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Life is a mystery from cradle to grave

What lies ahead you never know

Life in the womb, then life outside

Step by step it unfolds you know

Some on the right path, some on the wrong

Life follows an unknown ebb, and flow

Getting through it is a struggle alright

But life is a gift on us bestow




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My eyes blur as they look at you

Hot tears fall down on your grave

Can you feel my presence here

Or you lie unmoved by my tears

Evening draws near it will soon be dark

I have to leave, will soon depart

A year will pass before I come again

To visit you and see your grave




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Learning Never Ends


Age doesn’t matter in which either can teach

Wisdom can come through the mouth of a babe

An ant taught perseverance to a king

Learning goes on till one reaches a grave

Generation XYZ

Think about the generation immediately younger or older than you. What do you understand least about them — and what can you learn from them?


Upturned Noses
by Ben Huberman
Even the most laid back and egalitarian among us can be insufferable snobs when it comes to coffee, music, cars, beer, or any other pet obsession where things have to be just so. What are you snobbish about?

I have never been a snob, so I won’t know about what I should be snobbish.

One of my acquaintance confided, meeting me after a gap of eight years,
“I was afraid of coming to your house today. I thought you may have turned into a snob, but when I saw your face, and how you rushed to meet me, and held the door open for me, I was reassured.”

Meanwhile I was at a loss to say anything, feeling embarrassed, and thinking she had no need to harbor such thoughts.

I have met my share of snobs. They put on airs, and view with disdain other people less fortunate than them.

The snobs I met, tried to impress with their lineage, bank balances, latest costly cars, homes – the list is endless. Some people who acquire a higher status put on airs, conveniently forgetting that I had seen the straits they were before.

Maybe the snobs are not confident about themselves, and they may have hidden feelings of insecurity, which they conceal.

Meanwhile we shouldn’t forget that we may have disparity in this world, but our graves are going to be exactly the same size.



Daily Prompt: Fearless Fantasies
How would your life be different if you were incapable of feeling fear? Would your life be better or worse than it is now?


Everyone has their own plethora of fears, either big or small. Through fear courage gets born. You can’t let fear take over. If that happens your life ceases to exist.

When I was young I was afraid of the dark. I had to have a lamp burning throughout out the night, beside my bed. When there was a power cutoff I would wake up from deep sleep, with a cry.

That habit never wore off. I still need a dim light (now as a necessity too, so that I don’t bump into things) to sleep. A battery light takes over when there is power outage.

After my children were born, I was fearful of leaving them through dying myself. In my daily prayers one was asking God to spare my life till my children grew up.

I was fearful about dying, and lying in a grave. Then I had a talk with my daughter. She doesn’t remember this talk. She asked me:
Have you harmed someone through words or deeds?
Have you done something of which you are ashamed now?

My answer was no.

I don’t remember her exact words, but that was the day I stopped fearing death. She took away my fear.

I step forward through my fears, and take refuge with God, certain with the feeling that He will take care of me.


The Cult Of The Tomb

In our society some people tend to go the mazars. Mazars are tombs of holy or pious men. They go there to pray to God to help them. In realty most of them, the ignorant ones pray directly to the dead person buried there to help them and take away their woes. They think it is a panache for all ills. They will be sick. Instead of going to the doctor they find it easy to go visit the the last abiding place of some holy person.

Once a road was being widened near Lady Reading Hospital Peshawar. Along the side of the road a person was buried a long time ago. The tomb was festooned with a lot of little colorful flags as is usual here. The person in charge ordered that the tomb should be erased and the remains buried in a cemetery. A lot of hue and cry was raised. The grave was opened despite that. A long stick was found instead of the skeleton. Somebody wanting to mint money had built that fake mazar. People visiting give gifts of money and food.

There is a mazar in Lahore which is very famous, the mazar of Hazrat Data Gunj Bahksh. Many people go there for their prayers to be answered. I pity the poor chap. Imagine day and night the ding dong (music) going on. I think if he could, he would have run away from that place.

One of my husband’s relative was suffering from breast cancer. Instead of going to the doctor, she kept visiting a mazar in Swat in the hope of getting well. After she became more ill she went to a cancer specialist. It was too late. How can a dead person grant you a wish? His own account closed at the time of his death. May be he was a good person, but who answers prayers from the grave?

I see so many of our ‘Great Leaders’ going to such places. They are the death knell of our country. They have only brought chaos to our homeland. Why don’t they directly pray to God ? There was a photo of President Zardari in the newspaper visiting the mazar of Lal Shebaz Qulander. Probably he was praying for a second term. I hope and pray to God his wish is not answered. He and his cronies are done with.

It’s really ironic that in this age educated people are so naive as to believe in the power of dead people of long ago.