The Dark

Writer Meets World

“It’s about recreating the experience of being in the dark.”

I’m too demanding. I am a child. I am petulant, and arrogant, and spoiled and selfish. These are bad things. Okay, okay. So let’s backtrack. I can do this. I can be kinder, more accommodating, more forgiving. It’s okay, I understand, I need to be patient. It’s important for me to learn patience, and not hurt the people around me. I cannot be one of those monsters that hurts, that takes from the people around them. I will not take of your life and give you negativity. I will not contribute toxicity to this world.

But wait. I am sad. I am dissatisfied. I am hurt. You’re hurting me. This is hurting me. Are you taking advantage of me? I think you are. I think I am not wrong. Am I wrong? No, this hurts. I am not wrong. Stop…

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Why do I think too much?

My diary

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“We often choose to free our thought by getting attached to thing, we love the most”

This is the question I often ask myself….. Why do I love thinking? Trying to find and understand the nature of our existence is what I do for a living. I have develop the quality of thoughts even if they often cause me a great deal of suffering. I even tried to enhance my thoughts by reading and writing religiously.

Well! I often wonder how m I supposed to live without thoughts when thought is the one thing that makes me feel civilized?

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A part of me

World Through my Eyes

Time

There is a part of me who wants some more time and a part of me just wants to skip everything and end it !!
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Go and Stop

A part of me wants to witness every bit of it and a part of me just wants it to pass in a flash and come to a conclusion !
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Lies and truth

A part of me wants to tell the truth and keep nothing hidden any more but the other part just wants to keep lying cause it just seems easy then the rest !
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تکبر کی چادر

The Way I Think

انسان کی گردن میں غرور کا  سیریا  نہ صرف اسکی گردن کو اکڑا دیتا ہے، بلکہ اسکی نظر میں ہر چیز کو خود سے چھوٹا اور حقیر کر دیتا ہے۔ اس فانی انسان کے پاس صرف وقت کی ہی تو قید ہوتی ہے۔اور جب وقت اسکے غرور کی کرچیاں کرچیاں کرتا ہے۔

تو پستی میں ڈوبا یہ انسان ان کرچیوں میں اپنے کتنے ہی عکس دیکھتا ہے۔
ہر بار اسکی نظر اس بے بس تھکے ہوۓ عکس پہ رک جاتی ہے، جس نے اسے دھوکے میں ڈال رکھا ہوتا ہے۔۔
خود پسندی کا دھوکہ۔۔۔
آج وقت نے اسکے ہر عکس کو دھندلا, بے معنی کر دیا۔۔
آج وقت نے اسکو ہرا دیا۔۔۔

آج وقت نے اسکو تنہا ، بہت اکھیلا کر دیا۔۔۔
آج قبر کی مٹی نے اسکو اپنے اندر خوب ملا جلا لیا۔۔

آج یہ انسان سواۓ خاک کے اور کچھ بھی نہ رہا۔۔۔
ہاۓ اے بدبخت انسان، توں…

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Things watching death taught me.

GIRL WITH THE GREEN BOOK

1. If we knew the amount of time we had left with each person in our lives, all we would do is tell them we loved them, and show it. NOTHING else but  that.

2. Everytime we hug or kiss or shake hands with or make any kind of physical contact with anybody in our entire lives; we are actually touching their soul, not their body. I learnt this when I touched an actual body- held a cold dead hand.

3. The biggest regret is not giving your best self to people. You always end up wishing you knew then what you know now. So you could be with them, what you are now; and better.

4. It can be incredibly hard to sob over a death. Impossible even. And that’s okay. It does not mean you did not love the departed. In times like these, just pray. It’ll be…

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Adult? No Thank You!

Extracts from the Mind

“There comes a time when everything starts changing. The world starts spinning, life seems to be falling apart. Nothing seems right. There is opposition from the ones you always believed to be the most supportive. There are heartbreaks, dreams shattering, truths turned lies. It actually is the reality that just turned up out of nowhere in your life. Everything before this was just a fairy tale. All those dreams and goals you’ve set for yourself can only come true in a world non-existent. It is just now that you’ve woken up from a deep sleep, you probably were dreaming. Must be a sweet sweet dream. What seems to be a nightmare is just the reality, my dear. You just have to figure out a way to deal with this”.

_ Sincerely a girl entering into Adulthood.

Okay, so the above written paragraph is the random thoughts that wander in my…

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Money- Till Death Do Us Part

Youth Club Blog

By Saadia Humayun

You know there’s trouble when all of your actions are on the same low frequency.

I was attending an Islamic event the other day, where a group of people presented their welfare work-extraordinary on so many levels- and they asked the audience for donations. My mind immediately thought of the last time I made a donation (which was pretty recent), made a few calculations (cringed at the bank balance) and arrived to a conclusion that these guys would have to wait. Maybe next time… Yeah, definitely next time, brain nodded fervently, content with the recollection of the last charitable act.

Case closed.

Another opportunity lost.

Another failed investment. Cash rots in the pocket.

There used to be an institution where I’d regularly give a portion of my spending. And then the act of giving became robotic and my charity got limited to that single place and…

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