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                                    اِنَّ فِىۡ خَلۡقِ السَّمٰوٰتِ وَالۡاَرۡضِ وَاخۡتِلَافِ الَّيۡلِ وَالنَّهَارِ لَاٰيٰتٍ لِّاُولِى الۡاَلۡبَابِ ۚۖ‏ ﴿3:190﴾ الَّذِيۡنَ يَذۡكُرُوۡنَ اللّٰهَ قِيَامًا وَّقُعُوۡدًا وَّعَلٰى جُنُوۡبِهِمۡ .       وَيَتَفَكَّرُوۡنَ فِىۡ خَلۡقِ السَّمٰوٰتِ وَالۡاَرۡضِ​ۚ رَبَّنَا مَا خَلَقۡتَ هٰذَا بَاطِلً .                                                                       “lo! In the creation of the heavens and the Earth and (in) the difference of night and day are tokens (of His sovereignty) for men of understanding. Such as remember Allah, standing, sitting and reclining and consider the creation of the heavens and the Earth and say :”Our Lord! Thou created not this in vain”(surah Al-I ’Imran :190-191) Why were these the verses Prophet (SAW) chose to recite upon waking up for tahajudd? Well, what other time is better for reflecting upon the perfect balance of the world around us. Back in that time it was even more peaceful. Man had only just beg

 There are occasions in the history of nations that decide their survival. 6th September, 1965 was one of those. Today, when decades have passed after the glorious victory against India, I still stand mused on how the valour defeats mass with such a lengthy, clear margin. In the course of this thoughtfulness,I always reach one conclusion,that fear and greed are two biggest frailties of human beings. When these two are overcome, humans do wonders that are difficult to believe. Pakistan Armed forces are trained in such a manner that they become independent of fear.This liberation is undoubtedly granted by our religion Islam. When death (Shahadat) becomes the destination, there is absolutely nothing that can stop a man. Major Aziz Bhatti (Nishan-e-Haider), Squadron leader M.M.Alam (Sitara-e-Jurat), to name a few among many unsung stories that made the victory possible. Impressed by the spirit of the Pakistan Army, the Nation remained strong and enthusiastic and stood side-by-side with the

Another night of Autumn, I am on my bed in the world of dreams. I am sailing swiftly in a harmony. All of a sudden, I hear some familiar voices, I wake up and look outside my window, it is pitch black but still I can see a silhouette of someone I know very well, without thinking I change my clothes take my soccer ball and go out.... There is no one on the street at all but still I am moving there to the promised spot, the moment I reach there, there isn't even a single soul . "Where are you, you are all hiding aren't you? (screaming) cares that its been long since then, you still are there ??” I close my eyes and I can feel it, I can hear it as well but the moment I open my eyes everything is so dark.  "Why do I have to imagine it always?I want to feel it all, those smiles I promise I will care I won't be the same"(sobs for a long time) So it is my imagination ,its late now 4 a.m., I think the thought of happiness for me is like the dark sky of this time (loo

 4 am thoughts November Sky! Standing in her balcony, Holding coffee in her hands, Hair swirling in the wind, She’s lost , while it rains. She takes a deep breath in, With her eyes closed, Feels the scent of wet soil, She hears, as the wind blows. A whisper in her ears, Calling out her name: “Come dance with me, Put out the anger and the flame” Pulls a strand of her hair, Reaches across her face, Tucks it behind her ear! Very gently and with grace. Faintly stretches out her hand, Rain drops touch her skin, Sending a chill down her spine... And then she flashes a grin! But her smile turns cold, Tears fill her eyes, In the ocean of thoughts, Her mouth dries! Music to her ears, Is the rhythm of this rain! Resonates with her broken heart. Her sad feelings, unbearable pain. She looks up and wonder, How cruel is the November sky? She asks the God one last time: "Let my soul be free, let it fly!" To see, if beyond dark clouds, Exists a clear blue sky! Or is it just false hope, Is it

This is the entry for blog of the month August. She was lying there in the dark room, yellowish beam of oil lamp pouring in through the doorway. The room echoed as she sobbed in anguish. She wasn’t sure which pain was more excruciating, the one that was caused by the wound that her Brahmin mistress gave her or the one that pierced her soul letting all the darkness of night creep inside her. “How long will this continue, Parvati?”, She asked herself as tears rolled down her dark brown cheeks. All the agonizing events of her life were flashing before her eyes. The walls of the servant's quarters seemed to be very eager to swallow her, leaving no trace of her existence behind, and at this point this was exactly what she wished for. Being an optimistic, she always found the bright side of every event, but tonight she was at the brink of plunging deep into the rotten valley of despair. Today she realized once and for all that she can’t make any person in her society acknowledge her wort

This is the entry for blog of the month August. Hurt me, soon the blood in my putative living body will end You really think I'm gonna spare you for the pain you usually send   Nothing can ever hurt me more than your unreal commitments and white lies Would that I had the wings to fly high above the skies Things would be different if I were removed from this flimsy love tale Because the governing here is only yours so you are hearty and Hale Don't know why I have chosen to suffer through this never ending woe Do tell me if you've really forgotten the promises you once owed Hey! have you really overlooked  the words you made or you used to throw  Or is it just the way to test my patience or maybe another way to grow Now my soul will not scream and I don't have blood in my eyes to bleed As I have chosen this hell so I have to walk this path no matter where it may lead  The only wish I have is to get the divine wings from somewhere magically  So that I can free myself and b

This is the entry for blog of the month August. Like a sprouting bud in womb I eagerly waited to blossom Bloomed with vivacity Like a body of plume I swayed with glee Like wind dancing with blithe I quiver in cold Unfolded my froud in the sun I swallowed my thrist from morning dew I was in my amusing  Like Time was grateful to me As it neglected my being A whisper of lullaby Like a mother's voice,it is calling And suddenly it spread its black wings Like the darkness in the empty room I am grasping the advancement of it Black specks on my wasting skin Tint bleached through my veins My cold feet embracing it It slowly anchored the heart My deeds are gloating it Throbbing from fast to slow From slow to quiet Icy breath now yearns to seize Perfume of sweat begins to bare Pupils ceased, nothing but reflection of sky Like a snake,it wrapped the body Embracing me to be its prey It paralyzed even the last piece of my soul Now I am lethargic even to overcome it All its demons have conquere

This is the entry for blog of the month August. Don't remember a lot but the moment I came to know my existence, I was lying on this tiny field of grass. Never did I bother to see what’s beyond its four borders. Everyday and every night I just make a lot of efforts to make it bloom more and more with beautiful flowers and small cute plants. Its my everything though it may appear cheap but still my world I say. One day while lying down, I gazed beyond the borders where I saw some more fields like mine. I was so happy to know, I jumped with joy and started moving to the fields nearby. Then I saw a girl waving her hand, she called me to her big lush field. So beautiful it was, I am sure she did work harder than me. l felt inferior to her but as she started talking she was so nice and timid. We became friends always laughing, talking, enjoying on our fields. Mine wasn't as nice as her's but we got along fine. One day she disappeared without a word and someone else replaced her

This is the entry for blog of the month August. Why it's all purple, bruised and scratched? Who did this to you, why were you thrashed? Must come up with a solid response. 'He was drunk, wasn't a good lad'. Isn't ENOUGH... for broken bones! Hey! you're a woman, you're a pet. Nothing's in you, just Cheap Blood. Left alone, with nasty thorns, "Shut Up Sweetie", and her dreams fled. Now in glassy eyes, the light mourns. Areeha Arshad Batch of 2025. FJITE.