World Affairs And Beyond

During my last trip to the tribal region in the north of Pakistan, I found myself once again in the company of Baba Jee before heading back to Karachi. His dwelling, a simple abode, welcomed me with a warmth that transcended its humble surroundings. As I approached, I noticed Baba Jee seated on a worn rug in his mud courtyard, soaking in the golden sunlight. "Baba Jee, it's good to see you again," I greeted him, to which he responded with a welcoming smile. "Come, sit beside me," he gestured to the rug, "and share what's on your mind." Seating myself on the rug, I began to recount various incidents from my life, seeking Baba Jee's guidance. His wise eyes listened attentively, and when I finished, he shared his insights. "My child, let me offer you a piece of advice," he began, his voice carrying the weight of experience. "Never flaunt your wealth or discuss your riches with those who may not share similar financial circumstances.

In a world of transactional hearts,  Where love seems to play its part,  I ponder on what's real and true,  Is there a love that's pure and new? They say to marry for love's embrace,  Yet what I see is a different case,  A romance with terms and conditions,  Leaving me with lingering suspicions. In this dance of give and take,  Is there a love that won't forsake?  I long to find a love so sincere,  One that's not fueled by wants and fear. Where can I seek this genuine flame,  Unburdened by a hidden aim?  True love, a mystery untold,  In a realm where hearts unfold. Is it found in whispered words,  Or actions that speak louder than birds?  I search for love that's not a trade,  A bond that won't easily fade. Define for me this elusive bliss,  What makes a love that's more than this?  Not just a contract, a deal, a pact,  But a connection that's hard to extract. I yearn to know where true love lies,  Beneath the surface, beyond the skies.  Guide me to

Amid life's busyness, we often find ourselves dedicated to nurturing the well-being of others. Like diligent gardeners, we water the plants in other people's lives, ensuring they bloom and flourish. Yet, amidst this altruistic endeavour, there's a tendency to overlook the garden we call our own. The metaphorical concept of tending to our own garden is a powerful reminder of the importance of self-care and self-nurturing. It echoes the wisdom that sometimes, in our eagerness to help others thrive, we inadvertently neglect the well-being of our own emotional, mental, and physical landscapes. Consider this: we water the plants in another person's life by offering support, lending a listening ear, and providing comfort. These actions are beautiful expressions of empathy and compassion. However, the danger lies in consistently directing all our energies outward, leaving our internal garden parched and neglected. Just like a garden requires a careful balance of sunlight, wate

Love, the powerful force that binds hearts and souls, often reveals its true depth in moments of parting. The sentiment expressed in the quote, "Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation," encapsulates the poignant truth that the full magnitude of love remains obscured until the shadow of separation looms. It is in these moments of impending loss or distance that the profound depths of love become starkly apparent. Love is a complex emotion, transcending boundaries, cultures, and time. In the throes of daily life, it can be easy to take the depth of love for granted. Routine can cloak the intensity of emotions, allowing us to overlook the profound impact that our connections have on us. However, when faced with the impending separation from a loved one, whether it's physical distance, the end of a relationship, or the passing of a dear soul, the depths of love are profoundly stirred. The impending separation acts as a catalyst, peeling away the layers of f

On a warm afternoon, I found myself walking down the bustling streets of our town, heading towards the familiar spot where Baba Jee sat. The small, weathered corner was his chosen place, where he greeted those seeking his wisdom. Today, I had a pressing question on my mind, one that had been bothering me for a while, and I needed answers. Approaching Baba Jee, I greeted him with a respectful nod and a warm smile. He acknowledged my presence with a serene look in his eyes. With curiosity brimming, I decided to broach the topic that had been bothering me. "Baba Jee," I began, "I came to see you again because I couldn't help but wonder why you avoided my question about Palestine the last time we spoke." Baba Jee looked at me, his eyes reflecting a deep sense of contemplation. Then, in his calm and soothing voice, he responded, "Child, I didn't avoid your question. I was waiting for a better answer to come to me. Some questions are not to be answered in has

Passion is a remarkable driving force that can ignite our souls and lead us to champion various causes. It's a feeling that resonates deep within us, inspiring us to stand up for what we believe in. In this blog post, I'd like to share my journey of rekindling my passion, specifically in advocating for the image of my religion, while also reflecting on my past passions and adventures. Nurturing My Passion for a Worthy Cause There's something truly admirable about individuals who are unwavering in their commitment to a good cause. I deeply respect those who are passionate about making the world a better place, and I've come to realize that I too share this passion. My fervour lies in protecting and preserving the image of my religion, steering it away from those who tarnish its reputation. For far too long, I've observed the missteps of so-called custodians of my faith, and it has fueled my determination to correct their misguided actions. This passion keeps me going

I believe that we see our own reflection in other people. The way people react toward you, after they meet you, is actually the way they have been reacted towards since the very beginning or for a very long time. They are kinda used to the reaction and it has become their custom. So the next time somebody is mean to you, you should know the world has not been very kind to them. Those who are kind to you, are the lucky ones, who are satisfied with their lives and content with whatever nature has offered them. You can actually be kind to the mean ones, as they need to know what kindness is. :-) Who knows, maybe it will change their lives for good.