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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 sove...

 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...

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...