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Over a Cup of Tea

جاڑے کی اداس راتوں کے آخری پہر میں

.جب کہیں کوئی اشکوں کی لڑیوں میں کسی پیارے کا  منتظر ہو

تو کسی اور جگہ کوئی اپنے مضطرب دل کی بےچینی  سے الجھتا ماضی کے جھروکوں میں جھانکے

.کہیں کوئی دم توڑتی امیدوں کو روئے

تو دور کسی وادی کے بیچ میں کوئی تنہا غموں کو  لڑے

تب، اس تمام بھگدڑ میں

تم مجھ سے سرگوشیوں اور ویران آنکھوں میں

.کیا گیا وہ وعدہ نہ بھولنا

کہ جب بھی اس شہر کا سورج غروب ہو

ان مصروف سڑکوں پر زندگیاں تیز رفتاری سے دوڑیں

.اور دور اس چھوٹے سے میدان میں بچوں کی   قلقاریاں گونجیں

تو اس کے بعد آنے والے تمام جاڑوں میں

جب تم دل و جان کے سارے بندھن توڑ کر ساتھ چھوڑ جاو گے

.ٹھیک اسی موڑ پر تم  اپنا وہ وعدہ نبھانا

کہ آگے ہر اس لمحے میں

جب  کبھی تمھارا دل ٹوٹے

اور آنکھوں…

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Paris.

Over a Cup of Tea

I knew that I was his third cup of coffee,

Which he consumed to kill this fire, he had inside his chest

that kept on burning the two of us.

But I still continued searching

for all the moments we spent,

In the old bookshops and on the

broken autumn pavements, giggling

over those stupid jokes, thinking;

I might find a glimpse of

everything that was left behind.

For Paris never lied to the lovers

And my heart has been deeply in love with his imperfections.

Sadly! Heartaches wouldn’t see any location,

So I gulped down, an even bitter cup

to dissolve the pain he installed in my soul,

I could smell it in the air, this gloomy cloud of blue hovering over my head,

Even the roads seemed to bend and hug,

My love city bid me a silent farewell

As I took that last walk to the airport.

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ONE MORE CHANCE

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“Sir, Zalzala(earthquake)! Sir, Zalzala(earthquake)!”
I had not yet realised that the Earth’s shaking unless the girls started shouting. I could hear noise and voices (screaming Earthquake!) from outside the classroom. Within seconds, I could see the hustle and bustle in my class. I could see girls putting their hands to their mouth out of shock and fright. I could hear voices full of fear. I could see the fan and the windows shaking, the chairs and the tables rattling. I could see everybody, out of their senses, running out of the college building.

“When the earth is severely quaked. And the earth throws out its heavy burdens. And man enquires, “What has come over it? On that day, it will tell its information.”
[99-1,2,3,4]

But wait! The earthquake was over. Everyone had calmed down. Everybody was safe. No roof fell, no building came down nor did the Earth split open. Nobody was out…

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She became a sinner!

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She was looking at her trembling hands. Those hands were once raised in prayers for His love. They worked in His way. They struggled for His pleasure. But today… ? she clenched her hairs in agony.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. These eyes had cried at nights for Emaan. They had dreamed of a pious life. She pulled her hair more. There was despair in the air.
She was sitting at the corner of her room. It was dark. It was quiet. Yet there was terrific chaos inside her. Her world had collapsed and she had fallen beneath the debris. She was shattered  because today, she was a disappointment.. to her Lord.. to her ideology… to her pride…to her self…
‘How could I do this…’
She sobbed. Everything was drenched in shame. She felt guilt penetrating every cell of her body. With every tick of the clock, her pain increased…

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Convert Muslims and their hardships!

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Whenever I read or hear about convert Muslims, deep inside my heart a desire arises to meet them. I want to listen to their conversion stories. I want to know what makes them embrace Islam. Luckily, I have met two convert Muslims, both from different origins and continents, in 2013 and 2015 respectively.

I cannot describe in words, how enthusiastic I felt when I met them. I couldn’t wait to hear from them how they embraced Islam. At first glance, what I noticed is that both of them wrapped themselves in an Abaya. For me it is surprising how practicing they are MashaaAllah, much better than majority of born Muslims like us. When I talked to them, more or less the stories of both are same. They embraced Islam after reading and researching a lot.

I realized after meeting them that life after being a new Muslim is not a…

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انسان یا پھر نسیان

The Way I Think

insan yah pir nisyaanانسان لفظ بنا ہے” نسیان” سے ، جس کا مطلب ہے “بھول جانا “… اس نسیان لفظ کا انسان پر خاص اثر و رسوخ ہے… تبھی انسان کو کسی کام کے کرنے  کی بار بار یاد دہانی کروانی پڑتی ہے۔

       اسلام ایک فطرتی دین ہے .پھر بھلاں   کیسے ہو سکتا ہے کہ اسلام انسان کی اس بھول جانے والی فطرت کو کیسے مد نظر نہ رکھتا . ..تبھی قرآن میں ہر دوسرے مقام پر جنت اور   دوزخ کا ذکر ملتا ہے … عام زندگی میں دن میں پانچ وقت اذان دے کر نماز کی یاد کروائی جاتی ہے۔۔

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   کبھی سوچا ہے کہ یہ اذان کا اپنے وقت مقررہ پر  ہونا ہم پر ہمارے   الله کا کتنا بڑا  احسا ن ہے … ہم انسان اپنی زندگی کے تانے بانے میں اتنا الجھ کر رہ…

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He is not how I dreamed he would be!

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I folded the three paged letter and sighed. This was immensely hard for me. I had written something I would have never imagined writing before. I didn’t want anyone to know about it so I quickly put it in my bag and went to bed.

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What do you think about him?” She asked.
How do I know what do I think about him?” I was amazed at her question. “I know nothing about him or the family. Why are you even asking?”
They are really good people. I haven’t met him though.” She stopped. “But your father says; this will be the best decision of your life, If you consider it.”
I kept looking at her for good two minutes.
How could I decide this way? How could I choose someone, I have never met? Two minutes..the hardest time…

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