pic courtesy: Muzaffar Bukahri There is almost always a triggering factor behind my writings, so is this time. As i always focused on societal norms; the unnecessary part of our lives that we all live, I regret I forgot to write about the tiny yet so significant population being mislaid in this societal milieu. Recently a happening took me awestruck; so, here is the outcome. please read till the...
اَوَلَمۡ يَرَ الَّذِيۡنَ كَفَرُوۡۤا اَنَّ السَّمٰوٰتِ وَالۡاَرۡضَ كَانَتَا رَتۡقًا فَفَتَقۡنٰهُمَاؕ وَجَعَلۡنَا مِنَ الۡمَآءِ كُلَّ شَىۡءٍ حَىٍّؕ اَفَلَا يُؤۡمِنُوۡن “Have not those who disbelieve known that the heavens and the earth were of one piece, then We parted them, and we made every living thing of water? Will they not then believe? (30)”. sura Anbiya (AL -Quran ) “Let...
www.flicker.com/photos/mbukhari once again .. one more time … but this time people are barefaced with the concerns which are so ambiguous,so obscure that it has become nothing else then a dilemma. the optics are very much at the crossroad of an oppressed and an oppressor, but the most bizarre and quirky phenomenon about this dilemma is “the oppressed considers the blue devils as...
painting by Hamail Fatima(@whatthesecretgarden) Huddled in front of the furnace,my eyes fixated on the fire brazenly engulfing the ceramic plate,while my mind delved in reminiscing the events from the year I have spent. Another year,gone,dusted,vanished into the vastness of nothingness…A year,12 months,365 days…..Yet it felt longer,like it had lasted forever;Perhaps because...
✍Mundane life events though sound monotonous and ordinary in many ways, yet behold the real secrets of life. These secrets need a third eye to see, a skeptical mind to deem and a persistent pen to write. Sometimes it feels me arduous to pen down exactly what my mind navigates through. It can be a mental torpor or my inability to give words to my thoughts. But it’s a fact I run short of...
Every year’s end treats people differently, there are limitless assortment of hopes need to be fulfilled , unforgettable regrets, goals still need to be accomplished, a strange fear of loosing another year yet a hope of a new sunrise simultaneously. Everyone has memoirs to treasure, a profusion of recollections in terms of good and bad feelings, sad and happy moments, and losses and gains...
Yesterday evening, while I was making dinner my son (one month to 4 years) came in kitchen to ask what I was cooking. I replied him “chicken pulao”, with a smile because I knew he will be happy to hear this. Eagerly he came in kitchen and we had a slight conversation which eventually exhorted me to write this piece. Please read Hussnain : mama take your hands away from fire, it will...
Few years back, once my brother (whom I love the most and whatever I am is accredited to him) told me that he was trying to persuade my cute and deft nephew ( Hussain) that happiness is inside a person not outside . I was like what ?? How can the concept be interpreted by a 7 years old…. At that time I even didn’t understand aesthetically what he is actually trying to convey his son...
It was not the first time when one of my students asked a question being unable to comprehend the complexities of human behaviour. I can remember well the state of confusion on his face. Well, of course such questions are not a piece of cake to answer. It needs an elaborative understanding. Whenever I tried to reply, I always entered into a dip pit of my own self and lost. Until I struggled to...
Being a mental health therapist, it is difficult to keep yourself completely uninfluenced from mental complexities, especially when you empathize well. Besides dealing with people in hospital settings, observing commoners in houses, markets, especially in public dealing sectors, the most visible behaviour ,if seen cautiously is depression. And if you do a bit of net surfing you will find out that...