Immortal Love…

While talking to a thinker yesterday, I realized that life wounds all of us. At best there is sorrow enough to go round. Yet because the deepest wounds are those of the soul and hidden to mortal sight, we keep hurting each other day by day, inflicting wounds that time mercifully scars over. But the scars remain, ready at a touch to throb angrily and ache again with the old gnawing wild pain…

We all bear scars. Life is a struggle, and hurts must come. What needs to be considered is that we shouldn’t be the reason of anyone’s agony. Pains are part of life. But why the unnecessary ones? Why hurt the souls of innocent people? Why say things to them that they must remember with pain all their lives? Why say the smart, tart thing that goes straight to the heart of someone we love because we would relieve ourselves of the day’s tension and throw off a grain of the soul’s bitterness? Who are we to inflict wounds and suffering and scars on those about us? Staggering, blind mortals, groping our way from somewhere “here” to somewhere “there” conscious of little but the effort to stay “here” a little longer!  It behooves us to travel softly, regardful of one another’s happiness, particularly where our path crosses that of those dependent upon us for comfort or enters into the heart of innocent and sincere relations.

At times, life throws us from the seventh sky on the ground. Recalling those bitter and crushing memories renew the ache in our breast and the throb of pain in our throat. The scars provided by love are always thin, and the hurt beneath it quivers quickly. Lost, betrayed and shattered with a drowning heart we get engulfed by a layer of questions; Why me? What action of mine led to such circumstances? Is God checking/testing me or punishing me for my deeds? Never-ending list of questions make everything in our mind jumbled and we are left with uncertainty and doubt.


But right in that peak moment of doubt and dismay, a virtual hand comes and lifts us up. The softening and comforting tissues heal our wounds and the understanding pat on our shoulder makes us learn what we were supposed to learn from all those experiences. That hand, that realization and that support which becomes our companion when we think that we don’t deserve any love is by no one but the Eternal Love, Our Creator.

They say that “To trust in the arm of flesh is foolishness; to suppose that we are self-sufficient is naive. This nation will survive and prosper only as God permits it to do so, and his permission rests upon our obedience to him and his gospel. He brought forth this nation. He gave us our liberty. He inspired our federal constitution. But it is for us to preserve these priceless blessings by our repentance and obedience to God. Our sins and haughty attitudes can only bring us sorrow.” Allah allows us to experience the low points of life in order to teach us lessons we could not learn in ANY other way. The way we learn those lessons is NOT to deny the feelings BUT to find the meanings underlying them.

It’s said that ‘God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: It is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world’…

So, if anyone of you is also going through a twisted phase of life, look inside your heart and rebuild your connection with The One who’s most sincere of all. Because certainly He is the most loyal. He never leaves you no matter what you do, UNLESS you’re not willing to be loved by Him. I read a quote saying, ‘When someone walks out on you.. God walks in.. He’s been there the whole time. Your NOT alone’. Remember one thing, God is never angry to you. He’s just disappointed, or proud of you.

And as they say, ‘Though our feelings come and go, God’s love for us don’t’. So Let us all ‘try’ to make Him feel proud by submitting our desires to Him! =)

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Barbadi-e-Ishq.

I have been addicted to this heart-touching magical composition for two and half months.

What I need to ask in this post is that when does love actually destroy us?

Ishq apni sarisht mein barbadi nai pakezgi le kar aata hai. Phir iska mukadar barbadi ke hathon mein kab aur kyun thama diya jata hai?


A very beloved relation of mine, My dedi, answered it by saying ‘Ishq barbaad nahin karta. Iske reception, implication aur is main chupe muqaddas aur nek jazboon ka hawis mein tabdeel hona barbaad karta hai. Talab barbaad karti hai. Jab ishq main talab aur hawis khatam ho jaye, tow phir yeh barbaad nai abaad karta hai.

I can’t agree more with what she said :) She said what exactly was on my mind.

What do you all say?

Untitled.

Aghraz ke gehray pardon mein,

Alfaaz ke jhootay rangon mein,

Har shaks muhabbat karta hai,

Hallankay muhabbat kuch bhi nahin.


Kia tum waqiye itnay dilkash ho?

Ya meri nazar ka dhoka hai?

Main tum se muhabbat karti hon,

Hallanke muhabbat kuch bhi nahin.


Translation:

In deep realms of desires,

In deceptive colours of words,

Love reaches to every soul,

Despite knowing that it’s nothing.


Does the attraction really forms you?

Or is it just my madness making me blind?

I can’t stop loving you for a moment,

Despite knowing that it’s nothing.


Composed & Translated by:

Hira Zainab


Helplessness…

“Learned helplessness is the giving-up reaction, the quitting response that follows from the belief that whatever you do does NOT matter.”

– Arnold Schwarzenegger

Escapism & Frustration…

It’s not very long ago when I found myself surrounded with a pinching question. A question so strong that it detached me from myself. A question so harsh that it made me ready to give up everything and all energies I ever possessed. The question which made my mind wander on the realms of a thought that ‘Why do we go for escapism often ‘despite’ knowing ALL aspects and being agreed to ones who say that escapism gives one NOTHING? Despite knowing every single aspect and being matured enough to realize realities, why we find ourself inclined towards escapism and then end up being frustrated?

I was told to believe in my conciousness cuz these frustrated random thoughts are supposed to originate from sub-conciousness. But what if we dominate conciousness by supressing subconciousness and still get nothing in return? What if doing so introduces fights within ourselves? We get engaged in inner fights. What if one realises the importance of failures in life and does believe in significance of failures in life but still can’t help being an escapist after meeting any failure?

They say… escapism is essential because its only so much one can take. And frustration is the natural response to the problems of life. But sometimes frustration is NOT the response to problems of life. It’s rather that one lacks strength in relation with himself at that time. But how to revive and boast up this strength? At times, we know all reasons and solutions but still get unable to figure out the LINK which connects reason and solution.

Everyone feels the desire to escape. No matter HOW good you have it, there are times when, instead of dealing with problems, you’d rather pretend they don’t exist. We turn to bad habits because they allow us to forget. They give us a pleasurable sensation that pushes problems out of mind.

I once read that man staggers through life yapped at by his reason, pulled and shoved by his appetites, whispered to by fears, beckoned by hopes. Small wonder that what he craves most is ‘self-forgetting‘. It’s my contention that “escapism gives one nothing” can easily be disputed by the story of Archimedes and his discovery of volume. He was perplexed when he was told to determine that a crown was pure gold or was alloyed with silver. His wife’s suggestion to “take a bath” was a form of recreation which is in turn a form of escapism. What is of great importance is the MEANS by which we escape: a long bath after a dilligent day may not be such a bad thing, for we are not machines and we are subject to fatigue; however, drowning our sorrows because turning and running from a monumental impasse does no good — we turn ourselves into cowards. The downfall of this solution is that it’s only temporary. The feeling wears off and the problems remain, often made worse by our indulgence. Once again faced with our problems, the natural reaction is to escape again, undergoing a cycle of escapism. We feel pain each time we face reality, so we use a bad habit to escape, which only increases our pain, making us more desperate to escape. Each time around it takes more sensation to escape, increasing our dependency on a bad habit. When you get caught in the whirlpool of escapism, it can feel impossible to get out UNTILL & UNLESS you revive strength within yourself and be strong to FACE things. Escaping iniquitously is a hinderance to allowing our inner beauty to blossom.

As for frustration… the reason it arises within us is a result of either one or both of these factors: (1) the world does not conform to us and/or (2) <an unexpected negative event occurs. To become infuriated at an individual for maintaining atheism is to reside in a delusional world where atheism doesn’t exist or where no one holds this view. Once a person accepts that bad things and different perspectives are imminent, he also better copes with his frustration and anger.

A point to be noted is that BOTH these points are concordant to one: Ignorance. People choose to escape rather than face their issues simply because they do not know better; the same logic is applicable the consolation of frustration. A friend of mine once said to me that When we have “preferences messed up”… we fail… and we loose confidence.. and THAT is when we fight with us.

“Problem knocks your life NOT to create another problem of tension…
BUT
for you to teach the ‘tact’ of solving any other future problem.”

PS: I have added ‘rating’ to my blog posts and comments today =) For those who wished to just like or dislike something, now can go for it.

Your Blog: One word & One Line!

Every blogger has strange and unique relation with his/her blog :) A blog to a blogger is kind of a personal possession whose worth can only be realized by one owning it. For some, it provides a medium to share what they never shared while for some, it becomes a tool to continue their journey of curiosity, self-discovery and knowledge.

Rules of this post:

Describe your blog in one word and then one line.

Describe my blog in one word and in one line. :P *innocent smiley* (It’s not a compulsory question :P you can skip it if you want to! =))

The purpose of this post is to revive the ‘aim’ and define the ‘destination’ in this blogging journey of ours.
Let me begin by answering the main question about my blog.

My blog in…

One word: Catharsis.
One line: The depth of my words depict how deeply engraved on my soul are wounds of my demons and lessons of life.

PS: I would prefer if you come up with critical descriptions helping me to improve my journey over here =)

I would like to link Hafsa, AD, Aadil, Awais, N.A, Ghazi, Siras, Charles and BMK for their precious answers.

Death…

April 19…

The day makes me engulfed with a strange layer. I wish I could say that the day brings back memories but my mind was too young at that time to become a haven for reminiscences. It was too adolescent to retain the cherishing moments of a relation I lost in ashes of life and sands of time for the first time.

All my life, I always wondered about how my life would’ve been if she were alive today. I was lost amidst similar thoughts today as well when I encountered Umer Toor’s blog and a question written there that : ‘Why we run away from something too certain as death? I don’t. “More certain is death than even taxes.” Even so, why?’

I don’t know the exact answer, but perhaps most of us feel that we COULD accept death for ourselves and for those we love IF it did not often seem to come with such ‘untimeliness’. But we rebel when it so little considers our wishes or our readiness. But we may well ask ourselves when would we be willing to part with or to part from those we love? And who is there among us whose judgment we would trust to measure out our lives? Such decisions would be TERRIBLE for mere men to make. But fortunately we are spared making them; fortunately they are made by wisdom higher than ours. =) And when death makes its visitations among us, inconsolable grief and rebellious bitterness should have NO place. There must be no quarrel with irrevocable facts. Even when death comes by events which seem unnecessary and avoidable, we NEED to and MUST learn to accept what we cannot help (:

Indeed, the greatest blessing that can follow the death of those we love is reconciliation. Without it there is no peace. But with it come quiet thoughts and quickened memories. And what else shall a man do except to become reconciled? What purpose does he really serve by fighting what he cannot touch or by brooding upon what he can NOT change? We have to trust The Creator for so many things, and it is but one thing MORE to trust Him in the issues of life and death, and to accept the fact that His plans and promises and purposes transcend the bounds of this world and of this life. With such faith the years are kind, and peace and reconciliation DO come to those who have laid to rest their loved ones and – who, even in death, are not far removed from us. Bitter grief without reconciliation serves NO good purpose. And reconciliation, if not aided by strength of faith, is useless =)

I had read at some place long ago that ‘If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.’ And to me, love is judged by the prayers we continue for the soul after death of the ‘body’.

Oh but don’t forget, ‘Death comes to all of us, but SO does life everlasting’ =)

Death is not the end. Death can never be the end.
Death is the road. Life is the traveller…
& The Soul is the Guide!