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To Every PeAk there is a Fall ..... THe HighER the PEaK THe DEePer The FaLL...

THe IroNy of FriEndsHip..

  In life we make loads of friends. Every friend who cheats us teaches us also.
 

   With every step in friendship, the friends become close and their care is expressed with their bonding hearts. But consequently these coupling hearts will be broken. Those thoughts, those words shared will be stolen and be used against us. Those promising will be broken, leaving us shattered into pieces. These childlike poker faces will be exposed. Those hugs which warmed us on our dark and damsel nights will be turned cold. Those heart rendering words will be forced to die. Then in spite  of all these facts still are we ready to play this wager for life and on life? To be vulnerable for hurt even though we know and still we want to be fooled?

   It is time which changes people. It makes us fall from our hypothetical steeple of surety. It reveals these double faced peoples' original identity. And this very fact cleaves us deeply. But still they blind us with their invisible folds. Despite knowing the reasons and the facts of their true personality do we still want to trust them? Do we still want to show kindness to these slayers? Despite learning all the bitter truth reality do we still wanted to be mugged?

   Yes, believing in these people will help us to change peoples' wrong opinion about every single person. Even though there are such people. We can change them with our positive attitude. And also not every one is like such. May be its just our way thinking to be on the safe side. But still believing in them will be temporarily foolish act but still it will be fruitful in the end. Trusting them will extract purity from these corrupted people's way of life. Yes, i want to bet it on life. Ready to hurt myself but for a reason and a hope of finding people who will make us fond of them rather than scamming us.

ThE BeSt Of MaTeS...

These bonding hearts will be broken,

These sharing thoughts will be stolen,

These pinky promises will be riven,

Those innocent faces will be exposed,

Those warming hugs will be cold,

Those loving words will be choked.

Ready to play the wager of life?

Ready to slay on the tip of knife?

Don't say u have not been warned!

Accept it,

Or ready to be conned!

Time changes people,

It cripples you from your steeple,

It reveals the poker faces,

Cleaving our very soul,

Blinding us with it's invisible fold.

Still wanna trust these people?

Still wanna please the reaper?

Don't say u have not been warned!

Accept it,

Or ready to be conned!

Yes, believing the people will give us a way,

To change the history of people's way,

Will set an example on steppingstone,

Wobbly, yes!

But better know,

Trusting them will help us save,

A life out of it's corrupted ways.

Yes, I want to bet it on life,

Ready to be fond rather than conned!!

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''

    Standing there on the stairs of divine. I saw an exquisite sight. I stood there speechless, thoughtless and nothing but motionless. I wanted to pray, to ask for everything I wanted. But, my lips didn't support me. My hands didn't let me. I was able to do only one thing-- cry. Don't know what did that sight do to my eyes. They did nothing else, but cry. I decided that if I couldn't pray then at least I should say................................ and consequently I started to let Him know that I am here. But still this needed guts, which I was finally able to build up. These guts supported my voice, not my feet. I started to tremble. I held on to the floor. I was about to fall......But that sight didn't ever made me fall. instead it made me rise-------RISE ABOVE ALL.

BLINDNESS A BLISS...

  Just a glimpse of that person made me wonder: How can he spend his life without any colour in his eyes? He was sitting in the veranda of one of the most holiest places on earth. A place where all Muslims crave to go, and yet no one can enter without His SWT invitation, without His SWT permission. And, he was sitting there and reading the ''Braille'' Quran. His condition forced me to raise up a question in me i.e. how does he feels by sitting in front of the Holy Kaaba and still not being able to see? How will he fight the darkness within? Does he consider this as a torture? I wanted to pity on him. But no, May be he was loved by Allah more. And yet, we thankless mortals are proutd ................. over nothing.

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.....

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!!

ADDICTION --- A DisEasE

SomE ReLatiOn $hips R Like BuBbLes, The MoRe TigHter U try To HoLd It iN ThE MoRe EasiLy TheY'LL Pop- OuT.

MenTaL TrAuMa iS MorE DiFfiCulT To HaNdLe ThAn PhYSiCaL TrAumA

Being DiVidEd....

   I was always proud of enjoying my life with friends, relative. i guess meri apne he mujhy nazar lag gai. Now i don't enjoy life. It seems life has lost it colours. People say that you have to enjoy life yourself, but as if my heart doesn't want to enjoy now. I m tired.... I m tired in my mind, I m tired in my heart. I tired of being divided. Its like your fooling one to be with another..... and still thinking about someone else. Its like your heart can't be in one piece at one time. I hate being divided. That feeling is just awful. Its ful of fear that someone will get hurt and that will hurt me even more. Its like you can't enjoy being with anyone. Its a problem that you can't solve you can only leave it to Allah and let time heal all....

Having Everyone EXcEPt AllaH....

       

          Living a life full of relatives, friends, family .... even if you have everyone in your life, except Allah. Then, your life is incomplete. There is a special place for your Creator in your life, a place which no one else can fulfill. Who says you can't feel the presence of God?? His presence is felt. Its felt deep inside the heart. The soul feels it and and longs for that place to be fulfilled. Life without Allah (God) is like a life without colours, a body without soul, a person without his lover...... its just merely empty. A life in which even the next second feels like million of years. A time which you don't know how to pass. A life full of fears.... fear of every thing living, non-living, visible, invisible, shadow, death everything. A fear that makes your soul weep. A heart that don't know where to reside. Hands which don't know where to be pulled up to. A tightness that seems like an endless knot. Life seems to lose it value, worth and charm.When we have God we leave everything to him. And we have faith that He will never disappoints us. But, when you don't have Him .... its like every single person  in this world is useless. Truly no one can understand you completely Except Allah. He created you. He know everything about you, whether you conceal it or not,,,, He knows. Except Him no one can help you. People, they themselves are dependent upon Allah then how can you tie hopes to them. Having everyone but Except Allah won't be a life as it seems....

DEPRESSION

"This beautiful and colourful world.... 

Yet so colourless for me.

These joyful voice.....

Yet so wordless for me.

This tasty food......

Yet so tasteless for me.

Its like my soul becoming numb.

Its like I am becoming deaf and dumb.

Its like a dead body loitering on earth.

Its like I am a homeless child,

Who wanna space out from this world and go home.

Becoming cold inside even if it is warm outside"

Did you heard my condition Its like crying is my only mission. What should I give when I have nothing for submission? What should I do when I have no solution................................................................. After a long silence came an answer so simple, but yet difficult for me to apply in this state. The answer was SOCIALIZATION because LONELINESS LEADS TO DEPRESSION AND DEPRESSION LEADS TO "DEATH".

FeELiNgS...

Feelings are a not a sight that can be seen through eye. Neither they are a symphony that can be heard ............ its just............ its just............ a feeling. No language in the world can define it perfectly. Its like the biggest dictionay fell short of words to explain it, but.......... IT CAN ONLY BE FELT. Which require a feeling heart (p.s. too difficult to find now-a-days). 

Showing how you feel is as difficult as to describe it. Afraid it will be expressed in the wrong way. But still we keep it in our heart which is too small to occupy it.

No one in the world can understand your feelings no matter how loud you break to tell..

................... it won't be enough

SILENT COMFORTER...

 Today again the world kicked me far. Pushed me aside and didn't let me get that far. Today again I didn't find anyone supportive enough to lend me a hand to pat, to lend me a shoulder to cry. So I came again to seek YOUR shelter in disguise. I cried my heart out in front of YOU. Complaining about every thing which happened to me. And, YOU did nothing but comfort. YOU stopped my tears, lend me a gear to lock away all my fear. YOU listened to my every thought quietly .... yet so calmly and encouraged me to lead my life on. With that speck of hope I stood up and faced the world head-on....... With a promise that YOU'll remain my silent comforter forever more.