Aik She'r

Came to my mind months ago, and i kept hoping that my mind will turn it into a ghazal. but i've waited long enough i guess.

chaahoon k tujh say qareeb hoon
dekh mein bhi kitna ajeeb hoon

my state of mind right now

its one of those days again. i'm not happy with my life, not happy with what i have achieved so far. its of those days when it hurts real bad to accept that i have not achieved so far what i could. a feeling that i am wasting my life. deep down a strong desire to leave everything behind, and start all over again with a new zeal.

i know i was gifted, i was blessed. but that blessing seems to have left me. infact i disregarded that blessing, and now luck is no more on my side. i know what to do to bring back the old blessed kashif, but i am unable to perform such a primitive task. why? i dont know. maybe Allah is not happy with me. i need his blessings to be able to shine again. but i feel i have disobeyed him. i have made him angry, and have walked away from him.

i want to go back now, i need to go back. i cannot live like this. i want to be a good human being, only then i can achieve what i was sent for. but what i was sent for anyways? who knows!!

Please forgive me my lord, for there is no comparison of your blessings to my sins. you are forgiving, and thats what i seek. i am sinful, but you are THE creator. its a human's nature to disobey, and its your authority to forgive.

Please forgive me. please give me courage to become a good muslim. please please make me a good muslim. please have mercy on me. please help me.

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There are only two types of people in this world: those who succeed, and those who stop trying!!

Book Review: Men are from Mars Women are from Venus

After exchanging a few harsh words, I headed for the door. I was fired, irritable, and had heard enough. We had both reached our limits.

Then something started to happen that would change my life.

Bonnie said, "Stop, please don't leave. This is when I need you the most. I'm in pain. I haven 't slept in days. Please listen to me."

I stopped for a moment to listen.

She said, "John Gray, you're a fair -weather friend! As long as I'm sweet, loving Bonnie you are here for me, but as soon as I'm not, you walk right out that door."

Then she paused, and her eyes filled up with tears. As her tone shifted she said, "Right now I'm in pain. 1 have nothing to give, this is when 1 need you the most. Please, come over here and hold me. You don't have to say anything. I just need to feel your arms around me. Please don't go."

I walked over and silently held her. She wept in my arms. After a few minutes, she thanked me for not leaving. She told me that she just needed to feel me holding her.

The above are a few lines from the book Men are from Mars Women are from Venus by John Grey.

I was just orkutting when i found ebooks sharing community. i had not read any good book since my university days, and had no intention to read this one. but since i had nothing to better to do, i clicked on a random link and downloaded this book. and the above text not only forced me to read this book, but sparked a new zeal in me for the reading. man, was I going to miss something?

It’s a great book, A must read for everyone. This book gave me the courage to accept my mistakes. It taught me to be fair towards the fairer sex. It also taught me to appreciate the difference of approach between men and women. You can find thousands of books on this topic, but what makes this book special is the style. while others might bombard you with jargons and bore you to death, john grey keeps it simple yet interesting. once you start reading, you just cannot leave the book, nor you want to skip a word of it.

I feel I cannot do justice with this great book in this so-called review. All i can say is that when you read it, you will regret reading it so late....

and yes, if u need a soft copy, just email me. :)

masjid...

it was juma prayer time, and we were wandering in F7 searching for a mosque. lost, we stopped beside a padesterian to ask him. i rolled down the window glass, and asked a perfectly innocent question "sir yahaan qareeb masjid hai koi?" but his reply was something which never expected: "kinna di?" ie "who's mosque?" i looked at him, then at mehran to my right, then at him again, trying to figure out what to say. Mehran quickly retored back "musalmanaan di". and he told us the way to mosque, adding that masjidain kaafiroon ki bhi hoti hain.