tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77834012024-03-07T14:51:15.106+05:00Expedition ... ContinuesOn the Mountains so high... One stood so tall, She Touched the Sky, The stars began to Fall!!!MOoNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15615390444594166582noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783401.post-87352894753026942752008-04-12T16:51:00.002+05:002012-01-16T12:44:11.599+05:00Deciding the Wrong<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUoCrxxz9EQVsTtEvdy6fJrqUYZAhdaUgwre_0W5Wpwzfrin6Gnmiq-rIdYSKgnuDBnjnD-XvYSD_FuuJ_nEuYNnusnpbj3PdPA626Zs_1IShWARQZnbGYnC_vnx7ljLv8Q6LY/s1600/FreewayDecision11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUoCrxxz9EQVsTtEvdy6fJrqUYZAhdaUgwre_0W5Wpwzfrin6Gnmiq-rIdYSKgnuDBnjnD-XvYSD_FuuJ_nEuYNnusnpbj3PdPA626Zs_1IShWARQZnbGYnC_vnx7ljLv8Q6LY/s320/FreewayDecision11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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Assalamu Alaikum Wa <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Rahmatullahi</st1:city> <st1:state st="on">Wa</st1:state></st1:place> Barakatuhu, <br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I am “Wrong Decision”. My twin brother is called “Right Decision”. People are usually mistaken in identifying us, as we look so much alike. Right has been the good guy at all times, and I am cursed [It must be because of the names I think]. I was always very impressed by Right’s personality and used to tail him around. People know him; he is blessed, famous and strong, whereas I’ve been the weak one since birth.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Right is an easy going person, or should I say “Happy-go-Lucky”? He always got his way around. He was surrounded by his admirers all the time, I being one of them. What amazed me the most was that he never tried hard. People just knew where to find him and get a share of his blessings. As we grew older, things didn’t change. No they didn’t, only my admiration for him transformed into jealousy. I became aware of what I am [I was Wrong!]. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Being inferior struck me hard. I had everything Right had, for God’s Sake, we’re Twins!! I was only shy. I even tried to copy him and pretended to be Right, still the people who ever got around me were the ones there by mistake! They were not supposed to be there, to be with me. The curse on me affected them too, and they had to face the worst of their lives. The instant I got to know the reality, I turned them back. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">But they couldn’t see the good in it. Everyone was happy to be with Right, forgetting, if it wasn’t for me they would still be stuck with Wrong! As soon as they realized their slip, they loathed me. How ignorant of them. No one deserves such treatment. And so the world made me choose the other way. I became evil.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I took the advantage of being Right’s twin, altered myself to what was missing and what more could become of me. Never again did I turn anyone back if they came to me unknowingly. I let them suffer of their ignorance, lack of knowledge and misdoings. I learnt how to create illusions, how to make people believe me and how to mask Wrong with Right. I found my type. People continued to make “Wrong” Decisions and my life became meaningful. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">You’d be wondering why after a thousand years I am telling you all this. My story isn’t interesting or something to be proud of. I’ve betrayed many, conned many. I am responsible for destroying many lives. Maybe I’d have stayed Wrong all my life [I was content], if I hadn’t met this little girl. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I saw her at the seashore, the place where I mostly find my prey. It was a fine morning. The cloudy weather and soft cool breeze changed my frame of mind and I took off from work. I stood there, watching the waves fighting their way to arrive at the shore [Huh, racing who’ll reach first], and dying as soon as they reached their destination [No one wins!]. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">She approached me first. She looked troubled and confused, perfect state to get misguided, but I was already not in a mood to notice. ‘I knew I’d find you here, you’re Wrong.’ said she hesitantly. I glanced at her and continued listening to the music of nature, the waves hitting the rocks. ‘I need your help!’ the determination in her voice took me out of my trance and I turned towards her. She was young and innocent. Her eyes had a gleam of achieving the unachievable. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">‘How can I help you?’ I asked, indifferently. ‘I need you to support my Decision’.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Work, satisfaction, fulfillment, revenge all was present in front of me, within my reach, but there was something strange about it this time. ‘You said you know me, you must be aware of the consequences too?’ ‘What is the worse that can happen?’ she asked simply. ‘Go away girl! You don’t belong here.’ How could I tell her about the curse, regrets, losses, emptiness, wistfulness, miseries and sufferings she will find this way? I liked her and I couldn’t possibly let her risk it. Unlike others, she was aware of me if not of the outcomes. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">This was the first time someone came to me knowingly; what they want and after a long time in my life, I made Decision not to manipulate someone’s vulnerability. I shooed her away and started to walk by the sea. She followed me, ‘…so she is stubborn too.’ I thought. ‘Girl, you don’t know what you’re after, Wrong Decisions lead to disasters.’ I tried to warn her. ‘I am not making Wrong Decision, I am only deciding Wrong!’ I stopped dead in my track. She smiled. ‘You know the difference, don’t you?’ I continued to stare in her determined eyes and I knew I’d have to help her. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">‘Shall we walk?’ this time she started walking confidently beside me. </div><div class="MsoNormal">‘I may not know the consequences’ she was saying ‘but I know what may happen if I DON’T choose this way.’ I was lost in my thoughts. ‘…and be sure, you won’t be responsible for whatever may happen.’ A single nod of acceptance changed my life. I was more than just Wrong Decision now, someone chose me for the better. ‘You’re a nice person.’ She began her farewell. ‘May I call you “Hikmat”? See you around.’ And she left. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br />
Wrong is still my identity, only with a difference now.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Fee Amanillah.<br />
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<blockquote style="font-style: italic;"><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh927wDbgtM8U4Whyphenhyphent877L-vwBxkCEJiM1VVsynzVDGhfXZpNxGd-CoNb7UEkgG0tQFuazrlrnJzku7Yah5nwrVIE_pVhDvhjA4URK4j6eQ4eEqMgXN0TdZXeW_gvHKCTt1EH5/s1600/fussy_eater.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh927wDbgtM8U4Whyphenhyphent877L-vwBxkCEJiM1VVsynzVDGhfXZpNxGd-CoNb7UEkgG0tQFuazrlrnJzku7Yah5nwrVIE_pVhDvhjA4URK4j6eQ4eEqMgXN0TdZXeW_gvHKCTt1EH5/s200/fussy_eater.jpg" width="200" /></a>“Happa!!!” the , now two years old, baby bumps into her and grabs her by her legs, the far she can reach her mother. She laughs and tells her to stay away from the stove. Her hands are moving fast. Once she’s mashed the potatoes, she’s now putting cream, chicken stock and adding flavors to it, a little different this time. “Goudi!!!”, the baby demands. She pushes her away. Baby is not happy with it but busies herself in other interesting items present in the kitchen. She checks the baby from the corner of her eye, satisfied, she continues her work. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">A new recipe everyday is essential in order to feed the baby. She’s tried ‘em all up till now, even the combinations and variations. Oats, Mashed Bananas, Cream and honey with bread, Cheese with Paratha, Halwa, Scrambled eggs and fries, Butter and Rice, Mango pulp with fresh cream, Mashed-every-seasons-fruits, Potatoes-this, Potatoes-that .. what not? Feeding baby is always an adventure. Once the batter is ready, she puts the food in the baby utensils and prepares herself for the baby-battle-against-food.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">First step is to catch her unaware. Has the baby seen the look in her mother’s eyes, she is already running and laughing. Before she gets to her, the baby has hidden herself beneath the coffee table. She calls her name. The baby giggles. She could let go of her on such cuteness but no compromises on her diet, she reminds herself. The baby is trapped, which makes it easy for her to drag her out. Rest of the steps are enacted fast and before the baby knows she is bounded under her mother’s leg, her hands firmly held by one of her mothers. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Mixed expressions of shock and horror can be seen on the baby’s face just as she lowers the spoon full of Mashed-potatoes to baby’s mouth. First one goes easy. The baby gulps it rather difficultly after keeping it in mouth for a complete analysis. Second spoonful then Third. Fourth commences the struggle for freedom. But she manages to force it in the tiny mouth. By the fifth one, baby succeeds in freeing one of her hands, which she uses to push back her mother’s hand. Mashed-potatoes out of the spoon flies and land on the couch. But she is also a Mother, not ready to surrender. Scolding, she bounds her hands again. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Sixth, Seventh and Eighth. By now the tears are flowing from baby’s eyes. The first silent cries are now turning into small screams. The baby moves uncomfortably under her mother’s hold, still trying to free herself. The ninth one, and the baby has enough of it! Using all her energy the baby twists and slips from her mother’s embrace. Her cries are louder now and her face expressions are a proof of how much she disliked the treatment with her. She now tries every mother’s strategy at this kind of situation; love. She embraces the baby gently and calls her politely with a kiss. Slowly trying to feed the baby another serving. But kids have no second opinion. The food is rejected with the same intensity. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Few more tries, and the mother has to give up! Doubtful if she’s fed the baby enough, she leaves her with a sigh. The baby, content with her success, is now playing with her teddy and tea set. The worry-free baby knows no one can make her eat mashed-potatoes ever again. The Mother is thinking; postponing mashed-potatoes till next week she will try “Soojhi ka Halwa” next. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></div></blockquote><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Ctrl+S. She saves the piece of work on her laptop and grabs the few last bites of her Mashed-Potatoes and Fried Sausages. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">How often do we wish to be a child again? The worry-free and happy life, constant care, no work just games, sleeping at the wrong hours, getting up as desired and not to forget lots of chips and candies. All that one can dream of. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Her thoughts flow smoothly as she chews slowly, but miserably. She has it all again, but at a price that costs her life. She tries to grab the glass of water at her bedside but her faltering hand doesn’t allow. She does not deserve this, angry thoughts take over. Helpless in her bed, she closes her eyes and let the tears escape from the corners. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">And as always, the Mother comes to the rescue. After the course of medicines, she shoves a glass full of milk in her hands. She screams and resists. Just like the baby. But mother is not going to compromise on her diet, not this time. She embraces her, kisses her forehead and sits by her side, while she falls asleep again.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Assalamu Alaikum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa Barakatuhu!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Assalamu Alaikum Wa Rahmatullah.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Following depicts exactly how I have been feeling lately, due to the sickness.</span><br />
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<blockquote><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 78%;">Note: I highly respect the copyrights:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 78%;">[COPYRIGHT 2008 UNIVERSAL PRESS SYNDICATE. This feature may not be reproduced or distributed electronically, in print or otherwise without the written permission of uclick and Universal Press Syndicate.] and have only used the image as a personal communication mean. </span></blockquote></div>MOoNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15615390444594166582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783401.post-62071374675998925492008-03-05T21:10:00.001+05:002012-01-16T14:07:57.808+05:00Great Minds<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><i><br />
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</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">how is this quote: Sooner or later you get to know how much of a “friend” your friends are! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b>SB:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"><span dir="rtl" lang="HE">lolz<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b>SB:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"><span dir="rtl" lang="HE">yeah<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b>SB:</b><b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"><span dir="rtl" lang="HE">a good one<o:p></o:p></span></div><o:p></o:p> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b>SB:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"><span dir="rtl" lang="HE">or rather..<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b>SB:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"><span dir="rtl" lang="HE">a true one</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"> I SAID IT!!! =)<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>do you think its new? <br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">or someone already would've said this ?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b>SB:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"><span dir="rtl" lang="HE">you want copy righ</span>ts<span dir="rtl"></span><span dir="rtl"></span><span dir="rtl" lang="HE"><span dir="rtl"></span><span dir="rtl"></span>?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">yeah !!!!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">actually i wanted to know if theres ANY thing left in this world to be discovered <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">on which we can get the credit<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b>SB:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"><span dir="rtl" lang="HE">oh yes<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">whatever we do, is already done somewhere <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b>SB:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"><span dir="rtl" lang="HE">see<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b>SB:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">The concept of the 7 worlds is still undiscovered<span dir="rtl" lang="HE"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b>SB:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"><span dir="rtl" lang="HE">no one really researched on it</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">:P !!<span dir="rtl" lang="HE"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">what my point was , is that<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">whatever we think, discover or experience in this life "PHILOSPHICALLY" .. is experienced by our elders<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">and all the philosophers like Khalil Jibran, Paulo Coelho, Aristotle, Confucius<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">they've put it in words already<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">there isn't anything left , something NEW that we experience <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b>SB:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"><span dir="rtl" lang="HE">i am sure that they must have left something...<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">regarding FEELINGS?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b>SB:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"><span dir="rtl" lang="HE">but there is no </span><span dir="ltr"></span><span dir="ltr"></span><span dir="ltr"></span><span dir="ltr"></span> way of knowing that till you read ALL of their work<span dir="rtl" lang="HE"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">i mean. the experience of this world and life?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b>SB:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"> I am sure that all these great philosophers have no clue about experience of an MRI!! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"><b> SB:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"> How about that??<span dir="rtl" lang="HE"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">good point....... iss tarha tou experience with new technologies can make up a whole deewaan<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">and the next generation and then next... would know about it<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b>SB:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"><span dir="rtl" lang="HE">yeah<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">they'll think its already been discovered<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b>SB:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"> So you can come up with your “TECHNO PHILOSOPHY”!!!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b>SB:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"> I am sure you’ve suffered more techno disasters than us</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"> <b>SB:</b><br />
So you can describe the sufferings and miseries in great detail<br />
<b>SB:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">That’s what Philosophy is all about!!<span dir="rtl" lang="HE"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">GOOD <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">thats a great idea, I'll do that!!!!!!!!!!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b>SB:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">Even Happiness in philosophical terms is MELODRAMATIC!<span dir="rtl" lang="HE"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b>SB:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">But you’ll have to change your name…<span dir="rtl"></span><span dir="rtl"></span><span dir="rtl" lang="HE"><span dir="rtl"></span><span dir="rtl"></span> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b>SB:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">Pakeezah or Moon doesn’t ring Philosophical Bells!<span dir="rtl" lang="HE"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">how about Engineer M. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b>SB:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"><span dir="rtl" lang="HE">hmmm<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">for TECHNO PHILOSPHY, it is modern as well as suitable, everyone will believe an Engineer<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b>SB:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"><span dir="rtl" lang="HE">MunENG<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M.</i></b><i> :<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">Or Engmun <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b><i>Engineer M. :<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;">sounds like Alien<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b>SB:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"><span dir="rtl" lang="HE">yeah<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b>SB:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"><span dir="rtl" lang="HE">thats better<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"><b>SB:</b> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"><span dir="rtl" lang="HE">Engmun Moonda</span> !!!</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Assalamu Alaikum Wa Rahmatullah!! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"><span dir="rtl" lang="HE"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div>MOoNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15615390444594166582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783401.post-35655805380872672052008-03-05T04:43:00.000+05:002008-12-12T00:49:51.679+05:00...Just another night.<p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span dir="rtl" lang="ER" style="font-size:130%;">ظلمت کدے میں میرے شبِ غم کا جوش ہے<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span dir="rtl" lang="ER" style="font-size:130%;">ایک شمع ہے دلیلِ سحر<span style=""> </span>، <span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>سو خموش ہے ۔</span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"> </p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Hvywez1dV8ewVuAViSp4BrwRgFRHO3F974RId-BQfUDFuQzhOu-teWLtNuzmqqrVej83hzUKpVHA84wk0rGSd5Upz5_aMMmK-ZMDgBgFVwTxniBgwBvJhLKnAeI_WoIDUpow/s1600-h/Melting_Candle2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Hvywez1dV8ewVuAViSp4BrwRgFRHO3F974RId-BQfUDFuQzhOu-teWLtNuzmqqrVej83hzUKpVHA84wk0rGSd5Upz5_aMMmK-ZMDgBgFVwTxniBgwBvJhLKnAeI_WoIDUpow/s320/Melting_Candle2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174625975946868226" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:180%;">T</span>he sudden darkness causes her knock her feet against the side drawer, “Ya Rabb!!”, she calls out politely. Except for few stars shining infront of her eyes because of the pain, it’s completely dark around. The load shedding would continue for an hour and a half, but she knows how prolonged it’d seem. She searches her way out the room in order to light a candle. UPS is long gone dead, and the Petromax lamp is so out of reach. She has already tried calling a number of people last week to repair the UPS, but no one seems to have time for the old lady. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She explores the neatly lined jars on the kitchen counter, feeling them by her hands she reaches for the last candle she’s been saving for days. The little flame gives her the dull sight of her clean kitchen. She admires her day’s work and after getting into lounge she places the candle in the middle of the old coffee table. After seating herself comfortably on the couch she becomes more aware of the solitude and silence around her. The quietness about sends frequent chills in her spine. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She is lost in thoughts. This same place could stand out coz of the cheers and laughter of the little ones if you only go back in latest past. The thorny period of shadows made so easy with little feet around, bumping into her, screaming, and their glowing faces enough to light the surroundings. The beautiful memories put a slight smile on her face. But a loud racket brings her back to life. Her heart starts to pound rapidly.<span style=""> </span>The age has slowed down her responses but she is fast enough to reach the door and double check the lock. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Her ears are on alert, anticipating the slightest sound anyone can make. It is late till she realizes her hands are shivering and few drops of perspiration have appeared on her forehead. She holds the doorknob tightly but feels it slip through her hands because of the sweat. There is the noise again, this time with a shrill cry of a miserable cat. It’s only a cat. She tries to comfort herself by hugging her weak existence and convinces herself she is not afraid of it. It was long ago when the cats and their cries made her terrified, but she is old now. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">While the fight continues inside her, she finds herself almost talking out aloud. Her own voice sounds like a stranger’s and when she realizes she is alone, she reaches for the receiver of the phone. She’s started dialing her son’s number on the keypad. But what is she going to tell him? Not that its completely dark, and she is alone and scared. He’ll laugh if she tells him about the noise and the cat. She wants to tell him she misses him and wants him to come back. But she doesn’t want to put pressure on him, so its not a good idea. She will talk to her grand daughter, that will make her happy. The bell is going through. “Hello..”, she quickly speaks in the receiver only to hear his son’s voice directing: “Hello, you’ve reached the Ahmed’s, please leave your message after the beep and We’ll call you back. Thank you.”.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The small dark room, lit by one candle is her only companion for now. The flame of the candle synchronizes with the surroundings and has become dead still. The petrifying silence enters her soul and the emptiness around is winning over her. She’s become a part of the darkness and can no longer feel herself. She lingers on the couch while her life is played like a movie in front of her eyes.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Her parents leaving her behind in the house since she was a child. She complaining to her mother that she is scared of cats, and her mother telling her she is old now. Her husband leaving her for long hours alone and unable to fight for life when she needs him the most. She’s been brave for most of her life, she’s brought up her children alone. She’s fought for her rights and has given her children the best. She can see them happy and content in their lives now, and the best part of her life is her grand children. She is playing with them, feeding them, bathing them, and clothing them like she’s done with her children. But this time it is more satisfactory. She can feel their tiny hands on hers and their soft kisses on her cheeks. And she sees them running. They run so fast. She tries to reach them but they’ve disappeared. She has failed to catch them. She has failed to keep them. She calls out their names but only silences answer her. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The wax is melting fast; the silent flame of the only candle is low. She is old to be left alone, she has weakened to die. The flame of the candle is struggling to keep itself alight. The tears are flowing silently. The hot melted wax has gained the mass and the flame is twirling to live to the last of the thread. She sighs. The flame gives up, spreading the darkness in an already darkened life. Silence prevails. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“You’ve one new messages”.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Beeep.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“ ** Silence ** ”.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> Fee Amanillah<br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><br /><span dir="rtl" style="" lang="ER"><o:p></o:p></span></p>MOoNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15615390444594166582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783401.post-84880058690751250552007-10-13T15:40:00.001+05:002012-01-16T12:31:41.890+05:00The Perfect Iftaar<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><blockquote>“Hasbunallahu Wa Naimal Wakeel”</blockquote><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimzOioNdIcSF8_ZS0EfwppbrIlML5QrPVz-A18hYcg4eVTs7TplTiWu1PojLxYX8fGLKMmO6sW45xca__ztDcj0wYU1dtj-812srt8FK_VH_7XlMYnnwLIr7h0GKHL4E7JQYtc/s1600/dates_fruits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimzOioNdIcSF8_ZS0EfwppbrIlML5QrPVz-A18hYcg4eVTs7TplTiWu1PojLxYX8fGLKMmO6sW45xca__ztDcj0wYU1dtj-812srt8FK_VH_7XlMYnnwLIr7h0GKHL4E7JQYtc/s320/dates_fruits.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Assalamu Alaikum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa Barakatuhu,<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">7:00 Am</span></strong><br />
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I open my side of window and let the cool morning breeze rush inside the small area of the van. The day has started with its usual pace and I am on my way to the institute [after a wonderful Sahoor prepared by my Grandmother] where another usual day is awaiting.<br />
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Days are very specifically scheduled in the month of Ramadan and we spend it like any other day at University, only fully aware we're fasting and avoiding most of our usual behavior and actions [including studying]. Still till the end of the day we're tired like anything and expect people not to ask us to help with any extra chores.<br />
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I plan not to think about the deficiencies from my side but to concentrate on the blessings and wonders Allah has created [SUBHAN ALLAH], which are spread all around you in shape of beautiful nature so clean [which overcomes the man-made-pollution anyway], the everyday Miracle in form of little kids, worry free and happy, birds, trees, wind, vegetables and fruits on the cart for sale...<br />
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...reminds me of the Iftaar time in 10-11 hours to come and my only duty to make "fruit chaat" (mixed fruits nicely cut and toppled with sugar and black pepper), which no one has assigned me but I feel obligated to perform. I decide to make it with variations today in order to provide a feast for my lovely Grandmother at Iftaar, that is the least I can do for them.<br />
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I feel at peace after deciding a payback for the unnumbered favors by the caring, angel-like, always on her toes, never complaining or scolding, motherly, Grandmother, my Nani. Only in the time to come I’ll get to know that preparing a thousand meals, sahoor, iftaar can never compensate for the least she did for me.<br />
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I continue to observe around and waste my day in the usual manner.<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">6:15 pm <br />
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I quietly, hesitantly sit at the table which is already set for the Iftaar, containing two dishes [Three if you count dates, and four if you include the Drinks]. The third was supposed to be there but I overslept. I busy myself in praying, one of the reasons, so I don’t have to talk to my Granny. Just as she shoves a date in my hand, I feel compelled to explain… <br />
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“There were no fruits…” I start guiltily.<br />
“Really? Just bought them yesterday!?”, she doesn’t have even slightest suspicion or complain. Never rely on your past knowledge! I tell myself and slips even lower on the chair so I may hide my guilt.<br />
“Theres enough, Thanks to Allah.” She says really politely and I feel worse.<br />
“You know, I couldn’t decide what to make for iftaar. There was no yoghurt and we’re short of flour. But has Allah not promised He’d provide us with food? And the “rizq” gets double in Ramadan, Alhumdulillah.” She continues while pouring me a glass of Rooh Afza drink. I know she understands and is trying to make me feel better, rather she has a point here.<br />
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We break our fasts as the Maghrib Adhan begins. I eat and I eat much from what I thought was little, and I am already full ALHUMDULILLAH.<br />
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It is Allah who “provides”, Allah who sprinkles “Barakah” in what you eat, drink, wear, do. Why I thought I could add some luxury in already luxurious Iftaar, or why I thought I’d provide my Granny with a feast while Allah has already taken care of it!?? Allah shows you He is the Owner, Creator, The Only One, Eternal One, Provider.. The Greatest and Most Merciful, and we’re No One, Really.<br />
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“See, it was just a matter of 5 minutes!” my Granny smiles.“We don’t even have to work so hard, or to worry what to eat, when it’ll all be gone so soon.” She leaves the table. I secretly admire her for her care and understanding and wonders how to Thank Allah for all His blessings, for giving me such a wonderful Granny, giving me time for realization and for granting me the most satisfactory and “Perfect Iftaar” in my lifetime.<br />
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I can never thank Him enough , “Innallaha Ala Kul’le Shaii’in Qadeer”.<br />
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Is Taudi U Kumullah.</div>MOoNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15615390444594166582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783401.post-5083085915015463962007-07-31T21:47:00.000+05:002007-09-13T01:51:03.699+05:00The Truth about Life<p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b></b></span></p><blockquote><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>Me:</b> He'll be leaving soon for KSA.<br /><b>T: </b>This is sad.<br /><b>T:</b> Yay hi dastoor e zindagi hai. <i>[This is the constitution of life]</i><br /><b>Me:</b> Maa baap ko akela chore daina? <i>[Leaving your Parents Alone?] </i><br /><b>T:</b> Kia karein, Majboori hai. <i>[What can we do, It is beyond our control.]</i><br /><b>T:</b> Har aik ko jana parta hai. <i>[Everyone has to leave]</i><br /><b>T: </b>It is Life. </span> </blockquote><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Something is stuck in my throat, and even after half an hour, I am not able to digest the above conversation. I've nothing to do with the person who is leaving, nor does my Aunt <b style="">“T”</b>. I don't blame her for saying all that; she was only trying to be "understanding".<br /><br />And I agree, 110% <b style="">this is Life</b>. But Life what we’ve chosen... not life what it meant to be [or should've been].<br /><br />This is one horrendous truth, all the bad things happen around us, to us, to our loved ones and we cannot do anything about it. We witness the bitter facts, feel the pain in our hearts, and then go on with our lives. The worse happens to you and you say: "<i style="">This is life"</i>. You lose someone dear to you and you get to hear: <i style="">"Life Goes On..".</i><br /><br />I couldn't get my hands on the "Book of Life" up till now. The book which defines all the rules and regulations of life. Which tells us that "Life" is responsible for all the tragedies and disasters. The Book which makes you believe you’re unfortunate because it’s the fault of “Life”. And why should I find one? Its not written anywhere. </span> <p></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p><br />You accept the malice once on yourself, and you’ll be the target all your life. It is our fault we’re in such miserable situation. It is our fault if we’re not happy and it is our fault if we accept what we don’t deserve. Its not life that makes us, but we make our lives the way it is. It is our fault that we are following the non-muslim propaganda of life blindly, we're so into the worldly stuff that we've forgotten what Life actually is.<br /></span> </p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p><br />Maybe I am no one to decide who is at fault, but only if we start living the way it is supposed to be, i.e by following the Quran and Sunnah then Trust me, Life [and life hereafter] would be Better not only for you but for the people around you [INSHA ALLAH]. You won’t have to worry for the “bread and butter” but only Allah’s happiness. And Allah’s happiness is in taking care of your Parents. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Remember, Life doesn't go on forever... but has an End. And when it ends... !!!</span><br /></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">May Allah give us all Hidayah, forgive our sins and grant us place in Jannat ul Firdos, Ameen. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><blockquote>Anyone who acts rightly, male or female, being a believer, We will give them a good life and We will recompense them according to the best of what they did. (<st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Surat</st1:city></st1:place> an-Nahl: 97)</blockquote><o:p></o:p></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><o:p> </o:p></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Fee Amanillah.<b style=""> <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>MOoNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15615390444594166582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783401.post-63925385247100519532007-07-26T03:41:00.000+05:002008-12-12T00:49:51.918+05:00The 5 Minutes Walk of Bliss<p class="MsoNormal">Assalaamu Alaikum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa Barakatuhu,</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQAmP_UpmG6H4rVE7uGTfN5Es0igeBY7W1-op-Dx7te9Pf-1KpI3K2svasu1hzaDEpzJBDcRSUO40uhLOCKYWFxf1RJxdqXEfTMVsK7_dHu96uW2xuu5kwmlMif4alW3EPwoUT/s1600-h/girl+holding+hands+parents.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQAmP_UpmG6H4rVE7uGTfN5Es0igeBY7W1-op-Dx7te9Pf-1KpI3K2svasu1hzaDEpzJBDcRSUO40uhLOCKYWFxf1RJxdqXEfTMVsK7_dHu96uW2xuu5kwmlMif4alW3EPwoUT/s400/girl+holding+hands+parents.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091271660419427666" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I see my sister walking towards the entrance gate at the airport. My eyes follow her till she is lost in the crowd, till I see no more of her black gown. I stand there oblivious of swarming people around me but fully aware of the feelings of the two persons by my side. They are my Parents. But I dare not look at them; I dare not interrupt their thoughts. We’ve signed a Silent contract: not to bug each other at this moment. And we understand this Quietness. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We wait. She said she’ll be back after the luggage is gone. Moments pass by slowly. Really Slowly. I try to indulge my mother into talking to me, but after a few replies she is quiet again. She looks tired. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Father is in deep thoughts himself. I am thinking of the topic that’ll interest him the most. I come up with the different technologies used at the Airport, the flight announcement boards [Or whatever that is called!?] for instance. But for the first time in life, he’s got shortest and précised answers to all my questions. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Words are not helping. I was never good at words anyway. Time passes in a very upsetting way, while we play with our thoughts and stand there unsure of the future. My sister returns after ages [at least that’s what it feels like]. I want to hug her, I want her to stay. I want to talk to her, standing there and then, all night! But she has more important matters at hand. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Isn’t it good? Keep yourself busy so you’ve less time to think about what hurts. I don’t know why your loved ones have to leave you. Why do you have to go through these severely painful moments of Separation? If this is just some stupid rule of life, then I don’t like it. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">There she goes again. This time she won’t be returning. My father takes the lead towards the Parking Lot, but my mother is hesitant. She wants to call my sis to make sure she won’t be coming out again OR to make her realize she already misses her? </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I take my mother’s hand in my hand. Hold it tight. I want her to understand she is not alone. As we drag ourselves towards the <st1:place st="on">Lot</st1:place>, my father gets hold of my other hand, and we walk on the way to our car, hands in hands. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">While I hold hands with my parents, I know I share a strong bond with them. We share each others’ lives. For an obvious reason, our happiness and sorrows are the same. I never thought I’ll be the last one to go, but for some strange reason, I am enjoying it. I have full attention of my parents now, just as I used to imagine when I was a kid. I tighten the grip on my parents’ hand, so they don’t let go. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I deliberately take small steps; I want to last it longer. The breeze seems to synchronize with our walk, making the surroundings soothing. The time has stopped, or am I imagining it? I no longer can hear the noises around me, but only the peace entering my soul. Everything seems to honor this moment, as it observes silently. It feels like the most appropriate thing happening around, and I love every millisecond of it. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I keep my eyes at the three shadows in front of us, thinking it’s the most beautiful chain of shadows I’ve ever seen. No one can ever break it, because it’s not physical anyway. Love resides in just every part of our souls; the “touch” only connects the hearts! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">For once, we don’t need words. We’ve agreed to Allah’s will, and treasure what we’re left with.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The walk lasts five minutes. Five minutes of pure bliss and satisfaction. I eventually let go of my parents hands, sure of one thing: </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Our bond is stronger than anything, it doesn’t need words to communicate each others’ feelings, to comfort each other and I know we’ll be there for each other no matter what; after all, We’re Family! [ALHUMDULILLAH] </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Is Taudi’u Kum’Ullah. </p>MOoNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15615390444594166582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783401.post-72765804412566976982007-05-20T21:14:00.000+05:002007-05-20T21:46:30.041+05:00But .. MATHS ... ? ! ?! ?!? !?<p><b></b></p><blockquote><p><b>Live through your Subject - "Probability" Part I<br /> </b>21:13 - Tuesday, Sept. 28, 2004</p><p><b>Set:</b> Library<br /><b>Time:</b> 11:00 am<br /><i>Scene I :</i> </p><p><b>'R:</b> " If theres a group of 9 members, out of which 3 are geniuses, what is the probability of a member getting the right answer in first try. B) Probability of another member getting the solution in 2nd try? C)Whats the probability of "H" out of those nine getting the answer not even in the third trial ?? " :P</p><p><b>Kay:</b> " Hmmmm we can change the names event-ually..? *-) " </p><p><b>Me:</b> " Conditions apply... if 'N can get the answer... "H" certainly will. :P .. hey why only US!! :@ "</p><p><b>'N:</b> " Whats the probability of 'H not being from the 3 geinuses. Equally likely chances x:o)!"</p><p><b>Me:</b> " Exactly, like there was a probability 1/38 of the presence of 'a horse' in our class yesterday! " </p><p><b>Kay:</b> " Hehehe, That voice was wonderful...! "</p><p><b>'R:</b> " Truly Professional." </p><p><b>'H:</b> " Can someone do it? "</p><p><b>'I</b> <i>(drowned deep in an example ):</i> " Oh thats Simple! " </p><p><b>All Together:</b> " NIKALO!!! " :D</p><p><b>'I:</b> "The Tree Diagram... "</p><p>We all BURST into LAUGHTER!!!</p><br /><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">[Page from M'Diary]</span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /></p>Thanks to Markov Chain Models, reminded me the time when I had to study Probability Theory like crazy. And thanks to my Teacher, who made us those crazy persons. Only that he forgot we're Human beings, and he forgot we're the Lazy Pakistanis. I dont remember a word and it seems like ages I studied that.<br /><p><br /></p><p>Why does this happen?? I've seriously tried all the techniques, from "Almonds" to "Dimagheen", but MATHS seems new to me everytime I dare look at it. Is it Maths or ME, I dont know. But I certainly know now, the more you run away from a thing, the more it gets to you.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Solution lies in the above "scene". You've to indulge yourself in the subject, you've to learn it for the sake of getting knowledge, and not for the sake of just Learning. Never take your subject as burden, but fun [Though I wonder if theres ANY fun at all in Mathematics].<br /></p><br />I dont know how successful my Teacher was in teaching us Statistics or Mathematics, but he sure succeeded in endowing us the ability to live through the subject, to treasure it. Now when I open the book I'll be knowing the probability of me understanding the subject, because its part of our lives.<br /><br /><br />Assalaamu Alaikum, Wa Rahmatullahi, Wa Barakatuhu .. Fee Amanillah.MOoNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15615390444594166582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783401.post-85147450515220348132007-05-16T01:39:00.000+05:002007-09-13T06:29:45.244+05:00Getting to know "LIFE"<p class="MsoNormal">Assalaamu Alaikum Wa Rahmatullah,<br /><br />Sometimes you come across the most weirdest situations in life which you never expected, but then they're called Experiences.<br /><br />With each new Experience you get to know a new face of the Life, and uglier it becomes.<br /><br />I now know why they say to Listen to your elders or to learn from others' mistakes, because experiencing everything yourself is not always cheerful!<br /><br />And then you have to make decisions about things you dont even wanna think about. Theres no way out because your loved ones who promised to support you, who spoiled you to the last limit, made themselves indispensable for you will NOT always be there.<br /><br />There'd be times when you so want to be understood without making any effort yourself, without having the trouble to say what you want, but they wont understand. And yet again You'll be the one on Verge!<br /><br />Its YOUR Life, and Others are Least Concerned about it.<br /><br />There'd be things you are not happy about but you'll welcome them. There'd be things you'll accept because others want you to accept. There'd be things you'll do because others "Expect" you to do and you do that to keep them happy.<br /><br />I've learned to "LET GO" of things I want, my mother told me , its called "Compromise".<br /><br />But what if I dont want to experience this all, what if I dont want to make decisions, what if I dont wanna LET GO ???<br /><br />Cant we just change the LIFE ?????<br /><br />May Allah have His Mercy on Us, and help us throughout our lives, May Allah make it easy for Us to live and die the way He wants. Ameen.<br /><br />Fee Amanillah.</p>MOoNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15615390444594166582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783401.post-1150398370111056562006-06-15T23:47:00.001+05:002008-03-18T22:55:03.294+05:00Bara Dushwar hota hai ...<p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span dir="rtl" style="font-size: 16pt;" lang="AR-SA">بڑا دُشوار ہوتا ہے <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span dir="rtl" style="font-size: 16pt;" lang="AR-SA">ذرا سا فیصلہ کرنا<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span dir="rtl" style="font-size: 16pt;" lang="AR-SA">کہ جیون کی کہانی کو<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span dir="rtl" style="font-size: 16pt;" lang="AR-SA">بیانِ بے زبانی کو<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span dir="rtl" style="font-size: 16pt;" lang="AR-SA">کہاں سے یاد رکھنا ہے<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span dir="rtl" style="font-size: 16pt;" lang="AR-SA">کہاں سے بھول جانا ہے<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span dir="rtl" style="font-size: 16pt;" lang="AR-SA">کِسے کتنا بتانا ہے<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span dir="rtl" style="font-size: 16pt;" lang="AR-SA">کس سے کتنا چھپانا ہے<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span dir="rtl" style="font-size: 16pt;" lang="AR-SA">کہاں رو رو کے ہنسنا ہے<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span dir="rtl" style="font-size: 16pt;" lang="AR-SA">کہاں ہنس ہنس کے رونا ہے<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span dir="rtl" style="font-size: 16pt;" lang="AR-SA">کہاں آواز دینی ہے<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span dir="rtl" style="font-size: 16pt;" lang="AR-SA">کہاں خاموش رہنا ہے<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span dir="rtl" style="font-size: 16pt;" lang="AR-SA">کہاں رستہ بدلنا ہے<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span dir="rtl" style="font-size: 16pt;" lang="AR-SA">کہاں سے لوٹ جانا ہے<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span dir="rtl" style="font-size: 16pt;" lang="AR-SA">بڑا دُشوار ہوتا ہے۔۔۔<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br />Nice One!!! Isn't it? Especially for those who are bad at making decisions, like Me :P!!MOoNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15615390444594166582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783401.post-1147603347892407522006-05-14T15:35:00.002+05:002012-01-16T14:15:56.403+05:00And I am That....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBBaJ2gw1Oe4TbNzFv_F9vRbWKSeCx4rL-4VpKyrdNIthIPDQH24oX9H8WRGOqFMwtC3j4_11CF4nicTi7CnqrjAsuidFGFtvFFXwzXtoBeIuQVQ-UJK_uUFZoFacL0yGVEXSB/s1600/garfield-1069.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBBaJ2gw1Oe4TbNzFv_F9vRbWKSeCx4rL-4VpKyrdNIthIPDQH24oX9H8WRGOqFMwtC3j4_11CF4nicTi7CnqrjAsuidFGFtvFFXwzXtoBeIuQVQ-UJK_uUFZoFacL0yGVEXSB/s320/garfield-1069.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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I am talking about <a href="http://geo.tv/geonews/details.asp?id=106683">THIS</a>. Now that today I am up on time... infact, long before time... I cant go to my University. Sad, indeed. [will miss the Cool Breeze :( ]<br /><br />The most irritating part is, I CANT SLEEEEEP AGAIN!!!! I tried and tried and tried... but now I feel so fresh that its hard even to tell myself that I can sleep! <br /><br />Personally I am " NOT " in favor of these strikes in Pakistan. I condemn those cartoons just as much as Any Muslim, but this is not the way to defend our dignity or religion.<br />What are we getting by ruining our own Assets, stealing from the shops, taking advantage of these strikes, joining just to have fun, and lying to our ownselves??? How we'll protect our religion by hurting our Muslim brothers?? How are we going to make up for the loss of our Time, Education, Business of One Whole Day???<br /><br />Give it a thought...<br />The thing to worry about is <span style="font-weight: bold;">not</span> "How we make the ' Kuffar ' apologize?" but "How they got this courage to do such a thing against Muslims?"<br /><br />My Sir told us a story from the days of Rasul Allah SAW, how only few people started the "tabligh" without any fear or resources...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Some messengers of Rasul Allah SAW went to a King and gave him Dawa' of Islam, he asked them who you are, and they answered proudly and fearlessly,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">" We are the ones who straighten the spoiled ones."</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">the King answered:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">" We got a religion, but we left it... that is why we are at this level now that you can talk to us like this! "</span><br />Just in Years, Islam spread so quickly that it could be found in all four corners of this world. That was the time when kuffar feared Muslims, and they couldn't have said even a word against them. At that time Muslims had only one objective, Live for Allah, die for Him.<br /><br />Today we've left our "Deen", we've lost our dignity, we've ruined everything by our own hands, worst of all, we've ruined the reputation of our religion, our Beloved Prophet SAW ourselves by not following his footsteps, by not following Allah's orders, by not being the Muslims we are supposed to be! We've invited the Kuffars to insult us in any way they want...<br /><br />Its a moment to cry, its a moment to realize and its a moment of action...<br />Action not as in the shape of strikes and rallies, but to analyze ourselves and be the Real Muslims. How fair are We with our religion, that we get angry if a Kaffir is not!?? I believe we can protect our religion better if we are better Muslims and united.<br /><br />Maybe I am wrong in all what I said above, but I'll be glad if you can correct me.<br /><br />Signing Off.<br />Fi Aman Allah.MOoNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15615390444594166582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783401.post-1139561972185270272006-02-10T13:56:00.000+05:002006-02-16T08:17:26.626+05:00Whats in a Result ?!?!<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">*Edited:</span></span><br /><br />This post have been relocated coz it was not intented for this Blog. [Stupid problems!]<br />Sorry for the inconvenience.<br />You can find the post <a href="http://spaces.msn.com/m-rulez">here</a> now.<br /><br />Take care :)!MOoNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15615390444594166582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783401.post-1139169127883712882006-02-06T00:42:00.000+05:002006-02-07T04:42:39.756+05:00Chocolates and Me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3351/496/1600/PICT1189-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3351/496/320/PICT1189-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Hmmmmm .....<br />Willy Wonka said: <blockquote style="font-weight: bold;">" Eating chocolates makes you feel Loved!! " </blockquote><br />But it didn't work for me.... I feel just as depressed as I was before.<br />Or Maybe... Snickers and Ferrero Rocher dont have those magical instincts as the Wonka Chocolates..<br />I want one Wonka Bar Pleaseeee!!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">P.S:</span> I really liked Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Btw!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Edited: </span><br />Guess what ... I was taking some of the quizzes on <a href="http://www.blogthings.com">blogthings.com</a>, and look what I found!!!<br /><br /><table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"><tbody><tr><td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;" ><b>Snickers</b></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#fffafa"><center><img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/snickers.jpg" height="100" width="100" /></center><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />Nutty and gooey - you always satisfy.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/">What Kind of Candy Are You?</a></div><br /><br />Yup Yup Yup <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3351/496/1600/biggrin.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3351/496/400/biggrin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> !!! I LOVE SINCKERS , and that I am!!! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3351/496/1600/cool.0.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3351/496/400/cool.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>MOoNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15615390444594166582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783401.post-1133165706972490232005-11-28T13:05:00.000+05:002005-11-29T22:17:39.416+05:00hiiiiiiiiiii ... From Noor!hiiiiiiiiiii<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Edited: </span><br />Okay... that was my friend <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://thoughts-of-i.blogspot.com/">NuRpUr's</a> <span style=";font-family:";font-size:12;" >mischievous hand behind that post!! She just did this in "seconds" when I turned around to talk to someone! Great going Noooor!<br /></span>MOoNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15615390444594166582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783401.post-1132615135982850732005-11-22T04:05:00.000+05:002005-11-22T04:18:56.046+05:00M o r t a l i t y . . .<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3351/496/1600/ambulance%20accident.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3351/496/320/ambulance%20accident.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">We</span> think accidents happen to others only... and even if we see some accident, we only feel pity for them and move on... but we always forget we are no EXCEPTIONS. And such things can happen to us too... or maybe WORSE.<br /><br />Somethings, that leave you only shattered to pieces, and you cant stand up to live again. Somethings that take everything away, Somethings that make you worse than D.E.A.D! Those somethings can happen to us, and we are all human beings.<br /><br />and we just always forget that we are Human beings.MOoNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15615390444594166582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783401.post-1132093204464975532005-11-16T03:13:00.000+05:002005-11-16T03:20:04.480+05:00See you ... After a break :)!Assalaam O Alaikum,<br /><br />Just stopped by to drop this line..<br /><br />" Prayyyyy for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" , Yeah, you got it... I am having my exams. Okay, though they're just Mid terms, but exams are exams... and they suck!!<br /><br />Wanted to write lots... but not getting the time , I'll be back soon!<br /><br />Till then, you can browse the links below,<br /><br /><ul><li><a href="http://siratul-mustaqeem.blogspot.com">Refresh your Iman</a> [My new blog, its all about my Religion]</li><li><a href="http://karachi.metblogs.com">Karachi Metroblogging</a> [Just started to write here tooo, hope you enjoy it]</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">M ' Diary</span> [Oooopss , its a restricted area, keep out :P.. ]</li></ul><br />Wish me luck... and Pray for me... !! Miltay hain, Break kay baad... Same place, same blog with the same old boring author!!<br /><br />Fi Aman Allah.MOoNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15615390444594166582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783401.post-1131045831867481102005-11-03T23:53:00.000+05:002005-11-04T00:23:51.923+05:00MERI Eidi..... TERI Eidi !!!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3351/496/1600/flyer1-final.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3351/496/320/flyer1-final.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Assalaam o Alaikum Wa Rahmatullah,<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Eid</span> is here.... and Allah has given us a chance to show our love for Him, and for His people. Lets celebrate this eid in a different way... and instead of taking "Eidi" from our elders, give it to the ones waiting in the other part of Pakistan, lets give them a ray of sunshine in their darkest hours of life, lets fill their faces with smiles instead of fear, lets give their eyes the shine, instead of tears!!!<br /><br />Please send "Eidi" items , small gifts, packed, to the kids suffering in the effected area. They dont know what has happened to them and why... but they'll be knowing this that this eid of theirs would be different than usual.. we can still make them feel at home... and make their eid a happy one.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Eidi Items can be given at <span style="font-weight: bold;">COD</span>, or infront of <span style="font-weight: bold;">EXPO CENTER</span>, or at a camp at <span style="font-weight: bold;">MAI KOLACHI. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Karachi, Pakistan)</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note: </span><br />Useful things if given as eidi, would be of double use to them.. e.g good books, stationary stuff, or shoes, sweaters, dresses, and bangles and Henna for Girls, sweets, candies toffees, and biscuits etc.<br />And if you pack them nicely in gift wrapping papers... with your name on it, it'd be even better :)!<br /><br /></span>Donate generously, and I am sure Allah will make this Eid of yours Double Blessed one, InshaAllah and Ameen!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">P.S: </span>Thanks to Geo Tv for the nice Tag Line.<br /><br />Fi Aman Allah.<br /><br /></div></div>MOoNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15615390444594166582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783401.post-1130686363306558052005-10-30T19:56:00.000+05:002005-10-30T20:41:07.133+05:00Simple Eid or No Eid ?Assalaam O Alaikum,<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3351/496/1600/kidplaying.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3351/496/320/kidplaying.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/azfar/">Source</a></span><br /></div><br />Lately whenever we are having discussions on "Earthquake 2005"... the topic of Eid surely comes up... and I always say that we shouldn't be celebrating EID... on which I always have to hear lots of stuff, before I can finish my sentence!!<br /><br />I am obviously aware of whats the Significance of Eid in a Muslim's Life. After the end of the Holy month of Ramadan, its a Gift from Allah, on which we can Thank Him and be happy. Where the meanings of Eid itself are "HAPPINESS".<br /><br />What I mean, and what I always want to say... after all this destruction, with our fellow Muslims, Human Beings, and our Fellow Pakistanis are facing difficult time, they then have some rights on "us" who claim to be Muslims.<br />If we just cant help them, if we cant cry with them, we shouldn't forget them either...<br /><br />Those who understand the situation will understand what I want to say... Theres no real Happiness left around. Even if we try to smile, laugh or try to have fun... we shouldn't forget that there are people who are suffering, and there wont be an EID for them this year, while future still remains dark for all of us.<br /><br />I've never stopped anyone from celebrating EID, its Sunnah to wear new clothes, and to celebrate the occassion of Eid. But at this time... we can do it differently, while completing the Sunnah, we can do it Simply too. Instead of shopping alot, doing the<span style="font-weight: bold;"> "Asraaf"</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">[Spending extra than necessary/Spending useless]</span> i.e getting an expensive dress (+ 3 or 4 in number), then all the stuff of matching with it, matching shoes, bangles, jewellery... and everything, we can instead buy a simple dress for us, and by the remaining budget of ours, we can buy lil Eidi gifts for the kids in the effected area... or donate it by any other means we can.<br /><br />Instead of having a <span style="font-weight: bold;">"GREAT EID"</span> in one part of Pakistan, and <span style="font-weight: bold;">"NO EID"</span> in one part of Pakistan.. we can have Simple Eid... and EID EVERYWHERE in Pakistan.<br /><br />I am definite, we can get DOUBLE HAPPINESS by doing this, instead of just celebrating it for OURSELVES. Coz I doubt if anyone will be happy anyway... but by making the needy ones happy... Our Allah will be happy with us too then. And theres no bigger happiness than to give others Happiness, Trust me... and Try it!!!<br /><br />Fi Aman Allah.MOoNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15615390444594166582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783401.post-1130173172042314952005-10-24T19:17:00.000+05:002005-10-26T13:36:50.076+05:00The Depression<div align="center">Assalaam O Alaikum Wa Rahmatullah,<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;" align="left"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3351/496/1600/sadgirl1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3351/496/200/sadgirl.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;" align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;">W</span>ith the "depression" caused on the earth by the earthquakes... the depression in the people of Karachi has been doubled. While I remember the spirits of Karachiites on the first day of quake, the way they wanted to help, the way they volunteered and worked day and night, for hours and hours... it all has lessened gradually. It is not that the spirits died... but they've been overcome by the fears and doubts.<span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><br /><br />The gloomy atmosphere around me makes me feel more depressed. Everyday I enter my Unive<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3351/496/1600/burried.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3351/496/200/burried.jpg" border="0" /></a>rsity with a fear in my heart, that I might hear a bad news about something... someone's death, the daily after shocks in those areas, and Pre-shocks[of Tsunami, what some says!] in Karachi, which jolts the hearts of Karachiites everytime they occur. I feel guilty of smiling or laughing with such situation around.<br /><br /><br />Just hearing the news of earthquake on all the Pakistani channels, watching the destruction caused by them, people dying, death-toll rising day by day, people suffering, crying, pleading for help... Little innocent children without their parents, loss of whole families, their shelters.. all of this can make anyone vomit.<br /><br />I dont know about many homes, or many people.. what they think.. what they're doing... but I can say this without any doubt that all of us, who still have got some humanity left in us... cant stop thinking and praying for the effected people.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3351/496/1600/littlegirl11.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3351/496/200/littlegirl11.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3351/496/1600/injured%20girl1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3351/496/200/injured%20girl1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I</span> feel people in Pakistan are losing hopes. Lately I've been hearing a lot from my family and friends, the discussions about "End of Time", "Death", "Sufferings" and all. But what I dont hear is what they're doing for all this. People are worried about the prediction of Tsunami in Karachi and the earthquakes <span style="font-style: italic;">[courtesy of Mamooun, :S ]</span>, and they all fear from the destruction and death and are making their minds and preparing themselves for any similar disaster. But have they still given it a thought that what they should be actually preparing themselves for?<br /><br />If its really almost the "END OF TIME", do you or I find ourselves prepared for it in reality? If we die today, will we die peacefully?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Do we have enough good deeds to rely on, for the lives hereafter!?</span><br /><br />Lately, I got chance to go out... and I was more than surprised to see the kind of "Rush", I've NEVER seen at Millennium Mall (Karachi), people shopping crazily, as if they really wont get a chance again to shop. And not just that, I never saw ANY change at all... in the "MUSLIMS" of Paksitan.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">* </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Remark:</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>I DONT count myself out of all this, so NO OFFENSE to Anyone intended. [Just went out last night to buy some books! :P]<br /></div><div align="left"></div><p></p><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">OR</span></strong> maybe, things are getting Normal. I dont like this state of normalizing either. People are forgetting what happened in the Northern Pakistan, because they have not yet experienced it. Its not out of the SIGHT yet, still people are trying to put it off their MINDS... <p></p></div><div align="left"><br />We all need a change, we need to realize and follow the true path, moreover, if we've worked this much uptil now, we are not supposed to stop... we still have to help our fellow Pakistanis. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br />Signing Off!!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br />Fi Aman Allah.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">P.S:</span> 1)Why only about Karachi? Coz "Me" living in Karachi, and observing the limited people around me.<br />2) Whatever I said in this post is just what <span style="font-weight: bold;">I SEE</span> , what <span style="font-weight: bold;">I OBSERVE</span>, and what <span style="font-weight: bold;">I THINK</span>... its not necessary for you to agree with it. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" >[<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68016364@N00/">Source</a> of Pictures Used. </span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" >]</span></div>MOoNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15615390444594166582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783401.post-1129917406805481182005-10-21T22:31:00.000+05:002005-10-23T18:29:23.240+05:00" Even a Smile can be Charity " [Al - Quran]Assalaam O Alaikum,<br /><br />Was just going through the sites, and I thought I should atleast promote some... which are working hard for the Relief Fund Online or Offline.<br /><br /><ul> <li> <a href="http://www.help-pakistan.com/">Help Pakistan</a></li> <li> <a href="http://www.pakistanearthquake2005.com/index.asp">Pakistan Earthquake 2005</a></li> <li> <a href="http://www.pakquake.com/">Pak Quake</a></li> <li> <a href="http://www.risepak.com/">Rise Pak</a></li> <li> <a href="http://harrisbinkhurram.blogspot.com/">EarthQuake.Org</a></li> </ul>[<span style="font-weight: bold;">Update:</span> another very good site working to record the information for <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Missing People</span> from hospitals and everywhere... ]<br /><ul><li><a href="http://www.earthquake.org.pk/">Earthquake Victims Information System</a></li></ul> & Ofcourse... Well Known,<br /><br /><ul> <li> <a href="http://www.presidentofpakistan.gov.pk/">Presidents Earthquake Relief Fund</a></li> </ul> There are many more sites, but if we just take out some time ... we still can make a difference in the lives of effected people of the Earthquake by doing a little.. and we can help them make it better every next moment.<br /><br />Lets just stand together in this difficult time on our Nation... and May Allah's Help be with us.. ameen.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><blockquote style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Abu Mas`ud `Uqbah bin `Amr Al-Ansari (May Allah be pleased with him) said: When the Ayah enjoining Sadaqah (charity) was revealed,* we used to carry loads on our backs to earn something that we could give away in charity. One person presented a considerable amount for charity and the hypocrites said: "He has done it to show off.'' Another one gave away a few Sa` of dates and they said: "Allah does not stand in need of this person's dates". Thereupon, it was revealed:</span> <p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" >"Those who defame such of the believers who give charity (in Allah's Cause) voluntarily, and such who could not find to give charity (in Allah's Cause) except what is available to them...''</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"> </span>(9:79)</span><br />[Al-Bukhari and Muslim].</span> </p> <p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >* This is the A'yah in which Allah says!</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" > <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">"Take Sadaqah (alms) from their wealth in order to purify them and sanctify them with it, and suppliate Allah for them.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">..''</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"> </span>(9:103)</span><br /></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> </blockquote> <p style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span> </p> <p><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >"And whatever you spend in good, surely, Allah knows it well.''</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">(2:273)<blockquote></blockquote></span></span></span></span><b><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br />Fi Aman Allah.<br /></span></span><br /><br /></span></span></b></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><b></b></span> </span></p>MOoNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15615390444594166582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783401.post-1129314333594265972005-10-14T21:13:00.000+05:002005-10-14T23:25:33.633+05:00....H e l p i n g . E n o u g h ???<p> <span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">Salaam,</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">In the whole last week, since the earthquake brought the mass destruction in the lives of Pakistanis we've seen enough responses from all over the world and the Passionate Pakistanis working day and night to make available the stuff our fellow Pakistanis need.<br /></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">While everyone is trying their best efforts.. the question that arises over here is that is it all Enough?<br /></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></p> <blockquote> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">" All the agencies are now co-ordinated and united - but that doesn't mean we have what we need. We are out in the field and we see with our own eyes that things are beyond the government and the army now. </span></p> <p> <span style="font-size:100%;">We need international aid from all over the world. " Said </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><b> Dr Irfan Noor , </b></b></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><b>From remote Odhi district. </b></b></span></p> </blockquote> <p><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><b><br /></b></b></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">The question is how the government should manage the aid for all the areas... and the things they ACTUALLY NEED... we surely lack management in such crisis. Why are we still unable to make available all the comodities <span style="font-size:100%;">for the effected people even when everyone is doing so much? <b><b><br /></b></b></span></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><b></b></b></span></p> <blockquote> <p><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><b>" </b></b>Their first need is shelter. Temperatures are extremely low. People now have food and medicine, but shelter is what they desperately need. </span></p> <p> <span style="font-size:100%;">The onset of the cold has changed all our priorities. </span></p> <span style="font-size:100%;">I can see that relief supplies are coming in, but tents please, more tents. " , <span style="font-weight: bold;">from Balakot.<br /> <br /> </span></span> <p><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><b>" </b></b></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Supplies have only just reached here. Doctors are performing surgeries but without sterilisation equipment, surgical tools, without proper sanitation even. " <span style="font-weight: bold;">Dr Irfan from Mansehra.</span></span></p> </blockquote> <p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /></span></p> Some of the Facts that looked great... but now I wonder if they were enough of a Help.<br /><ul> <li><span style="font-size:100%;">According to some stats available <a href="http://harrisbinkhurram.blogspot.com/">here</a> about 2000 young girls and boys from karachi were there to volunteer at PAF.<br /> </span></li> </ul> <ul> <li> <span style="font-size:100%;">According to a survey.. ONLY 15% of people have given donations uptil now. Rest are still to be motivated.<br /> </span></li> </ul> <p><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></p> <blockquote> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">" I've seen doctors in tears. They are on the frontline and they are working with people who are dying, people without shelter, sanitation, and they cannot cope with the trauma. </span></p> <p> <span style="font-size:100%;">But I have also seen truck upon truck of aid from ordinary Pakistani people. My UN colleagues have told me they have never seen anything like this. It makes me feel proud. </span></p> <span style="font-size:100%;">It is the one positive thing amidst all this misery." [Again said <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/south_asia/4328028.stm">Dr. Irfan Noor to BBC</a>]</span></blockquote><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />THERES STILL A LOT FOR US TO DO.... May Allah make available all the ways to reach to our Needy brothers and sisters. AMEEN.<br /><br />I only feel helpless... just like we are not making enough efforts... I am not praying enough either I guess... the only thing I can contribute. Allah yet has to take our exam and we still have a lot to suffer for the sins we committed. But lets not lose our hopes and courage... our brothers and sisters need us... Lets just do it as much as we can...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Bahria's Contribution :</span><br /><br />I thought I'll give you a quick review about <a href="http://www.bimcs.edu.pk/">My University</a>'s Activities... so if that you need to donate... you yet have another source to TRUST.<br /><br />The Bimaxian Society of Bahria University, Dalmia, Karachi Campus, is doing a really good job in collecting the donations and managing them well with the help of the volunteers of the society and university. They'd be taking all the stuff along with them by their own transport... to the effected areas like Abbottabad and other places. Such trips would be held every week.<br /><br />Other than that a whole team of volunteers of Bahrians was organized and by the permission of our Director Farid uz Zaman, they'll be going to volunteer for any physical work required in the effected areas where man-power is needed.<br />Bahrians have donated generously uptil now and we can see still Lots more is required, lets hope the needy people get it as soon as possible. </span><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /> </span></p>MOoNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15615390444594166582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7783401.post-1129046847379407592005-10-11T19:58:00.000+05:002005-10-11T21:37:28.286+05:00I can , I will<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">" Chaho Ager Tum... Ban Jao Roshniii.... "</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3351/496/1600/pic1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3351/496/320/pic1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3351/496/1600/pic21.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3351/496/320/pic21.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> <span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><br />I know everyone is j</span></span></span></b></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">ust trying their Best and theres help from all over the world... and they know all of this stuff... but only if it'd be help to even a Single person, I'll think I atleast did something which would be better than doing nothing at all.</span><br /><br /><br /><br />HOW TO HELP: </span></span></b><br /><b><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"></span></span></b></span></div> <p style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Things Needed:<br />Medicines: <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Pain Killers(for children and Adult), Antibiotics(for children and Adult), Medicines for flu, Dettol, Cotton, Bandages, Syringes etc.<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Food/Goods:</span> Powdered Milk, Mineral Water, Fruits, Dry Fruits, Bread, Feeders, Emergency Lights, Oxygen Masks, Warm Clothes, Blankets, Pillows and anything you think would be of use.<br /></span></span></span></b></span></p> <p style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Above mentioned things can be given to <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">PAF</span>, <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">PIA</span> or to your<span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"> nearest Donation Camp</span>.<br /></span></span></span></b></span></p> <p style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;">Or<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"></span></span></b></span></p> <p style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Donate to: <a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2005/WORLD/asiapcf/10/09/quake.aid/index.html">International Aid Agencies working in the Quake Zone. </a><br /><br /></span></span></span></b></span></p> <p align="center" style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Please Donate for Earthquake Victims [<a href="http://geo.tv/important_events/earthquake05/mkrf/index.html">MKRF</a>]</span></span><br /></span></b></span></p> <table face="times new roman" style="width: 442px; height: 535px;" border="0" cellpadding="2"> <tbody><tr style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td colspan="8" width="100%"><span style="font-size:100%;">" Donations can be deposited in any branch of UBL in Pakistan giving following details.</span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td width="50%"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>Account Title</b></span></td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td width="50%"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>MKRF - Pakistan Earthquake Relief Fund</b></span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td width="50%"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>Bank Name</b></span></td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td width="50%"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>United Bank Limited</b></span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td width="50%"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>Account No.</b></span></td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td width="50%"><span style="font-size:100%;"><font><b>0102598-5</b></span></span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td width="50%"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>Branch Code</b></span></td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td width="50%"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>1234</b></span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td width="50%"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>Branch Name</b></span></td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td width="50%"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>Al-Rehman Branch</b></span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td width="50%"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>Branch Address</b></span></td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td width="50%"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>I. I. Chundrigar Road, Karachi , Pakistan</b></span></td> </tr> <tr style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td colspan="8" width="100%"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>For international telegraphic transfer from any bank abroad also indicate</b></span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td width="50%"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>Swift Code</b></span></td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td width="50%"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>U N I L P K KA</b></span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td width="50%"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span> <ul> <li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Make Calls to Donate at 0900-99970 (Pakistan) and 0092212271285 [Rs. 16.18/min + GST]</span></span></li> </ul> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td width="50%"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /> </td> <td colspan="8" width="100%"> <ul> <li><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>Donate Rs. 3/= per SMS towards MKRF Relief Fund – SMS the word DONATE to 436 – Each SMS cost Rs. 3/= + taxes –Send as many SMS as you can. This is a joint effort by GEO, Mobilink and Ufone</b></span></li> </ul> </td></tr></tbody> </table></font>MOoNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15615390444594166582noreply@blogger.com0