When you open yourself up to people

"When you open yourself up to people, when you lower your guard for a moment and decide to be vulnerable, when you gather the courage to say what you feel, you'll inevitably get hurt.

Someone will betray your secrets. Someone will laugh at your vulnerabilities. Someone will light your heart on fire. Sometimes on purpose, sometimes not.

Your relationship with the Creator is different though. You can pour out every secret to Him and know you'll never be betrayed. You can speak your dreams up to the sky, and you won't hear incredulous laughter or a voice saying, "That's a silly dream."

You can raise your hands and say, "I am so sad" or furious or disappointed, and you won't hear, "Get over it already."

Nothing but love and mercy and forgiveness comes from opening up to The Merciful. He is shy to leave asking hands empty. But we continuously seek comfort and sustenance and love elsewhere, and then become surprised when we are met with ridicule or hurt.

There are wonderful souls wandering this earth, opening their hearts to people like you and me. But even with them, even in their warmest embraces and kindest words, you will not find the comfort of open palms towards the sky, and an open heart towards Allah." 🌸✨

W E D N E S D A Y

Wednesday used to be my non-favorite day in the week, not because something bad happened to me on this particular day. But it was an eerie feeling. I disliked Wednesdays. It's a Wednesday, I'm screwed. I felt nothing good will ever come my way on Wednesday.

I was wrong, you came to me on Wednesday.

One day, I came back from college. As soon as opened my inbox, there was a picture message from you. Nowadays, it's no big deal. But seven years back it was a massive mood lifter for us(the nineties kids) we are not born in this era of advanced technology. So, a little touch of something new in our day used to lift our mood and emotions a hundred times. Yet again it was the Wednesday I disliked.

I vividly remember that image had a flower bouquet at left side having shiny background. On the right side there was an ocean blue card on that it was written in bold letters

"HAPPY WEDNESDAY PRINCESS"

of course no one has ever wished me a day like this before. Neither I had this kind of special connection with a boy who can call me princess and most importantly you treated me like one. (I can't deny that, and I never will).

A smile captivated not only my lips but my whole body. It was the first time I felt that happiness can travel down our spine to fingertips.

Stared once, stared twice, replied, "Thank you."

It was our first date. My first date in eighteen years because I found the boy whom I can call not only my boyfriend but lover. Nothing comes free, and sixth sense never lies. These rules never failed me even once. The love I cherished, stayed not more than two years.

You came as a fresh breeze in summer and left in spring of proceeding year.

Broken me, thought that I will never be able to love again.

Here I was wrong, and I realized it when I was at the airport to catch a flight back home. There was a man standing in front of me staring at me as his eyes were scanning my soul. I was so dumbfounded, until today, that what I felt for him was more than a mere crush that I denied. His constant sighs kept asking me to stay.

Finally those silent contemplations ended, and he said," double check everything, are you sure you got all the things with you?"

I checked my phone, passport, ticket, ID.

"Yes, all done." I replied with a forced smile.

"Liar" he said underneath his breath, but I heard it. I gave him. A confused look.

"Leave, its time of your flight in a while"

He pushed my shoulder.

"Are you this desperate to send me away?"

I asked, holding his arm.

He nodded.

I left him in the hallway. And not  looked back even though I wanted to. But I felt his eyes glancing at me from back as they were going to burn me out today.

As I boarded on plane. The flight was ready to take off. I opened my bag to keep my phone & found a letter there.

A small piece of lemon colored paper, having zigzag cuts around corners, tiny heart drawn at bottom left corner.

As I begin to read, "I have never meet such a kind person like you. Who would do anything for other's comfort. Come to me whenever you need comfort or love for yourself.

I love you.

Yours from today and every coming second."

Without his name I knew it was his handwriting. He was not pushing me away, he was pleading to make me to stay.

I was in the air, but I had left my heart somewhere on the earth. That's why he asked me to double-check.

Meanwhile, words rolling on back seat LCD caught my sight. Wednesday 12:23am. Ahh! This damn Wednesday.

زندگی اپنے آپ میں ایک معجزہ ہے

بسم اللہ الرحمن الرحیم 

السلام علیکم 

صبح بخیر ۔

زندگی اپنے آپ میں ایک معجزہ ہے 

اِس معجزے کو ہر سانس جئیں 

اپنی نااُمیدیوں کو نئی روشنیاں دیں 

اور  اِس حقیقت پر یقین رکھیں 

جو زمین والوں سے نہیں ہوتا 

وہ آسمان والے سے ہوتا ہے 

اور ضرور ہوتا ہے 

ہر انسان کے لیے ہوتا ہے۔

ان شاء اللّٰـــــــہ

Busy Road Busy Lives

Busy roads are like busy human lives.

Let's have an example of a busy road.

There are many cars, old, new, branded, with different models, and versions. Car with 2017 model, 2018 model, 2008 model. Car with green color, black color, grey color. Car's named Honda Suzuki, Corolla gli xli atlas, Alto, Mercedes-Benzes, limo, Cuore and many different brands, Versions, models. What matters in those cars? Good engine, healthy regular service, high octane petrol. Taking good care of that car.

Car with good engine reaches its destination within time and successfully.

Car with poor engine, poor health, poor petrol, poor condition cause problems, sometimes it may cause accidents, leads to someone's death.

And and proper driving skills are also required to drive that car.

There are so many brands models but still they are called cars.

I can relate this to human lives.

Humans are of different color, culture, creed, caste but still they are called Humans. Human born in 1999, in 1998, in 1990, in 2000, in 2005 in 2015 or in 2020.

Humans with different castes Butt, Sheikh, Malik, Kambooh, Arain etc

Humans with different color dark, brown, dusky, black, white with minor changes in complexions.

What matters is the brain of the human and the heart.

A human who consumes positivity, eat healthy, live healthy is the one who will reach his destination within time and successfully and happily.

A human with poor mental condition, poor diet, poor health may cause living worst. They might kill themselves of the mental condition. You never know how much slow poisoning of thoughts effects you. How much it destroys you.

It's not a rocket science i guess. Everyone can focus on its own health.

Everyone is running on its own busy road of life. No one is gonna stop and help you out. Yeah there are people who stop in the busiest road and help people.

They are rare.

Definitely human nature is to help others.

ﺳﺐ ﮐﻮ ﮨﻤﯿﺸﮧ ﻣﺠﮫ ﺳﮯ ﺑﺲ ﺍﯾﮏ ﮨﯽ ﮔﻠﮧ ﺭﮨﺘﺎ ﮨﮯ ﻣﯿﮟ خود سے ﺭﺍﺑﻄﮧ ﻧہیں ﮐﺮﺗﯽ

ﺳﺐ ﮐﻮ ﮨﻤﯿﺸﮧ ﻣﺠﮫ ﺳﮯ ﺑﺲ ﺍﯾﮏ ﮨﯽ ﮔﻠﮧ ﺭﮨﺘﺎ ﮨﮯ ﻣﯿﮟ خود سے ﺭﺍﺑﻄﮧ ﻧہیں ﮐﺮﺗﯽ 

ﻣﯿﮟ ﺑﺎﺕ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﮐﺮﺗﯽ ،

 ﻣﯿﮟ ﺯﯾﺎﺩﮦ ﮨﯽ ﻣﺼﺮﻭﻑ ﮨﻮﮔﺌﯽ ﮨﻮﮞ ،

 ﻣﺠﮭﮯ ﻣﻄﻠﺐ نہیں ﮐﺴﯽ ﺳﮯ ﮐﻮﺋﯽ ﺟﯿﮯ ﻣﺮﮮ

ﻣﯿﮟ ﺍﯾﺴﯽ ﺑﮯﺣﺲ ﮨﻮں ﮐﮧ ﻣﺮﺗﮯ ﮐﻮ ﺍﯾﮏ ﮔﮭﻮﻧﭧ ﺑﮭﯽ ﻧﮧ

 ﺩﻭﮞ

ﻣﺠﮭﮯ ﺑﺲ ﺍﭘﻨﯽ ﭘﮍﯼ ﺭﮨﺘﯽ ﮨﮯ ﻣﯿﮟ ﯾﮧ نہیں ﺩﯾﮑﮭﺘﯽ ﮐﮧ

ﮐﺴﯽ ﺍﻭﺭ ﮐﺎ ﮐﯿﺎ ﺣﺎﻝ ﮨﮯ ، میں ایک دن خالی ہاتھ رہ جاؤں گی کچھ نہیں بچے گا میرے پاس نہ کوئی رشتہ اور نہ کوئی احساس ،

ﯾﮧ ﺳﺐ ﻋﺠﯿﺐ ﮨﮯ ﻧﮧ ؟؟؟

ﭘﺮ ﭘﺘﺎ ﮨﮯ ﻋﺠﯿﺐ ﯾﮧ ﺑﮭﯽ ﮨﮯ ﮐﮧ ﺩﯾﮑﮭﺘﮯ ﺩﯾﮑﮭﺘﮯ ﮨﯽ ﺑﮩﺖ ﮐﻢ ﻭﻗﺖ ﻣﯿﮟ ﻣﯿﮟ ﻧﮯ ﺍﭘﻨﮯ ﺑﮩﺖ ﺳﺎﺭﮮ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ ﺑﮩﺖ ﺳﮯﺭﺷﺘﮯ ﺑﮩﺖ ﺳﮯ ﻋﺰﯾﺰ ﮐﮭﻮ ﺩﺋﯿﮯ ﭘﮭﺮ ﻭﮦ ﺑﮭﻠﮯ ﻣﯿﺮﯼ ﺳﻮﺷﻞ

ﻻﺋﻒ ﺳﮯ ﺟﮍﮮ ﺗﮭﮯ ﯾﺎ ﺣﻘﯿﻘﯽ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽ سے ، 

جانتی ہو یہ وہ لوگ تھے جنکے ساتھ میں جتنی مخلص رہ سکتی تھی رہی، جتنا رابطہ رکھ سکتی تھی رکھا ، حتیٰ کہ چوبیس گھنٹوں میں سے بیس گھنٹے انہی کیساتھ گزرتے تھے ، پھر کیا ہوا؟؟ 

کچھ بھی نہیں بچا ، کچھ بھی نہیں کا مطلب سمجھتی ہو تم؟؟؟ 

میں یہ بھی نہیں کہہ رہی میں نے ان سے صلے کی امید رکھ کر نبھا رکھا تھا ، مجھے تو بس دکھ ہے افسوس ہے کہ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺍﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﺭﻭﮎ ﺑﮭﯽ نہیں ﺳﮑﯽ ،

مجھے نہیں معلوم وہ سب یہ ازیت محسوس کر بھی پاۓ کیونکہ انکی زندگیوں میں میری اتنی اہمیت یا اتنی جگہ ہی نہیں بن پائی ۔محسوس تو وہ کرتے ہیں ناں 

جو منتیں کرتے ہیں۔سوال کرتے ہیں ۔ضد کرتے ہیں۔ حق جتاتے ہیں۔

منا لیتے ہیں

ﺧﯿﺮ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺍﺱ ﺑﺎﺕ ﮐﻮ ﻣﺎﻧﺘﯽ ﮨﯽ نہیں ہوں کہ جانے والوں کو روکا جائے یہ منت ترلہ ، یہ سوال جواب یہ گلہ شکوہ سب ثانوی چیزیں ہیں ، 

رشتے نبھانے کے اور بھی بہت سے طریقے ہوا کرتے ہیں مگر میں آج جہاں پہنچ چکی ہوں اس سب ثانوی چیزوں سے بہت آگے نکل چکی ہوں ،

اور یہ بات اچھی طرح سمجھ چکی ہوں کہ کہ ﺭﺷﺘﻮﮞ ﮐﻮ نبھانے ﮐﯿﻠﺌﮯ

ﺍﻇﮩﺎﺭ ﮐﯽ ، ﮐﺴﯽ ﭨﯿﮑﺴﭧ ﮐﯽ ، ﯾﮧ ﻟﻤﺒﯽ ﻟﻤﺒﯽ ﮐﺎﻟﺰ کی ﻭﻋﺪﻭﮞ

ﮐﯽ یا ﺭﺳﻤﯽ ﺣﺎﻝ ﭼﺎﻝ ﮐﯽ ﮐﯽ ﺿﺮﻭﺭﺕ نہیں ہوتی ،  

ﮐﯿﻮﻧﮑﮧ ﺭﺷﺘﮯ ﺗﻮ ﺑﺲ ﺩﻟﻮﮞ ﮐﺎ ﻣﻼﭖ ﮨﻮﺗﮯ ﮨﯿﮟ ، ﺭﻭﺡ ﮐﺎ

ﺍﺣﺴﺎﺱ ﮨﻮﺗﮯ ﮨﯿﮟ ﻧﮧ ﮐﮧ ﺑﺮﻗﯽ ﻟﮩﺮﻭﮞ ﭘﺮ ﻗﺎﺋﻢ ﮐﮭﻮﮐﮭﻠﮯ

 ﻋﺎﺭﺿﯽ ﺗﻌﻠﻘﺎﺕ ﮨﻮﺗﮯ ﮨﯿﮟ ۔۔۔ " 

ہاں پھر آپ محبت کریں ، اعتماد کریں ، خوش رہیں بھلے تھک جائیں یا 

اپنی زندگی میں سیاہ و سفید کچھ بھی کریں 

مگر کسی کو مت بتائیں ، اسی میں عافیت ہے آپ کیلئے یقین کریں ۔

Strangerlike encounter

In the midst of violent nights,

The battered casualties laid dead on the cold streets covered with blood

The sounds of rifles going off numerous times was what shock me heavily

I feared for my life,

I wished to join those who were screaming at the top of their lungs as a cry for help 

My eardrums were acquainted with their screams, it was nothing unusual.

I wished to join those who were running for their lives, but my legs were suddenly glued to the ground,

I couldn't move anymore

It was as if my legs were petrified to step on those blood painted streets

My feet had failed me!

In the midst of one violent night, I had a strange feeling 

Instead of nervousness overwhelming my body, 

For a change, a warm feeling clouded my heart, I felt something I wasn't familiar with 

How dare my heart experience such warmth on this very disastrous night? 

In the midst of one violent night, 

In the middle of a blood inked street, 

There she stood, 

Clothed in a black coloured dress that adorned her pear shaped face 

In the midst of one violent night,

I met the love of my life 

When her eyes met mine

There and then I knew what love at first sight was

 

Time Never Flies

‘Time Flies’ has become a colloquialism nowadays but the reality is very different from that. Time flies means that time goes by very fast & we don’t even get to notice it. It doesn’t, time doesn’t fly, it’s been running at one constant speed since it came into being & it will keep running at that same speed. Yes, there were some occasions where it was halted but its speed never changed, & will never change I guess. The truth to the ‘Time Flies’ phrase is that it isn’t true at all. It’s us, we are too engrossed in our lives & races that we forget to notice the world around us, & that includes time too.

Whenever we want time to pass quickly, it seems like its speed is diminished & whenever we don’t want it to pass, it feels like it just got some turbos. But that’s not the truth, time is at the same speed, it all happens within us.

When we don’t want it to pass because of a certain thing that we want to do or enjoy, we get too indulged in that thing that we forget when time passed, we don’t think of the outside world, it just becomes blurred for us, because that certain thing gets us too wallowed in it.

& whenever we want it to pass quickly, it seems like it lost its speed, but that too isn’t the truth. The truth is that we then wait for it to pass, it’s still at the same speed, but we start noticing it unlike before. When we notice it, the events before when it apparently passed like lighting comes into our mind & we think that we were noticing it all the time, but we weren’t.

It’s just that we forgot its importance…

My Painter

 

‘Afraid!’

‘Why?’

He interrogated while wiping out my tears.

‘Past!’

I answered with a single word.

‘Zara that has gone. Forget it now.’

His fingers were producing friction between my hairs.

‘I have. I have forgotten it. But the broken and shattered soul of mine is not leaving me. I want to slaughter it.’

I became over-hyped, over-aggressive. It seemed like I was really going to slaughter the cracked soul with a sharp-edged knife.

‘To kill it is not the solution. I have an idea.’

He said while wiping out my tears again.

‘Share immediately.’

Now my over-aggression was changed into over-excitement.

‘I will recolor and refill your soul.’

How can a person recolor a deep black soul? His idea was cracking up at me.

‘The blackness of my soul will absorb all your colors, my painter. Black can soak up all the colors. Blackness is an enemy of colors.’

He was checking temperature by putting his palm on my forehead.

‘I will absorb every chunk of blackness prevailing in your soul and then recolor the transparent soul with my colors.’

He was smiling and his eyes were flashing.

‘ Mine painter.’

I also laughed with tears in my eyes.

‘Your past absorber too.’

He wiped my tears again.

‘I am wiping them for the last time. Now,’

I interrupted him.

‘Now I’m going to laugh and giggle for throughout the life. I can complete your sentences.’

From over-agression to over-excitement, now I was over-confident.

TEARS REFLECTION OF PURE SOULS

 Looser!

Looser!

In the break time of a primary boys school a little boy who was just 7 years old fell on the muddy clustered ground . His white school uniform become dirty as the patches of mud were scattered on his T-shirt. He was helpless and remains yelling and weeping there as the screams of children threatened him and they were laughing and kept roaring

‘You are a looser! Oh little boy’. ‘You are a looser!’

There was an announcement which strikes on his ear drum suddenly and helped him to pour his head out of the reminiscent from past school diaries , he smiled a little and shakes his head slightly claiming his coward attitude.

It was the eve of Annual College prize distribution ceremony and now after few years that young little coward boy has grown into an adult teenager . It was 10’o clock in evening and there came an announcement by the host :

Ladies and gentlemen put your hands together , in a huge round of applause please welcome our exceptionally brilliant student ‘DAVID KIMS’ on securing first position in the ‘Annual writing competition for boys college’. He stood up from his position and his steps following the paths slowly to reach stage as he was seated in the second last rows , with the sobbed eyes he arrives on stage and receives his first prize and best writing award by his principal.

Those tears those lame criticisms and recriminations which were once reason of his fear and frights have now become a successful and yet the strongest pillars of his life. People might say what they wanted to and no one can even stop their stupid tongues.

Those tears which you have flown once due to anxieties and agitations have praised you extra courageous vibes to fight not to flight. If you have fallen apart, if your soul has torn into scattered pieces, if you are willing to shriek in desperate hours of agonies , do it. Remember one thing each and every hurdle you are confronting is secretly giving you a magical treasure box filled with stamina to boost up your confidence level , your morale to stay consistent and bring you steadfastness in order to bear the challenges of life.

People might make fun of your TEARS , with an aim to depress you , to frighten you but they do not even know they are indirectly giving you an anti-depressing therapy to omit the aches from the edges of your eyes. Eyes are reflections of purity of a soul. Eyes can never lie , they are vigorous yardsticks against each and every misery.

The conversation which lies behind the words are exceptionally amazing because our eyes are uttering hundreds and thousands of wordless expressions and phrases which are beyond everything. Similarly , the societal judgments and false claims can be easily neglected if you have valorous and mettlesome sight.

To cry; to weep or to shriek are the natural phenomenon of life. The very moment a new born child opens his eyes in this ruthless world he screams , a person in mild pain sobbed or scream , a happy person giggles and his laughter added weepy sounds to the environments.

Some people got ROLLER COASTER of emotions while enjoying their favorite serials on You tube , too. Tears have never been claimed as a reflection of grief but they are indeed a mirror image of each and every emotion. No matter whatever is it whether expressions of joys, happiness or downhearted regrets. They are indeed reflection of PURE SOULS and their UNTOLD STORIES.