Writing some random thoughts

Month of August is always warm. Level of humidity in air increases so much that at times it seems impossible to take even a breath. This morning was relatively calm. I woke up early and right now when I’m writing this, I am sitting in my drawing room. I am almost lying on my couch and can see reflection of colorful lights on the screen of my tab. My father admires these decoration lights in home.

In the beginning, I was against this idea of having these lights in home but with passage of time I have developed a sort of liking for them.

They’re here in my drawing room and they’re fixed along the door in the enterance of my home. So, it happens that when someone enters in our home the colorful lights welcome him.

This past week exams and studies left me mentally tired. I wanted some break which I got by meeting with my uncle’s family.

This family get together happened after a gap of two years. Enjoying and laughing with my cousins, I thought of an article which I read in a magzine. It was about the importance of family and the crux of the article was the fact that people who are aware of their family roots are more confident in their practical lives.

It also reminds of a debate that erupted on a dinner table at my home. We received an invitation for dinner from some relatives of ours and other than me and my younger sister none of my sibling was willing to go. At that moment, I made a protest, I wanted everyone to go for I thought of a line from John Donne who is of the view that no man is an island.

Donne is right for we are connected with our environment and people, we can’t live in seclusion.

So, trying to establish my connection with a day, I can consider it a better day in terms of weather. Some parts of country has received rainfall and my city has also received its effects.

It is sunny but the fact that there’s less humidity in air has allowed me to open two windows instead of one. I have also drawn the blinds aside and now my eyes can see the greenish beauty of plants outside.

This dark green color of leaves not only reminds me of chlrophyll which I studied in my science class in school but it also reminds me of green-eyed monster of jealousy in Shakespeare’s world.

My fingers are trying hard to keep pace with my fast thinking mind but ideas are slipping out of my hands.

I can hear the noise of moving vehicles outside my home.

It’s been more than eight months that we are living in this new home but depite remaining positive, I missed my old home and neighbours. It was a small home. The houses on that street were near, so were the people.

Here living in this big home, I missed that connection which I had developed with my neighbours there but life moves on and so do we.

(These are some random thoughts which came to my mind and reminds me of a quote about writing.

“Start writing no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on”

Hello world

Much like a novice in programming world who writes a simple hello world program to get himself acquainted with the syntax of programming language, I’m writing this post to remind myself that I belong to this world of blogging.

For six months, I remained disconnected with the world of writing and two months ago when I tried to post something on my blog, I felt uncomfortable.

I’m still not sure if that was a good idea but for some reason or other, I removed the post.

In these past months, in the absence of any kind of interaction through writing when I was off screen, studies kept me busy.

Further lack of inspiration and faulty laptop were some reasons behind my long absence.

You can assess the gravity of situation from the fact that right at the moment, I’m using borrowed laptop and that too of my elder sister to whom I really feel afraid of 🙂

Like a preface to a book in which author mentions the names of people to which he feels indebted to, I very much like to include the name of my sister who not only allowed me to use her laptop but also reminds me that I need not to show any kind of laziness from writing.

I like to share and love to write more but after six months of hiatus from writing, I think this short warm up post is more than enough.

Hello to the blogging world, I’m glad to be back.

The Benificant

There’s a small vegetable bed in my garden. The gardener has made it with great care and love and these days when the doctor has recommended my youngest sister to eat as much of green vegetables as a cure for her poor eye-sight, she’s enjoying eating fresh salad leaves from garden.

Yesterday, mother while working in kitchen asked me to get some coriander leaves. She was in hurry but I never forget to take a picture with them.

They were fresh and they smell good and that reminds me all the blessings of Allah Almighty in life.

Late in night while everyone was sound asleep, I put on my headphones and started hearing these verses from Holy Quran.

This is Surah Rahman with English translation in which the Almighty asked us over and over again

“So which of the favors of your Lord would you Deny?”

 

Year 2017: That’s what I believe in…

Since his birth man has endured many natural calamities and has faced various horrific incidents and today when he still exists on this planet earth then it is due to the strong will power of man that has always forced him to continue doing his resistance. Human brain, the marvel of Divinity is wired in a way that in any unusual circumstances it automatically starts working on finding the exit routes. The history of mankind is also witness to many such occasions when the mere show of courage and bravery on the part of man changed the entire course of human life. On unfolding the pages of the book of history, one can see that whenever human beings decided to confront the threat, life emerges from the debris of death. Therefore, I being an optimistic learner of life believe in this power of human courage and I trust on this show of human strength which in the midst of dark night can give birth to a bright sunshine.

Art in the form of literature and movies can be a depiction of life. They both have this strange capability of influencing our minds that writers have effectively used them to impart their messages. Ernest Hemingway the great American writer believes that courage is grace under pressure. His hero Robert Jordan in for whom the bell tolls remained true to his cause and by serving his nation embraced the courage of grace. The famous World War II movie Von Ryan’s express is a story of daring escape of allied prisoners of war by German occupied Italy. The inspiring collective effort of successful escape of those prisoners depict the power of human courage and when in the end the leader of the allied forces Col. Ryan got gunned down, we feel that human courage never shook for a second, for the ending dialogue “if only one gets out, it’s a victory” is a clear depiction of the height of the strength of human spirit.

It’s only the wise and intelligent man who knows the essence of time, he’s aware that time is limited and he knows that it’s useless to get trapped by Dogma in life and Galileo Galilei the great philosopher, astronomer and mathematician realizing this truth never backed off from his stance, he was of the view that earth moves around the sun. Orthodox Church posed great resistance for him but he remained committed. There is an example of Helen Keller whose struggle against all the hardships in her life is inspirational. She was the first deaf-blind person who earns a Bachelor of Arts degree. Finally, the great fighter Nelson Mandela believed that courage was not the absence of fear but triumph over it and those were his strong nerves that despite getting twenty years sentence in prison, he led a famous struggle that eventually gave rise to free South Africa.

Brave and courageous people are aware that if life is not about taking risks and making bold steps then it’s simply meaningless. J.K Rowling the famous children writer was aware that without courage nothing can be accomplished in life. Her manuscript of first Harry Potter novel was rejected multiple times. In those days she was newly divorced and was struggling to make both ends meet but she never lost her hope. Her strong imagination was her strength and once, her first novel got published the rest became history. The extraordinary show of courage by her characters in the magical world of Harry Potter has inspired many young minds in pursuing their dreams in life.

A mere look at our surrounding will reveal that a single drop of water might not hold that kind of importance but once it shakes hands with other drops, together they all become a reason of satiating the thirst of barren land. Such is the power in unity and the world saw the similar show of great human strength on July 16, 2016 in Turkey. The drama of military coup attempt reached its climax when the citizen’s hand-in-hand decided to confront the threat. Military was equipped and the people were bare-handed but lying in front of tanks they stopped the military advancement and together they proved that there’s no limit to the show of human strength.

Living in this world of uncertain events, I often get sad but no matter what I never lose my hope, for I believe that in the midst of all the darkness in life, it’s the power of human courage that makes all the difference.

I know there are problems but I’m hopeful, for I believe in strength of human courage that’s capable of performing many unbelievable tasks in life.

Writer’s Block

On December 7, the incident of plane crash in my country was horrible. It left me dejected and feeling sorry for grieved families, I found it hard to come up with any ideas for writing.

It’s been more than two weeks that I wasn’t able to produce anything new and today while reading some of my posts, the header line of my blog caught my attention. It says that with sweet and sour experiences, life is full of colors.

It’s true that life is beautiful. We always need to remain thankful for every breath which we exhale and inhale. Life is a gift of God and just to share in Islam the act of taking one’s own life is considered a bad act. So, we have not only been asked to obey the teachings of God Almighty but we have also been told to remain happy and consider this life as a blessing of God. This very concept can also be found in other religions of world.

Right now when I’m busy typing these words, I’m feeling so very happy about the sunny day outside. It’s winter season and winter vacations are going to start soon. I can also hear the voices of my youngest sister and niece quarreling with each other in next room. There’s a difference of two years between them. Studying in same school, they both are more like friends and today when due to fault in car they weren’t able to go to school, they’re looking quite relaxed.

Writing about happy moments, I can think of the presence of mosquito racket in my home. The experience of getting rid of mosquitoes and flies have never been so easy before.

I’ll be honest, I’ve never remained good in taking aim with flying stick for flies and for that I’ve always admired my father who while eating or doing some work can easily take aim of “flying fly”.

Well, this post of mine is more like bombasting this page with some random thoughts of mine but I very much like to write whatever comes in my mind because I’m interested in getting out of writer’s block and I’m afraid I’m not like Dan Brown.

Yup, you got it right, I’m not trained enough to hang upside down with gravity boots  🙂

 

Plane Crash

After it fell on mountain, the plane caught fire.

It’s been more than sixteen hours of receiving a tragic news of plane crash in Pakistan, there were some forty eight people on board and the tragic incident has left no survivor.

Death is inevitable, it’s a reality and being Muslims it’s our belief that those who have lost their lives in plane crash have all embraced martyrdom but reading stories of the relatives who have lost their loved ones in this incident, I’m thinking nothing but the fact that at the moment no pill but only prayers would help them in lessening their grief.

The people on plane were from every walk of life; there was a twenty-four year old engineer, there was country’s popular personality on board and there was a young civil servant with his wife and infant daughter, they all have perished now.

Couple of hours before hearing the news of incident on TV, I was watching heroic and inspirational moments on you tube. There I also watched a link to last seconds conversation of pilots before their planes got crashed.

It’s been told that after take-off, pilot radioed Mayday call. He had no control over his plane and while imagining the failed attempt of the slain pilot who tried to take control of his plane before it hit the ground, I thought of the passengers and  felt a tingling sensation in my spine; they knew they were all going to die.

This is a sad news; the nation is mourning and I can feel the grief of bereaved families. Their loss is irreplaceable and in the midst of this entire scenario, I’m thinking that sooner or later we’ll forget about this incident for when the life is moving we cannot stop, we’ll move forward and will forget about the loss of all those precious lives that were on board.

On hearing the news of someone’s death the Muslims are asked to recite prayer. Here is an English translation

“We surely belong to Allah and to Him we shall return.”

May they all rest in peace (Ameen)

The BBC has reported this news on its website

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-38238699

Lost and found

It’s been three weeks in new home and today my sister after getting tired of continuously requesting everyone to find her diaries finally decided to take her own responsibility and got succeeded.

My sister is in ninth grade and it’s been a long time that she’s in a habit of writing her favorite quotes and thoughts in her diary. In these past days when everyone was busy and no one was ready to help her, I could feel restlessness on her face.

Now, she being younger at home always counts on us to solve her problems. As she’s getting older, we’re trying to make it sure that she takes her own responsibility and today I took a sigh of relief when she found her diaries in a drawer placed in store. She can also lose her temper easily. I tried hard to make her clear that while shifting when some thirty five boxes are involve, such minor incidents can happen but she was not ready to listen anything and was of the view that in any case it was I who put them there and forget about them.

Well, all’s well that ends well and while writing it; I’m also silently praying that she could also learn to press her uniform.

Yes, I’m the one at home whom she thinks is responsible of pressing her uniform 🙂