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A must READ – i was so impressed that i copied it and sharing here for you all friends to read

Good morning said a woman as she walked up to a man sitting on a bench.

The man slowly looked up.

This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new.. She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life.

His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before.. “Leave me alone,” he growled….

To his amazement, the woman continued standing.

She was smiling… her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows. “Are you hungry?” she asked.

“No,” he answered sarcastically. “I’ve just come from dining with the president. Now go away.”

The woman’s smile became even broader. Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm.

“What are you doing, lady?” the man asked angrily. “I said to leave me alone.

Just then a policeman came up. “Is there any problem, ma’am?” he asked..

“No problem here, officer,” the woman answered. “I’m just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?”

The officer scratched his head. “That’s old Jack. He’s been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?”

“See that cafeteria over there?” she asked. “I’m going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile.”

“Are you crazy, lady?” the homeless man resisted. “I don’t want to go in there!” Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up. “Let me go, officer. I didn’t do anything.”

“This is a good deal for you, Jack” the officer answered. “Don’t blow it..”

Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got Jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived…

The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by his table. “What’s going on here, officer?” he asked. “What is all this, is this man in trouble?”

“This lady brought this man in here to be fed,” the policeman answered.

“Not in here!” the manager replied angrily. “Having a person like that here is bad for business.”

Old Jack smiled a toothless grin. “See, lady. I told you so. Now if you’ll let me go. I didn’t want to come here in the first place.”

The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled… “Sir, are you familiar with Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street?”

“Of course I am,” the manager answered impatiently. “They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms.”

“And do you make a godly amount of money providing food at these weekly meetings?”

“What business is that of yours?”

I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the company.”

“Oh.”

The woman smiled again. “I thought that might make a difference.” She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a giggle. “Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?”

“No thanks, ma’am,” the officer replied. “I’m on duty.”

“Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?”

“Yes, ma’am. That would be very nice.”

The cafeteria manager turned on his heel, “I’ll get your coffee for you right away, officer.”

The officer watched him walk away. “You certainly put him in his place,” he said.

“That was not my intent. Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this.”

She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at him intently… “Jack, do you remember me?”

Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes. “I think so – I mean you do look familiar.”

“I’m a little older perhaps,” she said. “Maybe I’ve even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry.”

“Ma’am?” the officer said questioningly. He couldn’t believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry.

“I was just out of college,” the woman began. “I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn’t find anything. Finally I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that I could get something to eat.”

Jack lit up with a smile. “Now I remember,” he said.. “I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy.”

“I know,” the woman continued. “Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into trouble… Then, when I looked over and saw you put the price of my food in the cash register, I knew then that everything would be all right.”

“So you started your own business?” Old Jack said.

“I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I started my own business that, with the help of God, prospered.” She opened her purse and pulled out a business card. “When you are finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons… He’s the personnel director of my company. I’ll go talk to him now and I’m certain he’ll find something for you to do around the office.” She smiled. “I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet… If you ever need anything, my door is always open to you.”

There were tears in the old man’s eyes. “How can I ever thank you?” he said.

“Don’t thank me,” the woman answered. “To God goes the glory. Thank Jesus…… He led me to you.”

Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways….

“Thank you for all your help, officer,” she said.

“On the contrary, Ms. Eddy,” he answered. “Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget. And.. And thank you for the coffee.”

God is going to shift things around for you today and let things work in your favor.

If you believe, send it.

If you don’t believe, delete it.

God closes doors no man can open & God opens doors no man can close..

ME

I did not write about polygamy to offend anyone or brainwash or misguide or impose anything.

I was reading about it and i know it also, so just felt like sharing with you. As we are now addicted to write—– to write anything—-but write——- so   penned that.

We see, read watch and come across so many things we don’t believe in so my writing is just to read and ignore if you don’t like 🙂

I have visited all religious worship places of different religions respectfully except synagogue, not for any other reason but because I didn’t get a chance to. I visited with the people who were either Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, Muslims. Every religion preaches to be kind, caring sharing and tolerant. So friends if my words  hurt anyone I humbly ask you to forgive me

I love everyone everything that is created by the Lord of the universe

Wish you peace, light and blessings ❤

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 I don’t show myself at my work. I remain hidden so that people don’t recognize me. I never gave anything to anyone myself but through the doctors or the nurses. My GP wanted me to Visit the Civil hospital so that people know me but I choose to remain hidden.

Those who are new to this page…… To all those who are new to this page there is information on what we do & what we are aimed at…….. Do inform people about this page as someone might get help through you…….. This page is dedicated to serve & guide the family members of patients having Alzheimer & Dementia. How to cope up with them at home? Not professionally but as a family. Though I am a Sonologist, by study & have a deep insight of Medicine but this was quite different for me. What I myself learnt over the years dealing with patients at home, that every patient is different from the other, has different ways to deal with & different reactions. But Gender has nothing to do with it. So while I was helping from my own personal id, we thought to have a page so that more people can access it. Please invite friends to like my page as it is purely to serve humanity. In the Subcontinent there is a need of awareness. Don’t take things as in old age everyone goes crazy…….Wrong attitude. This is a Psychological disorder & mostly Genetic. Help is needed…… Plus as the professional help is too expensive so either such families leave their patients, who need their family the most in this phase in Pakistan, The Old Homes, which are nothing like those in the West. But more like the places which are the so called mad houses. Those parents or any uncles & aunts you see having this problem, I request you to handle them with care. You might end up like this when you get old. Remember, what goes around turns around too. Help your elders now, maybe your young ones take you as an example & take good care of you when you are old…… Psychological disorders are not madness at all. They can be dealt with, if only we have a soft heart or, some patience especially for those who cannot afford private nursing. So there are always things we can do ourselves.

Just ask & we will help you out & guide you to our best abilities. Feel free to take guidance as it is free. May Allah Help all

This added work I do. I provide money for the patients admitted & Medicine for one week after they get discharged. I get the scans done from NMI as they charge less from the poor patients of My GP Dr. Adil Faraz

You won’t find any pictures of mine doing any of this work as I am anonymous to those whom I help.

I am at home most of the time. But when the other day a dead body was not getting released for mere 500 rupees instead of asking someone to collect money from home I went to the hospital. I banged the head of the administrator. Still the family did not know that I paid the money. I choose to do it that way. I don’t want to disclose my identity to those I help as I am usually present at the hospital & don’t want people to touch my feet as once someone did or act as if I am a saint or something. Hope you understand.

Even the person you sent me did not see me as I sent the money through my maid as my son was not present.

My BP remains extremely low & I have a dumping syndrome. My random blood sugar remains low & with time both getting lower. My neuro physician has told me try not to get unconscious as I might end up in a coma from which chances of revival are less. So live my life busy & full as when the time comes. Plus I do take care of myself as my doctor advice me. Migraines are my biggest menace but trying to overcome that too as I have learnt to live with my medical condition.

In the hospital even in my presence I never permit anyone to disclose the identity of who helped.

God bless this angel in disguise—-ameen

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I came to know Shafaq not long that a year or more. Every passing day unfolded her characteristics of her beautiful virtuous personality. She is as beautiful as her name that means twilight—- like twilight spread the color all around making the ambience picturesque so is Shafaq— kind, thoughtful, caring and always ready to help anyone regardless of any complex. She is lady of substance and I’m sure people like her are illuminating this world with their honesty, graciousness and god-fearing nature.

We are proud of her being there and an example for others to follow her foot steps

May she be blessed by almighty with every step she takes and with every breath amen

I wanted to share her qualities with friends.

My maiden name is Shafaq Alam. Completed Montessori when I was just 4 and was too good at math to have had learnt division sums there. I got admission in Mama Parsi School a year earlier than required age.  Passed out in 1988. Did Intermediate from St. Joseph & then did B.Sc in Microbiology.

I got married at an early age. I did not opt for Medicine in protest that I was not permitted to do pre engineering. After marriage did Masters in Microbiology in the evening session of Karachi University & an IT diploma. Due to masters degree in Microbiology I did a course of one year of Sonology and instead of getting a Certificate of a Sonographer I got it of a Sonologist. A Sonologist is a complete Doctor of Ultrasound. Did practice for a while but had to leave in 2005 as there were elderly members of family at home who started getting below par. So Allah made me what I myself did not pursue in protest to my parents. After that there was no looking back. 5 people expired of whom I took care with the help of paramedics at home. There started the Social work. I spent long hours in the hospital where I saw how humanity is suffering in this area which is not catered to till today.

I designed high end bridal dresses to take care of charity needs. My husband had a paralysis attack in 2013 & since then I am taking care of him. Though he is mobile, but for many days gets bed ridden. He has hyperthermia, diabetes & renal failure too. So I took up half of his work that I could manage with mine, since he is not permitted to travel. So I take care of his agricultural based lands in Khush ab & Sargodha & deal with real estate in Islamabad. Now in a process of setting up a new business setup of my own shortly in Islamabad dealing with the Punjab market only. I have 2 children; daughter is profound dyslexic so I have to take care that.  She becomes what dyslexics are destined to do….wonder. My son is younger & he’s my right hand in all my chores & patient care at home at the moment. I do social work in a way that I provide for tests, scans, medication & release of dead bodies from the hospital. It is a Christian hospital so I help out the staff as well. I hire those in need. As I am in constant need of paramedics myself. I do it singlehandedly. Yes Zakat & other donations go to Civil hospital where my Family GP is the HOD of Medicine of I CU. So I give him cash to spend where he thinks best. In the other hospital too there is the same GP & does inform me where help is needed by any patient. Plus some amount stays with a nurse In charge of the ICU. This is how my work goes. I’m also the Head of the family to take care of everything in my in laws after the elders passed away & now my own family too after my mother & granny. This is how my life goes

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Eunuchs always instigated me to know the truth, the facts about them. They always seemed to me, a weird and out of the world creation of almighty.  I remember that from childhood I was told to keep away from them. They were considered perilous beings. I saw those dancing singing clapping ogling making vulgar actions in functions to entertain guests and onlookers in public places. Their body language, funky gaudy stinky dresses, bold makeup, walking and talking style was much uncivilized.  Their appearance and behavior never make me dislike but initiated interest to know about the true face behind the made up one. I often returned their smiles secretly. I knew my elders would never appreciate it.

To speak truth, seek truth and write truth is my learning teaching and practice.

While going through an Urdu novel, about eunuchs, I learnt a lot about eunuchs. The writer has written it beautifully collecting details as much as she could about eunuchs. She wrote that she talked to them whenever got a chance.

I wanted firsthand knowledge myself so I made friends with a eunuch. I asked him/her to share her life with me.  I invited her to my home. We had nice detailed chat on a cup of tea and with some snacks too. She told me that she’s a born eunuch. She seemed a very cool human being, talked to me nicely in a sophisticated manner.  I noticed that she has very smooth clear skin just like other girls. She doesn’t shave like other eunuchs I have seen on the roads, bus-stops and in markets begging and creating a scene. She showed me her legs and arms. They were fair, very clean, smooth and hairless.

She also had gone for pilgrimage to Makkah to perform Umrah with a group. She’s planning to go again.

She’s a very pious soul. I wanted to be very sure if what she says is truth or not. Hence I asked her to recite holy verses from Holy Quran, which she did. She said she studied up to grade five only.  “Why did you leave school then?” She said that one day while she danced at wedding ceremony some eunuchs were also there. They observed her movements closely. Then they took her to their Guru secretly where she was formally registered as member of their community. She was advised by their Guru not to share with her parents or anyone else. Hence Reema (her name) didn’t let her parents know about it.

I asked her; “How did the eunuchs realize that you are one of them?”

Reema; “The way I behaved in family functions and in public.”

“Dancing ogling and all these actions and body language is taught?”

Reema said; “No, it’s natural. I had three sisters before I was born. We lived in Sakkur Sind. My father worked as a peon. We lived a poor life. Three brothers were born after me. I was misfit in the family having bizarre behavior and movements”

“How and when did you come to Karachi?” I asked

“I came with eunuchs without informing my parents. In Karachi I became CHELA of new Guru”

“What is Chela?” I asked smiling at her. “Chela is like a student, a follower”

“Tell me something interesting” I asked her to cheer up her mood.

She smiling and shyly said; “I fell in love with a young man.”  “Oh really?” I was inquisitive to know more so asked her to carry on with her love story.

“He also loved me. We lived for ten long years together. Then his parents got him married to a girl. The bride’s people invited me to dance and entertain their guests. They didn’t know that the groom was my beloved. I danced wearing smile on my face while my broken heart shed tears of blood. No one knew how deeply hurt I was. But eunuchs are born to weep unseen, unheard but to spread happiness around

The next day after spending the night with his bride he asked me to discontinue relationship with him.  He didn’t want to spoil his married life. His words stabbed me so brutally that I went without a word but got ill for many months.” Reema showed me his name tattooed on her left side of her chest. She said; “It’s been three years now that he’s married” she wept nonstop missing him. She complained as to why she and other eunuchs are born incomplete. No one loves them. They are to be enjoyed and ridiculed. She said; “We are as human as you all are. We have same emotions as you have. We feel the pain, cold, hot, sweet, sour, hunger, and thirst. Only a part of our body is missing. Is it our fault?”  I have all sympathy with them.

I asked her; “Do you live with your parents?” she replied; “No, my brothers’ wives don’t like me to stay with them. My father died. I take care of my mother’s needs. I got her treated in hospital and bore all expenses” ‘That’s very great of you Reema dear. Where do you live now? What’s your source of income?” she proudly said; “I live in one rented room all by self. I work hard (begging) to earn my bread and butter. I don’t cheat or rob. I fear God”

She lives in one room alone. She looks after her mother who lives with her brothers.

If the eunuch is more inclined towards the male sex in his habits, he will be treated like a male; and if the eunuch is more inclined towards the female sex in his habits, he will be treated like a female.

But there are some eunuchs, whereby it becomes difficult to ascertain whether they are male or female.  The Messenger of Allah (saws) advised the woman in Islam to observe ‘purdah’ from these eunuchs, and they will neither pray with the men or the women.    In the times of the Prophet (saws),  the way the congregational prayers were held were that the men used to pray in the front,  then the children in the back and then the women behind the children.  For the eunuchs when it is difficult to ascertain whether they are male or female, they were commanded to  pray neither with the men nor the women,  but a different ‘saff’ or line will be formed behind and separate from the men in the mosque.

Thus eunuchs are a phenomena of nature, just like the Creator creates some people with a deformity or handicap as a test, to see how they treat others and how others treat them.  If the Lord Willed, He could have created one amongst us with a deformity; thus those who are born with what we call ‘normal’ must be grateful to the Lord, and treat those with deformity with compassion and kindness, not ridicule and scorn.   Other than possessing both the sexual organs of the male and the female, the eunuchs have perfect sense of right and wrong, sin and virtue, guidance and misguidance, etc.; and thus they will have a full accounting just like all the other human beings in the Court of Allah Subhanah on the Day of Judgment.

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Today’s weather is too severe,

save me from the heat of hell O’ Lord,

forgive me and all my sins, O’ Lord,

thy mercy and kindness are boundless,

yet I am intensely engaged in sinfulness,

I depend on thy benevolence only.

God will forgive you, He will forgive you,

Why are you distressed O’ sinner?

It is the holy blissful month,

of Ramadan.

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God is bountiful and feels unhappy if He has to refuse to grant a wish.

He feels embarrassed when a man holds out both his hands before Him,

and He has to disappoint him by turning him away empty handed

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My husband was transferred to Faisalabad in 19 77. There was no residential facility for the families. So my husband arranged for me and our four minor children in a retired brigadier’s huge country house. It had uncountable rooms. The bungalow was surrounded by crops fields, fruit gardens and stable. There was a mosque and houses for the workforce and big storage for wheat and rice. We enjoyed fresh milk, veggies and seasonal fruits. Hence it was a small village. The walls of the bungalow were made of mud. Each wall was one yard thick. In the past mostly the houses of even rich were made of mud as mud walls keep the home warm in winter and cool in summer.  Water channels, wells tube well, hand pumps not only added beauty to the ambiance but very useful for irrigation. The water is warm in winter and ice cold in summer when taken out from the wells or through hand pumps. I loved the simple and pure life there. Having all resources and natural beauty we also had reptiles like big snakes, lizards etc and many other wriggling insects and various kinds of species birds of and animals.  I was frightened of snakes, bats and scorpions as   my children were very small. So I was told that Hafiz Mushtaq Hussein Shah was a spiritual healer and very pious man. People from far and wide came to him with their health problems or snake bites and so on and so forth

Having lived in cities all through my life I was very anxious to meet him. He was born blind. So I used to see him every day adding something to new to my knowledge. Though he was blind but he walked so fast and smartly that if any one looked at him from distance, he wouldn’t believe that hafiz sahib was blind. He had very sharp memory. I tried to check his memory one day. I told him so and read out a    page from a magazine. I asked him to repeat what he has retained. To my amazement he repeated each and every word as it was written in the magazine. I would have never believed if I was not witness myself. He lived all his life in that village where he had no educated company of friends or who read out books to him. Neither had he known brail system. The only television was in the whole area was at my home. I had allowed children in that area to watch Bionic Woman and other programs in the evening in my living room.

Hafiz sahib used to tell me stories of prophets their miracles and also about what is right and what is wrong. One day we were sitting under a mulberry tree.  As usual he was teaching me with his wise thoughts when I heard buzzing of the honey bees. I looked up and saw bees flying out of the honey comb. I got scared of being bitten. So I told him softly to get up and leave. He didn’t pay attention or ignored to what I told him. So I again warned him of the bees and their poisonous sting. Then he smiled and very softly recited something that I couldn’t follow. Surprisingly the bees flew away without hurting us. I asked him but he just smiled.

Before coming to Karachi we went to Peshawar to see our relatives and friends. One week later when we got back. I and my husband went to see hafiz sahib. He was very kind and dearly loved us. I asked him if he missed us and he said; “Yes, I dreamt of you too” I laughed being stupid and said again; Hafiz sahib you can’t see and has never seen me, how could you dream of me?”

He said I saw you from my inner sight. He was honestly amazing so were all his family members. So were his parents, uncle and wife. They all loved us and so did we

We came to Karachi though he was not in favor of us to move to Karachi. He told my husband many times that Karachi will not suit him but as most of our relatives were in Karachi so we moved here.

Hafiz sahib was right. My husband couldn’t properly settle in Karachi and finally passed away

After 15 years when I was somewhat settled I went to Faisalabad where my sister in law was.

I didn’t inform hafiz sahib about my going there. I went with my nephew, daughter and my son to hafiz sahib’s house unannounced. Reaching there I saw him sitting on wooden bed. After greeting I asked him “Hafiz sahib tell me who am I?” without a blink of an eye said; “Who else except for my daughter Tanveer” my nephew felt electric current running in his spine. After 15 long years and blind too he didn’t take a second to recognize me. I stayed three days at his home. His wife and everyone there told me that never a day passed that he didn’t discuss you or talked about you. He was my mentor, my soul purifier and like my father.  After few years again I went to Faisalabad but I had intuition that I will not see him. And when I went to his home a white tomb waited for me to pray for his soul. His wife said that he remembered me a lot. I am so honored and lucky to be loved by such a pious figure. May his soul rest in peace

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A lion is hung with a safety pin

A doll below the teddy bear

A doggie fixed in a broken case

When the person comes out of the office,

They often stop and try to remember

What did ask him to bring

Should I buy teddy bear if it does not cost too much?

Or should I buy the toy camera?

When my son happily asks me to take

His photo; how adorable he looks!

That red doll there looks completely new

If I get it for 20 rupees only,

How happy, my daughter Misbah will be

Brother! How much is this doll?

Sir! You pass through here everyday

I don’t feel like bargaining with you,

Give me 100 rupees and take it home

My silence told him everything

Okay now give eighty, the doll is yours

How cheaper can a toy be than this?

Upholding my self-esteem I hear myself say

Fine! I’ll come tomorrow or day after

As I need to purchase many more toys

Going towards the Empress Market I think

Eighty rupees are Veggies for home

Eighty rupees is my fare to reach home

Eighty rupees are needed for the journal

My elder son has been asking for these many days

Why worry about toys? They can be bought

When I get the payment next week

I’ll purchase new toys for my children

Aren’t we old toys set on the Media’s cart?

Lions hanging tucked with safety pins

Old toys placed on the new pushcart!

Shabeer Soomro

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A man who treats his relatives well

in order to return their good treatment

of him shows no real love

for them.

The man who really shows love

for his relatives is one who

treats them well

despite their being unkind to him.

Hadith of Al-Bukhaari


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