Reflection or Obstruction?

Does it reflects those dark ages of Arab before Prophet hood and Islam or is it an obstruction to our belief and preaching due to mental sickness in Human Being? All I see are the very similar social and moral issues to those times are now around me from these Human looking animals of today’s so-called civilized world!

To clarify it is not only Pakistan or Asia specifically, the darkness is spread over the entire world let it call the natural disastrous destruction, violation of human rights, imbalanced state of law and order or self-discrimination.Recall those highlighted stories of the dark ages of Arab don’t they contrast today’s scenario of our society.

What is our social Life?

Social life presents no better picture today for me. It is very ignorant and the very bare bones of crucial social intrinsic are no worth anymore. I notice caste and creed discrimination, class and standardization, race of hunger, inhumane extremism, and terror of beliefs in short indispensable to the cultivation of social qualities. We are surviving a nomadic life that teaches us to treat our weak fellow as malicious cattle that can be used and thrown away very next moment.

Where is the judiciary?

I see no government enforcement in our law and order in the country, what I notice is innumerable petty states that divide people into race and color based independent political unit. Too weak to keep their followers secured but clouded enough to patrol so-called “Leaders” of the followers who just wrench to win one's rights from another.Whereas in Qur'an it is stated in a few beautiful words that utter this weakening:

"You were on the brink of a pit of fire…" [The Qur'an, 3:103.]

A modern writer writes it as Ins and Outs of Mesopotamia: "A more disunited people it would be hard to find, till, suddenly, the miracle took place. A man arose who, by his personality and by his claims to direct divine guidance, actually brought about the impossible, namely the union of all these warring factions."

Why a gender superior on another?

I mean what the hell? A 3 yr old little baby girl being raped and killed, a woman shoot down for getting married to one she ever wanted to get married in her life or a mother of 12 children being head and brow shaved by his husband. Why don’t you go through the Holy Book left back for the guidance and read to the Quranic injunctions,

"Women shall have the same rights over men as men have over them," [The Qur'an, 2:228.]

Why can’t you obey to what Our Holy Prophet (May Peace Be Upon Him) said:

"The best of you is he who treats his wife best."

What would you ever get through such cold-blooded brutalities can’t you memorize that in the dark ages of Arab same was demised, at a single stroke, by the Quranic words:

"And when the one buried alive is asked for what sin she was killed …" [The Qur'an, 81: 8 and 9.]

I am afraid to see that Jahalat in the Ummah of Holy Prophet (S.A.W) more to say and ask for.

Confessions of a Tea addict (Chai ka Charsi)

To get to this, let’s go back 1 Year so that you can get a glimpse of the entire “God forbid” situation.

My friends have come back from their universities abroad for their extra long vacations. Now when they are here, they expect me to keep them entertained and that’s what a good friend should do, that’s what I did. Ramadan is up; therefore we have a lot of “scenes” where we stay at this friend’s place that happens to live in Clifton. Now the three of us gather, we play MONO-POLY and RISK very often and we go to boat basin and khadda market to have sehri (sometimes includes dinner) and of course CHAI scenes (which we never miss). To tell you how chai has become an integral part of our lives there revolves some story.

Couple of years back me and my other friend realized we needed to hang out since we weren’t able to make enough good friends (“our type people” were just not there) so we started walking to Mohammad Ali (its not a person who sells dope, it’s a place) and ended up having chai at SIMSUM (a pet name for one of the dhabas at MA). This became a daily routine and we grew up drinking that same old addictive chai. Time passed by we became chai addicts. My regular consumption of tea had come to an average of 8-10 cups which I suppose is not normal. So now there is more chai running in my veins than blood.

One day at this friends place in Clifton, I had been constipated for 5 days. I almost stopped having food but there was one thing I couldn’t control on. Yes you are right, its tea. Anyways that night God blessed me with one visit of bathroom right after sehri and lord did I think I was free. But I wasn’t. When I went to sleep, somehow I started shivering. I felt really sick. To make conditions worse my friend had his room under the usual 16 degree temperature which caused my body temperature to rise to enormous extremes. The funny part is, when I woke up in the afternoon, I was soaking wet. I had sweated like never before.

Later that day surprisingly it rained in Karachi like cats and dogs and so I decided to go back home. On reaching home I felt sick again. Temperature rose to 101. For the next two days the same story continued, temperature rose and fell. I had not eaten anything for almost 3 days because my stomach heated up. It felt as if there was a different hell inside. Therefore I couldn’t have anything which was warmer by nature. So, no spices and absolutely no chai. In fact, to tell you the truth, in those 3 days I wanted to starve because I started hating food. I began hating “Chai” because of its warm nature. Looking at the brown liquid was just off. I almost admitted to my dadi who believes that dirty pathans at dhabas add “nasha” in chai.

I had not fasted for 4 days ; I was feeling guilty so I started doing a little research on tea. This was the best excuse I found that matched my critical condition.

Disadvantages of Tea
Others say that Tea….

• If over consumption, may cause kidney damage
• Can irritate your stomach
• Drinking eight or nine daily duplicates the symptoms of ulcer
• Slows the digestion process
• Creates gas
• Causes diarrhea and constipation
• Affects respiratory and heart function
• Causes indigestion
• Overexcites the nervous system and causes palpitations

The story doesn’t end here. Have you heard of this proverb; it never rains, it pours. Well it actually poured in Karachi and as usual our building’s basement got filled with water. Now my friends this basement is not an ordinary basement. Under this basement we have,

1- Our building’s substation provided by the KESC (first one to get drowned)
2- Water pumps (comes second)
3- Generator (so on,)
4- Car parking area (so forth)

During this period of agony (keeping in mind my physical health) the KESC refused to supply us with electricity for over 36 hours until all the water had been pumped out. You can’t be more irritated than this. Just imagine, it has made me write this sad story. The best part of this entire situation is that the light was gone only for 36 hours while we were expecting somewhere around 72. Thanks to my building chowkidars (gatekeepers) who had piled up sand bags on the entrance of the basement so water flow could slow down and less water accumulates.

Anyhow All things have become really smooth apart from the long 3-4 hours of load shedding in our area specifically. A day before, I read in news that the KESC will shut the supply everyday for about 8-10 hours to meet up the total demand. It’s the usual here but it started ticking me off when I saw street lights and lights glowing bright as ever just across the street. So I did a little research and saw NEWS and surfed the web as to why the grass was green on the other side and found out that the KESC cuts the supply for longer duration mainly from commercial areas. It makes sense though. The street where I live and across the bridge where my uncle lives, has turned into a commercial block. Offices close down after 3 in Ramadan. So they cut off our supply.

During those times when we visited this “friend’s” house at Clifton, light just went for an hour and it went for a lot less than 8 times a day. Well that’s the situation here. 

Long Live Pakistan. That’s all I can say.May Peace Be Upon You

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Lost the game, Won the hearts

I’m going to punch every single person who says India deserved to win. Shut the hell up. We deserved to win. Do you get that? You should. Afridi and his team deserved to win. They were the only team in the tournament that played with their hearts.

I’ve never been a cricket fan. The part of me that loved cricket died somewhere sometime. This World Cup and the team green restored the faith in me again. Moreover, I fell in love with the captain. How can you not respect a captain who says sorry to his nation infront of millions of people. He lost the game but won the hearts of the entire nation.

Heartbreaking. Get up, Lala. Look, the world LOVES you, regardless. *hugs*

It was because of Lala, our national anthem was played on the land of India. How often does THAT happen? Damnit, its big. Its HUGE. How can you not love a man who made it possible?

It’s hurting. And it’s hurting A LOT that we didn’t win. I have a broken heart and I don’t know how to make everything right. I wish I could go to sleep and wake up when its all over. But that cant happen right? We will never get over this. Never. Atleast I will never.

I want to go and hug each one of the man in green for making us so proud. Its because of them the whole nation today stands together as ONE. Afridi shouldn’t be the one apologizing, we should be the one thanking this man for all his efforts and heart he’s put in the game.

How many times in a year do you see people wearing green tee shirts? I swear, I saw a pathan (no offence to anyone) wearing a bright green shalwar kurta on Wednesday. This doesn’t happen often, and this is the kind of unity we need at the moment. Thankyou boys, you recreated a nation, that’s more than a cup for us.