World Affairs And Beyond

The Dreams speak to your subconscious mind. When we try to achieve our goals, the conscious mind wants to move in the direction of achieving them, but the subconscious mind whispers the opposite. In order for you to focus on what you want, you need to reach out to your subconscious mind and reprogram it. That can sometimes be a very tough job. When we lose all hope and are broken into a million pieces; putting those pieces back together may not be that easy, and sometimes you may not even want to do that. In such hopeless cases, sometimes, you may get signs from all around you that will make you want to begin all over again. A new hope, renewed energy that will charge you toward your goals once again.

In the summer of 1999, in the city of Rawalpindi in Pakistan, I was brought to Valley Clinic, a hospital on Peshawar Road in Rawalpindi opposite to West-ridge I, with a severe head injury. I had lost a lot of blood, but was not giving up. I was a fighter and could defeat almost anything. I was strong, determined and sure. I had so much confidence in myself. It was almost half past two in the night. There were no doctors at sight. I saw the body of a young boy brought to the hospital  on a stretcher, lying to my left. He was dead. He had suffered severe injuries. I was shouting, calling out for doctors. A few attendants and a doctor came and took me in a lift to an Operation Theater upstairs. There was blood all over me. My shoes were soaking wet with blood and so was my red beautiful dress that I used to wear most of the time. I loved it very much. It had beautiful collars and was made of a cloth similar to "Ajrak". On the operation bed, the doctor cut off my hair fro

I can feel and understand how the invaded nations feel. If we don't move our wars to others' borders, if we remain peaceful, we are invaded. The invaders are not always correct in judging the strength of the invaded. Sooner or later, the habit of invading the apparently weaker has to stop at some point; if not on it's own, the invaded puts a stop to it for good.

Mastering death is an art. There was a point in life when I thought I would keep dying and death would keep hurting. I was not sure about how many deaths I would have to die more till death would not hurt me. Then the more deaths I died, upon each new death, I felt stronger than before. Now at this point in life, I am glad I am almost near to mastering death. To me, death now would just be another thing.  

 Flames speak a language of their own. If you look closely, you will know that they are trying to communicate. They make signs and say things that we may not understand. Their dance is quite fascinating. They move like no other object in the air, so free and so complete. I, for one, am captivated for hours by their astonishing rhythmical motion, each complete in itself.

I heard my little sister reading some chemistry and definitions of gases and electrons getting excited upon heating, so all of a sudden these electrons, that are tiny round creatures to me, would upon heating appear to just go insane, moving their hands and feet like crazy jumping about yelling yayyy yayyyy yayyyy ! :-D

You are not gonna know, if you don't try !