You Would Never Know.
You would never know,
How many times,
I have had a war in me;
Between heart and mind.
At times they both unite,
On a thought of maybe;
Then the past reminds,
Do you want it all to repeat?
That is when I completely shatter,
Mind and heart surrender;
The numb conquers all over,
And everything ceases to matter.
This want is what kills you,
Slowly, sweetly with love;
Wanting to be one and only,
Was I not enough?
And at times I think of coming,
To knock at your door;
I see you contended,
With your new friends for company,
That’s when I leave,
Slowly and quietly, to not disturb,
The voice whispers, low and clear,
Cease to think or care.
House of madness!
When you born in a house where everyone is always ready for a fight, you just do what you see and what you learn from your house. No school, or any other education institute can teach you life lesson better than your own house and the people inside of it. In this world, most of the parents love to control their kids, that's because they've learned only one thing about kids, "control them, do not become their friend, do not let them share what they feel or they'll be out of your hands".
This is the approach of our parents toward us. And there's nobody questioning them, because unfortunately, unfortunately our parents love to blackmail us by their words and emotions. If a kid makes a mistake in his/her childhood, our parents love to slap that kid or scare that kid. They scare the kid like 'if he/she is going to cry once more, her mother or father going to slap him/her so hard that he /she won't be able to cry anymore". The kids do have that thing in their brain, where they stop sharing with parents.
If something is happening In their school, someone is bullying them or harassing them, they won't tell those parents who will slap and kick their own kid for being so weak while their words and their way of talking and their behavior is the reason that these kids are scared and are so weak in this cruel world where they seek help from their parents but what do they get, they betrayed by their own parents and they stop sharing, they stop feeling emotions.
And then some of them become "silent and living with it " type of personality but some take their stress out on other kids or other people or maybe when they start growing up, they use same method their parents used at them and they feel nothing, no harshness in their words because this is what they're seeing from the day 1. And than our parents feel embarrassed, left alone or maybe they understand what they have done but it's too late to make things right now.
I am not blaming every parent here. I am not saying that we should stop respecting our parents but if your parents beat you up without any reason and it becomes everyday thing what would a kid going to learn? He/she will understand that there's no reason to say no to your elders and then that kid will definitely the same to his/her kids and the cycle will go on and on. And no one will understand who's wrong and who's right because we are not sitting together and not listening to each other. Where is the humanity gone?
Why we feel so embarrassed while sharing something with our parents? Because they won't understand, and why parents don't wanna Understand? Because they say that they've also gone through same things and they never cried about it, they never said a word and they were okay with it. I just wanna say that not every kid will understand this and somehow, at some point that kid might attempt suicide or might trying to run away from his/her house and this is where we need to actually think and seriously to understand how to deal with it.
A single question I have to ask.
For the thousandth part of a second, your gaze sets on me
A thousand butterflies start flying around in my stomach
A thousand fireworks erupt in the skies
A thousand birds are seen flying on the blue sheet
A thousand beautiful sceneries are blessed to my eyes
A thousand smiles I pass to the passerbys
A thousand words I'm eager to utter to you
But a thousand steps back I take,
Because a thousand insecurities within me, are awake
A thousand lights your vibrant lively eyes hold
A thousand spells you cast upon me,
A thousand thoughts fly around in my head
My eyes grew wider when you're seen walking to me,
A thousand stars envy me, a thousand tingles run through my skin
A thousand beats my heart skip, when you talk to me
A thousand words I become unfamiliar to,
I always crave to confess to you but I never do
A thousand times I think, before speaking a thing
So hear I am, after a thousand outbursts of confidence in me
Would you give me a thousand minutes and sit with me?
A thousand feelings to describe to you,
A thousand traits of you, I fell hard at each glance of you,
A thousand hushed words I'm spoken to, a thousand warm feelings,
A thousand colors you introduced me to,
A thousand rainbows could cover the sky at a time, you made me believe this too
A thousand pleas of mine to you
A thousand steps towards the destination
A thousand years it will take,
A thousand calculations I did, to a simple conclusion I came,
A single question I have to ask,
A thousand answer even if you're willing to give,
a thousand contentment(s) to my soul
Just let me know every of your answer contains a thousand yes(s)
So, my question to you,
"live a thousand eternities with me, would you?"
She is the one!
Her vibe in all manners will smell of love,
not the kind which tore you apart,
which shattered you in sections.
Which introduced the terms of dumps and depression.
Which after one day to another left you counting the slip ups on your finger pores and all you could do was blame yourself for not filling the spaces they had.
Hey I swear, that wasn't your duty to stuff it up. You were not supposed to offer them a part of yours. The shoutings. You weren't supposed to engulf the venom ejected with harsh behavior or to apologize for things that weren't meant to be asked sorry for, but you did, you did your best.
Lets cut this, since it all became history. Past, and for now, you don't belong there. Her vibe in all manners, will smell of love maybe she will be the exact pattern of clumsy as you're the one who would make. you sit and stare.
Maybe, she will pull the chair, unfold her hair, tie the band on her hand and sing as if the world was waiting for her to begin with but then isn't she reckless enough to not care about the world?
paying attention to the lyrics of her own you will be over the concern that the genuine states of ecstasy never questioned imperfections, that she still means the lyricals even after pronouncing them wrong.
Her vibe in all manners will smell of love when the parted bench of the cheapest stall, will make the most of memories. The tenuous giggle will crop up as you will tell perception of love according to you is of no such importance, that love is nothing but a mere emotion that you a long time ago got rid of.
The giggle will echo through the lonliest of nights and you cant do nothing beside sitting across a window pane evoking a twisted smile asking yourself “are you in love?”
The wind along the shore will sing thousands of classical songs that were nothing to you more than a dream. On roads, where the ghost of past traumas were roaming once, you and her will step and dance along the rhythm of love.
It won't haunt you anymore and the walls next to your heart will collapse telling every inch of your soul that “youre in love.”
Hey, I swear. I'm not lying the storm casting destruction in your ways, will pass soon. brush off the scars of past and tell me if “She is the one” plays in your head, next time you meet her.
A night with you.
An uber pulled over, black Mira. We were expecting its arrival, right outside the campus. I opened the back door and made way for her, and then hopped-in from the other side. We made general conversation while on the way as we head towards north; there are a couple of eateries, so it’s easier to choose from.
We made our way to the restaurant and had a light meal there. The food was up to the mark. When finished, I asked her schedule for the night. “Nothing important”, she replied. I didn’t have enough of her and I believe she too wanted to spend more time with me, so I said, “Let’s go to my apartment”. I requested the bill from the waiter standing nearby, and then took out cash to settle it. She got to it first, inspected it and placed some bills within the invoice booklet. “Let me do the honors this time, it’s not much anyways”, she remarked. A self-dependent lady indeed, I grinned.
I opened the door for her as we left the place. “My apartment is not too far, we can walk” I said. We walked on the pedestrian walkway alongside road. On our way, I bought a pack of cigarettes- Marlboro (hard), I am not a frequent smoker though. She was aware that I don’t have my folks here in the city; also it was nearly a 7 days break at the end of semester.
I took out the keys and pushed open the door, we entered. “Make yourself at home” I said. She seemed really comfortable. Early January- it was chilled outside. She took off her black shrug; underneath she was wearing a plain white t-shirt, tucked in her slim-fit blue jeans. I took her shrug put it on a hanger and hanged it in my closet along with my already hanging clothes.
I took out my laptop and put on music, I was glad she like it. We both like tea, so I went to the kitchen, while she leaned on the mattress,alongside wall. She was searching music. I came back holding two cups of tea. “Impressive”, she remarked. She held one of the cups as I sat beside her. I took the packet, pulled out a cigarette and lit it, she too asked for it so I held the pack towards her, and she pulled out a stick, I lit it with the lighter in my hand as she held the cigarette between her tender lips. I could see faded marks of lipstick on the filter, as she held it between her slim fingers.
We talked casually, cracked jokes and laughed, recalling lame-ass incidents; soft-rock playing in the background.. 8 p.m. “Let’s watch a movie”, I said. “The Notebook”, “Titanic”, we laughed. We settled for Spider-man. The movie started, I turned out the lights, and lighted the lamp instead. We both rested on the mattress with pillows at our back.
I ordered pizza from Broadway. While we watched the movie, she caught me looking at her with admiration; she pressed herself against my chest, as to feel the warmth. I wrapped my arm around her and took her in. I kissed her long, slim neck, then kissed her earlobe, her skin softer than what I’ve imagined. She moaned out of pleasure and then back to the movie. It was then our pizza arrived, I settled the invoice and we ate while we watched the movie.
The movie ended. “It’s late, why don’t you crash over at my place tonight”, I requested. “I wish I could, but you know I can’t”, she replied. I was aware that her parents allow her to hang-out with friends; often late at night on the weekends, but sleepover was too much to ask for. “I understand”, we went to the balcony, stood there. The view was not so admiring, all we could see was the street. 2 a.m. It was dark but I could hear people chattering in distance.
People in Karachi don’t sleep early at night, especially on Saturdays. I took out a cigarette, offered one to her, lit both the sticks and we smoked. The wind was cold; we stood together closely, her one hand loosely holding the grill, my one hand rested on her shoulder. I loved the strawberry-like scent she was wearing.
“I must get going”, she said. She called home to send for the driver. Her home was not too far, the driver arrived within 25 minutes. I took out her shrug. She hugged me tight, burying her face under my chest, as not wanting to let go. It took a while and she let go and then smiled. I grinned back at her. I followed her down the stairs and watched her until she drove away.
Sometimes We Can't Make People Feel Loved.
No matter how capable the doctor may be, if the patient is badly injured, sometimes, the doctor cannot do anything.
Some relationships are just like that, no matter how capable you are, no matter how much you try to handle them with love and sincerity, you can't make them feel safe and secure. Have you ever wondered why this happens? Because it often happens in life that you find the right people but their timing is wrong, the person you are trying to handle with immense love and care, is already so injured that he is afraid even of those who are sincere.
He is so tired of the negative people around him that he is afraid to accompany sincere people in life. Sometimes in the pursuit of happiness, life hurts you so much that no matter how lovingly you try to heal these wounds, you cannot heal them.
Your bad experiences keep haunting you. You are so injured that the fear is running is in your veins. And then when that happens, every time you try to move on in life, those bad experiences become a bad memory and keeps disturbing you, these memories dissolves you as acid dissolves bone, you are no more strong, you are nothing anymore. These wounds can be very deep, they can be healed with the right person even at the wrong time, but you have to have courage, if you care about the pain, you will have to spend your whole life in these wounds.
What if you are dead?
Azrael has descended. The inevitable is finally here. His arrival serves as an alarm that your time in the realm of the living is up. While you are paralyzed with terror, eyes wide open, your human brain cracking under the sheer magnitude of what’s unfolding in front of you, the realization that there is actually a Heaven and a Hell hits you with the force of a charging bull. Your life flashes by and everything that you were taught about morality and righteousness suddenly makes sense. The only problem is that the luxury of time no longer exists since you are headed towards a Limbo that exists between this world and the Hereafter. It exists out of the Space-Time Continuum as we know it. You must wait there until the Sirens of Reckoning are sounded, summoning the dead to rise again and walk the Earth one last time. Let us call this Outcome A.
Now consider this. You have died. Whatever life force drove you has flickered out. The synapses in your brain are firing with an ever-dwindling frequency. The heart and the lungs are simmering down. The constant deluge of sensory information is rapidly decreasing in volume until no sight, smell, sound, taste or touch remains. Emptiness is the only reality now. The jaws of Oblivion have snapped shut around you. The only way to be now, is not to be. A dreamless slumber from which there is no waking up. Ever. Game over. Let us call this Outcome B.
Being a living human who cannot come into contact with those who have already passed away, you cannot say with 100% accuracy whether something waits for us after this life or not. All we can do is look for answers in our various faiths in order to prevent ourselves from spiraling down into an existential crisis. The problem that I often think about is a gambit that was proposed by Blaise Pascal known as Pascal’s Gambit or Pascal’s Wager. Those of you who have studied Physics or Chem, even at the matriculation level, might remember that one of the units we use to measure pressure is Pascal. Same guy.
The gambit is pretty simple. Imagine the two possible outcomes A and B as described in the first two paragraphs. Pascal basically says that any rational and sensible human being would never choose to be an atheist. The reasoning behind this statement of his is rather fascinating. If you believe in God and Outcome A is true then you are in for an eternal reward and if Outcome B is true then nothing happens. If you do not believe in God and Outcome A is true then you are in for an eternal punishment and if Outcome B is true then nothing happens. So, believing is the smarter choice. Believing is the wiser decision.
One refutation to this gambit or way of thinking is that it essentially means that you are bargaining with God. I have been thinking about this problem over the last 4 years and I am not sure if I am close to a satisfactory answer. But I would love if you guys, while hating me for writing something this lengthy, could think about it and post your thoughts in the comments. Again, my apologies for a post this big.
It was cold december night.
The light came to my village that day when she came to my village to meet me It was a cold December night, but it wasn't too late. He and I were talking on the roof of our house Sometimes she talked about college, sometimes about her home affairs A smile would form a dimple on his cheek and here my heart would be imprisoned in that one moment!
Whenever she laughed, her hair would cover her face. The night was getting darker and colder, but the sky was clear. I said * look at that moon he is staring at you * he replied you were just lost in your moon! I remembered a poetry here * I said one thing, he did a great job * As things went on, he announced his return!
I will return to my village tomorrow morning and I will miss you so much! Maybe now where to meet in a hurry, then I said * I do not consider it necessary to meet to find my diamond. Sees you sir * All I could say was that she went to her room. I will finally say this She must have come to my village to see me She could also go for a walk If you have listened to me, then this is love Otherwise she could have gone during the talk.
Let The Dark Prevail!
Head's been aching,
existence shaking
Soul's breaking
Apart
into pieces
A part remains left
The dark piece,
Let the dark prevail
Light is something I can't avail
My past seems to be a few sins away
As I turn around and look back my way
Opposite to peace,
Might be apposite
Don't let the serenity slide in
Gotten used to the dark creatures hissing at me
Monstrous rebels befriending me
Then backstabbing me
For I astound them
And I'm outcast but
I'm crowned for
Being the sinister
So in order to escape,
the Satan's territory
I've to level up my rivalry
With the elites who rule
Till then,
I'm ought to feel the cruel
stings in my head
And breathe along with dead.
Sometimes I Feel Like.
Sometimes, I feel like
I used to put pressure on people for how they should be like
But used to turn blind eye to things I was weak in and sleep tight
I see, I
was a dumb,
Yeah, I realise,
That I was Insecure and immature,
Used to reassure
myself that not only I am the weakest though.
My bad. Needless of the fact
That none of us is 10/10,
And life is no keep-it-all-perfect win or loss contest.
Or maybe I was tired of sounding super-sweet?
Like a diabetic patient wanted to get me
from the bakery for the break-
fast. (super-sweet/diabetic)
I fear this after-death-
curse,
So, I was being honest.
And it won't matter if you are a close friend,
If you are being mindless,
I'll oppose you in front of the strangers
If, like a line with no i's and the fullstops,
you are being 'pointless'
Thanks for Reading.
Depression is real.
Depression is real you know,
when there's a glass full of optimism
placed for you on the dining table
someone calls. Recalls and recalls
for you to come and gulp it within one sip
and you stand at doorsteps few feet away
biting your nails hastily, finding a perfect
way to drink it fully, the last section of hope
you pull it closer and your hand shivers
and it slips out of your hand the same
way everything in life including love did
and you scream while kneeling down
and pull your hair out. Your fingers
travel a distance towards your nose,
tells how it is again bleeding
and without even wondering
why it isn't bothering or itching
you ran towards your room and open
a box which has a bunch of amoxicillin,
anti depressants and a whole lot of pills
the final destiny, the only hope
a tragic start over or maybe a beautiful end
within a second you take uncountable
pills out and munch them all. Oh no, God.
Shouldn't have done this.
the sink, you puke and see blood all across
your face, you punch the mirror and realize
that was fortunately just another nightmare
Depression is real you know,
when there's all you want but the desire
to pick one out from them doesn't let itself
and you see this bird doing its best to get up
and escape into the mere sheets of sky
but his injurious health tells a different story
the acne, birth marks, pointless nose
you pull your feet and make sure if there's still
any way for you to be just a single or 2 inch tall
you stand and see how your curly hairs don't
do enough justice with you being tanned
you sit on the floor with scissors in your hand but,
Stop.
Stop because youre focusing on the wrong
things my dear, there's no fairness cream which could
turn one's heart fair, and there's no scrub which couly make
a mindset stun
by all means for you to grasp, is the whole sky
for sure, the birds will eventually learn
how to whiz and fly.
Thanks For Reading.
My Rainbow Photography 😍
Hey Read.cash fam!! 🥰
I'm really good, hope you all are fine and having a really nice day 😍
I wanted to share my photography of rainbows with you people ❤️😍
As you all know we all are again stuck at our home due to pandemic situation and it's second wave is rising in many countries. So I was just stuck at my home and it rained and Oh my God the waehter turned so beautiful and I tried to take pictures of the sky and to my surprise I spotted this rainbow 🥰❤️
Doesn't it look beautiful? I love rainbows and I really love their colorful 🥰😍
This is the second picture that i captured in this rainbow is very clear because of dark clouds see how lovely it is 😍
I took this late in the evening and there were two rainbows 😍 it was the first time i was seeing two rainbows together and they looked so amazing 😍😍
I'm not a professional photographer but I love to take pictures and I tried my best to take some good shots 🥰 I hope you like them ❤️😍
Thankyou for reading 🥰😍
Terrible Love!
you ask “what terrible love means?”
to my “love stories are always terrible.”
and i sit there silent with so much to say.
while you say “stop presuming things on
your own, you indulge yourself too much
in muse” how do i tell that the things
bothering me so much aren't actually the
lunacy at all but the actuality of realism?
we go on for hours and hours, mornings
chirp along the edges of livelihood and
our nights are gladly romanticized by the
gentle songs of love. And i fear, i fear what
if we will unfortunately be out of topics
someday? what if these small details of
days wiill mold themselves into ‘just fine’
texts? what if it will be exasperating to tell
that it is somewhat burdening us both?
we sit for hours and hours, the sunshines
and sunsets remarkes of how we proceeded
another day, how at the costly prices of ego
we fortunately managed to have hand in hand
And I fear, I fear what if one day the rate of egos
will outpass the love within? what if the
arguments will replace themselves with heart
wrenching screams following infuriating silence?
what if sitting next to each other we will find
ourselves kilometers away?
now when we feel like we have fallen out of
topics to discuss, when it is clear to us that
neither me nor you is interested in sharing
our perspectives with reference to the
political or social hereabouts, or about how
this person, we fell for broke our heart and
how it all doesn't hurt the same.
you see, lies a terrible love.
“are you okay” and in between the gaps
of blackout I realize what is it.
It isn't the one which
just selfishly leaves but the one which
stays there silently and shatters every inch of you
but then it is of no use since you will lack the gut
to recognize it anymore
“what on the earth made you think i am not?” I reply.
**Thanks For Reading.**
Grow Positive Thoughts.
There's a sudden wave of de-exciation which pierces your head out of nowhere and manipulates you to the extent that you start believing in the fact that you aren't being progressive at all. It can be fine if it acts like an alarm with the mild sound, that wakes you up to the realization of something. But if it crosses those limits, existential crisis takes place. Like, you see something really good and instead of appreciating it, you start to devalue yourself for not reaching that level.
This feeling of being extremely inferior and doubtful about your existence is just like a parasite which resides in your body. The more you grow the thought of it, the more it damages you. That person who used to think that his today has been better than the yesterday, gets his brain stuck in (not even yesterday, but) the day when he was able to do nothing and the upcoming days get inspired from that very day and ultimately lead to zero productivity and nothingness for a longer period of time.
The funny thing is, these fancy worldly idols, who we look up to, have also been through this phase or maybe are going through this, but they don't disclose it. Once you have this fame and exposure, you can barely express the real you because of the sky-kissing expectations of the people from you since they sketch you with the ink of ideality. That's one bad thing about success, or can be good, circumstances vary.
I Will Always Be There For You.
She saw him. At the library. Sitting alone, in a corner, hiding the pain, the suffering, behind his weak smile, beneath his hoodie. His hair were a mess, like his life, his eyes a bit red due to crying, dark circles under his eyes, due to lack of sleep,during restless and depressed nights. He was scribbling something in his notebook.
She casually approached him. Sitting beside him, she peeked over his shoulders, for a glance at what he is writing. She wasn't able to make out the written words, because they were incomplete and mixed up just like his thoughts. He didn't seen to notice her until she said Hi. He looked up, forcing a weak smile. Struggling, he let out a faint reply. She started a conversation, in an attempt to lift his mood and to cheer him up. He was replying with all the little energy left. She tried to talk him into venting his heart out and he did a bit.
His eyes started to get red and wet, and he suddenly cut off with an, "Excuse me", rubbed his eyes and started towards his room. She quickly gathered her stuff and thoughts and followed him. She was thinking about her feelings and her heart began to beat faster as she paced up, to catch him. She called him, he ignored and carried on. She ran and caught him. Her heart pounding. She faced him, feeling nervous. He still managed a weak, faint smile. She looked him in the eyes and finally spoke, " LOOK, I don't know how I'm saying this. I've wanted to say this for quite a time now.
I want to be the soothing sunshine, on your dark days, the shining star on your black nights, the source of heat and motivation, when you feel cold and down, the ray of light which brightens up your mood and your soul. I want to be the one, who stands by you, all the time, supports and holds you together when you are broken and sad, the one who enjoys your company, all the time, the one you feel overjoyed and comfortable with, the one who will change your life.
I will always be there for you, no matter the circumstances, no matter what, you will always find me, healing, supporting, loving, holding, cuddling and caring for you.I LOVE YOU !!, YOU ARE THE BEST". She said all of this in a single breath. Her face turned red and she looked down. He lifted her chin, hugged her and started crying. She was smiling. After a minute or so, she pulled him back, pressed her lips against his and both of them stood there smiling.
**Thanks For Reading!**
You Were All That Mattered.
Hark back to the time when we reclined against the seats of your car, facing each other? I inquired quite a few things through my eyes and to my surprise, yiur gaze had arrested all of them and I got all my replies when I had inspected the curve of your lips. I never wanted to look away, but I had to...
The next moment when I yelled at you to press the brakes, I couldn't let you escape my notice. I saw your forehead slamming into the car staring. My eyes couldn't absorb the scene that was going on in front of me. Your head and nose were bleeding. You busted a gut to peer at me, but you were knocked unconscious. I panicked.
The crowd was all around us, and they were taking you in the ambulance. I couldn't leave you alone, so I was there with you when you sweared to not wake up again. Because I was sure you were gonna be wrong, again.
You were in the emergency ward when the doctor told the person who took you to the hospital that you're out of danger. I finally heard myself breathe again. But the doctor's next line took it away from me, like for real.
He pointed to a stretcher on which a body was at rest completely under the white sheet. Someone removed the sheet and a bloodied face peeked. It was me. It was goddamn me. I totally forgot myself. I didn't even check up on me when I was dying, you know, because you were all for me that mattered.
See? I proved you wrong. Indeed, you were gonna see the world again, but with a slight change. The world, without me. Be careful, there won't be me on the passenger seat next time.
"You're okay. I can rest now".
A Serious Question!
Have you ever felt worst just because you're YOU?
.
Firstly I wanna know,
Why we all are always discussing about other's mistakes, their sins, their arrogance, their rudeness, their selfishness, their dishonesty, their jealousy, their insecurities and all their negative traits???
.
But why don't we really discuss about our negative traits?
.
If someone does bad to us, we assume it's their fault only.
If we had a fight , we only blame the other person.
If something goes wrong , according to us it's always the other person not US.
.
Do you really know what it sounds like to feel the negativity of yourself?
When you realize who are you?
When you get to know what was wrong with you?
When you see other's behavior changing towards you because you can't be a better person ever?
What it feels like to be left alone because you're bad?
And once you're bad in someone's eyes,
They kept adding the other negative traits in your personality.
.
So it's better to realize before it gets worst!
Before you're unable to hold on things anymore.
Before anything gets broken.
Before any heart gets hurt because of you.
Learn what's your negative traits,
Change those things, delete such thoughts from your head,
Discuss it with someone,
Work on yourself, move on and be a better human.
Before it's too late.....!
**Thanks For Reading.**
Don't Kill Your Children's Dreams.
Being a child from a middle class family , I can feel how someone , of same kind of family , goes through.
"Don't do this , This field has no scope , what are you doing, wasting your time? , Don't do it just just back off , Mann leave this thing it has no use , do you want to bring shame on our name? What have you done till now?"
These are Some of question / comments made upon a middle class child who strives through his whole young aged life to live accordingly. But Nah! Might is right. They choose , what is correct and what not. Society judges you , not from front but from every possible angle. You are taunted about your past , made fun in present and will be judged in future forever , until you leave them. The Society. Everyone’s bound by their laws but we all have our wishes and cravings too. A person who struggles to get up 7 in morning , gets to school / college , learns something and wishes not to carry on that but continue his OR prefers his talent over any other field is useless! Right?
Every day , a boy is burdened about his responsibilities , is reminded of his weaknesses rather than his strengths. No body is there to look after his mental and emotional health. But they all remind him to work hard cause he’s the one who’s gonna earn and pay for everything in near future. But no ones there to comfort him and motivate him, show him his strengths . What you call this? A family or a PRESSURE COOKER?
Every day a girl is pressurised upon her studies , over how she scores. And what we hear all the way up?
Woah! Now these sheets of future will decide how will she live a life! With study pressure and managing her home , she kills every single dream of her to get to see her parents smile. That’s totally fine but do parents care about your dreams?
Seriously , in a middle class family , parents and elder brother/sister are in a need of guidance on how to look after your child’s mental and emotional health.
BECAUSE KILLING OUR DREAMS IS NO LESS THAN KILLING OURSELVES.
So please try to understand your children. And if you are a victim of this. Try to make your parents understand this. Talk to them. There’s no tomorrow. Do it now. Many of us have suicided because of this issue and many are facing suicidal thoughts. Suicide isn’t the option , you aren’t no too weak to give up. You have to fight this issue and thrive.
Be Kind To Everyone.
The water doesn't discriminate. No matter whether you're a Muslim, Jew, Hindu, atheist, Christian, or belongs to any other religion. Water doesn't know who you are, still, it fulfills your needs. The water doesn't discriminate whether you're giving to thorns or to apple's garden. It's like the truth, give water, the thorns grow up with the water, and apple, too. It doesn't say that it is apple, it is a thorn. There is such a blessing in the water that both thorns and apples benefit. If it doesn't grow your thorns, does it grows an apple garden?
As a matter of fact, humans are a tramp you do not have to say bad words, otherwise, the humans who grow up in the same environment would be the rose ones? Humans are considered to be the same water. Truth is such water. Both the roses and thorns grow with it, it is such a food that everybody benefits from it. On the contrary, Let's think of our little society over here, love plays an important role in society. There are multiple religions in one society, at first, spread love and peace for the sake of humanity. Because love doesn't discriminate that we don't belong to the same religion.
That's not your "Kamal" if you were born in the house of a Muslim or in the house of a non-Muslim, it is all given by God. All you have to do that do not discriminate in as a human and spread peace among society. Avoid hatred towards each other, contribute your part in building a healthy nation where every religious community can live in peace. We as a nation have been strayed morally. We do not care about our relationships, we do not care about our friends and family. Replace yourself with water here so that every other human being can be benefited from you, no matter whatever their religion is. We think we are superiors, on the contrary, we are nothing!
All Education Institutes To Be Closed From 25 November In Pakistan.
Government of Pakistan again has decided to close all the educational institutions from 25th of november, making it second time in the year.
First the schools and colleges were closed in the end month of February 2020, and the educational activities after that were carried through online classes.
There was a decrease in the cases and the curve was relatively flat due the timely taken efforts of government and imposing smart lockdown on different areas where there were positive cases of Covid-19.
And schools and colleges were again opened in September but with the sudden spike in the Covid-19 cases the government of Pakistan and the education ministry is forced to take the decision of closing all education institutions and they will remain closed till 10th of January 2021.
"All minister have mutually decided to keep all educational institutions, including schools, colleges and universities closed."
Minister of education Shafqat Mehmood Said On Monday Nov 23.
In my point of view this is a really good decision taken by the government as many cases were found from colleges schools and universities.
Someone Asked Me, What Is Love?
A few months ago, someone asked me, what is love. And although I have written so much about this one emotion, I still couldn't respond properly at that time. But on this New Year's Eve, I finally wrote it before going to bed. I still won't call it my definition of love, since I believe emotions are open-ended and their freedom of thought and action shouldn't be restricted by putting them within certain parameters. But yes, this is my idea of love, what it means to me.
Please understand that the following idea holds true only in extreme manifestations of love. Although it's not limited to only its romantic connotation, since a mother's love for her child would carry all of this, and perhaps a lot more than this. But this isn't for the usual form of love, like when we tell some of our acquaintances how we love them. Now this doesn't mean that we don't mean it when we say this to them; for me, every love is true love, if you know how to do it. But like they say, there are so many different stages of love in Arabic language. This idea belongs somewhere around its fourteenth and final stage.
You can say you love someone when their smile makes you happier than your own smile, and when their tears hurt you more than the ones you shed upon your pillow every other night. When their success reflects from your face brighter than they glow on theirs, and when the fear of their failure haunts you more than it scares them. When their life seems more precious to you than your own, and when you can tell them about your notion of afterlife, but have to shush them up the moment they start talking about anything even remotely close to their death.
A Voice Against Sexual Harrasment.
Tonight all husbands, all brothers, all fathers, all sisters, all wives, all girlfriends, and all boyfriends should talk to their partners in their lives and ask them, “how old were they when they were first groped, harassed or catcalled?” — The stories will not let you sleep tonight, and from tomorrow onward we won’t question each other why we are so angry at each other. Why we men blame the women & why women blame the men for such happenings. Most of us were not even 13.
It's not about a girl or a boy, whoever faced such a situation is a victim, and whoever is doing this forgets everything about what he is doing. Such things should always be kept under curtains but now that the debate has started in our society, let me tell you, I was in class 6 when I was studying in the garden with my neighbor, I had a good relationship with his family, but that person tried to harass me. He forced me to quench his sexual thirst. I was a kid at that time, the things he started sounded like a game was being played.
Now tell me, I was not a girl? Why did this happen to me? This is not a gender issue, this is a war of ideology, a war with ignorance, most of us go through this phase because we think it's a game and we become part of that game organized by someone else, and when we understand that we were doing wrong, and this mistake becomes a disease that spreads to our generations, which we call the Karma process.
To save yourself and your generations from this illness, you have to go towards education, you have to make acquiring knowledge the goal of your life. Believe me, the knowledge that is being taught to us today is of no use to us. On the contrary, we are sinking into ignorance and darkness. This may sound bad, but it is true.
We are ruling in the darkness of ignorance.
Childhood!
**Ice-cream**
With my curly light brown hair tied in two braids. I was unaware about the plan our teachers had. It was 2007, I was in class 1.
They took us for a trip to some place (I don't exactly remember). I forgot to keep any money with me.
In the midst of the day, scorching sun, as far as my memory recalls, it was July/August & the place was all green and covered with grass..... "Memory gap"
I remember I was really hungry, thirsty & tired. After having some large chunk of amusement, I could see myself alone. Being a popular kid, I had many friends. Everyone called me his friend basically.
A moment later, I was watching everyone else eat & being a little shy as I am, I couldn't manifest my hunger and acted as if I'm completely filled & I don't need anything.
*Deep down I was starving as it was already 3 & all I had was a breakfast*
There came an ice-cream man. Everyone ran to buy, I couldn't *with my mouth all watery* I sat somewhere watching everyone buy and enjoy ice-cream. Later, when that ice-cream man was about to leave and already started moving, I found 20 rupees from the grass, I assumed it was that uncle's. So I ran towards him, stopping him, *memory gap" I remember something like, I made him stop from the other side of a grill, he came to me, I gave him the money, saying, "you dropped this note" & to my shock, my amusement, he gave me an ice-cream for free.
That little thing felt so good. I was so glad. That I came back running, told about that to my classmates & shared that little ice-cream with the maximum acquaintances I had.
Idk why & how, but this thing is just so cute & I can't get over it.
Lessons From Covid 19.
**Responsibility**
When my mama got Covid positive and severely ill. I learnt the lesson of responsibility. What it feels like waking up at a certain time and checking her. What it feels like when you have a patient to look after. What it feels like when you keep on uplifting someone and all you see is deterioration. What it feels like when everything from basic household chores to patient's diet, medicine and hygiene is all your responsibility.
I've observed this disease from a very close view and the conclusions I would like to make, solely based upon my own experiences are, this is NOT a very difficult or a very harsh or a very fatal disease. What kills 90% of patients is their subconscious. Subconscious mind is like a key to every change you need. Feeding an information like "everyone dies from this, you're gonna die too" would be autophagy. And you won't die because of the viral act but the subconscious surrender you make.
I wonder how Such a simple disease, a curable and a fight-able disease like SARS COV-2 caused an epidemic all over the world. Shows how irresponsible each and every human is.
The sense of responsibility starts from each and every individual, me, you, anyone. If today I worry about my hygiene and my diet and my physical and mental health, I am automatically making myself immune to an infection like this. If today I am cooking my food evenly, checking what I eat and where I go, I am saving this place, this state, this nation and ultimately this world from another epidemic.
It is pretty heart aching to see people violating the concept of responsibility, not wearing masks/gloves, not washing themselves and spreading false statements like " Hospital jaoge to wo Zehr ka teeka laga deingay ". We need to exit the doors of inexcusable puerility. We need to choose to not be lethargic, because the moment we became lazy for our beings we, simultaneously become fatal for this world.
**Thanks For Reading.**
Depression Changes You!!
*READ THISS ONCEE !!*
Want to know how depression, anxiety and mental illness can destoy you in many ways?
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Let me tell you what it feels like to be one who's suffering from extreme depression.
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That person isn't dull at all. He's still a good human being with a good heart &
He wasn't the same before at all as he is at the moment.
Once he used to be full of life,he used to have alot of friends beside him, he used to socialize with strangers too, he used to love bright sunny days, used to talk way too much, used to enjoy teasing his friends and used to laugh alot.
Then life happened.
He never understood what actually happened.
He started hating life.
He stopped sharing his personal life with anyone.
He zipped his mouth and wrapped himself in fear of being rejected.
He destroyed his relations with everyone.
He tortured himself all day and night for doing things he wasn't supposed to do.
He dressed himself as dark where no one likes to enter.
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Just because everyone started ignoring him as he was overacting in the eyes of other.
Because his words were tagged as useless.
His tears were called fake when he was really bleeding inside.
His existence becomes annoyed suddenly to even his closest relations.
He was being avoided by everyone because of his sadness and madness.
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Now he's all alone on his path,
But atleast, he's assured that no one is linked with him anymore.
He's hurting no one and vice versa.
High Blood Pressure: A Silent Killer.
The biggest problem with high blood pressure is that if it is not treated, then the body's machinery gradually becomes accustomed to it, which is certainly a dangerous thing, because in case of high blood pressure, the heart has to work harder. Of course, the heart is suitable for more than a hundred years of age, but only if it is not burdened with unnecessary work.
When the heart is burdened with unnecessary workload, it begins to weaken prematurely. High blood pressure is also a means of increasing the workload on the heart, so it is important to pay special attention to it and understand that if high. If the condition of blood pressure becomes permanent, then it will definitely weaken the heart.
High blood pressure also causes irreparable damage to the arteries of the heart. Nature has built the inner walls of the arteries to keep this process going, That healthy blood will flow normally inside them but when the food is high in fat, in addition, smoking reduces the oxygen in the blood.
This causes a breakdown inside the arteries on which salts and hardening lubricants begin to accumulate, at which time the blood flow through the arteries is reduced, which causes more pressure on the walls of the arteries. Walking fails, thus weakening the inner walls of the arteries and can lead to any disease.
Everyone over the age of forty needs to have their brain, heart and arteries not only in a working position but also in a good and standard working position, this can only happen when proper diet , Exercise, avoid smoking and lead a calm lifestyle to ensure heart, brain and arteries health
Heart Attack:
The primary cause of a heart attack is hardening of the arteries. In the same way, the flow of blood inside the arteries becomes so narrow that the heart does not get the blood it needs. So it runs like a motor engine that doesn't get the petrol it needs.
Types Of Heart Attack:
There are two types of heart attacks one's that cannot be controlled those are:
**1) Age**
**2) Hereditary**
**3) Being A Man (Men have more chances of heart attack as compared to women)**
Those types that can be controlled include:
**1) Smoking**
**2) Saturated Fat And High Amount Of Cholesterol**
**3) High blood pressure**
**4) Diabetes**
**5) Obesity**
**6) Mental stress**
These you can control with your diet and some with your will. And most important one of them is smoking. By quitting smoking you can save yourself from potential heart attacks.
**Thanks For Reading.**
Don't Spread Hatred, Be Kind.
"Hatred leads to hatred and love leads to love"
We grow up as sunnis and hear our scholars telling us how bad shias are, we grow as shias and hear the scholars telling us bad about sunnis,
We see some girls hating all men because the one they loved ditched them or we see some boys hating women because their love turned out to be a gold digger.
Above I mentioned some of the many scenarios that make us a hateful person and we do become a hateful one as we start hating people because of sects or genders, and sometimes even opinion.
But life teaches a lot, a point comes when you'll meet a shia friend who'd feel like home, you'll meet a sunni friend who would even die for you, you'll meet a guy who'll marry and love you, and only you forever, or you'll meet a girl who'll love you more than anything else and help you grow with her.
Many past experiences and stuff makes us a hateful person. But if we learn to be positive and start coexisting, I bet we'd live the bests of lives one could live, without any depression or anxiety.
Whatever your believes are and whatever your experiences, don't deny them, but never hate people if they have other believes, keep researching things and have proper knowledge about your believes and religion, but in this world, you must "Co exist" to live the happiest of lives.
**Thanks For Reading.**
Happy International Men's Day.
Happy Men's day...!!
Being A Real Man is a responsibility..... No celebrations...!!
I write this note for all my brothers out there ❤
Oh dear Man all contentment and sophistication of the world and aegis of family with confidence is all swivel around your happiness and presence ^•^ Your adorable smile holds the galaxies with shimmering Colours and mesmerizing eyes subdue the souls everytime when you glaze. when you cuddle the universe it glows and when u stare at problems, it fades away.. For your loved ones your fluterring blood starts to flow like Pacific ocean.
You're the world. Everyday is Your day. And when you fall and despairs surrounds you should never forget you're born to rise... And when someone breaks you should never forget you're an Art... When someone break it never forget A broken art is most beautiful and classy of all.. Repaint yourself.. gathers yourself and here is Warrior.... When your situations want you to be drowned, bounce back and here is the sailor who is sailing the ship against the tides and scrutinizing the oppression of giants and dissecting the heart of sea
Under the auro of sky you're the beauty. I know you're all alone in this journey but the world also see u making your way through fires..!!
**Stay Strong and Stand Talll.**
**Thankyou For Reading!!**
What Is Borderline Personality Disorder?
"LET'S TALK ABOUT EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE HUMANS"
**Firstly**,
For your kind information!
It's called BPD ( border line personality disorder ).
Also known as EUPD (Emotionally unstable personality disorder).
Some of us are actually going through such disorders,
Without even knowing about it.
And somewhat it is all labelled as MADNESS and gets ignored by our surroundings.
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**Secondly**,
If you are going through this, then,
What happens to you ?
Or what can be done by you?
It's like a feeling of emptiness in your life, a detachment from your relations, inappropriate anger , being away from reality, getting triggered from not so normal things.
& Most of all you gets involved in
**SELF - DESTRUCTIVE** behavior.
More likely to thinking about self harm or more closely planing for a SUCIDE.
Such people also need someone who can really understand them.
They are obviously not doing anything for a purpose.
Don't let them stay alone in their dark imagination.
It might sound crazy to some people reading this.
But I'm quite sure,
Whoever has gone through this.
Can relate to many extent.
If you are one of them.
I wanna say that, Never give up. Just don't.
I know life doesn't seem pretty good or it's not going as you wished for.
But look at yourself. You're still so strong.Maybe you were not able to make others happy or maybe failed at keeping your relations safe.
It happens, you're a human,
You can change yourself. You can and you will.
Just don't give up and keep trying until you succeed.
Because you better know that
YOU ARE OWN BIGGEST ENEMY.
Don't let that enemy win.
**Do share this with someone who's suffering from this & make sure to them that they aren't alone or different at all !**
My Favourite Color Is What Your Eyes Hold In Them.
"So, tell me your favorite color,"
I wanted him to keep talking, guess what, didn't have anything else to say to I asked this cheesy thing.
"And how does it describe you?" Added, as I realised he would shut up after saying one word.
"The color your eyes hold in them, green. Deep, dark unfathomable green" My breathe hitched in my throat. My eyes were already on him, but widened to the size of saucers as he stated this.
Gulped the saliva, I pushed away the thoughts compelling me to become conscious about not blinking too much or not opening my eyes upto a little too large size.
'Sue me, I overthink.'
After a moment, When I felt like I'm able to speak. I did.
"H-how...does it describe you?" My voice didn't help me, I felt like I didn't even say a thing.
'Really? This is what you could do? It isn't even audible. Fuck your 'I'm able to speak'' Cursed myself internally.
Inhaling, he brushed his hair once with his slender fingers, he smiled.
"It tells my choice, doesn't it? Out of reddish brown sunsets, bright blue skies, dark blue oceans, I chose none of them. No honey brown eyes, lightest shade of hazel, I chose green. I chose woods."
"Woods?"
"Woods, far away from the city, the lights, the audience. Woods constituting nothing but wild. Just like the thoughts that fly around in your head, all wild and no pacific. Just like the creatures inside your soul, that make you mysterious,"
Goosebumps formed on my skin as he continued speaking.
"And I, I'm the boy lost in woods. I got no place to go, the lights scare me to death. The peace suffocates me. So I chose the woods, that has sounds echoing around, that has creatures that would eat me up alive. But I'm here to befriend them. I've my home in the woods,"
The color must've drained from my face. He smirked.
"What do you think? You're hiding it all good? I know you, I know who are you"
@Rimsha
