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Evening and love
Posted on: December 2, 2018
I saw
Silently standing was the evening,
Love holding angst, moved forward
Swiftly, night in black, eclipsed them;
Reciting nostalgic elegy of lamenting,
The gentle wind sighed of grief.
What happened then——–
Love and evening both
died in night’s veil
or, lost in the valley of dreams
What do I know!
شام اور محبت
میں نے دیکھا
شام ہونٹوں پہ انگلی رکھے
خاموش کھڑی تھی
محبت درد کی انگلی تھامے،اس کی جانب بڑھی
اچانک رات،سیاہ لبادہ اوڑھے
ماتمی گیت گاتی
ان کے بیچ آ ن کھڑی ہوئی
ہوا گٹھی گٹھی سسکیوں کی صورت چلنے لگی
اس کے بعد کیا ہوا
شام اور محبت دونوں
رات کی قبر میں دفن ہوئیں
یا سرمیء خوابوں کی
دھندلی وادی میں کھو گئیں
مجھےکیا معلوم ؟
Najma Mansoor
Love at first sight
Posted on: December 2, 2018
I had waited so long for him.
How thrilled and impatient I was that day when his arrival was announced.
He was coming to bring delight to my heart.
The prince of my dreams had some problem in landing
I along with other family members waited impatiently.
He came—– he suddenly glanced at me—— and so did I—–
OMG! He was so handsome.
Whenever he looked at he, he smiled and I felt my heartbeat miss
Though there was quite a big difference in our age but as it is said, love is blind—- so our love blossomed stronger with every passing day
He gave me more smiles than any worldly gifts. His smile and twinkle in his eyes when he saw me was more precious than any treasure of the world
He never gave any gift on my birthdays like other friends and relatives did, except for his charismatic smile.
He promised that one day he will give me a gift that’s going to surprise everyone
Days passed and years passed——–
Finally he presented me his gift on my 70th birthday yesterday
After eating when all gathered to open their gifts he bowed down and asked me for my hand——-What a divine moment it was—–
He gave me a ring——–
A ring has no end so is our love ———
Love you Hammad for all your love and care
❤
My grandson Hammad heaps of hugs and best of my blessings
quote
Posted on: December 2, 2018
“darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that”
I will write—–
Posted on: November 2, 2018
I will write
took hold of pen
slashed fingers
split my tongue
but I would yet,
keep saying about your deeds and manners
as the pen is to write and reveal
and my tongue is my pen!
…..
یں لکھوں گا ۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔
قلم چھینا
انگلیاں کاٹیں
زباں کو بھی قلم کردیا
میں پھر بھی
تمہاری کرم فرمائیوں کا ذکر کرتا رہوں گا
لکھوں گا
کہ قلم کا کام لکھنا ہے
اور
میری زباں قلم ہے
از: مجید امبرؔ
What is TAQWA?
Posted on: October 2, 2018
Taqwa is not only about manners. Taqwa is not about looking Islamic…
Taqwa is not about sporting a beard or wearing a hijab…
Taqwa is about appearance
BUT
Taqwa is when I miss a prayer, and feel uneasy the whole day..
Taqwa is when I speak a lie I feel bad
Taqwa is the guilt that follows when me hurt someone knowingly or unknowingly.
Taqwa is the shame and regret that follows a sin I committed knowing full well how it stands in the sight of Allah
Taqwa is when I cannot sleep after disobeying or disrespecting my parents.
Taqwa is to cry in the depths of night fear in none but the one above the Heavens
Taqwa is the fear that refrains us from sinning when nobody familiar is around
Taqwa is the guts and the will to please Allah, even when the whole is hell bent on displeasing Him
Taqwa is to wear the beard/ hijab for the sole reason of pleasing our Creator and to keep it on as per sunnah
Taqwa is to stay happy and smiling knowing that this world is a prison for believers
Taqwa is the good manners and character we practice for the sake of Allah
Taqwa is the struggle for better ourselves according to Islam, with each passing day
Taqwa is not just rising in deen, but about falling, falling, rising again and never lettingo
WORDS———-
“The word Socrates and the word Jesus
Are my creation, I’m their creation”
These are initial, eternal, and dwellings
They’re the eras
They pass all through in brain waves
from one soul to another soul
They’re the realness of epoch, and sham too
Symbol of anguish, and the remedy too
Regardless of color, caste, faith and belief
They’re supreme of lords and lands
They flow in veins like blood
and present on each lingo
They’re sham they’re pretense,
they’re war they’re peace;
All these are their constraints
Without them life is apprehensive
Every action is motionless
incapable to speak , unable to hear
Each mirror mutely amazed on its reflections
fretfulness is the sight
allowing to witness but deprive to utter
Loveliness worthless so is love futile
All emotions, islands of wisdom, and gentle winds
are but, mirage and illusions, clout and doubt
These words are tool that give shape to ideas
Ideas when released from hand and pen
then the words converse
They’re are artistes, they’re the painters, musicians
poets, they’re the voice. they’re the prophets
they’re the sovereign—-
they’re creators-
they wish to me upraise my wisdom
VICTOR HUGO
Posted on: July 19, 2018
Tomorrow, at dawn Tomorrow, at dawn, at the hour when the countryside whitens, I will depart. You see, I know you wait for me. I will go through the forest and over the mountains. I cannot stay far from you any longer.
I will trudge on, my eyes fixed on my thoughts, Ignoring everything around me, without hearing a sound,
Alone, unknown, back stooped, hands crossed,
Saddened, and the day will be like night for me.
I will neither see the golden glow of the falling evening,
Nor the sails going down to Harfleur in the distance,
And when I arrive, I will place on your tomb
A bouquet of green holly and flowering heather.
blessings for all
