughts. His upper lip caught between the gritting teeth as he waited until the message was open.


Hi honey,
Assalamu Alaikum,
Hope and wish you are fine as always with the grace of Allah. How silly I am to type a message to the person whose breath can be felt while I typed this message, you are hand’s distance but still I feel like you are miles away from me. What am I doing waken up at this time?

Just want to say that I love you the very same way I did before, I’m sorry for hurting you with my sharp words when we had a row or two. It was not meant to hurt you but to bring you back to your commonsense. All what I feel now is that, my bad temper keeps you much away from me. But still I feel lonely when you neglected me, had time to talk to others and little to share with me. 

Sometimes I wished if I was your mobile phone or the television for you paid less interest to me than those gadgets. Please do forgive me, for sharply pointing out those mistakes of yours. It is not that I hate you, but it is because I love you, I want to spend every single second with you for I know this life is short. I fear to face the truth, the bitter truth in life. Today or tomorrow I won’t be there for you or you won’t be there for me. But still, I’m wrong. I should not hurt you.

May Allah guide you rightly, bring you under the shade of the truth. May Allah give you happiness alone, and keep you smiling always, may Allah, give you a highest rank in Jannah and grant you with a beautiful palace and fill it with laughter and joy, forgive you sins even the size of mustard seed and accept every good deed even the size of an atom, may Allah protect you from the greatest enemy and make you a person that shaitan fears to walk close to and a person whom Allah will love, Ameen!

That will be my duas for you, no matter whether you feel good or bad about me my dearest husband, and yes, I know even you pay little attention to me, you never betrayed me or will never hate me, it is just that you show less and store much in your heart.
Love you always,

Tears followed one another, rolling down veiling his eyes with moist. The computer screen blurred as his mind brushed the past. That was just another day to him, and for her. 

A bitter moment it had been that, he as usual ignored her when he lied down next to her. It was the best way to neglect her when she annoys him with her attitudes, she expected too much. 

He cannot spend the entire life making her happy, giving up all his desires. Why did she wanted to start a quarrel on that very same day, the world cup finals!
“wish you had more time to talk about our future than watching at that game!”

She had mourned when he switched the television. The cheering noises of the crowd streamed through the television and filled their small apartment. He frowned but did not hurry to reply her. 

Pretending as he did not hear was the best reply for such comments, he had thought angrily.
“wonder how you become deaf all in a sudden! Ah! Now he’s not deaf anymore…so answer, I don’t mind!”

As she began the telephone buzzed, and she snapped angrily. He picked the phone as he was the only living being in the house. The kids were fast asleep and who else was there? As usual it was a client. The anger was washed away and smiles and politeness embraced him. He was pleased to hear his client than hearing her endless complaints.

“how silly I am, talking to a person who continuously ignores me? This is the last time and yes, I will never talk to you”
She said tossing her head to a side, and then grabbed a bottle of water and strode into the room. His lips curled hearing her swearing.

 Wasn’t that what she always says, but she will talk to him, smile and giggle and then suddenly will begin the very same topic and begin a quarrel again and would end up swearing the same words.
On that night, when the match was over he walked in to the room and had been relieved to see her sleep hugging the little daughter. Although he felt sad for her, he had promised himself that he would make her smile tomorrow.

That was the day she had typed this message, drifting back to the message he thought painfully. Why had he waited for tomorrow? Why couldn’t he wake her up and say that he loved her? 

Why did he waste his time watching that match, without spending few more minutes to whisper something she would like? What made her feel miles away from him when he lied next to her? Why? Why? His heart throbbed; a lump of lava was burning in his throat making him difficult to swallow.

“We are sorry, but she is not cooperating!”
As the chief doctor said, he turned his gaze towards the woman lying on a hospital bed, feet’s away. His sharp teeth bit his lip to hold his tears. He felt as his throat was tied with a thin thread. The chief doctor tapped his shoulder and walked away leaving him alone in the room. He watched her, with clouding eyes.

“Why did you do this to me? We need you, my kids need you”
His beaten thoughts whispered. He paced slowly to the bed; his shaky fingers grasped her faint fingers. They were frozen, he rubbed as he could give back the warmth those slender fingers had before.

 The fingers which knew to stroke his hair when he desperately needed someone to care for him, the fingers which hurriedly cooked for him, the fingers which took care of his children, the fingers which had the power to sprinkle love when sadness crept into family, the fingers which were furiously had pushed his hand away when he had hurt her….the tears he tried to hold within him began to slid down freely. 

As his tears fell on to her hand, he felt her fingers move. He squeezed helplessly.
She opened her eyes slowly; he walked further close to her. The oxygen mask moved an inch as she tried to greet him with a pale smile. His grip tightened.

 He was lost in his thoughts as his eyes peeped into her eyes, swollen and reddened with tiredness. There had been a time he adored those beautiful eyes, there had been a time he admired her beauty, but as time passed he was tied with more duties and had less time to spend with her, his soul mate.

 She had been lonely when he had gone out, seen the world. All her world had been his home with his children. She had lived as a bird whose wings were cut short, for she had sacrificed many of her desires to please him and his family.

 All she expected in return was love but had he satisfied her with what she wanted? He loved her, still he loves her. But the ego has stopped him showing the love for her. Responsibilities blinded his eyes and held him tight not letting her know how important she was. 

Days were spent as there will be many years to live together. But how short the time he had spent with her? This was life, as regrets filled his heart he could feel how guilty he was. The guilty conscious made him low down his gaze helplessly.

He heard her weak voice. He swallowed the painful thoughts and looked at her, confirming her children will be taken care with love and love alone. That was the only memento she was leaving for him. He nodded trying to hold his tears, but he failed.

 A tear drop rolled down as a pearl from the corner of her eye and smudged on the white pillow.
“I will, I will take care of them…I promise you!

She lifted her right hand to point him. He bit her lip as sadness crept into his mind. How much love does she have for him and all what he did was ignoring her. He dropped himself to the wooden chair next to the bed. 

He hugged her hand and wept, for he did not know what else to do. He missed her, he already was missing her. How can he live without her presence? Why had he been ignorant all these days? 

Why hasn’t he seen the truth with a broad mind? He had neglected a precious stone for worthless rocks. Why? Why?
he felt her fingers running through his hair. He caught her right hand too and kissed every tip of her frozen finger with endless love.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I’m sorry…forgive me…i neglected you”
His voice trembled as he said pleadingly. What if he had listened to her? What was she complaining about? She wanted him to pay little more attention to the family, she wanted him to discuss with her before he took a decision regarding her family. Why had he been so selfish?

 Why had he not given chance for her to talk? Not because he thought himself superior, but he had thought she would not oppose. She had never opposed him with anything. She had been mourning yet finally she had supported him with his decisions, by giving him even a penny she saved.

She found her voice and said with a trembling voice. Hearing her pale voice pricked his heart with thousands of needles. He shook his head several times.
“why? Why do you have to leave me…I can’t …

He tried to speak but something heavy was stuck in his throat, it pulled every string of it down giving him a severe pain. At the very same time the beeps of the machine increased. Sweat gathered as he was panicked. He saw her finding difficult to breathe. The gap between the breaths stretched, watching her struggling he forgot to breathe.

 Tears began to roll down continuously and he screamed. His grip tightened her fingers. The waves in the machine began to change. The staff rushed in to the room, forgetting he was close to them. He watched them helping her to survive, but she was not helping them. 

His eyes veiled as he took a deep breath. Watching her suffering was painful. He had known her more than a decade, but she had been the other half of him. She had been his best friend, though they had bitter moments in life. She had understood him and sacrificed her life to please him and his children.

 She was too young to have a heart attack, but this was life. Death is for sure, someone in his mind whispered. How easy it had been to neglect the closer ones and please the strangers? How easy it had been to excuse a stranger for his faults and punish the one who was much closer? 

How easy it had been to give priority to worthless things and neglect the ones who crave for the love of ours? His mind blamed him; he watched her exhaling the last col breath out with a swollen heart. She had gone; leaving him beside, how can he express his love for her now? He kneeled down hugging his face, hiding himself from his guilty conscious.

It has been days, no one to complain, no one to quarrel and no one to annoy him with mails and messages, but still he missed them…he wished if he had given time to listen to them. She had been a passing cloud. He had been under the shade of her, feeling warmth and cold but then she had moved…he was left alone, watching the empty blue sky. There will be many clouds in the sky, but will not be the same cloud he had seen, loved and adored.

Life is meant to revolve around both ups and downs. when theres a turn to pass the dark tunnels be strong for you will surely see the light in no time . When you are inside the tunnel do not let people sympathies you or do not listen to the people who are pessimistic for it will put you down and will make you irrevocably weak and will destroy the hopes of seeing the glimpse of light at the threshold of the tunnel.

Naz Haider
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Explosions in the background
Rock my hut as we eat
Ummi prays silently
While Abdullah hides under the sheet

We run outside
On the rubble we play
Bullets and guns, death and blood
Welcome the palestinian day

Whenever I shiver
At the sound of a bomb
To Allah I call out
Don't know why ummi cries
Abba has been sleeping long
And his name over and over she shouts

Ummi says life is unpredictable,
So she always holds us close
But I feel I will see a better day
For Ummi sweetens my cup
With a few drops of hope.

It hurts...

It hurts,
It hurts seeing someone cry
Crying in pain and loss
It hurts seeing those tears
Gliding down with agony
It hurts seeing them scream
Scream pleading for life

It hurts to see empty tables
It hurts to hear a child pleads for more
It hurts to see an elder refusing to eat
Instead, shares his morsel with his child
'You have to live, unlike me.'

It hurts to see her moistened eyes,
Purple rings circled around her once sparkled eyes
It hurts to listen to her melancholic story
How she lost her pride and dignity
The beauty of her was sucked along with her innocent soul
Leaving her with scars to suffer all her life

It hurts to see no arm stretched to comfort
A soft word to console
The world snored as we fought for our breaths
It hurts to see our sons being prisoned, chopped and buried
Our daughters being tortured, raped and killed

It hurts to see no love in hearts
It hurts to see that blood has no value
It hurts to see everything go unheard
Everything go unseen
I wish I was blind
I wish I was deaf and mute
I wish I lost my last breath
But I chose to see rather being blind
I chose to hear rather being deaf
I chose to voice rather being voiceless
I chose to face the reality rather running away from my life
Life isn't promised with smiles alone
The greater the trial the closer the love of the God will be
I wasn't born to be a loser
I'll fight, fight to live my life


Tuesday, 29 July 2014


Dear all...
Taqabbal Allahu minna wa minkum wa kullu 'aamin wa antum bikhayr (May Allah except it from us and you and many you be well every year)... Ameen...

Eid Mubarak.. May u have a prosperous and blessed Eid and may u have a joyous and spirited Eid day with all your loved ones.. Ameen...