Men Out There


Out there in a dark, quiet mysterious night

Hidden in the grass, covered with mud

Six feet tall, a handsome looking guy


He is not terrified by the thundering clouds

He is not taken back by the scary sea

He doesn’t show a sign of threat


He is not fearful of thunder or storm

He is there in dawn or dusk

He stays still even if it rains or hail


He is not bothered of getting sick

Is he not afraid of all the things around?

A single bullet can kill him, if he is found


He doesn’t care that he is sleep deprived

He doesn’t care that he is tired

He is wide awake and vigilant in his task


Lying there unmoved, without blinking an eye

Why is he out there, doesn’t he has a home

Wife, children, not a single relative at all


He reminds himself of this ancient creed

He has a belief that he is the last hope

These barren sands are his home


Why is he doing this, and for who

For the sake of his home, for the peace of his land

This is what he has been trained to do



Let us seek Guidance



While reciting the Holy Quran today, these thoughts came to my mind, so felt like sharing them 

Have you ever wondered what would have happened if we treated the Quran the way we treat our cell phones ?

what if we can carry it with us wherever we go; in our hand bags and in our pockets ?

what if we looked at Quran the way we look at our text books ?

what if we went back to take it if forgotten ?

what if we treated as though we cannot live without it !

what if we give it to our friends as a gift ?

what if we read it while travelling ?

what if we made it a priority everyday ?

Do we ever think while  we open messages from friends & gossips and spends hours of our precious time in it, but how many times do we open the Quran and read the messages sent directly from Allah himself ?


The Holy book has every question answered, solution to every problem, its not for the muslims only. Allah has said in the holy Book that it is “Hidayah” for the mankind. 

May Allah give us the strength to make Holy Quran our favorite book, a teacher, a preacher, a solution seeker.

The 3 C’s of Life

Thought of sharing this you all, when I was studying Communication our teacher use to tell us about the importance of 7 C’s in communication skills I think everyone who has gone through communication as a course is familiar with it.

Lately, I came across this and found it relevant to life so I am sharing this.

The 3 C’s of Life: Choices, Chances, and Changes. You must make a choice to take a chance or your life will never change.

Silent Terror


Hearing a blast at Abbas Town on Sunday a couple of miles away from home shook everyone around with terror. The torturing voices of the ambulances and fire extinguishers were not hurting the ears but were scaring the souls. Scenes from the incident were so horrifying, that the people with weak hearts were not advised to see.

Back to back blasts shook the city with horror, everyone in the neighborhood rushed to the spot and put their lives on stake to save the injured, to dig out in the rubble and pull out their countrymen who were trapped beneath. Regardless of caste and creed they were doing their best to save maximum number of people, things got worst and the nearby apartments caught fire and making the situation worst. Electricity went out, the gas line leaked but forgetting about their caste and custom all were doing their bit.

The aftershocks of the blasts were not sub-sided when yesterday out of nowhere suddenly the news channels started flashing news of chaos in the city and with in no time the biggest metropolitan city of Pakistan, Karachi was by forced shut down. No one knew the reason, various rumors flew in the city and the people were resembled it with the incidents of 27th December and 12th May. Everyone was busy in calling their loved ones, whether their children have reached home safely and advising the family members to stay home in order to be safe. There was a complete chaos in the city. Even with all the traffic noise on the road in the non-rush hours of the day there was an unsaid terror and silence in the air. Everyone had a terrifying look on their faces.

The silent terror which has rooted Karachi-ites even after paying raised electricity & gas tariffs, road tax, property tax, income tax, CGT, GST is INSECURITY. People in Karachi have developed a habit of returning straight to home after work to avoid any incident are now not even secure in their homes. The fear of seeing a car or a truck standing on a road side will send shivers to the people living in the city. Every pillion riders are considered dangerous and are doubted by almost everyone. Karachi-ites are so terrified with the situation in hand that even if someone stops by and asks for a direction they are hesitant to get close to them.  The city which was known as the city of lights and the Karachi-ites who were known for their lively hearts and night rockers are now zombies. The fear of getting robbed in the middle of the market, getting killed by an un-named bullet, kidnapped and tortured on caste basis, cracker attacks for not paying ransoms, land grabbers. The terror of losing your loved ones, getting robbed in traffic jams, getting hit by an unnamed bullet has stolen the peace of mind and it is slow poisoning us to be psychiatric patient and has made the city of lights and life a walking graveyard for the Karachi-ites to live.

Deed – InDeed

Lately, there is a lot of BUZZ about the Mother’s, Father’s days the norm which our society recently adapted. There exist a group of people who are completely against this and consider them un-Islamic and an adaptation of western culture.

When I was a child I use to love all the colorful chicks that an old man use sell on his bicycle in my neighborhood. I use to buy them with my pocket money and keep them as my pets. I had a cage on my roof where I kept all of them and in the evening I use to open the cage and let them out for some time. Me and My father use to guard them with a hockey stick from the evil hunter eagles. All this went on but one day an eagle came down and tried to pluck a chick when instantly my father swung the hockey stick and luckily it hit the eagle and it flew away leaving the chick behind; I ran to my father and hugged him for saving my chick.

Now when I look at the incident I come up with some questions; whether my father would have been rewarded for saving an innocent chick or he should be held guilty for harming a hungry eagle. I believe anyone other than my father would have done the same thing and he should be rewarded. Just because every deed is followed by the intention behind it; so to those who think celebrating mother’s day, father’s day is following the footprints of the western culture than think whether it was right to harm a hungry eagle? But again the reward i.e. good or bad entirely depends upon the intentions behind a specific deed. So it is clear that celebrating a father’s, mother’s or any other day is NOT at all following the footsteps of a western culture.


As far as the argument of restricting it to a specific day is concerned, I totally agree to the argument but very humbly I would like to ask here Islam teaches us to respect and obey our parents throughout the year. I feel no shame in saying this there will be 5% people who do the same and the rest of us intentionally or unintentionally do not follow the rule. So Why not we dedicate one day in a year for our parents, apologizes them for our mistakes, make them feel special on the day; may be by doing so we can get the apology which could not have been possible before.


This is just a thought that came to my mind and I penned it down. I have never celebrated any of these days myself but again what the point in arguing on the half empty glass and ignoring the half filled.