Religion, not Machinery!

 

On every sacred event, every religion allows its followers to participate under the reflection of their belief. I believe what I have been experiencing throughout my life in Pakistan that life is a package of too many sticks in a matchbox.
We hear lyrical praise in spite of recitation of Holy verses.
We manage stepping out for religious gatherings but not for Taraveeh after fasting.
We don’t speak polite and give wishes to unknown and puts the courtesy aside.
We do give Fitra & Zakat to the weaker without telling them the reason and still want to get respect by standing noble in front of them.

We impose our understanding of religion and we forget that the last Prophet Mohammad(PBUH) provided mosque for performing the ibadah  to those who lost their synagog. 
We mix culture in religion and later it only remains practice of culture.
We do insert chunks of our own bookish preaching in to the beliefs and we put nature aside - some would call it Bidaah, some declaires out of Sheriaah and some says it is Blasphemy, 
and I say,
Can’t you just understand what Quran says? It won’t cost you a single penny!

Islam is a proficiency of human civilization not a machinery!

 

Nos Vemos poronto!

 

 

 

 

 

“Its half time again”

This is half time. And we are running out of time,

Listen carefully! When you will reach the ground you will be afraid of losing, people will scare you with high expectations and they will gaze in to your eyes. They will look for what are you up to.. Don’t let them know what you are thinking... You will be attacked by many; you will be distracted by many.. but you will chase them till last second. They will accuse you for what you are, for your choosing for your reactions and for your expressions. May be they scratch your arm, hit your head and kick your knee. You will be fallen, you will feel disgusted, you will feel like crying but don’t! Don’t you dare to weep out your anger. Use it for the victory!

See we don’t have much time. You need to win this turn…

They will play batter then you do. They eat more than you do. They laugh louder than you do. They always have been heard batter then you. They have charms, and you have been exploited for not leaving your team and you screamed and you fought and you slipped and you bring back your form but that’s not enough,

Listen we are running out of time. Before the rules goes against,

Before the board throws us out of the tournament, before people hates you more for losing,
you have to win!

Tell people that it doesn’t matter if you slept in hunger for many nights. It doesn’t matter that you were exhausted of being treated like anonymous, and it doesn’t matter if they can’t see your struggle in making their names an identity.

Look we won’t get more chances;

You have to tell them that you don’t care for few charmers & promisors who are ready to hunt you when you aim for a strike and you tell the people this time that you are right for their rights. Sorry them for the wrong attempt and sorry them for their broken expectations and sorry them because you didn’t maintained their level of courtesy.

Just don’t brag about what you did for them and why you did; they will realize it soon once you make them winner… the half time is ending.

Wear your shredded shirts and rough bottoms and cover your bare foot with your old shabby boots once again, and fill your stomach with hunger of unity and play for your people, forget what they think about you. Play for their identity to be shinned once and they will love you.
Keep their dignity on your foreheads and don’t let it be dropped.

Play for your people;

It’s half time ending!

And

We are running out of time!

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Nos vemos pronto!!

Confession of Pure Souls

" Why am I thanking you so much..?...."
"I don't remember what was our moment of love, but what is unforgettable is the moment we met first! You appeared as just an other man and I ignored your presence like I used to ignore every other male .. The tick of clock which insisted me since after that time to look back into the moment remained so teasing until I did not realized our bond. And it took many months that I accepted the fact. You know what?... I still some times can't recall your face, that how actually you look and I curse myself for why it happens to me when I eagerly want to visualize you, in my lonely times... midnight or in the morning .. Some evening or in the rain when just for once but the most we enjoyed our best buddy-hood! but after so many times and having the deep love for you I understood one lovely thing, perhaps I miss the sharp glance of your facial feature in my imagination, but which I can not forget is your blur picture which reminds me the first arrow of cupid.. Far from romance ..close to reality and it is always fresh..pure..new.. may be I should be thankful to this bad phobia of loosing your clear appearance and only hazy you in my mind ..because it keeps us the same, like you used to be for me .. you, still such a precious surprise gift of my life....... :) "


Nos vemos pronto!!