Reflect on this..

Sometimes we lose hope in turning to God and asking for His help because we feel like we have done too much wrong. And yet think of a child who has just angered his mother and immediately after trips and falls on the stairs. Even if that child had just angered his mother to tears, the moment he falls and cries for help, she runs to him. This is human mercy.

And God is infinitely more merciful than a mother is to her child. So, do you think–no matter what you’ve done–when you’re falling and cry out to the *most* merciful…He wouldn’t come save you?

– Words of Wisdom by Yasmin Mogahed

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Anger: the negative force

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The message above was tweeted by Boona Mohammed back in February 2012 and I loved it! I re-tweeted it and posted it on my networks to share.. 2 days ago, I came across a colleague of mine and there was that word mentioned during the conversation and I very reluctantly sunk deep… and deeper into that thought which I had with utmost difficulty managed to lose track of! And yet, when the word was brought up again, I couldn’t resist indulging back into those disturbing thoughts.

Anger. One word short of Danger. So it is!

Anger blocks out the human sense and takes over the mind and heart and keeps spreading throughout till it eventually takes over the whole body, and once that happens, one has the power and capacity to hurt another.. with words, actions or even physically. Anger is dangerous on more levels if one realizes that not just others, it makes one sensitive and susceptible to getting hurt with the same force as well. The truth is that at the end of the day, anger does cool off. Whatever that takes over the body and soul of the being as anger, does bid adieu. Anger carves itself a place to adjust.. and when it departs, it leaves an empty space.. a hole in the soul.. and all one is left with is remorse of the much conveniently questionable .. “what ifs?”

Till about a couple of years back, I did not know I had so much anger within me. When I am angry, I later realize how different I have become from the person I was.. it is because I have started to let worldly things, factors and people effect me. I have come across many angry people in the course of my existence that make me wonder if it is even remotely possible for one to be free of anger.. only if we ponder and question ourselves in isolation, is there really such a thing as an angry person?ย  Do we really get angry and do hurtful things to others and ourselves with an evil intention? Well youโ€™d be judged anyway but thatโ€™s a different story ๐Ÿ™‚ And we gradually begin to comprehend the supporting factors to this emotion that we call anger. We realize that all of us, each and every one of us is fighting a battle of sorts; if only there were a way to stop ourselves being taken over by such a negative emotion..

I donโ€™t know which blog the following text belongs to, but it made complete sense..

There is so much that we are and so much that we aspire to be, that it is a shame for us to define ourselves by the very emotion that smothers our voices and only extends hurt, fear, and pain to others, especially our spouses and children.

There is a reason why the wise remind us time and again: ghussa haram hai.. (Anger is forbidden)..

May 19, 2012

Let go of your grudges. Let the bitterness die tonight. Make a decision today that it’s time to move on. And begin again. New, this time. Never forget that what has passed you by was never meant to befall you. And what has befallen you, was never meant to pass you by. Know that sometimes Allah withholds from you, in order to give you something better. Keep your heart focused on Him, and He will take care of the rest. And remember: you will stumble, but thatโ€™s part of the path. Keep going. Keep rising, and refuse to give up.

– Words of Wisdom by Yasmin Mogahed

Hyderabadi-ism :)

Other than stuff like.. Cricket… Pakistaniat… Food and etcetra being in my blood as a Pakistani, coming from my mum and dad’s side, hyderbadi-ism I believe is just as much a part of me!

I’ve grown up eating khatti daal, mirchiyon ka salan, double ka mittha, kachi yakhni ki buryani, baghare begann, timaate ki chatni, khubaani ka mitthaa, home-made achhaarz and God! Lots of goodies and more made by my grandmothers, mumma and aunt!

I love how wearing a saree was as easy as putting on a T with a casual pair of jeans for ammi and bibi..
the natural pattern of speech my mum and my aunt, and even my dad and uncles have.. it’s not just Hyderabadi to the core! It’s just lovable! ๐Ÿ™‚

Just wanted to share a couple of hilarious videos here showing the way hyderabadi mums kinda get mad at their kids for my family and hyderabadi friends to enjoy ๐Ÿ˜‰

Go Hyderbadi-ism! ๐Ÿ™‚

pleasant memories..

Was watching these pics from my last few days at CC.. I knew I’d miss my team! Got my hands on the HOT office camera n made memories with my team and some friends! For a change I was glad we were stayin’ back after work hours! ๐Ÿ˜€

And so, here it is.. this was my 2nd last evenin’ at Creative Chaos!

Miss you guys!

My Team: <Muhammad Furqan, Muhammad Faizan Anwer,ย  Alishah Chagani>
Other Colleagues/friends: <Zair, Fursid, Imran Bhai>

The “Do Something Now” Campaign!

Winters are here! I personally love the weather and being my birth month, December is naturally my favorite month of the year! ๐Ÿ™‚

A few months ago, when Pakistan was afflicted with Floods on a humongous scale, it had become next to impossible for most of us, not just as Citizens of the same Country, but also as mere humans living on the safe side to lead lives as normal people. I shall not speak of others. I personally felt guilty if I even enjoyed so much as a “happy laugh moment” with my friends.. because, at the back of my mind I knew.. while I live on calm, there must be someone out there crying for help, while we enjoyed a Sunday brunch with folks on a day highlighted with a bit of the beautiful drizzle, there was probably someone drenched with a gazillion miles flooded ahead waiting, praying, hoping.. to be rescued. I hadnโ€™t exactly lost my appetite, and I certainly wasnโ€™t losing weight, just that, the thought at times that families out there were depending on the government and some noble communities to feed on! Well thatโ€™s where we were introduced to the trend of collections & donations. I participated and contributed with family, relatives and friends, and that’s when I came to know about Freaks! I am actually proud to know them personally! ๐Ÿ™‚ These cool people are actually from my circle of friends & colleagues at work!

Well Freaks is at it again!

This time around, they are collecting blankets for the needy lot! I shall post updates as soon as I have them for those of who would like to contribute for the great cause!

Here is a little intro from their Website:

Freaks” is an organization formed by a group of young, passionate people, and their initiative is to make current day Pakistan a better place.
At FREAKS we believe in FREEDOM, RESPONSIBILITY, EMPOWERMENT, ACTION, KNOWLEDGE & SERVICE.
Though young in age, FREAKS are mature and diverse in expertise. We hold an amalgamation of experts in awareness building, public speaking, strategy, graphic design, photography, project management, and above all, the expertise in giving.
The organization is currently working on flood relief efforts in Pakistan under the campaign โ€˜DO Something NOW!โ€™ Individuals, organizations and institutions are encouraged to buy shirts and wrist bands with the tag.
This initiative started in August 2010 when this group of Individuals started working passionately collecting donations and volunteering anywhere where it was needed.
Passion is contagious and when channelized in the right direction it can create a cosmos!

About the Campaign

Do Something Now‘ is a campaign which has been initiated for the relief and rehabilitation of the flood affected families started out by a group of young, talented and enthusiastic young individuals who call themselves ‘freaks’; they do not only believe in the concept of ‘Love Pakistan but are part of the concept of ‘Being Pakistan!

Anyone can be a part of “freaks”. Everyone is requested to “Do Something Now“!

Be part of โ€˜Freaksโ€™
Be part of Pakistan
‘Do Something Now!’

dear BB…

Bibi..

Razia as most elders called her in the family for the initial decade since I was born, and after that, she’s been the eldest member of our family alive mashAllah.
At school, students and teachers addressed her as Ms. Azeem. And I have seen her name on very old papers as Mehboob Unnisa Begum.

To the rest of the world, she’s known as.. Bibi..

Born in the early 1920’s in the peaceful, one of the most ethnic cities of India, Hyderabad Deccan, Bibi was the eldest born in a family of 4 sisters and 3 brothers. From our late conversations and the bedtime stories that we used to love as kids, and still ask her about sometimes even now, what I have gathered about her personality is that she was a much disciplined child. At the same time, being the first born, she had the natural aura of authority with a hilarious combination of emotion and sensitivity towards her family in such a rich, strong bond that is still evident when you discuss “family” with her.

She was not what we would generally refer to as a brat ๐Ÿ™‚ as spoilt as she was, even her father and grandfather made sure to do so in the most civilized manner. I find that very charming.

I have never been as close to Bibi as I was to nanijan; and I don’t find it fair to compare my two grand mothers. As much as Bibi’s tantrums raised the level of rage in me on a number of occasions, I love the woman, and not just because she’s my grandmother. I respect her for who she is; especially because I know how she single-handedly managed the situations she has come across in her life.

She joined St.Joseph’s Convent High School as a 6th grade Urdu teacher on July 01, 1953 after migrating to Pakistan- she taught there for a good 40+ years mashAllah! Though she was strict, I have seen the love and respect her students had for her.

Well.. they say that the presence of such elder people in your house keeps the flow of blessings running.. May Allah bless her.

Happy Birthday Bibi! ๐Ÿ™‚
I know you donโ€™t remember much of it, but I do miss the purana qissaz you used to tell us on weekend nights.. With Love, sara..

p.s. photo credits: Rumana Husain