Zindagi ek imtehaan…

Zindagi…..ek imtehaan…aisa imtehaan jo na chahte hue bhi har ane wale shaks ko dena parta hy. Aisa imtehaan jis ka nateeja hamain zahiri tor per nazar nai ata….lekin us k faiday…nuksan…hamain poori zindagi mehsoos hote hain.

Zindagi ek safar..

Zindagi…ek safar….aisa safar jo har lamha ek naye imtehaan me daal deta hy. Agay kia hoga..kia kerna parhe ga..kese kerna hoga…koi nai janta.

Loog kehte hain zindagi zinda rehne ka naam hy….sahi. Kiya zinda rehna kaafi hy? Insaan Allah S.W.T ki behtareen makhlook hy. “Ashraf-ul-makhlooqat” . Kyu? kiya hum me se kabhi ksi ne ye socha?

Pakistan….jahan 70% awaam har din ye rona roti hy k yahan gurbat hy..berozgari hy..beghairiti…maslay masail…AB KIA? Kia hamara kaam bus in masloun ko dhoondna tha? Kiya hum apne deen ko bhula chuke hain ? Kiya hum ek dosre k lie nai banaye gaye the? Aj jahan bhai bhai ka dushman hy…jahan dost, dost ki kamibi per rota hy…kia yehi zindagi hy?

Hum ek dosre k lie kuch nai ker sakte…sahi…lekin kam az kam ek dosre ko sakoon se sans to lene de sakte hain? Aj bhi aise loog hain jo dosroun k gheroun ko barbaad kerni ki bharpoor koshish kerte hain. Aj bhi aise dost hain jo apni dushmani me dosroun pe jhootay ilzaam lagate hain. Aj bhi aise bhai hain jo gairat k naam per apni bhenoun ko qatal ker dete hain. Aj bhi aise musalmaan hain jo Islam k naam per logoun ko qatal ker dete hain !! LEKIN HUME KIA? humari zindagi to chal rahi hy….hum to zinda hain…hum to khush hain.

Phir shikayatein kyu !?

Phir chalne do aisa hi sub….Phir beroozgari jaiz hy. Phir terrorism jaiz hy. Phir aazmaishain jaiz hain. Phir ghurbat jaiz hy !!

Zindagi….khaak na thi…khaak uraate guzri.


Where was I heading to?  To whom I was running?  Did I forget…life isn’t a bed of roses. I dream and I become successful?

Welcome home. The world has become real again. All those crucial moments…all those fake faces welcomed me again…

How could someone not feel that they are being wanted ? How can  soo close to you can’t figure that out? We make mistakes. But instead of just quitting aren’t we supposed to make everything right?

I am at the stage of life where I have become blank. I stopped hoping for the best. I am blindly hopeless that things can workout again. I don’t know what the future holds but yes…This time. I am right…and I am glad of that. All of My life ..I have been giving my best. Been telling everyone to not to loose hope ever. To enjoy life. To celebrate. To live. To learn…but today. I can actually say I was wrong. You can never win.

All those shitty times you gave to your loved ones will one day go in vain. .. in the end you will cry.. you will regret. Tell me where is the GOD now? I need to shout out to the world and ask them to answer the questions haunting me every night. Why me? What now? How long?

Enough of being strong enough. .




Heart and Brain. Two objects. Two souls. Two happenings. Two situations. Can never be together.

There is a time. When you feel empty. No matter how happy you are with your life. There definately comes a time when you want to give up on everything. Your friends circle, you make it as small as possible. You find it difficult to maintain and protect your relationships. You are done with all the fake smiles you pass onto those who are with you 24/7. You neither be selfish nor selfless. But it’s just a matter of time. Not eternal.

You do not want to communicate. You do not want to care. You do not want to share. You do not want to love. You do not want to hate. It’s just like being empty from your heart. This is what I mean by EMPTINESS.

Yes. It definately sounds scary. Since the age of 16 I am so used to this feeling..that now I enjoy being empty. I enjoy feeling numb. I enjoy silence. I enjoy pain.

I still am trying to solve this empty puzzle. Which I myslef created..and solving myself. I am still searching for the hidden quest. Brain keeps on repeating “You are stupid.” While heart sounds like “You have been in pain. You have been betrayed. Cry. You have the right.”

I know. I have so many things for which I have to be tahnkful for! I ain’t being heartless. But. It’s involuntary. Not under my command. This is why I have been looking for a solution. Failure to find the reason can be umfavourable.

But it’s not just me. It’s the world I bet.

“I know I am not the only one who regrets the things that they have done. Sometimes I feel it’s only me who can’t stand the reflection that they see.”



An ordinary Pakistani

Democracy, indeed, is the globally accepted,recognized and supported system or mechanism for good governance.

Betting on fate of entire country/nation, democracy, actually can be taken as , ‘Majority is authority’. What if the, ‘Majority’  is insane or blinded with selfishness,the result would be ‘authority’ goes to insanity and selfishness.

We must remember , two wrongs do not make a right. So is democracy , it maybe right for west not surely for east.

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The Right Path

Write like it matters, and it will”

Ever wonder what out of billions and trillions of human beings your role is ? Why are you actually there ? What have you come for ? Doesn’t these questions haunt you ?

Well…I believe every human being is vital for the society and the world itself. Wether you are the president of a state ot a labourer. YOU ARE SPECIAL ! You have the potential to conquer the world if chosen to be on the right path !

THE RIGHT PATH ! what exactly  is rhe right path ?  Its like discovering the hidden you . You are more than what you seem to be ! You are more than that ! Just like an ocean hiding a totally different universe within it. You are vast. Deeper than the sea. Find yourself. Let your inner soul feel free to help you find your identity !

Paulo Coelho said :- “You have to be alone in order to discover yourself” because lonliness is a blessing. When the sun sets , sky darkens, stars appear and you look out through your window questioning your existence ? Wondering the assumptions but reluctant to be satisfied. That struggle to unveil the truth tells how strong you are and who you really are ?

Let me try to ignite your spark by this story :-

“There was this ugly, poor, filthy man sittng on the street asking for food. The passer-by saw his condition and asked God, “Oh God ! If you can see everything why don’t you have mercy on him and help him?” God replied, ” Oh my dear man ! I did help him.” The passer-by asked, “What help you did?” God answered, “I created YOU !”

Hopefully now you will get an idea of who you really are , what is your potential and what is the right path ? 🙂

May God help us to be on the right path and bring others to it as well! Ameen.


Determination is all what it takes !

Hope and Determination..

“Only he who gives up, is defeated. Everyone else is victorious” !

Yes, that’s true. I am 18 yrs old. A Pakistani. Though I love my country, but there are 1000 of issues building every hour here. So what? Am I supposed to enjoy the show? Or am I supposed to shut my eyes? NO. I being a Pakistani citizen have dreams, have hopes, that a day will come when it’s all gonna be all right. I don’t mean that I will eradicate evil from the Earth but I will play my part. I am determined to make my decision despite of the issues prevailing. I am hopeful that I will be able to change the mind-sets . No matter how I do it, I will do my best. I will try my best.


2nd thing I would actually like to convey is that why just a citizen ? Why should I work only for my country? What about other humans? What about those who do not have a country? Just like Syrians…Palestinians…etc. Who were helpless, couldn’t do anything except for shifting to another country for the sake of their lives !

Also, when you can work or help an organization. A company or whatsoever ..then does it cost  high to help them ? To work for them ? All any human need is encouragement, appreciation, why can’t we be their moral strength ?


So lets celebrate, hope, make, feel, it TOGETHER. All you need is DETERMINATION and HOPE that not him not her YOU can bring the CHANGE . YOU ARE THE AUTHORITY.

May God bless us all. ameen.

Falling Half in Love with Strangers

strangers…..what do you name them ?

When Do I Get The Manual?


I love being able to express myself in writing.

It feels more accurate somehow than speaking words. Talking for me can sometimes feel like playing tennis with a colander; I mean, it’s possible, I can do it, but it’s not ideal. The ball goes over the net, but just about. It goes where I want it to go… more or less. I can’t be sure it’ll hit it’s mark, but I can hope. Later, I’ll go home and think about how I could have done it some other, better way.

Writing is different.

Writing is a tennis racket. When I’m writing, I have the time to think about what I’m trying to say, and then mentally flip through millions of words looking for the one that slots into my sentence like that Tetris block you’ve been waiting five minutes for; the one that gives you a combo and wipes the…

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