Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Daastan of Team Technocrats

Spirit animals beautifully drawn by Romessa Ahmad

My Dad was my first storyteller. I am told by my parents that I was never tired of listening to stories. One story after another, Dad use to make a new one just to bring a smile on my face. Being born a night owl, my favorite past time was to not let my parents sleep. Still they are kind enough to say that I was a nice baby *grins*

Seeing my interest develop, my parents bought me books and I am so thankful to them for introducing reading into my life. I remember writing stories and Essays and never let anyone read them. My very own small cupboard aka mini library used to be my safe heaven. Later in life, I wrote and submitted my work to publications. I can never describe the joy I felt when someone considered appreciating or critiquing my work....I was happy that they found time to read me. 
One thing led to another and then I got my first online magazine published named Identity Magazine. It was a joint venture of me and two best buddies. It was a thrill you know to have our very own magazine on the internet. Crazy it was back then. We were a team of three managing the Editing, Proof-reading, Content, Page making, Marketing etc. with no whatsoever help. Stuck in such a state can help you push your limits and achieve greatness. The mag ran for a year and mind you, we were students at that time managing our assignments and grades along with the mag.  But then life happened, everybody went their separate ways.  I had my home to look after too and my job took a toll over me. Every now and then I use to look at a magazine and would think I would write for it but the day never came. Such a bookworm like me was left with no time to read a book. The pain is excruciating tbh.

A month back I saw a Facebook post of Daastan offering their first ever Literary Fellowship. This was it!! My very own chance to Write again. *Insert halo music* My mom went crazy though when I told her of this. An already tough schedule and then this. I was so close to being grounded (for the non-desi people out there, us desis are eligible to get grounded at any age) For all those unaware, Daastan is an award winning First Self-publishing Platform and literary forum working to revamp writing industry in Pakistan. If you have a manuscript, do hit them up.

Coming back to the topic, a whole bunch of talent participated in the Fellowship. It literally hit me by surprise that I got selected. Still thankful to the jury for giving me this opportunity despite of my persevering schedule. The Fellowship has kick started and I am having the time of my life. Surrounded by such supportive and proficient writers and poets is just euphoric. We are further divided into teams and the one I belong to is among the coolest. Go Technocrats!!! Starting from our Captain Sidra Amin, to MahnoorNaseer, Samee Ghazaal and Romessa Ahmad, all are bundled with flair. Through their words, they have the ability to see through the human experience and express it in a way like no other. This dream team has inspiring stories to tell with powerful writing that jolts and challenges. Even break through prejudices and assumptions.

I seriously am going through an emotional roller-coaster right now and just too busy with my job but still I prepared myself and picked up this challenge. And I feel great!! Every time I read you guys or we are giving a prompt to write, submissions to do, despite of all my chaotic schedule…the words soothe me. I am not seeing myself finishing this Fellowship with too many submission but I love reading you all. I thank you all for inspiring me to be a better writer. I mean I am an ordinary one compared to you guys who have this magical way with words at such tender age. Literary Friends for Life!! Muah <3

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Would you wake up to a new Zodiac sign?

My colleague today excitedly informed me that she is no more a Sagittarius because she now is something she can’t even pronounce properly, Yes folks! She believed she is an ‘Ophiuchus’ pronounced in plain English as oh-FEW-kuss. Although I really hate the indecisive trait of my zodiac, I still love being the sweet and sour Twin Gemini *sniff* *sniff*.

I was busy doing an important task but the cruel Ohhpeehiuu… damn I should just copy paste it here.  So as I was saying the cruel Ophiuchus (thank you copy paste) got me thinking…made me sad actually.

I missed all the time of belonging to a schizophrenic zodiac, being more like a paranoid Aquarius tbh. How I so enthusiastically would start a task consistently flitting from one thought to another idea and coming up with nothing at the end. Oh my lovely Ex-Planet of childhood and youth!! I miss you Mercury *weeps*. Gosh!  I so solemnly believed that incase of a nuclear war, only cockroaches and Gemini would find a way to survive because things around us never stay dull…. Yes, the very picture of a girl on the chair screaming her head off seeing a small, frail, easily exterminated cockroach counts in ‘Never a dull moment’  And that girl btw is not me.

Point being, all the above said was all going on inside my brain but what came out of my mouth was “Lets Google it!” So I did (colleague is not a fan of googling)

Story is that NASA posted an article about astrology informing that there are originally 13 signs in the zodiac. I searched much and got to know that Ophiuchus has nothing to do with Astrology. It has to do with the stars because it's not a sign, it's a constellation. But there are sites claiming it’s a legit 13th zodiac sign. Interesting thing is that Ophiuchus was discovered in 2011 but then in 2016 some weirdo decided to make a news out of it and posted it on the Facebook and the FB maniacs without any prior research spread this news like wildfire.

The whole mythology associated to it is cool though. Ophiuchus is identified with the healer Asclepius, the son of Apollo, who was able to bring the dead back to life. Realizing his power, Hades convinced Zeus to kill Asclepius with a lightning bolt and then he was placed into the stars as a constellation after his death.

Zeus I think is the dumbest God of all. If I had to create a theory of my own, I would say that maybe Anti-Christ is about to be born and all the current signs are not too cool for him and he was like “I need something to suit my swag” hence came Ophiuchus, The Serpent Holder. Plus, the picture associated with it shows a muscular man holding a snake. It is said that Ant-Christ would get the attention of the world so he must be good looking too to make the task easier.

I am having weird ideas. I better stop eating this chocolate….I feel drugged!! So point being, if the Ophiuchus thing is true then I am a Taurus. But as per my research it’s all crap so I get to be the same intelligently stupid twin: D

Thursday, June 30, 2016

Lets count the people Hamza Ali Abbasi got killed....

I know this post is a bit delayed but it was hard to publish it. I have been warned by many that I know to not put this up because I could then by termed as a infidel too. We live in a judgmental country where blasphemy is probably one of the easiest thing one could be blamed for. Yeah so here goes,

Once an inciting program by self-proclaimed religious scholar Dr. Aamir Liaquat got 3 Ahmedis killed. No notice was sent to the program and Dr. Liaquat is still successfully running his TV show which is more of an entertainment then a religious program. I was unhappy to see that even the maulana hazraat on his show didn’t said a word against his infuriating speech.

After years of wait we finally saw a program which actually embodies the spirit of Ramadan. I remember tweeting about being excited that Hamza Ali Abbasi is going to host a show and most reactions I got were not very positive. Sad state is that we as a nation have actually made a portrait of a man with a beard having studied in madrassa to deem fit for a religious cleric. Hamza on the other hand came as somebody who we can relate too. The topics discussed on his show starting from the Women’s Protection Bill till rights of minorities were something that we have all discussed in our homes, with friends and particularly on social media. My point here is that how many people got killed by Hamza’s TV show? How many houses were burnt of religious minorities and how many of them got harassed?

Actually I was so glad to see that many of the Ahmediya community has come to social media and declared their faith. They have shown their angst and concern with their words that what it’s like to hide your faith and live under this shadow of fear in Islamic republic of Pakistan. Islam, which provided a safe haven for everyone in the Prophet’s time. It’s a well-known fact that after conquering Mecca he didn’t killed a single infidel. After defeating the cruel pagan Gods and breaking the idols inside Kaaba prophet said,

 "I do the same thing as my brother Joseph did. There is no sin upon you today. May Allah (SWT) forgive you; He is the Most Compassionate, the Most Merciful."

The people he was addressing to were the ones who have tormented him for years and have brutally killed people of his family as well. We are the Ummah of such a benevolent Prophet and yet we are afraid of dialogue? What Hamza Ali Abbasi was focusing on is to promote the environment of inter-faith dialogue to promote harmony. And for that he got a death threat on air from Maulana Kokab Noorani. The host of that show is one of various look-a-like and sound-a-like eggs laid by Aamir Liaquat.

We all have the right to disagree but we don't have a right to disgrace anyone. I literally read and saw people, most of them who term themselves religious and well-behaved used such heinous words for the host that I literally was amazed. Disagreement in this country is to defame. If you don't like anyone...fine...just start talking crap about his/her personality, character assassinate them and bring up every little possible wrong they ever did. Just don't consider presenting a valid argument or discussion because that's for the sane. Hazrat Ali (R.A) said,

"When you hear someone speak, don't look at who is saying it. Instead look at what is being said"

A argument that arise was that according to the constitution of Pakistan, Ahmedis are considered Non-Muslim. Alright then. My question is that can't the constitution of Pakistan be amended? Is it Book of God? It’s a human made constitution which can have its flaws. A law can be added or removed anytime.

In Kashmir on 23 May 1944, Quaid-e-Azam was asked his opinion on Ahmediya community not being allowed to join the Muslim Conference because they are considered as non-Muslims. Mr. Jinnah replied,

“'Who am I to declare a person as non-Muslim who calls himself a Muslim?"

~From the book Tahrik Huriyyat Kashmir (History of Independence Movements in Kashmir), volume 2, 1936 - 1945, page 291

This nation is built by people of faith regardless of what God they believed in. It wasn’t just about Ahmediya community. The host wanted to discuss the rights of minorities as a whole that even if Ahmedis are considered Non-Muslims, don’t they have any rights?

Currently I have read that the channel has apologized to PEMRA for having the guts to discuss something that Islam endorse….Peace. On a side note, the program itself refrained from following the trend of "distributing" gifts and making people act like maniacs on live television. Guess that doesn't work right?

Can't we just sit and sort our differences out rather then slitting each other throats and terming another fiqh or faith as kafir?

It's high time to be honest. If not now....then when I can't say.....

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Celebrating Women's day---------The Irony

First thing that I read on March 8th was:-

 “6 year old inserted with a 4 foot rod in her private parts by a 25 year old assaulter in India”

And guess what day it was……it was the day where we love to boost of us respecting feminine gender.

I don’t want to sound really harsh or angry but I am.  I shivered, I felt so angry and tears started running down my eyes by just imagining that horrific act. I seriously didn’t knew how to address this issue in a proper manner since nothing ‘appropriate’ seem to work with this nation. For days I just kept curbing my anger inside but I can’t anymore.

Now, many of you might argue that yea such stuff is happening but we should keep a more optimistic outlook on life…..I mean come one PEOPLE!!!!! Nations where girls of 10, 5 or even 3 aren’t safe then how can you ever be optimistic about such situations??????   This whole fear of getting abducted or raped God forbid has sucked the life out of girls and their parents. A common parent is too afraid to let their girls explore and experience and the girls aren’t been given a chance to live out their dreams. Street harassment teaches women that they are prey and that it’s safer to stick with the herd. It’s sad but true how women often feel unsafe in public unless they are in a group. You must all have watched the video where a girl walked on the streets of New York, first in western clothing and then in Hijab. It showed that nobody catcalled her while she was in Hijab. I guarantee that if this video was made in Subcontinent (be it Pakistan, India, Bangladesh etc) the girl undoubtedly would have been physically and verbally harassed. I will state my reasons of it as well.

It’s easy for men to blame women’s clothing being too provocative for them or their attitude being too racy. On  a certain level, I may agree that yes one should dress appropriately keeping in mind the norms of the society we live in but,  I myself have witnessed Hijabi and Niqabi women suffering from the same trauma. They wear the clothing to follow the religious commandment + to protect themselves from lustful gazes but is it proving of any use unless the men aren’t ready to stop preying on them? They face the same level of molestation and trouble while walking down the streets. So even where women are very modestly dressed and veiled, they still face harassment and are the prey of harassers. Its basically more about the filthy mindset because men ready to even assult a child, won't be 'considering' her clothing much to be honest.

In the Holy Quran, Men are advised to respect a women ‘before’ women were told to guard their modesty.

"Tell the believing men that they should reduce/lower (يغضوا) their gaze/vision and guard their private parts" Surah Nur 24:30
"Tell the believing women that they should reduce/lower (يغضضن) their gaze/vision and guard their private parts" Surah Nur 24:31

A point which adds weight to this argument is that the term "ابصار (absaar)" translated as gaze/vision, has also been used in the Qur'an to metaphorically refer to a person's inner character and capabilities to grasp and respond to the outside world correctly, rather than literally one's vision through the eyes.  So, a man needs to lower his vision and keep his heart clean from impurities every time he came across the female gender.

Countries where toddlers are being raped, we can’t get away with the argument of outrageous clothing.

It all begins at home. I have even seen families where a daughter is still considered inferior, a daughter-in-law is treated as garbage and a mother is insulted by her own sons on provocation of their grandmother. It’s time that females should start supporting each other’s existence. Such behavior needs to be nipped in the bud at the initial level.

Women themselves keep quiet about such inhume behavior that they are victims off on a daily basis. I have asked girls the reason and all of them said that they didn’t wanted any trouble. Many of them even confessed that their parents or brothers would blame them some way or another. This seriously is mad crazy!!

Reporting the crime, filing an FIR, running a news about it 24/7 on TV or protesting on Social Media doesn’t seem to work so what’s next? You….each and every one of you reading this should take up this responsibility to RESPECT all females around you. Make them feel safe in your presence. And especially to all the ladies reading this…SPEAK UP!!! You need to tell that pervert that he is wrong. You need to be an inspiration so stop looking for one and get ready to INSPIRE.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Most awaited prize has finally arrived

Alhamdulillah…wooohhooo…yaaaaeeeee it has arrived: D I am like so so happy right now when the doorbell rang and I saw the postman with a big package in his hands, I knew my prize from Sufi Comics has finally reached its destination: D The absolute beautiful Arabic Calligraphy and the super awesome comic books :D And to my utmost joy, I saw that both the books are signed along with beautiful quotes written on them as well,
“Remembrance of God is polish for the heart.
~ Prophet Mohmmed (P.B.U.H) ~
“The wound is the place where light enters you”
~ Molana Rumi ~
I seriously needed such beautiful quotations.
From writing that Blog post for the competition at the eleventh hour till receiving an e-mail that I won was like one of my dream come true tbh. It may seem casual to most but for a fan its a big deal :) Sufi Comics, since the day I have first found about them, have been among my most favorite. Mainly because the whole idea behind it is very inspiring. Islam and Islamic values in today’s world have been quiet misunderstood. Even Muslims, particularly the young Muslims aren’t even aware of much of our religion and incidents related to Prophets, Sahabas (read: Prophets friends) and Aulia-e-Karaam (read: Spiritual beings) With the growing advancement in the world, Sufi Comics is a breath of fresh air as it has used the famous comic book medium to pave the way for people to have an insight about Islam. I congratulate them for taking the initiative and pray that Allah Subhanawatalah bless them with success and accomplishments in the coming years. For now on, I will be hooked to the comic books till I reach their last page and will be re-reading them again soon. 
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Friday, January 31, 2014

Why doesn't God do something

The following post is for a competition in Sufi Comics  

This country is a failure" "I don't know when the poverty around the world is coming to an end" "It’s the fault of the rulers. Obviously they are the ones to correct things"

Sounds familiar? Each and every one of us in our lifetime has either come across or ourselves have been caught uttering such hopelessness. We either blame the rulers, the system, some person and many of the times God as well for such misery surrounding us. By no means I am suggesting that we are wrong in pointing out the faults of the ones responsible but the question remains that have we ever tried to correct the situations ourselves? Have we ever even tried a little bit to come forward and take this responsibility on our very own shoulders? I don't think most of us would be nodding their head in agreement right now. To tell you the truth, I myself at one point in time was the same sort of a person who would just be critical about the circumstances around. I was circled by cruelty, bias, injustice and other malign practices and all I did was to sit at home and cringe about them. The best I thought I could do on my part was to post about them on the internet because physically getting into the mess to clear it was nowhere near my mind; it was more of an impossibility. 

Then came the day when I heard a Hadith of Prophet Mohmmed where he declared that, "Your leadership will be a reflection of you [the people]." It literally shook me from inside. I felt burdened and responsible for all the wrong doings that I have been witnessing for so long. It was the moment of truth, a moment which changed my view a great deal regarding life. It is advised to us from Allah Subhanwatallah and we get lessons from Prophet Mohmmed’s Sunnah as well that if we come across a positive message, it is advisable to spread it among fellow human beings which helps in creating a harmonious society. When I did that, I was so glad to see that many people were very interested to come forward and help the ones who are suffering. Before that I was of the opinion that not many would be interested to participate and take out time from their lives for people they don’t even know. But thankfully, I was wrong. It made me connect to different volunteer groups and with them I had a chance to become witness of ordeals people go through every day. To be honest, it’s really easy for us to just talk about them or sympathize but once you get to see that with your own eyes, you won’t stop crying. I don’t have much words to describe the kind of brutish society we belong to where some beings actually enjoy inflicting misery upon the weak. A whole lot more is needed to be done in this sector because there are millions of misfortunate going through adversity and pain and are in desperate need of support.

I just want to conclude by requesting to everybody reading this that its high time to play our pivotal role. We cannot waste more time and let the tyrant keep suppressing the weak. Bringing up an impartial and righteous society is our duty as human beings because God has assigned each and every one of us with the responsibility to help our fellow beings.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Volunteering is not a choice, it's a Responsibility

I once read a quote by Albert Schweitzer. He quotes:

"I don't know what your destiny will be, but one thing I know: the only ones among you who will be really happy are those who have sought and found how to serve."

Those lines, if understood, would shudder you from the inside because in this world of materialism its real hard to find such pearls of humanity wanting to selflessly work for the suffering. Talking about our very own Motherland, we find many who are there to be critical about the system, status quo, rising poverty and deficiency but not many who would stand up and say, Yes I will be the agent of change. Luckily enough, I met a group of such monomaniac volunteers on Oct 13th, 2013 at the NICH (National Institute of Child Health) and just that experience made me believe that we can never afford to lose such precious resources. Those of you reading it would be like why I, being this whole spokesperson of volunteerism took so long in posting about it. Well, sometimes life and laptops betray you real bad. Thankfully its back on track now and I can write all about those who chose the road of Making A Difference. How did I ended up meeting them? Its an interesting story as well but to cut it short, all I can say is that when Allah wants to spread a message out, He makes His own ways for it. So, I being a part of the Revolution Flame community, got assigned to cover a charity based event of Roshni Trust in collaboration with Patients Helping Hands (PHH). 

Before this, I never had a visit to NICH. The hospital itself, although being a Government one, is not in a very good state and that might not come as a surprise to anyone having information about the declining condition of the Government hospitals throughout the country. Pakistan's health care system is inadequate , inefficient and expensive. These poor conditions in the health sector may be attributed to a number of factors like poverty, malnutrition and unequal access to health facilities. That serves as a cause for the needy to be deprived of financial resources and also lack access to secondary and tertiary health care services. I can seriously go on and on about the disastrous health sector but that would do nothing except spreading more hopelessness. Getting back to the topic, My first introduction was to the Project Manager (name hidden on request of anonymity) The reason he has for remaining anonymous is because he wants to be remembered by his work and not by his name. Interestingly in our country it is a wide-spread idea that to start an organisation, especially  a charity based one, the initiator needs to have big bucks in his bank account, should have crossed atleast 40 or can see that Allah is about to call him. Thankfully, neither was the case with the initiator of Roshni Trust as he is a young zealot optimist. Talking about placing the foundation of this beacon of hope, Mr. Project Manager told me that he along with his group of friends was already involved in the the volunteerism circle and were a very active part of it. But there was a voice, a call in their hearts to step forward and do more. At the beginning, it may seem just a drop in the ocean but that drop is of utmost importance because the ocean would be less because of that missing drop. That put them all into action and hence the foundation of Roshni Trust was laid on March 8th, 2012. Since then, the young lot is vigoursly moulding the present into a future of which we can all be proud.

A volunteer leader's personal passion for the group's mission is contagious and it motivates. That was very apparent among all the volunteers working under the shrewd guidance of their progenitor. The group had already had all the preparation done despite of the problems they faced a day back due to unavailability of stuff and electricity. Cartons of goodie bags were already packed and ready as well as the whole strategy as to how they would be distributed. It was evident that the patients there are children suffering from life-threatening diseases experiencing an intensely stressful time and their parents are in need of an emotional support as well. Volunteers were refrained from just giving away goodie bags like a mere task. Instead, they were advised to play an active role in significantly reducing patients and their parents stress through effective communication. Listen to their problems, convey warmth and understand the issues they are facing.  So under the exemplary guidance and governance of Mr. Project Manager, the volunteers went floor to floor around the hospital distributing goodie bags to children and spending some quality time with them and their parents. As a person monitoring all this, I saw some real exemplary moments which at times made me and others there teary eyed. Children as young as age of 4,5, 8 etc were suffering from lethal illnesses and to top that, their parents didn't had enough money or resources to save their own child. Such a state of helplessness!! What would have been going through the minds of those parents who are watching their own child bearing all this on a daily basis for years and still for many there is no hope of recovery. At that moment, all they needed were kind words and thats exactly what the volunteers provided them with. It was lovely to see those honest sweet smiles and brightened-up eyes after the talk and receiving the goodie bags. A lot of the kid patients are usually stuck in their rooms for long periods of time. It can get very discouraging, especially for those who are here for many days on end so to have events like this gives them a little break and a distraction from not feeling good. It seriously was an immense joy to witness children rushing down from other floors to the volunteers to get their hands on these little forms of happiness in shape of goodie bags. I myself had the chance to talk to the parents and children as well. They were excited to express their joy: 

“They put a smile on my daughter’s face. She has been in the hospital for two months now and it was wonderful to see the smile and the brightness in their eyes." Mother of kid suffering from Appendix

"I am very excited that they were able to come and do this for the children and make the kids happy.” Mother of kid suffering from Respiratory problems

"My goodie bag is so big with lots of candies and I love the pink wrapping." Ameena (7) suffering from Cardiac Problems

"Doctors don't talk to us very much and this ward has no colour. I am happy that I got to eat all the chocolates in this goodie bag." Abdul Manaan(9) suffering from a Chronic condition 

One can not just ignore the simplicity and innocence of their emotions. Most of them hailed from interior sindh and among them were a large number of flood-affected who travelled to Karachi because of the lack of medical facilities in their cities. With the fate of being under-priviledged, they were forced to utilise the resources available even if they aren't good enough. After inquiring many about their background and what caused the disease, majority blamed the floods and the havoc they had caused. Monsoons have flooded Pakistan, displacing thousands of families and leaving millions homeless, but no major relief efforts have yet begun to reach the hardest hit regions that is becoming a hindrances in the quick health relief. This is such a sad state of affairs and it is pretty useless to target the Government as they won't be paying any attention to it. Nevertheless, on our part, we can just continue our efforts and giving out a hand to these people in need.       

As the volunteers were done with the activity, I had the pleasure to have a word with all the ones associated with Roshni Trust. It was a delight to hear them talking about such positivity with immense alacrity. I had a more detailed talk with some of the members and I decided to quote the prominent messages of positivity they want to give out. 

Project Manager: "When we started this venture, we always use to wonder "What could we do on our part and How?" But then the voice inside told us that we should take a step and Allah will be there to help us accomplish our goals. Many of the major members of Roshni Trust are career oriented people and have a job to do, have a family to take care off and have a house to run but still we take out time to serve the ones we are related to with the bond of Humanity. Through the whole journey up till now, we had many hitches and obstacles. There were even times when people made a commitment and then backed out, times like these breaks you real bad but thats where we stood tall and kept focusing on our tasks. A sad fact about some of the people associated with the volunteerism sector i.e they have placed this noble act into the fun category where they attend an event, hang out with friends as well, take pictures and upload them. Such people are in need of a strict lesson or a hard talk because volunteers are not mere human beings. They are those who reflect this nation's compassion and care for the needy. For our future projects, we have a lot in mind actually and we have been working on that. Currently, we are in plans to contribute in the Education sector. Whether its providing books, stationary, furniture, bags, teachers or even fixing the dreaded condition of the school, we are all ready to do as much as we can. Plus, It is my one of my largest dreams to do a project someday where we would provide clothes to approximately 250 needy children. It requires almost 2 laks which seems impossible now but I know it will happen someday InshaAllah."  

Raheel Tariq: "We have been doing activities of such sort since long, even before the initiation of this Trust so we were all very comfortable with such activities and that led us to the making of Roshni Trust. As members of it, we have given our heart and soul to it as we work tirelessly and make every possible effort to reach our target because we know that if we keep struggling, thats the only way we can provide the under-privilledged with basic necessities." 

S. Sohaib: "I was much involved into volunteer activities with my friends and then the initiator of the Roshni Trust pulled me in. It was was my first volunteer activity in a Government hospital and I got a very close outlook of how miserable the conditions of medical facilities, patients, equipments etc around here are. All this motivates me to step forward and do my utmost in every possible way. One of the positive things about our Trust is that we collaborate with other organisations so its like joining forces to fight a single cause. Roshni Trust provided me with  a proper platform and I am utterly thankful to them." 

S. Taha Abidi: "Usually we don't get a chance to see the raw human misery with our very own eyes and through this event I got a chance to experience that which literally made me realize how much I can contribute in the welfare sector."  

M. Ahson: "It was an experience to remember. We have been preparing for this activity and have put much hard work because it was back-breaking to be exact but at-last by the grace of Allah we have accomplished it." 

And if any of you were wondering that did I somehow forgot to talk to the Doctors and Staff regarding the hospital, No that's not the case actually. The day of the charity event was Sunday and guess what, Doctors and even the major administration was enjoying a public holiday at home *sigh*  I seriously don't even want to comment on that. 

Volunteerism is the voice of the people put into action which shapes the overall stature of the society and effective volunteer leaders are the keys by which we unlock minds.  Till when will we not choose to listen to our spirit, Till when will we prefer to live within a compound, Till when will we keep moving around our own familiar box of happiness? It's high time that we get out of our comfort oriented lives and give back to the society because volunteering is not a choice, it's a responsibility.

To get a more clear idea about the Trust, Click the following website: 

To read my article of Revolution Flame regarding Roshni Trust click: 

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Torn Apart....

Torn in Two...Crushed between fate

You got what you want right!! Thats what you want! Here it is. You got your success. You ate and ate, you bullied, you harassed, you tortured, you brutalised and you finally Killed but still... You Won... Bloody You... You have won at last. May God be with you as He has always been. We got our little share of happiness... Much that will help us survive. Go!!!...Go follow your dreams...Go have fun and enjoy a splendid time. Run as the bright future is calling you. And we are here... Here...waiting to be agonised...Waiting to be torn apart by wolves...Waiting to be burned...Waiting to pour our eyes out...Waiting to cry our loudest cry due to pain...Waiting...Just waiting to breathe our last breath. It all ends here...All... Nothing left. 

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Just Mere Flesh.....

When the Fear of them reaching u gets higher then your motivation to Live

(Following is a personal account written with all my randomness and maybe most of you won't understand so my apologies for that)

Somethings can't really be described in words especially emotions. But the feeling of the heart being clenched, the heaviness, the pain, the torment....can't be described. Heard people say that leave it..move ahead. Really? There are things which are just buried once and for all but then there are things which suck the life out of you everyday...every minute...every second. Demons that don't let you live. Demons that blackmail you. Demons that curse you. Demons that harass you....And all this will eventually kill you. And what did I do? Nothing...nothing of the sort they did. Why? because I can't. I just can't. Instead, I have to continue feeding them. It's not easy and people don't understand that. It's hard to feed them whats yours...your hard-earned stuff. Easier for people to say that let it go. I was of the same opinion but when I went through the same, I realised how hard it is. It's easier in words but only when it comes to us, we know the feeling. Everyday you have to go through the same. Suspicious eyes, Ogling sights, Whispers, Curses, Assumptions and a whole lot more. Place where people see you as flesh...just flesh ready to be preyed upon. Flesh that is for everyone because the King of the jungle died who was the protecter of all the activity. The roar of whose and his sight would tear apart all the wolves coming to take their share. It's like standing in the middle of snow-capped mountains or under the crying sky. Standing there and feeling cold while you see those wolves and hyenas safe under a shade...watching you with their preying eyes...looking for their chance. Yet, they say move on. God-forbid but I wish all who have said that to me would someday experience it themselves and then I will be standing there telling them, Move on buddy...Move on. Then the feeling you would get, the feeling which would tear your heart apart. It's when you will feel that burning sensation butchering you from the inside inch by inch...slow and steady. 

My Dad, he was the reason I was living. He was more then a Father to me. He was something next to God...someone supreme...someone invincible. I don't know whether you would know the feeling where you die with your loved ones. You live and breathe and eat and smile but you are dead. I died with my Dad that day but the only difference is that he is buried but I am living. I got all the good talk from people that life moves on blah blah which is not wrong but what if the wolves continue eating you everyday and continue chasing you...Will you ever be able to rise up? Will you ever be able to shove it off and say okay I will move on? Can you? Words can't describe what I am trying to say but I live this horror everyday of my life. After my Dad passed away, I never had a day where I have slept in peace, not a single day where I haven't cried my eyes out or I haven't laughed out like crazy. Laughter...signs of happiness and joy. It always had a very different meaning for me and I have been lucky enough that nobody was able to guess it. My immediate expression over a joke, joy or something happy is a Smile...just a mere smile. Sadly many people have mistaken it for my sadness but thats who I really am. The laugh...the crazy me is the person trying to hide myself behind it. The louder it is, the more I will be able to hide all behind it. It's a norm in this world...laugh it out loud. That is exactly what I am doing, laughing it out loud because there is no solution. I can just laugh about it...its a laugh on myself that I can't do anything about it. Sometimes after a good day of laugh, when I look back at it, it just seems like the laugh of those hyenas, as if they were the one laughing all along. Yet they say move on. It could be anyone for you, you parent, grandparent, friend or even a neighbour...someone who loved you for who you are and someone who stood by you...someone who would love you the most and no other love can conquer that. I have felt that love too and I know it's hard to conquer.  The mistake I do is to try to find him in other people sometime. Some traits or some incidents related to some people just give me his glimpse and I am like, He is just like Dad but NO...He is not. Everybody has their own individual space and just putting the costume of our memories over them will take them apart from us.  Am I sad about it? A lil bit but I know the reality. It's just the heart that hallucinates. 

Thursday, August 15, 2013

The Dance of Air and Fire

Air burns...Fire dies

He came from everywhere, mountain, meadow, mire,
She sat brooding, burning in his desire,
An inhibitor, an initiator, a cradle, a pyre,
An odd combination of moulder and moulded,
He smiled, she sighed, he winked, she smouldered,
He laughed, tripping lightly on the toes of his feet,
She intoxicated, moved to his bewitching beat,
But he alas! had to leave the path he followed,
Eloped with the clouds, flew to foreign skies,
She wailed, wept and whined for her fair lover,
And broken hearted, calling her beloved love, she died...