Memories-Chapter 1 — April 29, 2017

Memories-Chapter 1

Ahh guys so sorry this so late.I told a few people that I will upload this soon or Saturday…but yeah didn’t exactly specify which Saturday.Haha. XD Life is like squeezing every ounce of energy out of me.
Thank you so much everyone for your words of encouragement. They mean lot!
Anyway here it is, I hope you like. 🙂 Let me know what you think of this.

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Since as long as I can remember, I have always loved stories. Stories made my eyes sparkle with joy. They made me believe in what others may not believe in or help me to imagine more, as well as to ignite curiosity. A friend of my father had told me a story of how a little girl in the village (I really forgot the name) had been taught by her parents to always pray two Rakahs to Allah for anything she needed/wanted. That little girl obeyed. Whenever she would pray she would mostly ask for candy. And her parents knew about it and therefore while she was busy, they would quickly put some candy under her prayer mat or behind her without her noticing.

However, one day she wanted candy in the middle of the night. She did what she had always done. She stood on the prayer mat and behind her were stood nervous parents who didn’t have any candy left in the house. Unfortunately, they couldn’t go out to the shops and buy since all of the shops were closed at this hour of the night. They anxiously waited for what will happen after she had finished praying. That is when a miracle occurred. As soon as the little girl finished praying and picked up the prayer mat she smiled from ear to ear because she saw that Allah had (as always) given her what she asked for. Lots of candy! Her parents were overjoyed to see her so happy and filled with satisfaction. This story influenced me to a great extent. The little eight-year-old me was eager to try this myself, I also convinced my four-year-old sister to join me.

 The two of us put our prayer mats and prayed to get not candy, but a whole meal. We prayed to Allah to give us roasted chicken (or was it chicken Mandi?). I specifically remember we had turned of the lights of the room (thought it was evening time) and stood in front of the window. We waited impatiently as we watched busy people and zooming cars from the window. Our plan was to keep looking outside so that when Allah sends down some angels, the angels don’t shy away. In other words, we wanted to see the Angels with full meal that they would put under our prayer mats. When we couldn’t wait any longer or felt hopeless we would sneak a look behind us. What confirmed, that the angels had not arrived was that our prayer mats didn’t look swollen. Yes, logic.

The funny truth is that our parents had no clue about this and couldn’t possibly come and put the roasted chicken. We checked under the mat and waited for a long time. Alas, no sign or smell of roasted chicken. The only thing left to do was fold back the prayer mat and put it in its right place. However, when we were doing it, the doorbell rang and we rushed to the door. There we saw our lovely father with his hands full. He held two huge small bags which he had brought from the restaurant. It was exactly what we prayed for, roasted chicken (or chicken Mandi).

We were extremely happy that our prayers were answered. Even though they were answered in an unexpected way. Our mission was accomplished and we felt proud of our little magical achievement. This whole incident was inspired by the girl who wanted to candy. She taught my sister and I that asking Allah sincerely will result in happiness. Furthermore, our experience taught us that your prayers can be answered in a way that may be unpredictable. Nonetheless, we must hold on to hope and have faith that our prayers will sooner or later be answered.

It has been almost a decade since this incident yet I never forget. I can’t ever forget the feeling or the scenes of how we got what we wanted. Of how Allah SWT does know what is in every heart. Plus, how we might assume different ways of achieving something but ultimately what has to reach us will in the way that Allah pleases.

When I think about it now, I tell myself I have known how to get what I wanted. Yet, someday I do not get what I want. Why is that? Is is that my heart isn’t as innocent and faithful as when I was young? Am I distracted and begin to believe more in resources on earth than from above? Or maybe it is just that not all our prayers are answered immediately. Some may never we be answered on earth. BUT for them we will be rewarded for in Paradise (Jannah).

Do you think this story was influential? Do you remember prayers that were answered in an unusual way?

-INKY

Memories-Intro — April 3, 2017

Memories-Intro

Many of us consider our lives to be a story. All what we truly wish is a happy ending. Correct? According to me it wouldn’t be wrong to say that like all stories, our life is also based on chapters. Chapters of many kinds, like the stories we read. There are always chapters which are unforgettable. They may be filled with joy and laughter or tears and misery. Some ordinary and some out of the blue. There might even be some which are a bit blurry yet very clear. The bits of memories, of vivid images or hazy scenes, and traces of emotions, along with the bridge of time make our lives worthy to be called a story. A chapter story in which we cling on to some lessons learned, as we cross the bridge and move forward. Some chapters, teach us valuable lessons and others teach nothing at all. Perhaps.

This is an attempt to start a series called ‘Memories.’Please give me your honest feedback via comments down below or through email.It will help me improve! 😀 Stay tuned! 😉

Inky

Homo sapien means wise man, but are we? — February 11, 2017

Homo sapien means wise man, but are we?

Us ‘Home sapiens‘ are worse than vampires or werewolves. Since we shamelessly devour the flesh of our dead brother.

In this post eating the flesh of our dead brother is referring to backbiting aka Gheeba.

Allah says (interpretation of the meaning):

“neither backbite one another. Would one of you like to eat the flesh of his dead brother? You would hate it (so hate backbiting). And fear Allah. Verily, Allah is the One Who forgives and accepts repentance, Most Merciful” [49:12]

This is just a reminder for you and I to control our tongue. It is a powerful organ. You will be questioned for every word you utter. Like for every good words you say you will be rewarded. Just the same you will be punished for when you speak ill of others.

About Jihad — November 25, 2016

About Jihad

The following post was written by a very good friend of mine.I thought I should share it here and well anywhere I can.The purpose of this post is to educate.

Okay so I’ve been trying to not go off on this rant for a couple days now but given a lot of posts I’ve seen on here and on other social media, I find the need to correct and educate the lot of folk who have been misusing the word ‘jihad’ and considering all the terrorism happening a form of jihad.

The meaning of the word ‘jihad’ means ‘struggle’ but it is important to note that it doesn’t refer to just any struggle, rather it refers to the ‘struggle for the cause of Allah (God)’. Now, mass killings, suicide bombings, and terrorism are NOT a ‘struggle for the cause of Allah’.

Let me just quote this verse from the Quran real quick to backup my point:
“For that cause we decreed for the Children of Israel that whosoever killeth a human being for other than manslaughter(murder) or corruption in the earth, it shall be as if he had killed all mankind, and whoso saveth the life of one, it shall be as if he had saved the life of all mankind. Our messengers came unto them of old(beliefs) with clear proofs (of Allah’s Sovereignty), but afterwards lo! many of them became prodigals in the earth.” (5:32).

In case anyone didn’t get that, killing is forbidden, unless it’s as a punishment for murder, etc.

And also, the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said:
“A believer continues to guard his Faith  so long as he does not shed blood unjustly.” (Source: Bukhari/ Riyad-us-Saliheen)

Terrorism, in fact, is completely the opposite of Jihad. Any act of violence that instills fear in the minds of innocent people is an act of terror, particularly because this fear is not a fear against anything wrong, like corruption or theft. Instead, it is a fear of the powerful who wish to become more so.

Those who terrorize people claiming that they are the followers of Islam have forgotten that “Islam” means “peace,” and that the Holy Quran teaches tolerance towards other faiths and guides (or also lack there of such as with atheists):
“To you be your religion, to me be mine.”

As described by the Quran and teachings of the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh), “jihad” has many meanings. It can refer to internal as well as external efforts to be a good Muslim or believer, as the Prophet (pbuh) said:
“The greatest Jihad is to battle your own soul, to fight the evil within yourself.”

If military jihad is required to protect the faith against others, it can be performed using anything from legal, diplomatic and economic to political means. If there is no peaceful alternative, Islam also allows the use of force, but there are strict rules of engagement.
In those rules, the killing of women, children, the old and the weak is expressly forbidden. Even destruction of a standing crop or a tree is not allowed, as Abu Bakr al-Siddiq, the first Caliph, told Islamic armies:
“I instruct you in ten matters: Do not kill women, children, the old, or the infirm; do not cut down fruit-bearing trees; do not destroy any town . . . ”
(Source: Imam Malik’s compilation of the Hadith “Kitab al-Jihad.”)

My point is, ISIS does not represent Islam and terrorism, all this death, is not a form of jihad.

(References: http://qz.com/316516/jihad-is-not-terrorism-terrorism-is-not-jihad/)

I’m so normal. — July 30, 2016

I’m so normal.

Alhamdulillah.

How often do we used this word? At what times are we reminded of this word?When does this word touch you,means something to you,expresses your emotion?When does this comes straight from the pure side of your heart?

Let’s think about it.

When you reply to a ‘How are you?’,you often add,Alhamdulillah.If you don’t then you should!Oh and also when you sneeze,you say it.There also other times when we say it when we get something we asked for and when we are saved from any sort of difficulty.The fact is we need to use this word more than we already do,way more than we already do.Even when say Alhamdulillah or Alhamdulillah ala kulle haal we  need to thank Allah SWT who made us healthy enough for us to say it.Alhamdulillah that Allah Taa’la gifted us a functioning brain,a tongue with which utter this word!

To be honest there are alot of things we are blessed with but we don’t realise or take them for granted,dozens of things we are blessed with but we forget and keep complaining!Sometimes we come to a point that we actually become sad,feel inferior though we have so much!One of the ways to make yourself feel instantly happy is to think about all the good that you have.Like my Mama always says:There are people who have worse than this.When I was little I didn’t really understand as much as I do now.Alhamdulillah.

So here I am,I wanted to share something here related to this,related to remembering Allah and thanking him.So here goes!

In Bio class we were studying inheritance and I had a doubt.My teacher is always there to answer my question as best as she can.Although sometimes my doubts are umm quiet unique,I don’t hesitate to ask her my doubts.But that day I had a doubt in my doubt that kept ringing in my head and I couldn’t focus.I knew I had to clear my head so I waited for her to finish.I was really determined to get an answer for that question in my mind to earn some satisfaction.However,somehow I just felt that my question was not framed properly,I had to modify it and I did and as soon as I got the chance I asked her my doubt.She answered it.The answer unfortunately was what I feared most and expected. Continue reading

DANCES WITH INSOMNIA- 2: “THE NATURE OF TIME” — March 19, 2016

DANCES WITH INSOMNIA- 2: “THE NATURE OF TIME”

Love.Love.Love it! ❤
Please read! I’m sure you’ll love it.

GIRL WITH THE GREEN BOOK

And do not delude yourself; that time flows through you. For in reality, you flow through time. The ocean is never dependent upon the travellers that pass through it. There were millions before you, and there will be millions after.

Time always was and always will be. You are the one born and you will be the one to die. Time has no end or beginning. You in fact are mortal. So do not equate your mortality with time’s immortality. And do not mistake the time period you are aware of by measurement, for eternity.

In this knowledge, you must learn to never surrender to the giant tide of time in front of you. If your boat has swam towards it, it will swim away; but not before time is done with you. So be patient.

And when you come upon a kind wave, do not walk with pride and…

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Inspiration — January 23, 2016

Inspiration

My first time participating for the..

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Tan tan taaa!

So this months theme for TTT is

To Inspire

So here I am trying to write something related to the topic. XD Jade,don’t kill me if it’s too bad.

If you ask me what inspiration my is.My answer would probably a mess.Like this:

I don’t know.I guess my inspiration can be anything! *o* Sometimes it’s just I try to hold on to the words rushing in my head, so maybe my inspiration are my thoughts? Sometimes I just look at a pic or a scene I if I feel the scene or ponder about,I just try to put it into words. :’) At times someones actions that inspire me.

Maybe it’s the way that the grains of sand stick to my feet or how the blue sky makes we want to take flight.Perhaps it’s the way how the world is so broken,dry and scary yet we have strings of thoughts,pocket of good deed and a big sack of hope that still keeps the earth intact.That sometimes inspires me..?

I’m still figuring out the answer.All I know for now is that my answer cannot ever possibly be completed.Traveling through time we find ourselves in different paths,accompanied by various thoughts,emotions.experiences,tales and the list goes on.One thing is confirmed,we are never satisfied thus is the case with my reply to ‘What is your inspiration?’

Inspiration can be anything and everything.You show me high beautiful mountains and I may not be inspired at all. The way I noticed the dust beneath my feet.Trust me I can end up being inspired and would write about my thoughts! 🙂

 

Once a friend of mine had a display picture of a heart but it seemed very unique.At first I liked it and told myself to compliment.The next time I saw the picture,I changed my mind.That dp was beautiful but when I started connecting my thoughts and noticed the other side of it,it didn’t look good anymore.Thus,I ended up writing about it. 🙄

 

I wish I could show you the picture but I can’t seem to find it. :/  Anyway,here goes…

Hope in a human being;no word can wholly describe it,verily.The intensity of hope in a humans heart differs,always.Hope has always been unique,pleasing and undoubtedly phenomenal.

Like snowflakes,perhaps.The delicate creativity withheld in them is immeasurable.
Similar to hope,they reside in different parts,different lands and also in different hearts.
The sight if when all those inexplicable and unexampled little figures,descend from the chilled sky is absolutely,to die for.They have something to show the world.They display natures magic.
Similarly,hope shows the world the enchantment of tiny variety of emotions growing into a lovely form with rare and beautiful endings.

The miserable fact is the fact is that the snowflakes don’t always fall in every place or every land.Hope isn’t always born,doesn’t always stay.It does not occupy every heart,every day.At times all a human heart has is the four chambers of vacuum.
The melancholy of this tale doesn’t end here.
Whats more depressing is to see those beauties be melted by warmth.
It is even more painful to let a hearts hope burn away or more specifically evaporate into the air.Leaving behind the atmosphere in the heart dark,dull and worst of all hopeless.

There is not one reason,but more,for why hope vanishes.
It could be a seemingly logical comment,thrown up like spears that are aimed straight for the heart,to shatter it to bits!Or it could be a smirk on a stern face that indicated that the worst is yet to happen.Or even one of those thoughts that make you feel worthless!

The very important thing to keep in your mind is that just like snow flakes hope will return and that itself is hope.A spark hope that lights the heart.similar to the first snowflake you see in winter. ❤

~INKY (I’m back to posting on Saturdays.)

~This my 50th post. Yay! 😎 ~

 

For my Mama <3 — January 11, 2016

For my Mama <3

 

I read They deserve more by Hiba on IN THE BLISS OF BROKEN DREAMS.

You all HAVE to read it.It’s a reminder for us all of how our parents deserve so much more than we give them.Keeping them happy is our confirmed ticket to Jannah In sha Allah. 🙂

Just after commenting on her post,I was reminded of how I had once written a few lines for my mother.They’re r actually nothing,it was just an attempt to describe of how unique and beautiful my mother is. ❤

They are just very simple sentences but she liked them. ^^’

I am the pebble.She is the mountain of sweetness.
There are alot of beautiful people on this planet.I can’t ever be thankful enough,because one of them is with me.
When I am lost she is my compass.( I know GPS would be more of this century but I like compass. 😛 )
She makes me see the white when I see all black.
‘Tears-feeling’s that can’t be bottled in’ a friend had said.Well if my tears are the oceans in this world they still can’t describe how much I love my mother.
Best for last! She loved this one the most!
If I were to give her something big and beautiful.I’d snatch the full moon from the night sky and plant it in her caring hands but whats the light of the shining moon in front her smiling face.
~INKY
2014- Peshawar Attack — December 16, 2015

2014- Peshawar Attack

 

(With some encouragement I am finally publishing this.Sigh.)

The heading says it all.

I assume most of you know what this post is going to be about.

 

If I let them:

All  the scenes, can be replayed.

The numbers increasing,blood stained ground,cries of mother and dead bodies,in school.

All emotions,can be refelt.

Emotions being feeling depressed,being lost in the cave of devastation or perhaps just pure misery and shock.

All those thoughts,rushing again.Like  mustangs running from a wild forest fire.

Will come to life,again.

All those question will repeat.Maybe even repel and more questions perhaps will be reborn.

Not all maybe answered,satisfaction not quenched and that spark of hope harder to find.

Only if I let them!

 

 

I can recall some of the sentences that were repeatdly.

Dua is the only weapon we have – lets not forget its a strong one 🙂

This planet shouldn’t be called earth anymore because that’s where humanity and sanity existed!

I never knew angels could die until that day. 😥

InnaAllah ma’as sabireen!

I remember trying to escape the lava of comments on the social media with the title of the Volcano being PESHAWAR ATTACK.

I hoped a checking a friends blog post will get me distracted.

Unfortunately,what I feared and hoped not to happen was what exactly happened.

Toto  had this.

Maria had this.

But there was one thing that made me smile and I saw pinches of hope.It was a poem by Khulood Baha another blogger form WP.

She wrote the following poem:

YOU CAN’T STOP SPRING

It was a bright and very beautiful day,
when the kids of Peshawar made their way,
to their school, carrying their bags,
big and heavy on their backs…

On the sixteenth of December, in the bitter cold,
wearing hats and gloves, looking at their parents they told,
“I don’t want to go”, some persuaded,
others were used to it, for the bus they waited.

“It’s gonna be fun, you’ll enjoy”,
His mother assured, and kissed her boy.
Looking at her son, feeling proud,
waving as he faded into the crowd.

Little did she know, it was her last gaze,
her last moment with her son, or his last phase.

The Peshawar attack..

It all started when a couple of armed men showed,
frightening the kids, with their guns which they load.

Killing mercilessly, every innocent kid,
ignoring the fact that their faces weren’t hid.
As they say “Allahu Akbar”, and shooting,
accepting it my mind keeps refusing.

They went and never came back…
for their loss there’s no pay back..

Just for you to know..

You can crush the flowers
but can’t stop the spring,
you can posses all the powers,
but you can’t over-power the king.

You can destroy the nation,
but you can’t destroy Islam,
you can destroy the foundation,
but definitely not our Iman.


May the souls of the victims rest in peace…

Say Ameen.

I hope that put a smile on someones face.

Mein Aisi Qaum Se Hoon Jiske Woh Bachon Se Darta Hai.

Do read the following posts

https://shadowsofthedivine.wordpress.com/2015/12/16/an-open-letter-from-a-dead-child-to-his-mother-on-his-death-anniversary/

https://randomlyabstract.wordpress.com/2015/12/16/%D8%A8%D9%84%D9%B9-%D9%BE%D8%B1%D9%88%D9%81/

https://wordpress.com/read/post/feed/35334281/887033586

https://dreamslikebrokenglass.wordpress.com/2015/12/16/16-december-2014/

https://identity17.wordpress.com/2015/12/15/381/

 

Food Challenge — December 13, 2015

Food Challenge

Salam/Hi everyone!

Remember I did 3 Day Quotes Challenge previously?

Well,here I am with another sweet challenge. 😛

I was nominated for this by the bunnyblog02 from  Bunny blogsite.

You should definitely check out his post here.It will make your mouth water,maybe. ^^’

RULES:

  1. You have to write your feelings not the recipe.
  2. You have to tell the person who is nominating you what is your favourite food(so He/She can also give it a try if they like. 🙂 )
  3. You have to add a picture of the dish.
  4. You have to nominate 7 persons for this challenge.

My favourite dish is Murgh(Chicken)Pulaou.It is a very common dish in my country.Easy to cook,yummy to eat. I’m sure alot of you out there would have tried it.However,you haven’t tried the one that I have. 😉

That’s because my mother makes THE BEST PULAO in the world (Nazar na lag jai 🙄 warna mera kia hoga :/ so MashaAllah,MashaAllah and Alhamdulillah!)

Ohkay so this lady seriously has magic! ❤ I tell her if you open up a restaurant you will kick out alot of people from business.But then I think most Desi moms cook very well SubhanAllah!(plus expect their children to do the same.) 😕

A friend of my mother was moving to another country (England or Scotland I forgot.) I remember her saying to  my mother that even if someone adds poison to your pulao I will without hesitation eat it.Yes,she said that 😮 I remember.Now the funny thing is that everyone agrees to this.I love my mother’s Chicken Pulao.People say she makes it just like my grandmother.

I wish I could take a picture and post it here but I guess I will just take from the net.So here..

maxresdefaultDid you know the word pulao/pilau is in the Oxford dictionary?I remember being so surprised when I saw it in mine.

So My Master Chef Mama ( awh that’s a cute title XD ) has shared her recipe with me which is both awesome and dangerous.Awesome because I can make Pulaou whenever I want with her recipe.Dangerous because it might not always taste the same,it never will I think.AND,what if she says now you make it… since I know the recipe and procedure.I will be deprived of such a lovely dish made by her.Ooh scary,what a tragedy that’ll be! 😥

Anyway,I have made Chicken Pulao a few times.  It turned out well.Just that the first time,I forgot to add salt. XD I was so tensed about all the spices,I focused more on that.Oh and I was in the kitchen having my mwuahahah moment as i didn’t add much red chilli power and I like it that way.Funny thing is that when we started eating she( my mother) toldl me she added some chilli powder.

Evil plan,flopped! :/ Puwan puwan puwaaan…

Anyway,let’s not forget that FOOD is a blessing from ALLAH SWT.He gave us so much it,so much of variety,people to make it for us,people who have fed us,been there to make sure that we don’t choke on something,people who would change their whole menu for the night just because the kid is sick and parents don’t want him/her to feel left out.How beautiful is that? ❤ We can never  thank Him enough,even we need to pay thanks for this thought that we should thank him.As we are always rewarded for our intentions.SubhnaAllah and Alhamdulillah!

Now,I remembered something from what I have written above.Hehe 🙄

My mother made Pulao once and I obviously very much enjoyed.After dinner,I just sat and was staring out of the window.She came and sat next to me and asked me what I was thinking of.I replied and quickly told her that dinner was yummy.She smiled and told me to Thank ALLAH SWT.She does that almost everytime. If someone says..’hmm this is yummy’She replies to it by saying: Allahumma lakal hamd wa lakashukr.Thus,we are also reminded of remembering Allah and thanking him.

Back to the story.So she said to thank Allah and then she asked me ‘Did you ask for it?’I asked..’for what’.She said..’ for the food’ and added,’There are alot of people in the world who don’t have food,you have so much of it.Did you even ask for it?’

This is just a summary of what she said.The way she said it was just that..it touched me.It made me wonder.Breakfast,snacks,lunch,tea time,dinner,desserts.When was the time I asked for it?He gave me so much always.You had donuts and hot chocolate for breakfast? Yummy! But did you ask Allah for it? Did you thank him?

I sometimes feel ashamed of eating so much ( by that I don’t mean over eat,I don’t over eat.I can’t over eat.) Eating so much more than alot of people in the world,I feel like I am a beast who just feast.(That rhymes FYI :P)

Alhamdulillah for all that He has given us.

I nominate…

  1. Sulphur man who wrote Clueless Guys Dining.
  2. Sana Khan who is making comics like these My Comic Life. AND ALSO cooks.
  3. Soaib from Mera Blog.
  4. Saiz from his blog..here.
  5. Khushboo Singh.. her blog
  6. Nayaab from Elegies and aches.
  7. Hiba
  8. Ishma Imroz
  9. Spicylife
  10. And everyone who is reading this post at the moment!

If you’re lazy,you can tell me what you like best in the comments.but it’ll just prove that you aren’t accepting the challenge.