*محبت*

وہ خوبصورت احساس، وہ خوبصورت جذبہ جو انسان کو انسان بناتا ہے۔۔ انسان کو بہادر بناتا ہے۔۔۔۔ انسانوں کو دوسروں کی تکلیف سمجھنا سکھاتا ہے۔۔۔!!!

مجھے فخر ہے کہ اللّٰہ نے مجھے اِس خوبصورت احساس سے آشنا کیا۔۔  مجھے کوئ ملال نہیں نہ ہی کوئ دکھ ہے اُس کے چھوڑ جانے کا جِس سے میں نے محبت کی۔۔ کیونکہ میں پُر سکون ہوں۔۔ میری محبت سچّی تھی۔۔ میں نے خود سے زیادہ اُسکو چاہا۔۔ 

اور پھر پتا ہے کیا ہوا؟؟؟ اللّٰہ نے مجھے میری اُس محبت کا۔۔ صلہ دیا۔۔ اُس نے مجھے خود کے قریب کیا۔۔۔ میرے دِل میں اُس کے لیئے جو شکایتیں تھیں سب ختم کردی۔۔ اور اُس دن مجھے احساس ہوا کہ محبت سے بڑا کوئ رشتہ ہو ہی نہیں سکتا۔۔۔ 

جو لوگ کہتے ہیں کہ محبت سے نفرت ہے۔۔۔۔ دراصل وہ کمزور ہیں۔۔ کیونکہ جو محبت  کر لے وہ نفرت کر ہی نہیں سکتا۔۔ 

تم کو معلوم ہے محض یہ ہجر و وصال کا دکھ

؂تم کو معلوم ہے محض یہ ہجر و وصال کا دکھ

ہے کس کا دردِ سر یہ ماہ و سال کا دکھ

؂گھٹا کے پردے ميں چھُپا سوچے ہے ماہتاب

کوئی بانٹ لے شاید وہ اس کے خیال کا دکھ

؂ہے شمس بھی عاجز ان بادلوں سے

جھانکے ہے بارہا،سنانے کو اپنے احوال کا دکھ

؂یہ ابر گرج برس کے سنائیں قصہِ غم

ہے کس کے ذمے یہ ان کے زوال کا دکھ

؂آہ نہ مل پائیں روز و شب سے

کہاں گیا خورشید کا دکھ،ہلال کا دکھ

؂تیرے تخیّل کی ڈور ذرا بل کھا جائے قلب

نظر آ جائے گا تجھے ان صاحبِ حال کا دکھ

As I told you earlier that I don't write to post but some stuff is needed to be share

As I told you earlier that I don't write to post but some stuff is needed to be share because it may help someone or many people can relate to themselves.

Today I want to share some powerful thoughts from recent past days.

While reading "Main Anmol" I read a short line "قرآن کتنا پیارا ہے نا" and I was stuck there it just take me to my childhood when I used to ask so many questions about Allah from my mother.

I often ask her that where is Allah? How can I meet Him? How can I see Him? I always ask her to take me to the almighty I want to meet and I want to know how handsome He is I just want to see with my eyes I want to see his beauty...etc

My mother is not a scholar but she always gives me the most beautiful reply she can, she said "beta Namaz prho or Quran prho Yahi Aik tareeqa hy ky tm apny Allah say mil skti ho asky alwa koi tareeqa ñhi jb tm Quran prho gi  to my pata chaly ga ky us Allah ki khubsurati Kiya hy tmy tb Nazar aeyy ga ky who Kitna khubsurat hy"

As every child believes his/her mother I also do and I pray namaz just to meet Allah I recite the Quran just to know the beauty of Allah although I don't even know the meaning of the Quran and namaz at that time.

But that namaz gives me a lot of peace and happiness. The Quran I used to recite at that time gives me a lot of pleasant feelings.

But then what happened when I grew up ? Where is that peace and happiness? Where are those pleasant feelings while reciting Quran? Now I can recite the translation of Quran and namaz I can try to understand what He wants to say. I am able to do study and I am able to find the beauty in Quran but what I am doing? 

I just pray namaz because I want to fullfil my wishes I just pray namaz because it's a part of Islam or I just pray because it's my duty ? Why I am praying ? I am not getting any peace I am not getting solutions to my problems where I am lacking? 

Oh I realized that my reason to praying namaz is not to meet Allah. I lost the reason of praying Namaz

My priorities has been changed . Same as reciting Quran, I am not finding it's beauty I am not finding the solutions given in that I am just reading or reciting because I forget that the beauty of Allah , the beauty of Quran can change me. I forget that I can find beauty just by understanding it..

Aaahhh this is not just happened with me this is happening with most of you and I am ashamed that we all are running towards our useless desires and not putting attention to the main thing

My priorities has been changed . Same as reciting Quran, I am not finding it's beauty I am not finding the solutions given in that I am just reading or reciting because I forget that the beauty of Allah , the beauty of Quran can change me. I forget that I can find beauty just by understanding it..

Aaahhh this is not just happened with me this is happening with most of you and I am ashamed that we all are running towards our useless desires and not even try to find the beauty of Islam, the beauty of Allah, the beauty of Quran.

Now again I am on the mission to develop the mindset that I have to pray namaz just to meet Allah and I have to recite Quran just to understand the beauty of it and I have to implement in my life.

May Allah subhan talaa gives me the courage to do this and guide me with the right path and may Allah bless you all and help you to find the right path. Ameen sumaameen

Remember me in your prayers and yeah remember that " quran bhaot piyara hy asy prh kr asy smjh kr dekhein " stay blessed

I was diagnosed with an eye problem called hypermetropiaㅡa

I was diagnosed with an eye problem called hypermetropiaㅡa condition in which my eyes can clearly see objects only from a distance. 

It was simply addressed as "farsightedness".

Perchance, this was the very reason why I was not able to see your worth when you were still with me. And now that you are with somebody else, I can undeniably see your real valueㅡindeed, everything about you is priceless. 

But then, no amount of love could possibly make you have a glimpse on my direction and make a change to your mind... and even to your heart.

I should probably just accept the truth that our love story had already reached its finaleㅡand that all I can do starting this moment is to continue loving you... from afar. 

I just sat there and in a moment of truth I just realized

I just sat there and in a moment of truth I just realized I missed so much irreplaceable moments because I was busy thinking about what will happen next, 

Or I was engraved into my endless doubts and fears, I have skipped smiles, laughters, I have unnoticed very obvious beauties, I have lost epic feelings because I wasn't really sure I should feel them to the fullest, I pushed away gentle people, I let go of amazing chances, 

I did it unintentionally but it turned that whatever passes us by will never get back again.

I have left places where pieces of me were shreded,

I have left places where pieces of me were shreded, smashed but also some missing parts fulfilled me, I have abonded paths were my heart was unmercifully broken but also amazingly loved, I walked over old scars that still bleed somewhere within me but there also is where I recongnized my strength, I have swallowed moments where I wished I never existed but yet I did survive, I let go people that had the dearest part of my heart but I kept their good memory into my veins, I have known defeat, depression and excessive pain but I also knew hope, joy and happiness, So I knew that eventually I shall leave again and again but I just have to do my best so when leaving I will have a bunch of goodness to write in my journey.

He said once, you will thank me one day we didn't continue our story

He said once, you will thank me one day we didn't continue our story, back then it didn't mean anything except leaving a scar to my heart, but now I realize that sometimes love can be reshaped into 100 of ways, that sometimes to keep that love glowing in a deep corner in your heart you need to be apart, that sometimes keeping the good memories can be a reason for you to go on in your bad days, that it's better to say I have once lived and loved than to keep hating parts of yourself because you couldn't work it out with someone you so much cheriched, that sometimes you can love them forever but believe your destinations are not meant to collide, that sometimes you can keep your favorite person alive but intact with your personal fears and darkness beacuse somehow you know you both couldn't fight your own insecurities. You better let go with love.

I have learned to walk with grace even if the night before I was awfully desprate

I have learned to walk with grace even if the night before I was awfully desprate, I have learned that trying is my only way to survive, that I should wear my smile till it become a part of my day, I have learned to keep carrying platelets of love even if darkness and hate have so much surrounded me, I have learned that somehow giving was the most real thing that watered my soul and that there's a reason of why I'm still breathing, I should never forget that. 🥀

رفتہ رفتہ تھم گیا مانوس آوازوں کا شور، دل میں یادیں ڈائری میں فون نمبر رہ گئے!

رفتہ رفتہ تھم گیا مانوس آوازوں کا شور، 

دل میں یادیں ڈائری میں فون نمبر رہ گئے!

ایسا کیوں ہوتا ہے کہ جو ہمارے جینے کا سبب ہوتا ہے وہی ہماری موت کا باعث بھی بن جاتا ہے؟

یہ ہے تو ایک سوال لیکن کچھ سوالوں کے جواب ہمیں ساری زندگی نہیں ملتے

پہلے پہل ایک شخص نظر کو اچھا لگتا ہے،ہمیں ہر برا دن اسی کی وجہ سے اچھا لگنا شروع ہوجاتا ہے لیکن جیسے ہی وقت گزرتا ہے اور ہمیں اس انسان کی عادت ہوتی ہے تو وہ ہم سے دور کیوں کر دیا جاتا ہے؟

شاید آزمائیش ہر پسندیدہ چیز سے ہی شروع ہوتی ہے!

وہ دوست ہوسکتا ہے یا پھر ہماری محبت

ہماری پسند کو ہم سے ہر حال میں جدا ہونا پڑتا ہے لیکن ایسے لوگ بھی ہیں جو رب پر بھروسہ کرتے ہیں اور کھوئی ہوئی چیز واپس ان کے نصیب میں ڈال دی جاتی ہے

باتیں کرنے والے تو بے شمار ملیں گے لیکن غور ان لوگوں پر کرو جو تم میں خدا کی صفات ڈھونڈتے ہیں 

جو تمہیں پسند کرتے ہیں

اگر تم نے اپنی پسند کھو دی تو ایک بات یاد رکھنا لوگ تو وہی اچھے ہوتے ہیں جو اپنے ساتھ ہونے والے حادثے کو دوسروں پر مسلط نہیں کرتے

زندگی ایک سفر کا نام ہے،آزمائیش کا نام ہے لیکن کھوئی ہوئی چیز کا گم زندگی میں نا ہو تو بہتر ہے!

دعا تو تقدیر بدل دیتی ہے 

جو کھو دیا ہے تم نے وہ ایک دعا سے واپس بھی مل سکتا ہے 

بات ہے تو بس رب پہ اندھے اعتماد کی!!!!

One In Four

"One in four girls will know what it's like, to be broken. One in four girls will know the pain, of having their hearts torn apart, and their souls ripped wide open. One in four girls will have to learn to compartmentalize a pain, they never should have known. One in four girls will lose their childhood. 

One in four girls, will feel like they're always walking alone. I close my eyes, and I see them. And I want to do everything in my power, to save them. One in four girls; just like me, will struggle to feel any happiness or relief. They will grapple with who they were meant to be. They will plaster on a fake smile for the world, and hide all their feelings of shame underneath. I was sitting in the hair salon just the other week. And I saw two little girls draped from their mama's arms, and two in tow beneath. They were laughing and playing. And I thought to myself, which one of these precious little girls, will know the pain of abuse and sleepless nights? Which one of these precious little souls, will lose a piece of their light? You see, this is why I do this work. I wake up every morning, and I bleed these words that I write. I have to do something. It has to make a difference. Somehow, it has to save a life. I am reaching souls, that have known this pain I've spoken. But what about saving the ones, who have not yet been broken? I feel the weight of this burden every day; to fix the souls like mine who are shattered, while still fighting to keep more predators at bay. These statistics go swirling through my brain every day. 

Sometimes they render me unable to function. Unable to eat. Unable to know what is still left to say. I vomit this pain every day on these pages. I do all I can, to spew out my self hatred; to rid myself of a shame, that never belonged to me. I've spent my whole life in a war zone, fighting so incredibly hard, just to breathe. And I don't want this for them; not for any other girl. I want to protect them. I want to keep them safe. I am fiercely determined, to change the world. I need to fix this. I won't stop, until I do. They are counting on us, to break our silence. I am here listening; are you? I care more now, than I ever have before. My eyes have been opened, and I can't just close the door. I will fight, until these statistics change. I will fight, until there are no victims anymore. I won't stop fighting, until the number stands at zero. And right now it's still sitting, at one in four."