Showing posts with label Struggle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Struggle. Show all posts

Tuesday, 9 May 2017

How to Survive Hardships and Move the Hell On

We all have known misery. Its that dark dingy place where no ones wants to be but we are stomped there every time tragedy strikes. Life is very erratic. In the best of times the worst things can happen and in the most horrible times, finest things can happen. Your worst nightmares can come true in the split of a second. Just when you think it cannot possibly get any worse, it does. 

Thursday, 16 February 2017

Lets Talk Divorce

I have been following a blogger named Shehzeen who runs Desi Wonder Woman. Recently, she urged her readers to share their experience and be a source of hope for those who are suffering or are trapped in bad marriages. A lot of my blog fans have also been messaging me to share my story. I try to avoid talking about my past as it brings back terrible memories but I know we can only help others by sharing our experience. As divorce is becoming more and more common these days, I think it is more important than ever to be able to discuss these taboo topics and to be well informed before getting married. In case you're stuck in an abusive marriage, know what is the right thing for you to do. Since I have suffered it first hand, I feel I have a social responsibility in this society to create awareness against abusive relationships. Today, I will be very briefly sharing my past without badmouthing the ex by skipping what kind of a person he was. 

Wednesday, 7 September 2016

Say NO to Abuse!

I see so many wives suffering in the world. It haunts me to hear endless stories of hurt around me. Why would any sane human being want to inflict pain on the weaker one? He is not sane. He is a complexed, sadistic psychopath. 

What is it that makes him continue the abuse? Being silent is your sin. Hadh se zyada zulm sehna bhi gunah hai. By being quiet about the violence, you are encouraging immorality. 

You say you love him. Know that whoever abuses you has never loved you. Love is respect. He who can’t respect you is not worthy of your love. 

Wednesday, 17 February 2016

A little prayer for our loved ones

Most of us have lost some of our loved ones whom we cared about a lot. These may be family members and friends who left us leaving a hole in our hearts. There isn't much we can do for them now, except pray for them and remember them. Let us take out a few minutes today and say a little prayer for them:

"O Allaah, forgive our living and our dead, those who are present among us and those who are absent, our young and our old, our males and our females. O Allaah, whoever You keep alive, keep him alive in Islam, and whoever You cause to die, cause him to die with faith. O Allaah, forgive him and have mercy on him, keep him safe and sound, honor the place where he settles and make his entrance wide; wash him with water and snow and hail, and cleanse him of sin as a white garment is cleansed of dirt. O Allaah, give him a house better than his house and a family better than his family. O Allaah, admit him to Paradise and protect him from the torment of the grave and the torment of Hell-fire; make his grave spacious and fill it with light. O Allaah, do not deprive us of the reward and do not cause us to go astray after this.”

Saturday, 31 October 2015

Beggar Culture

Few things disrupt public life on roads and streets with more audacity than beggars chasing people for money. Their constant pleading seems to have become a part of our daily routine. Whether we stop at a red signal, spend time with our loved ones at a park, have a roll paratha in the car, or walk towards our vehicle from shops, they stare at us, bang our windows and doors, block our way and emotionally blackmail us. Only a minority of these actually sell a product like newspaper, driving gloves, toys etc but the irony is that even they are not selling their product but instead selling their hunger. If you hear them carefully, most of them are uttering the same words,  "Roti khani hai, bhook lagi hai". (I’m feeling hungry, I want food). Then they emotionally blackmail us like "Allah kay naam pe de dein, ap ko Allah bohat de ga" (give us in Allah’s name. He will give you more).

Sunday, 31 August 2014

Adverse Impressions

Nothing in this world is free of charge. Nothing is unconditional specially not love. Love is never fair unless both give and take equally. Hurt is when you give but don't get. There is a limit to unconditional love before it becomes a pain. Love you forever does not exist; love only till we're fair is the name of this game.
The Margallas, Islamabad

Tuesday, 27 May 2014

Happy Birthday Papa!


Papa meray Jan, I sit here with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat, as I am still struck by the events of the last three months. Three months ago we didn’t even know about your headaches as even you didn’t realize it’s anything serious. We knew you were sleeping more than usual, but we really thought you were enjoying your retired life as you well deserved it. We could never have imagined a bit of headache and sleepiness could take away your life. Our lives have suddenly changed tremendously; nothing will ever be the same again. But Inshallah you are in a much happier place now. You left behind all my birthday gifts that I bought for you, you only had time to use very few of them. I’m writing to you just to let you know that on your 59th birthday I am missing you terribly.

Two Years to those Two Words

Sharing a piece I wrote on the 17th of January 2014. I do normally like to stick to positive posts but unfortunately tragedies are part of life. We cannot pretend that we have it all made and our lives are perfect because no matter how badly we wish that was true, it is not the case for most of us. It is sometimes important to share or write about your feelings which is part of the healing process; a process which never truly gets completed in case you are hit by a major catastrophe such as losing a parent. This is indeed one of the greatest losses in this world. And no matter how much one tries to move on in life, one never really gets over it.  

Today it has been exactly two years. Two years to the worst day of my life. To the day his hand was in mine and I witnessed his life line turn straight. My memory in general is pathetic but the tape of that moment has replayed itself thousands of times.... I can't walk out of it. It was destined.  I desperately gazed into the doctors eyes. He avoided all eye contact and spoke just two words "I'm Sorry" . What? Is that it? It was so easy for him to utter those two words and just walk out. We were shattered. We were broken. There was no earth beneath our feet. 'No this couldn't be happening! This isn't real! How can this be happening!' was pointless; because it had.