Archive for December, 2011

December 16, 2011

Suicide Stunt at LCWU

by Khanum

14th dec, Around 10am in the morning I reach University and find a flood of people standing outside the department. Their heads turned up. Ambulances shouting their sirens. Media buzzing with their cameras. Girls (ridiculously) hooting. I look up , spot the man standing on the Radio antenna , still oblivious what’s going on.

‘Hey! what is he doing up there? what’s wrong?’ I ask the girl standing few paces away with not even a shred of terror on face but amusement.

“He is trying to commit suicide actually”. she replies.

At 11am. I was giving duty in my department’s corridors. Me and and 2 more girls trying to push away the crowd of spectators , foolish girls just enjoying the scene. It was expected that if the man jumps, the whole mas communication department may get upside down and attacked by the angry worker class whose brother on top was threatening to do suicide if  their demands are not met by the VC.

At exact 11 am. I see him coming down.

I thank Allah for that.

But to my horror – few of the girls didnt seem happy about it.

“Itna stunt kiya yaar – neeche hi ana tha tou excitement kyun dilai itni. Sara mood off kerdia”

Shame on us !! Shame on us for encouraging poor , driving them to this point to do such stunts and then expect them to entertain us.

Shame on us !

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December 12, 2011

Rasm-e-Heena & Nikaah ! Glimpses from a Pakistani Wedding !

by Khanum

I attended a wedding perhaps a month ago. These are the pictures from Mehndi day ! The nikaah was done on the same day – what a blissful event it was! The bride came to the groom sitting in a ‘doli’ carried by her brothers and cousins.    I could not do a proper photoshoot , please forgive and forget and Enjoy the glimpses.

     

December 12, 2011

Dear God

by Khanum

I think  childhood habits and your early days people impact you big time and mold you and make you who you are. I was born a compassionate kid – then naturally people around me molded me into  a compassionate lover.

The first lesson learnt was  – learn to compromise with —– ! with many things including relations!

Don’t be  just nice with friends at school . Be a super cute doll. Just give what they ask. Your colors pencils are made of wood not ego.

Be brave. The teacher wont bite you.

Be strong – The boys wont hit u at break time then. And the list just kept growing louder n louder n on and on.

I don’t mind anything of it But the one lesson I regret learning the most is the product of my affections for my younger cousin brother. Basit.

Whenever we got anything together. whether a toy or a piece of bread – he would compare it with mine , measure the size , look for the bigger portion and if  seen the greater thing in my hands or plate. Just one minute of tantrum and tears , and I would be forced to give up my share. The lesson to always have lesser for myself began to grow in my head and manners.

It became a habit of mine to show courtesy – even on bigger things at life.

I am to certain extent stubborn but my stubbornness doesn’t mess anyone’s existence. It revolves around mine. But  the habit mentioned above is so intense in me now that even in small things I deal with everyday – I end up somehow just end up practicising it.

You dont eat anything first – you wait for ur turn so that people or friends dont think u got the bigger portion.

You  pray for urself in the last so that Allah doesn’t think you are being selfish.

All this  good and rewarding from Allah’s side. But do people digest it proper ?

Dear God !

I am saying this again ..

living in this world is so hard –   when one is so sincere with your other created humans…

friends – family – loved ones .. ! one by one they begin to change and turn u black n blue..

Shouldn’t they be thankful for sincerity and return some comfort and be humane for ur and only Ur sake Alone Allah?

We may  try to be strong and put on a big “I don’t care” face but you know Allah – we are humans  after all. I for one – begin to loose hope in this world of yours.. and I begin to wish to sleep for long long time until I am met with you

I am tired Allah

I really am…

please don’t let anyone betray me in any way

Make me compromise at times but don’t let them bend me and break apart!

Having less is no sadness Allah – it should be just blessed and blessed more. All of the other things are then automatically compensated if we have sincere people around.

And if people begin to betray –  dodge – change.  It’s a trouble then on this heart Allah.

And then I begin to wonder – Meeting with you  is surely thousand times better than staying here. I should be with You.

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I Love you Allah , please love me too. Love me enough where others forget to  love me so…