Thursday, October 23, 2008

Jhapatna Palatna, Palat kar Jhapatna...!

Jhapatna palatna, palat kar jhapatna
Laho garam rakhne ka bahana hai yeh


its a stanza, poet Iqbal. hmmm i don't remember its 2nd line properly, hope i typed it rite... anyways, this stanza is commonly used for PAF & its fighters and based upon the natural habit of eagles, falcons and hawks of how they hunt and fly.
we see fighter planes in movies showing this behaviour of hawks during war scenes and Iqbal's that stanza perfectly describe it. but have u ever seen eagles or hawks flying, fighting or hunting in that way.
i saw it all yesterday and it was so lovely.
Last eve, before Maghrib prayers, i was sitting at my home's roof top. the house located at right front of us have mobile tower (signals tower or boaster) at their roof top. and at the top most of that tower there is a nest of an eagle, which is made only a few days ago. as it was about to sun set, the both parent eagles were present there. i noticed them when they suddenly start making strange noises. actually unexpectedly a kite drop nearby their nest and hanged in one of the step of that iron made tower. for eagles it was obviously a strange object trying to destroy their nest so both the parents start making noise and calling their friends for help. meanwhile due to the blowing wind, kite begins to move here and their and was achieving a little bit flight also due to its string, so the situation becomes more complicated. all of a sudden other fellow eagles were also gathered there, were flying like fighter jets above the tower but none of them came near the kite or try to destroy it except the parent eagles. in comparison one of the parent eagle, i guess it was mother (mothers r more sensitive for kids :p) making more noise and trying to kill her enemy again and again and here the scene begins...


To Snap, Repel, Attack, to Overturn and Again make a Sudden Attack...


both eagles were also frightened due the movements of kite but also defending themselves and trying to hit it through their wings. it was a full action scene, very energetic, very graceful and very glorious.
they cry, fly, make an angle, stretch their wings and attack. and every time due to the wind kite changes it position... atlast after a struggle of approx ten minutes they finally made it and tore the kite into pieces and protect their home bravely.

while watching this scenario i became so excited and my lips uttered Iqbal's that stanza spontaneously and i experienced the actual meaning and soul of it beautifully.


Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Scattered Thoughts


my mind is wandering here & there,
i want to focus, but at what, i'm unaware.

bewilderment causing me alot of trouble,
i'm flowing through time like a bubble.

i want to express the inner side of me,
the moments of sorrow & those of glee.

tales to tell, stories to share,
waiting for words, feelings to wear.

untuned melodies, echoing sounds
needs a theme for a spiritual bound.

Monday, October 6, 2008

I Miss The Feel I Felt...!

I miss the feel of freshness. The feel of divine serenity, calmness & purity.
I feel this beauty evry year ... bt i still miss it. as i've 2 w8 for a whole yr to get that sense again...
I felt it from the vry 1st day till the vry last moment... it stays with me the whole month...
it remains in me like a soothing hand, heeling evry wound, taking care of evry emotion & thought, pushing me up, making me determined & punctual, checking my evry act & peace out my self so nicely that i really don't want to let that spirit go...
It felt Socially
It felt Physically
It felt Mentally
It felt Spiritually
It felt Deeply.....

Well, the "Feel" i'm talking about is the feeling of Devotion. It connected me with my Creator.
it urges me to think, concentrate, observe, believe & to worship.

* I prayed
* I thanked
* I sorry
* I regretted
* I cried
* I requested
* I wished
* I asked
I did it all with a pure heart. with a sure belief that my callings were listened & will b consider...

I spend my days in such a sacred atmosphere that i miss its fragrance deep inside...
I loved that tough buzy schedule...
* Those early morning wakeups
* Being punctual for evry prayer
* Taking care of evry little uttered word & act
* Attending Tafseer -e- Quran classes for the vry first time
* Getting amazed by the Miracles of Quran & its teachings
* Remain enchanted in its charm the whole long days
* Try to being as honest as i can

Ohh... i really miss that freshness
Ohh... i really miss that purity & calmness
Ohh... i realy miss that serene atmosphere
Ohh... i really miss that sweet breeze
Ohh... i'm truly missing that flavor of my beloved Ramazan!

Sunday, September 21, 2008

My Heart Bleeds For My Country




Targeted Again

after a few smooth n serene days there is again an atmosphere here which deeply wounded our souls inside.
Islamabad ... blowed up again ... sorrows ... tears ... innocent people ... our people ... frustation ... depression ... our wrong impression!
who is killing who? no clue... no answer!

The Shameless Americans Attacks

All those innocent people who r in our northern areas facing the Shameless Americans Attacks in the name of so called war on terror. those poor people lifting their loved ones dead bodies daily just because they live near afghan border & can b killed anytime whenever US troops declare them militants; those little kids, helpless women & unarmed men r the victims who even don't know the location of US on the globe.

Our Sovereignty

Our Government alliance with US policies is setting ablaze our own homeland. If we r the biggest alliance to US than y we r the victims? y we r blamed for every other mishap in the world? being an ally our borders must b respected, r sovereignty must b valued & our dignity must b acknowledged just like US or any other ally nation. our Policy Makers hurtle us in this chasm & now we r left alone to suffer the war which is not our own & imposed on us. this alliance risked our own sovereignty.


my heart bleeds for my country where everyday i see people turning into figures. my heart bleeds for my country who's nation tough luck seems to have no halt. my heart bleeds for my homeland who's fate is decided by others, my heart bleeds for my people who r living on the edge & my heart bleeds for myself as i am also @ proximity.

I can only pray for all these people who laid there lives n their families who lost their loved ones.
May Allah keep all of us safe & sound & may we get rid of this situation as soon as possible.


Saturday, September 6, 2008

See ya Soon

dear readers i know its not so cool that i've juz started my blog journey & uptil now come up with only one post i.e; actualy an intro.
actualy i'm quite busy these days due to the busy schedule of the Holy Month. i hav my three posts still incomplete n saved as drafts bt no tym to give them a final touch for being publish.
InshaAllah soon i'l b here wid my part of life .

uptill then Ramadan Mubarak to all of u . May Allah forgive us & shower His blessings upon us in this Holy month.

Au Revoir


Monday, August 18, 2008

Finally Blogging

To Blog or Not?

this query is in my mind since Jan 1.

blogging seems to b crazy for me when i was first encountered with it. i wonder y people blog online & tell everybody around the globe about their life, thoughts, likes, dislikes & even secrets. y don't they just buy a diary & write in it whatever they want! but then i realized that there are somethings in life that u can't keep to urself only. they hav to b jotted down anyway.
so, then i find blogging a big fun. i read only a few blogs(my Fav ones), all of them are of those people whom i don't know personaly but i love to read them. they r thoughtful, they r funny, they r interesting & they tell me abt the other side of the world.

For me, i wanted to write, i wanted to penned down all my thoughts whatevr came in my mind, but i was unable to give my thoughts their words. i was planning to hav a blog since the start of this yr bt don't know what to write, from where to start & how to narrate my feelings. alot of times i typed my post but deleted it and my wish to write & hav my own personel blog was still there!

Finally, a few days ago while i was reading Life A La Shahnaz, i got a clue that y not i start writing about my childhood & then gradually proceed towards my now-a-days world of thoughts.

So, dear folks i'm here now with me, myself & I.
If u gonna ask me now TO Blog Or NOT?
"TO BLOG" will b my straight answer :)