surah yunus-
defines the narration there is no faith , no religion without sincerity, honesty willingness--Imaan can not be imposed it is or not is inborn, it can not be forced on someone, can not be hammered in, not for sale , it has to be understood
as ferhan steps into he room, samya looks up expectantly, he asks if she was ready to share her vision, samya tells him woman needs security the reason she makes family , gets married, to spend entire life feeling safe, but the woman who like her married frequently was already an abuse to marriage itself, what ever was to be done was decided she would do it herself,
rajya 's marriage was fixed , her brothers were to get married soon after hers was over, her dowry gifts were all lifted two days ago , her sisters had also contributed to her marriage with their consent and gifts, her in laws appeared rather middle class types, it was the day of henna anointment , just arma took off her old heavy gold ring from her finger and blessed her sister with it , making a secret promise to change it later with something more proper
haya sat quietly , her eyes burning , though it was raining outside, her eyes were studded with clear crystal memories that softly slipped down , the three wise aunts abirah, aroosah, and arifah were posing as her guardian angels, she pretended she was fast asleep, not answering when she was called out
making tea in the kitchen malaika watched kathy making coffee for herself , while ibrahim was gone shopping snacks for them in this cold, ibrahim's father was raised by her father's family , ibrahim grew up with kathy in london, they were next door neighbours and classfellows from early schooling to college and also in the university, kathy was infatuated she confessed , it was one sided crush
married to ibrahim, grown up in the lap of luxury, getting all that she wanted malaika feels her huband instead of introducing -- my friend katherin to maliaka ought to have said My wife malaika meet kathy just a friend
shelly narrates a funny side of his life, starting the story opening it during his early life when he lived in a joint family with his grand mother who every winter eagerly waited for the woman who sold leafy mustard that was bought aggressively to be cooked into crushed paste fried saag on slow fire that lasted two days , mouthwatering for women and eye watering for the boys
with wounded souls, injured spirits, crippled egoes, married to each other both maraj tughlaq and anya malik hatefully like to hurt each other
if there is a hope of promising many more frequent future meetings , parting now without seeing each other matters not much at all, the moment of joy is like a fire fly , gleams and then disappears
Come , Let's go up to the horizon
As long as our life boats sail
As we get along our ways as much
As we are together
Till the end of the world
mehruz bakht and his bride blame each other for their marriage to each other, is it possible both were not so innocent, yet not so guilty either, making mistakes and not accepting them is yet another mistake, the same marriage can not be or can it be blessing for one and life punishment for the other , why were they both regretting it?
naima is asked to usher the bride to her bed room, where every bride after she is given away in rukhsati perches tradionally on a bed, it was the threshold of this peculiar bride's crushed dreams, forced decisions and this was different
the room was over crowded with marriage guests, the bride sat in a traditional silver lehnga dress, pearl studded gold ornaments gleamed , a small girl asked her mother why the bride"s hands were devoid of henna
- My Friend, I appear outwardly calm always to you
- The unsettling noise from within rises what you know
- Who knows you may change your attitude
- A doubt rises what you know
- Tales of separations overheard somewhere
- Flashes flares burst my mind
- Soundless, listless, lifeless it is
- Absolute horrifying silence what you know
- Your presence radiates seasons of joy
- Desiring heart beats what you know
- Beyond the limits of tolerance turning all milestones
- A solitary tear spills out what you know
- Ever reminiscent moments of past
- Uncontrolled beats of my longing heart
- That unloving tale of woe of my life
- Yet each whim granted what you know
the face is the identity of one"s personality, its an iintroduction of the self to the world , summer heat affects the skin badly drying it up , demoisturising it , one feels uncomfortable , not like his true self, tips given to keep the skin feeling heavenly during moisture evaporating june
a dutch psychiatrist making researches declared that many of his non-muslim patients who were taught to practise the word allah felt better, the sound of the word allah, the combination of a, l and h respectively control mind, breathing and heart lung functions, making them stronger, and relieves tension and distress, the practitioners became stress free faster
al habib epitomises attributes of protection , security , safety evoking a sense of comfort
melon is naturally bestowed with calcium, potassium, phospherous, vitamins A, B and D, good in summers to kill the inner acidity and heat, satifying and cooling, and easily digestive makes a delicious serving
rafi stood at the same point in time and space after so many years ,, when he had left kerachi for america, now he wanted to complete his PhD, sherya had left him long ago
both hyder and asma decide their adil married aroosa, but she was nazish"s daughter, too much possessiveness leads to resentment, intrusion of others seems forced invasion , asma for personal reasons does not want this relationship to come about, but for her son's sake what course she takes makes an interesting read
