How easy it is to stand in front of someone, gather all the pain you have…
And hit back for the strike you got
With same pressure or even more than that
Just to be at ease
Just to shift the pain back to the one who gave you
You weep, you shout, you can even kill
Just to relieve yourself from the burden of Anger, Pain and Revenge !
What do you feel when you have reacted like a beast
Achieved, Relieved, Sick, Guilty…..?
Let me tell you
YOU ARE A COWARD !
You were never capable of holding grudges like these and carrying such a heavy burden in your head and in your heart
You can never imagine
How hard it is to listen everything you don’t want to
And absorb it like nothing happened
And never letting a single word slip through your tongue
Holding it, carrying it where ever you go and Fighting it all yourself
You can never feel this pain
You never will….
She knew that the only thing that would kill the grief within her was her ignorance towards it.
So, she pretended to be ignorant as long as she could. Her continuous ignorance killed her grief and ultimately its reason.
Its been long since she lost it and now,
When being reminded, she never owes it, never recognizes it.
I have seen her often.
Sitting alone in the corners, weeping and mourning.
FOR NO REASON.
Alif Allah chambe di booti, Murshid man wich laaee hoo
Nafee asbaat da pane milia, Har rage harjae hoo.
Andar booti mushk machaya, Jaan phullan te aae hoo
Jeeve Murshid Kaamil Bahu, Jain eh booti laee hoo
My Master Has Planted in My Heart the Jasmine of Allah’s Name.
Both My Denial That the Creation is Real and My Embracing of God, the Only Reality, Have Nourished the Seedling Down to its Core.
-When the Buds of Mystery Unfolded Into the Blossoms of Revelation, My Entire Being Was Filled with God’s Fragrance.
-May the Perfect Master Who Planted this Jasmine in My Heart Be Ever Blessed, O Bahu!
I have been focusing on these lines when I started this project. How this belief, this idea and this concept of Oneness of God, originates within you as a spark and turns into light slowly and slowly. Ultimately it dwells into your soul and disperses all over you and then around you. Its a very beautiful feeling to surrender your self to nothing but HIM.
Democritus says “Happiness resides not in possessions and not in gold. Happiness dwells in the soul.”
Even in such hard days, it seems that caring for Pakistan’s children is too hard. Millions of children are homeless, hungry, sick and devastated by flooding in many areas. Suicide attacks and terrorist networks abound this country. With so much negative situations, it’s too hard to feel good about Pakistan. Our hearts go out to the downtrodden and we feel helpless. But Pakistan’s children with all these hardships are surviving the hardest situations. They owe their country more than we do. Never arguing or expecting for more. Accepting and Thanking for what their homeland is giving them.