Wednesday, March 2, 2011
THE LAST CALL....
''Sana, Sana'', called her mom. ''Coming mom'', replied Sana, while turning on her computer. After 5 minutes Sana's mom called her again but this time there was pain in her voice. Again her daughter carelessly replied : ''Just a minute'', she wanted to turn off her computer but still she wanted to take a moment. There was no one at her home, besides she and her mom. Her mom was a heart patient. By this time Sana's mother was trying to bear the pain but her will power gave in. She started to think about her future, not knowing that she'll live the next moment or not. She wondered that ''If my young child didn't come now then when I become old and tired and call her than, She would definitely neglect me completely not remembering that she grew up in my hands, in my own shaking hands. I know I am being selfish but I also want some credit too. The chain of pain moved from my hand towards my chest. I was still calling her but still I got the same answer. The same short reply which increased the piercing pain in my chest. Then a totally different stream of thought ruled my mind. I remembered when i was standing in the 'Mataif' with tears in my eyes and praying desperately for the wonderful future for my baby girl. At that time I called my God. He replied but now my own daughter didn't answered my call''. With closing eyes she called her daughter for the last time, but still she didn't see her and with this scene she closed her eyes forever......
A LETTER TO SUICIDERS....
Dear Suiciders,
You want to hurt yourself? Kill yourself for a strong reason? Or you can't face it? What ever the reason may be you have no right to do so. When God made you, He didn't asked for your opinion. So why do you want to interfere now? ''You were never born to have a free will, just a simple choice''. You have to live through this life no mater what you think ...... it depends upon you whether you live it with happiness, regret or with complain. You have to live through it.
You want to hurt this body of yours...... so let me ring some bells for you, Dear, this body is also not yours!!! you have no right to hurt it. You think this is the end?------- but dear its just the beginning. You think no one can understand your problem..... no one can understand it better than the suicider herself.
Sincerely,
Your Sister.
''THE MESMIRIZING SIGHT''
BLINDNESS A BLISS...
TirEd BuTtERFLY...
With withering wings she fly,
Yet, she reaches her sky.
People see the height,
But not the pain in the flight.
They want the fame,
But what is for her to gain?
For just being the puppet of their aims.
She forgot her favorite flower,
Yet, reaching for other' shower,
She's tired of walking on others' map.
She'll bring you fame,
But this time with her OWN NAME.
(Written by me)
SPEAK OUT!!!
Imagine standing in front of a person, whom you cared the most, loved all you life, want to cherish forever more, wanted that person to hear your words of kindness, warmth and comfort. But, now he can't hear any word or feel anything from you because he non other than....... DEAD!!!
Now even if you speak those words of devotion, kindness still...... those words will be left unspoken. Its no use of praising the dead soul. Loving a person through out your life and leaving him........ with a hope that he'll understand it himself will be your greatest folly, which only leaves you with regret.
So RISE UP, SPEAK OUT. Let people know that you care about them, show them your love... at least doing that will save you from the regret at The End.
An HoUr Of FeAR....
That devastation full of vengeance stirred the wire of fear in me. That wrath scared the soul out of me. How will i live with the fear that He is watching over me and laying inside of me? How will i face him with a dirty notorious soul? How can i hide away from him when he right inside of me? Pulling up a blanket and curling inside it wouldn't support. Running away and seeking my mom's shelter won't help. This condition is so sheer i can't do anything but fear.
The only solution for my condition is total submission. From now on, (InshaaAllah) I won't give Him any reason for complain. No chance of making me regret with this fear. ''May He accept my submission and lend me a chance of a new start with no suspicion.....
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Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Don'T KnOw WhEre We R FaTed....
In life we make so many aims, dreams, futures for ourselves. What we think would be good or better for us. We make efforts, strive to reach our goals. But, still we have the uncertainity of our future. We don't know where our life would take us? Where our ship of life would anchor? Where our fate would take us? What ever we thought would be better for us may not be that good. At certain stage of our life we are so sure of our decision that we don't even want to hear anyone........ but in the future our own fate make us listen to him. Our fate makes the decision for us not us ................................... we should alway pray for what Allah wants for us, not what we want for ourselves coz what we want may not be better, but what Allah wants for us will always be THE BEST!!
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