And digging out from under the pillows
All those hidden words quietly
Burrying them deep in the back yard
Unprotected from your voice hitting me
Pleading influencing night
I stayed awake all night
laila was busy with her routine, the doorbell rang, she waited for someone to open the door, eventually she had to to it herself, an impressive personality of a lady stood there, introduced herself inviting herself in to the hesitant laila , showing her pictures of herself and jehangir malik she announced she was zaira malik --the wife of lost jehangir malik , mother of anya malik
once hezrat ibrahim bin adham bought a slave and brought him home
What shall you eat:?
whatever you give
what shall you wear?
whatever you wish
what"s your name?
whatever you call
What will you do?
whatever you order
Any request
A slave has no desires
At this point the hezrat spoke to himself that almighty is the only master and he himself ought to remember that his attitude be exactly like the slave"s towards the almighty
That feeling called
Love is that
Pain in your heart
Pains me too
Tear in my eye
Dampens yours too
Cure of it is
Your magic touch
Enchanting us
bringing smiles to our lips
Stretching out arms in prayer
for your happiness
To keep you eternally
Blissful with me
--shayrah shafq zehrah shafq
the first one expressed his desire of a house full of gold that he could use righteously
the second made a wish of owning a house full of precious gems he could distribute to the needy
amir almomin asked who else wanted to speak
umar farooqi said--he secretly wished the house would turn to a house of worship where worshippers remembered their almighty and resonated with his name
In the sorrowing wailing gloom of sunset
Ever hear me speak
Rememeber fleeting moment past
Return to those moments again
Like fading fragile dream sometimes
Like fragrance of red roses
When I call you
Dry unheard broken cry
Honoring my faithfulness
Beseeching my wishfulness
Return to my ptayers
Come back fulfil them
everyone gathered her in their arms, pampering her, all collected in the room she was shouting in, she declared the huge haveli chained her to the spot, she needed release , to fulfil her aspirations, to get married to khuram, to go away from them all, to pursue her secret dreams
she was at her computer, result was out, she had passed with comfortable first division, so had khuram , she screamed joyfully , announcing it to her full house hold and family and the neighbours at top of her voice
unpredictable political climate in the country was fluctuating, rebellious tsunami waves sweeping over, changing the graph of the nation, people doubting motives of all, it was not a naturally suitable political air around thought she worried about her husband in islamabad
her husband gone to islamabad, she as usual home alone with fazan at computers upstairs busy, the dinner was arranged meticulously , rituallistically performed, critically inspected, tastefully selected crockery placed, sophisticatedly delectable delightful dishes arrived, whether guests or not
the narrator has spent a full life in her home with her family , she knows what she likes, what are her children"s tastes and the likes and dislikes of each one in the household she has run for so long, the timings the amount, the mixes, the new woman in the house must learn to take the responsibility by accepting her senior"s authority and be a humble apprentice, train herself to run the managenment, instead of dividing them, she would never want her own parental family segregated
home is an empire , the woman its empress, in absolute powerful position, she wants others to obey her, including the older relatives, she hates being defied, she decides the tastes she is familiar with to go into the meals, the settings in the rooms she occupies and for others, the home management is in her hands, she is the authority who finalises what happens and others follow out her wishes, , she must feel responsible and not be imposing on others or others start feeling strangers in their own house
from the point of view of a mother -in-law ,who coincidently overhears her daughter-in-law sharing her feelings with her husband , that she is a stranger in the family, twenty four years of raising in her parental home , her tastes, her habits , her parental control over her, her familiar atmosphere all is suddenly changed, though happy and content with him she would take time to adjust
hazret muhammed yaqub kharasani experiences through his life situations the definition of spiritual growth through prayers and patience
every woman secretly dreams of her man adoring her, praising her for her goodness, liking her skills and so did she want ismeryat to hold on to her hand for life accepting what she served--as simple as or as good as she could biryani, raita, korma, firni, but her eyes flew open to find her grandmother standing with her walking stick staring glaring at her as if she had seen her dream withinn her closed eyes
the narrator passing through a desert finds a man dying, who shares his tale of miserable condition how he reached in that precarious situation by transfering all the load from his dead donkeys onto his own back, the kind narrator advised him to get rid off it , for survival is more important , life could give him back more later , the dying man replied that Patience is god gift
mother explains to the weeping arsah that her elder son -arsah"s brither had an old association with salar"s family, he wanted her to be comfortable and well off in life , and not be a burden on them like her two sisters after marriage
arsah feels she was sacrificed for her family "s sake on the alter of marriage to a rich man, whose family was rigid, conservative and tightl knitted, their nature was not suitable for her modern thinking
arsah married to salar sarcastically comments to her mother listening patiently that all her siblings were happily married , she shows her fancy burqah she pulls out from her bag , she had taken off the moment she had reached there
