It's a little hard for things to be easy
When even a man can’t act like a man
reza has a long list of young girls who would be interested in marrying him brags he to sanawer, his father though strong enough , easily could beat ten young men only sent him on his personal errends running in ,out and around the town, he is never serious about anything, most of the time so comic that she found him
sharp and his wit cutting
We have named the beloved and know we are loved
The back of heaven is bent to greet us
sanawer is happy with her responsible job of a social worker , the trust is financed by government aids, high society trendy fashionable women who love to see themselves in newspapers and magazines as donors , funds collected by selling embroidered garments made by the inmates of the institution, but down with high fever sanawer could not attend her first such political high profile function and misses all the fun glitter and the lovely dresses the girls wore though cheap, shiny simple yet something to look forward to in their hopeless lives to make it worthwhile
Each instant sings a song about living --God knows why
Absurd and meaningless awareness of insanity and wisdom--ghalib
sanwer feels sympathy , and deep empathy for the destitute uneducated women who were brought in from pathetic conditions and slowly improving, they were strictly guarded for their own personal safety and social security the institution provided them , outside the territorial compound walls existed a wild world that could destroy each one completely , she helped them understand the ways of the world , ways of life, taught them skills according to their aptitudes and tastes and needs to make them independent and strong
Wherever the beloved has walked and shown us
The dust of her footprints are all we can hold--ghalib
sanawer gets her first salary, though she got a huge sum of monthly pocket money allowance she could not entirely spend, her step mother "s nephew was her close trusted friend, sanwer wanted to give him a treat in the mall her favourite haunt, reza unaware why she had called him so urgently always ready to help her , comes hungry for he hated home cooked fried bitter gourd his mother specially made for him, he ordered a pizza and a cold soft drink sanawer gets it herself from the counter to compensate him , the revolving tables aggravated his head spin, but he was truly and sincerely happy for her
Claiming knowledge is wrong and gain through worship impossible
Our world and our faith are the dregs of unknowing--ghalib
sanawer had applied once for a personal secretary"s job but it seemed the officer needed a girl friend over time after office hours, this time she gets a manager supervisor cum editor executive"s job in a women"s institution , the destitute women were young and liked their new refreshing social science degree holder who could understand their needs better, she also counselled them
The world is nothing but the birth of the beloved
Without desire to see herself we ourselves would not exist
sanawer very disinterestedly entered her room, to be of rich wealthy family is to be lonely in affluence, education is a passtime, as much as doing a job because one gets used to staying out of home most of the time growing up, schooling, college, university and then what can a young girl do at home , in a prosperous home besides killing time
the september magazine brings happy tidings of the holy month of ramzan al mubarak , every faithful who observes fasting becomes a perfect specimen of good health spirituality and purity, the aged can"t escape their deep rooted attachment to this month of fasting , for all the terms seheri and iftari are familiar
- Not expecting faithfulness from me
- Just try me for once
- The world is yours to make for ever
- Make me yous for once
--to make your married life smoothly functioning both life partners must learn to sacrifice their time , give up their personal happiness and benefits for the sake of his spouse, learn to devote his time on the other said the angry wife, look I cook meals for you and what is it that you do for me
--Eat that - retorted the equally angry husband
- There is nobody who is not distraught
- This road of love is not so easy
- How can this town be declared town of hearts
- Where the street of my beloved is not found
- He who is patient suffers all
- Wise is he -ignorant not
- He shall have to regret
- Who so far has not reformed
- Depends rezvan on kindness of others
- For he has nothing left to spare
- In the lonely nights dreams are excuses
- Defiant memories make sleepless nights
- No time for me accept I
- Who stopped you from coming to my dreams
- The diseasing with sympathy are consoled
- Sorrows are not removed with consoling
- Every conspiracy is merely a plan
- Noone gets wiped out just with a plan
- Protectors become parasites
- Hollowing the strengths of mights
- Rains are here seeminhly soon
- Before the birds nests are built in trees prune
- Words of great forces are clearly understood
- Who hears a lone cry that goes unheard
iqbal an artisan in rajasthan gets his name registered in the guinness book of world records for having the tiniest handwritten copy of quran sharif for more than sixty years that was locked inside a tabiz his father wore on his arm, 2 by 1 cm in size , 2grms in wieght, it contains more than six thousand minute verses visible by magnifying glass only , was published in lahore kerachi dhaka
Once at the court of khalifah harun-al-rashid challenged a non -believer he would prove to the imam there is no creator,
the imam arrived too late provoking the atheist to turn verbally aggressive, then the imam explained the reason of delay, he lived near the sea, he could not find any vessel to cross it, as he waited a tree fell into the sea and cut itself into planks which joined by themselves into a boat that came to him in which he was able to cross the sea,
Dismayed the challenger shouted in the court the imam was afraid of losing the debate , he was avoiding to appear at the court so he invented a lie, it was impossible excuse , a boat can never be procured thus-
the imam simply said if a small boat can not come into existence by itself how can this immensely unending unfathomable universe
- This season of sorrow forces me to
- Push me far away from my loved ones
- Lights of truth are confirming
- Arches of desires illustrating
- Dignity in me giving me support
- Demands of desires rejecting
- Tides of feelings rise high from the deep
- Resonance of memories coming forth
- Enwrapped in patience my heart hides
- When winds of distress sadden it
- Let me drink from your eyes full of life
- That so intoxibating "ll intoxicate me
- Azam this cheerful ring of tone, such pleasantness
- In the world of expression makes you a treasure
Question By a reader--
I am losing all hope and patience the wait is endless.
Answer--Learn to be thankful
Question--I was deceived by the one I trusted
Answer--You chose to trust the wrong person, all your fault
rasool allah salallahoallehwassallum explained--to be a true muslim knowledge is essential that must be practised for which self discipline is a must that is supported by will power that arises from humility a product of spirituality, it is retained with meditative focus and concentration
- When arms are raised in worship
- Words are somewhere lost
- Just thinking of
- With tearful eyes
- All her dreams may come about
- I pray with all my heart
- That illustrates my love
he drives her to the airport asking her to go back , to lead a life afresh
- Telling of your feelings sometime
- Your empathy for my sentiments
- Of my passion
- Of my love
- Your simply claiming
- Me your own
- Is enough
zertashya tells afarasyab she does not want farhan surprising him
she was rather quiet, completely lost in herself in her thoughts from the airport to the main road on the drive, her eyes tightly shut , she appeared sweet and somewhat close yet distant to him, the speed of the car was slower than usual making the short distance a long journey, the heart longed to ask the reason of her sudden visit, but she was so silent, is it an expression of joy of meeting again or a feeling of separation, undecidedly he stopped the car before a cafe, ordering two glasses of juice afarasyab asked zertashya she was getting married in five days and was it really her wish to meet her mother that had brought her there
- When he secretly meets me he does it with stolen glances
- For whom does he wait with his eyes open
- I keep watching after him as long as possible
- But he is who does not lift for me his glances
- I long time am sitting alone at the same spot
- Where I was left after exchanging with him glances
- He usually steals away his glances from me
- I even tried making his eyes on paper to see
tanya likes parsa"s new tutor staying in the out house arranged by her brother, teasingly she tells parsa if she has no plans to build a future with him she must pass him on to her and let tanya go steady with him, yalmaz kamal throws handful of whitre apple blossoms gathered by parsa in rain on her, she slaps his face angrily , parsa the next day goes to the shrine to tie a thread , next to her thread she sees her tutor "s thread with him standing there
arsah married to salar gets a box full of family heirlooms , out of it a beautiful heavy gold ring she gifts her newly wedded sister who is gone on her honeymoon who sends her a message that they like the ring and would be keeping it, arsah forgets carelessly about the ring she was given from her in laws and looks for it everywhere , she even doubts salar's intentions, who feels very bad about her behaviour , he could afford to have many such rings but it is her attitude of careless neglect untruthfulness and blaming others that he can not trust her any more she breaks her own image of being a trustworthy person before her own family and before family -in - law
- Today again
- Autumn wind
- At my doorstep
- Scattered dry leaves
- If I want to gather them
- i could not do so
- Because
- Of my bitter past memories
- That in my mind are scattered
- Like the fallen leaves
- At my threshold
pari is ready to make a monument of her room that she has very tastefully decorated , she is not happy to give it up for anyone , not even for taghral who is arriving shortly from australia to stay with them, her sister , mother and grandmother try to make her understand that too much possessiveness on her part is not correct but her argument is there are other rooms where guests can be comfortably accomadated,
to the dear readers,
iqrah saghir ehmed writes specially and exclusively just for siddiquis, her five novels have been great success with her readers , she presents her latest --bhigi palkon par --steering the imagination of the readers to a world where the reader finds solace, transported to this world of pakiza anchal takes nothing precious away from you , it only adds more to enrich life quality
she stepped into the room, to find it in a terrible disorderly shape, the cushions on the sofa were rolled down, the bed was badly crumpled the pillows scattered out of their proper places, the books earlier arranged neatly on the writing table now were fidgeted, the long stem of the lamp shade was liberally twisted, her hair brush and perfumes on the dressing table she had lept tidily were fallen down like some drunken crazy fellows, she was stunned into angry silence
sakinah was married two years, her mother and sister in law troubled her , finding minute faults in her work, in her manner in her style, that kept her alert , her mother-in-law died , relaxing sakinah who finds a suitable match for her sister in law , one week later she was left alone to finish the whole household chores and management to herself in detail, with noone to tag her a shirker but sometimes critics are necessary their comments polish the finish that bring desirable results and draw attention of your liking
O! Love just tell me so
The outcome is what of it
O!Fate just tell me so
What worst eventually awaits us
coming out from hang-ten navir meets namal an old friend she had met last some six years ago, both sit at a restaurant table exchanging notes on their life , one in holland happily married with three children, her husband with her permission was left with his girl friend namal shares her feelings on being liberal or men could ditch wives, better be open minded and give spouses more breathing space allowing them to mix with other women on some strict conditions and rules they must follow , its better for them all , namal looked sweet and plump, on navir commented her friend that she had drunk water from the fountain of youth looking amazingly strikingly attractive--navir accepts the compliment but life has changed them both , navir does not give her correct address, namal forgets to share her contact number
soon after noshi"s marriage sasha is also married off, she finds her in -laws prosperous yet strangely quiet, her husband is also nice , neer hayat had not attended any of her functions, and one day her husband unburdens his guilt with sasha , sharing depends entirely on trust and mutual understanding
it was a winter night, sasha sees through her glass window someone jump over the cemetery wall , she follows him in , he was reading out loud and clear the punjabi poem engraved on the grave of tausif his favourite verse framed also in the room--
- Somewhat ingrained in my nature is sainthood
- Somewhat love misguides me door to door
- Somewhat losing not its importance
- Some poison given me by my saviour
- Somewhat painted in colour of separation
- Some lingering pain -leftover of beloved
- Somewhat destined in misery
- Somewhat betrayed by a close friend
- I started off in search of you
- The search has made me a lifelong traveller----
zeb hasan
the pictures showed the dead couple decorated in wreaths before the burial
a lovely qailah stood with a roughian-----
- Forgive me my love
- Loving you was my mistake
- My raised glances on your path
- To see you was my mistake
- A poem or a song
- Whether dusk or dawn
- In and around lanes and towns
- Looking for you is my mistake
- No cure for my sorrow
- No complain I make of you
- Besides you I have no other
- Thinking it was my mistake
Loving you was not my mistake ever qailah--zeb hasan
by the twenty fifth january both girls had become very close friends of the land lady, who would remember qailah comparing her resemblance to sasha"s noshi suggested to keep her there with her, saddening the old lady who showed them picture albums of her son tausif and his wife qailah, the phone ringing incessantly demanded her attention, sasha arranging pictures sees faded writings behind one of smiling qailah--
- I fear separation from you my love
- The world is desparate to separate us indeed--
tausif
Fourth January--
sasha decides to meet the lady owner of the house, neer hayat sitting in the lawn chair alone , with a news paper , staring blankly into it, not focussing, introducing herself she invites herself to sit in the other chair, they get to talking about kaila, she was the dead daughter-in-law burried along side her son"s grave , her surviving three daughters were settled after narriages in london who rang up several times a day to ask after their mother neer "s well being, she refused to go anywhere because she started her day by reciting passages from the quran , watching and feeling the presence of her loved ones and stayed there around till dusk when she would go in, sasha promises to visit her every day to keep her company
the story unveils itself in dairy pages, on the first january --
noshi was sasha"s childhood friend engaged to get married to hasib sasha"s brother, their mothers had always supported eaxh other in bad times, now rozina's son hasib was renovating his house , rehana noshi:s mother helped them to shift on rent near their house , , the annexe was nice , but the location was rather weird next to a family cemetery of the owners, with two freshly dug graves , sasha did not know soon she would become part of the love story that would involve her in some way
mahi, naghi and tabi would sit in the open yard heartily feasting on sliced frozen sugarcane, chopped guava, mullberries and berries stolen liberally from the empty house next door across the boundary wall , whose owner was away in faislabad , the rooms were rented out, but were recently vacated this season , the fruit trees heavily laden with fruit smelled deliciously sweet, a carpet of dried leaves, layers of dust and fallen mullberries, over ripe berries made a thick soft flooring in the compound , each cousin gave treat turn by turn by climbing over the wall , bringing enough for them all to spend a summer afternoon , the day was spent happily, till one day mahi jumped the wall and was attacked by the bees
mahi woke up, it was morning, as usual naghi had finished her daily routine in the kitchen, the kitchen helper -masi was on leave, aunt phuphoo was down with her joint pains specially in her knees, uncle khalu had left for office, aunt khala was religiously clicking her TV remote playing with all the channels, mahi picked up the largest and the fattest chicken parantha, placed it in a plate, added tea leaves to the sweetened thick pure milk without a drop of water, poured it in the biggest cup available , carried her breakfast to sit next to her aunt watching TV, who greedily looked at her tea and complained her bed tea was no good as her second tea she had had with her husband , the moment mahi stuffed a juicy morsel of parantha in her mouth , the aunt helped herself to the tea cup she was fascinated to, before mahi could gulp
the time of getting in touch with the universal soul, on the fifteenth of the holy month of shaban , also known as shab barkat, shab rehmet, when all prayers are accepted after dusk till dawn
the tresses luxuriantly flowing - make them even more shining bright --as if iqbal had said it just for her ,on one side were kept broken chairs, close by a sink with mirror attached attracted mahi , who kept humming a line repeating it as often as she brushed her hair, unsatisfied with the result her pitch raised , naghi sleeping near by who had covered her face with a fashion magazine got up quickly by the off tune , naghi:s another cousin peeped in through her secret post , the trifle she had made for her brother"s guests , who had not arrived so she had come to pass it on to them as a favour
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recitation of al husni with correct understanding of the meaning of each sign blesses the faithful practioner, al azim the most noble bestows prestige and higher station in this life by the almighty powerful the master of earths , the skies and all that is in between
- Come to me , close to me
- To decorate dreams in my unopened eyes
- The cord of love is played
- Sing to me on its tune
- Dissolved completely in your love
- Come just once smilingly to me
- Its my wish , its an appeal
- Hold my hand, embrace me tight
- Your story is also mine
- Speak of it with me
- If not possible for you
- Say it with your eyes
- Losing all hope of my love
- Come to me , to test me
- You are my love
- Be my life to spend it
- Come to me, close to me
- To decorate dreams in my unopened eyes
arsalah recouping sees rafi more often than not, on the phone they hang out for over hours, discussing their past mostly at night,
