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70th Year AZADI MUBARAK

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swat jalsa2Majestic dust, unfenced miracle

wonderous joyous plentiful
created  for love of mankind All
a Great Blessing after The Fall
a home, an inn to stay the night
a place to work and pray in peace
to do All Good, Follow the Right
pray stay and spread The Light
No Emperors Kings or Queens Royal,
No Leaders Servers soldiers loyal
nor the saintly honest nor simple folks
remain on thrones, wearing robes and cloaks…
abide only in brave deeds and words
leave behind castles kingdoms and swords
Today peace prevails but for the Independent Spirit

The Love of Homeland Pure

Gift Blessing of Almighty Allah

HAPPY  INDEPENDENCE  DAY

Long Live Pakistan Zinda o Paindabaad

 

A Story A Day ~ 7 ~ Landlocked,Home locked,Lockup…Lock down…Lock in…

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“I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.”
― Virginia Woolf

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‘are you preparing a grammar lesson? sounds like one…’up down,…out….’

well, these words do refer to positions and are known as prepositions of place but in our country English is a foreign language though many use it..er..in all its forms..even slang…it is also called ESL….

ESL?

yes, English as a second language…I will add my definition…ahem..English is a locked language..ha ha..see!

why locked and how locked? now languages are important means of  conveying..er..thoughts and needs and wants…er..and so much more…..

‘well locked it is,like Alice…she was locked  in Wonderland…and so are we locked in Language in our land…English is ‘angrezi’ gullabi’ some call it pink…Queen’s English …BBC English…Court English..American English and now Singapore English…and so on..it is all getting so entangled…so this makes my land ..a ‘wonderland’ doesn’t it?

Image result for alice in wonderland language I can even identify  Tweedledum and Tweedledee in my country….so that makes it even more adventurous…wow…super..thinking…ideas..hey I hope the cat is looking….

and so we are not so landlocked by land as much as by language…

‘this is indeed interesting…and then you must have a Queen too..?

well yes,sort of..a royal family we do have…I think in a free country we all are royal..as we are free..freedom is itself royalty, I believe…

no pack er..deck of cards for fighting…defending …protecting….’

well every one needs protection from evil of numerous kinds..evil is true and present everywhere….specially in sweet attractive pleasure giving things….so we have our cards..er..I mean guards….

and so you still say you are locked….

Freedom gained but enchained by language….and now we look for keys…keys to the door of freedom..the search is on….and so we are planting more trees to make a jungle, and then in that jungle we shall seek among the trees, the lost box of keys…in shady trees we might find peace,we will find peace, we will find fruit,we will find water..

Water?

yes we need to counter the DRINK ME’?

Drink…yes, Ah..but that you have found…whats that you say…ZAALIMA………pilaa de…..

hey see I told you we are locked……..

the Key the Key..the DRINK the DRINK..is to blame…….’

Rainbow Hiding in The Crying Clouds~Return of the Mysterious Dialogue 2017

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IMG_20170310_162143_434‘awakened are we to the desires forbidden….asleep are we on the fires we should kindle’

Fires of a different kind rage,some deliberately set some by nature,but mostly by design,such are the times when hatred guile deception reigns,terror strikes without warning Death is all over, famished for spirits,it seems working hard as ordained…but stupor slumber drunkenness greed selfishness supreme, palling the senses, creating rotten states in once green and pure lands…Lethe is in high flood, reaching almost the danger level…more rains are predicted and may the Lord Master shower Mercy….mercy..mercy….He hears us…..there goes thunder…oh it is frighteningIMG_20170404_120112_792

Salam Salam I heard the cry for mercy’….why faith is weak tonight?…

Peace Peace to you too…faith faith…got to be strong…trying to be more..well, it is uncertainty,uncertainty  that prevails…but I have found a certain feeling a certain calmness…only when….

‘calmness is good’ it comes with obedience…obedience to all..first to the Master then….

‘my parents are no more…Ah I am a parent and a grand parent…myself..yet I keep seeking mine..and not finding them at times..I cry….

pray pray pray in prayer lies calmness and the comfort of the heart and soul’

yes,I saw the news of children dying in Syria..so many…so young…….please say something….please do not be silent..

‘on this I cannot….only the Master knows….best….you know that….

‘yes but it is painful’what can I do, how can we make things better?

just do your duty and that is a lot..check the neighbors, seek needy people nearby if not far….give…give…

‘too much black….magic..magic..jealousy…and ..activity..strange and dangerous….’

it was years ago too when knowledge was revealed …but be not afraid..faith is the key the solution and you have the Book’ take guidance …respect the word of the Master…nothing can harm you if you are right truthful and honest….

I am trying..but why are the rulers …..

they have lost their way…and shall not find it ..if they do not forgive and return and above all repent..repentance…repentance…..

‘I feel the skies have messages..I run to see..and there are eyes in the clouds…looking down….where are the rainbows ?

Rainbows? wait for them..they are hidden for the time being..they are there in the clouds…this is a time of warning..when lightning flashes and thunder crashes..know that it is a warning..turn towards prayer…..

٧  فَإِذَا فَرَغْتَ فَٱنصَبْ 7  When your work is done, turn to devotion. The Soothing’  Verse No 7 and 8 ‘and to your Lord turn for everything….’

I do I try I am trying….I am waiting for the rainbow….’

thunder lightning and rain outside….’

silence….

Hope Manifest in The Guiding Star’ Return of the Mysterious Dialogue 2017

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When I feel heavy, when my heart is somewhere far away from me, when I experience helplessness, a strange emptiness I move towards my pencil and paper…I stare and desire to write, to scratch, to draw, to say it all in words…and then I know I am at peace…writing brings peace and reading , more so…but then what is there on paper…

it so happened as night took over, I woke up with a start, something brought me to full consciousness…I lay not quite frozen, rather a bit warm, wondering what could it be…is there someone on the roof? a cat? a prowler? let me see…er..check the time…the small clock showed 2.30 a.m. Oh…the T 20 match we lost ,what purpose lies in this game,I wonder…. game ended at  about 12…Princess time…and hardly two and a half hours have passed…they say there are unseen beings living around…some try to put you to sleep others wake you’

come offer your midnight prayers…so I started reciting holy verses…I keep the rosary close, it shines in the dark and I like that…other items close to the pillow are: a torch, a bottle of Vicks vaporub, my medicine pouch, and my small book of prayers’ sometimes my notebook and a pencil is also not far, and recently I have been keeping my knitting stuff handy too…

How does one keep track…or find out about any ‘others’ in the room…if any…the neighbors house is rather close to the bedroom wall and many sounds and voices can be heard…perhaps some sound came from there…

one thing strange I just noticed…no barking of dogs have I heard in the past month…just the growling of cats a couple of times…

the electricity goes off without warning and there is darkness over everything …well for some time…I wonder what people do during those hours…maybe I will write a book on ‘Load shedding Time Activities’

Oh the light blinked …is it the unseen friend…must ask…

‘Salam, the blinking light called me, afraid are you…be afraid only of The Malik The King…Majestic…

Salam Peace to you’ Oh yes, yes, the guidance has come, the awareness has dawned, alas for so many years there was dark ignorance…

Be at peace if guidance has come and is coming…hold strongly the rope of faith..Chapter Name:Al-Emran Verse No:150

بَلِ اللّهُ مَوْلاَكُمْ وَهُوَ خَيْرُ النَّاصِرِينَ {150

tonight’s message..and no worries about strange sounds, The King has a law for everything and it is given..seek and you shall find….then remember..remember….time time …time..and ..more duty…..

look the star is shining….

Poor, Poor, Prices? Return of the Mysterious Dialogue…2017

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A quarter of the year past,Good things have come.Joy fun happiness.Yet the heart seems heavy, the spirit needs the eyes outflow, appetite stays away…..

I believe we have become poor. Poor not in  resources on land but poor in the inner recesses of our weakening hearts. Love sympathy kindness honesty generosity empathy has not been seen or felt for quite a while…prices, prices,prices on the rise…I wonder how hundreds make their meals ..er..healthy meals and what they may drink..I mean water..clean water…but  first …clean…how to be clean stay clean..keep clean….Oh Dear…humans can be so poor…so helpless…helpless….help…its dark outside..waiting for the new moon…two months and then Ramazan…fasts begin…if only things would be affordable..

Aha’ affordable? everything can be affordable ..’  do not be so depressed…here I am again..sent…to guide you..see there is one who knows who cares who gives and who is the Greatest Master….

Salaam salaam salaam….so grateful, yes I have not been grateful regularly as regular as I have been blessed…yes this is the reason…alas we forget we miss we ignore…..

tell me what disturbs ?

‘why is there… delay? why speak so loud…to make someone hear…does justice and fair play  ‘ need a shout’ ?

easy questions need no efforts,no research no preparation no analysis…

what type of answer is this,if I may ask again…please,please there is so much confusion doubt mistrust…and..exhaustion has almost taken over …..gathering energy from all corners…but

well, it is an inside story, an inside act, an inside demolition plan, see? when rules are unknown,untold,unwritten..there are bound to be violations…but rules were given long long ago…everything written bound recorded saved confirmed…..

we were never aware..but why were we not ? that is my question….time wasted..life wasted..purpose lost….

no no you still have time…one small act one good deed one small kindness can make majestic miracles happen….

how can good deeds be done when there is confinement..when one is under outside control,when there is no support…encouragement, inspiration…motivation….

there are opportunities if one has the intentions,the Master shows The Way

can you please request…please make the shopkeepers keep prices low and affordable this year?

The Master has already heard the request…He waits for His people to ask..so keep asking and more so …keep thanking….and Oh Oh…it will be dark…dark…

dark? or Light of dawn?

no no, the worldly light will stop shining,and I must hurry to finish my work…cheer up now for there is hope and it will descend,think kindness..kindly and be kind…..

will the prices come down? petrol has gone up by…er…..two…no, one rupee….not that there is need to travel but still one needs some wheel support at some time in life…tell me more,please…

prices oh…

Nothing but silence…peaceful…nothing stirs…then far away a cock crows…once…then again and again…till darkness fades away to welcome the emerging golden effulgence…..

till next ………………………………………………………………….

A Story A Day ~ 6 ~ Beyond The ‘Samosa Treat’

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‘painful hunger pangs,spasms deep inside,helplessness abides’from a distance aromas sail closer,salty fried fresh food, benumbed the senses, faintness took over, moments later eyes saw a hand beckoning..’who? me? the young guard in uniform,sitting uncomfortably on the small stool, standing from time to time then bending over…the look vacant…searching the crowd in vain…

yes,you come here, a lady affirmed with a nod of her head,standing by the car she had noticed the guard…

‘here take this shopping bag, some samosas …’

no no madam,well, er…er…

come on take it,you need to eat and I need to give’…

without another word the guard accepted and returned to his post,soon I noticed that shielding himself partly by the verandah pillar, he ate the samosa in a handful..he had not eaten for hours…

‘he could not, he did not,he was not able to, he had nothing in his pocket…he only had a prayer in his heart, a silent prayer…’please send me something to eat just a samosa’

he knew the samosa shop was nearby…

and  Allah Almighty heard him..for He is the All hearing….a waiting husband bought four samosas..he ate one and kept the other three ..two for the wife and one for himself…’I will eat the other when I get home’

Oh samosas,wow so thoughtful of you I wanted to have one…Oh poor guard ,he seems so weak,why not get a couple for him too…I cant eat here in front of him’

‘and there, the wish was granted’ share what the Lord sends you …all are His gifts and blessings….

The samosas so shared …the aroma must have traveled high up in the skies, definitely some angels too enjoyed the ‘Samosa Treat’

Jazakallah  jazakallah’…someone said

She turned around..there was no one..the verandah in front was empty..there was no one on duty…

Tweet from Canada ~ Vanishing Style of British Houses ~ Hot Freshness ~ A Dialogue of Memoirs ~ 2015

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‘Those were the days, my friend..I thought they’d never end….’they’d they’d…they would…they..Oh never mind, English, English …Good English…wrong English , no ‘incorrect….’finish finish…the most funning thing…the most funny…funny…funny…its not funny…its money money money….deliberately deliberate…’deliberate is when something is delivered by TCS’…Oh come on…I think it is like this…’TCS the pack by Leopard’…Uh Uh ….what am I thinking? So much keeps happening…it will happen…changes will occur , surprises will surprise, and miracles will manifest…

Oh, these are the days, my friend, so quickly do they end and the MIRACLE…the tweet from Canada is still fresh, the photograph from college days…a miracle…kept thinking..in fact for quite some time stopped ‘thinking’ and could only manage to say,’ohhhh hai Allah ji, ye kiya, hai ..kahan se ..kitni yadein jaag utheen’….and the mind heart and soul went flying back more than forty years..Twitter brought us together again …we were neighbours in Rawalpindi Cantt..our Fathers  serving in the Army,lived in identical British style large houses,with separate kitchens,large open lawns ,lots of trees,and imagine a driveway with two gates…played ate told stories shared books and much much more…sat on the low wall and talked for hours…I wonder what we talked about..

I will tell you for I know…you talked about fairies, food sweets toffees ice cream and movies…and ..songs…sang a bit too…

‘Oh you dear guardian, you know all, you are supposed to know…I should have known..but how could I have known..so how is it..over there? Oh I may not ask…am I doing good?

Hmmn a little, work hard, finish the Holy Book and act accordingly…lessen the time for ….

Oh it must be Scrabble..I have friends waiting for their turn trying to win..once they win they are happy’Everyone wants to win but no one wants to make that effort’ why is it..a certain lethargy seeping in and increasing day by day..?

No No just keep your heart clean,fill it with remembrance of the Great Master and all will be well.

Yes He is the All Powerful…and in this world some people say ‘They are’ and ‘They are the owners, the commanders, the rulers, the the……

well, let them, they will answer that themselves when the time comes…

Time Time yes Time changes and when I found my dear neighbour..in fact she found me…I thought of the great ‘change’ in the houses we lived…we had spacious areas to play ,run about hide and seek,jump and roll,swing and chase…it was such fun..but…the lawns have been shortened to give way for the road…there are more cars now…I loved the British style of construction..I still do..one thing I appreciate..the engineering expertise..and the language

that makes two…

well,yes…the kitchen was separate..a joy to walk up to and peep in..smell the cooking aroma,glimpse the wood burning and hear the crackling sound…once I saw the ‘roti’ swell up like a ball on the coal..hmmn yummy…now no wood sometimes no gas, so no home roti at all…it is ‘tandoori’ ..but its good and’well..someone else makes it…

ha that’s it..again someone else doing the job….

‘then the long open verandahs..purposeful…sun room space…playing area during rainy season…story telling session sittings, and turning the handle of the wooden ice cream bucket..the best exciting activity…Ice_cream_maker_Husqvarna the bucket was exactly like this one..we took turns..to turn the handle..mother would keep adding ice pieces and pour pinches of salt on them…I have never tasted such delicious ice cream…again…None like Mother’s Special Flavour Vanilla with fresh mangoes….Ah…those were the real days…..Now,milk? mixture of chemicals…wither fresh ice cream…

Dear you are responsible to get fresh stay fresh and pure in heart and soul body and mind and the rest will follow..fresh fruit fresh milk fresh vegetables fresh meat..everything clean and fresh…

Oh wishful thinking why have we lost all that’…

‘The desire’it is the foolish desire…to have more and more..they don’t know that ‘less is more’ the more you give the more you will have…

I think it is the heat…June is hot but ”someone said’ hell is hotter, so be grateful…

what a dialogue of ‘gratefulness’ every time it keeps coming back to…..my friend ‘came back’ I am so awed’ don’t know what to think…remembering so much..and wondering about The Master’s purpose …Ah I know now..Oh how true..we will return…we will return….I had given up but ‘she came’ with all the good thoughts wishes memories and above all what she related about my parents…she proved an angel here….I share the lines…

”Assalam Aliykum Anju
Today is mother’s day here in north America and I want to take advantage of this day to pay my respect to the memory of your beautiful mother.
My sister Kishwer Baji once said that your mother was like a ‘’kashmir Ki kali’ (Rosebud of Kashmir). At the time I was too young to understand but now I realize that baji was right. She was the most beautiful lady and when I read your articles about her suffering and pain, and her endurance and courage in facing the test of Faith by Allah I can visualize a high place for her in Heaven along with her two sons gone before her to make a welcoming team for their mother.”

here I wish to remain with the comforting thoughts heavenly sent…a gift from My Master Thank you…and now to pray..as prayer is better than sleep…prayer is better than sleep