Archive for January, 2012

January 29, 2012

~ ! THE DEVOTION OF THE ROSE ! ~

by Khanum

A response to The Devotion of the Thorn by Anas Shafqat!

“Why can you not stay away!?” The rose finally shouted  and huffing loudly, turned her back to the thorn; as if his very countenance was offensive to her highness.

And, at the very moment, when she turned her back, he whispered in a voice that even the most flamboyant critic would not have considered devoid of utmost devotion:

“For the sake of protecting you from those that ever yearn to ruin you.”

…The rose turned back , a flicker of emotion on her face, a skip of a heart beat and her thorn infront of her just inches away.. . The butterflies came interrupting but she simply silenced them with a soft hush…’sshh…My thorn’s finally admitting O’ sweet ones! ..don’t let my yearning ears wait more to catch his admission – fly away for now my friends. My heart needs to find his beats in this moment or they’ll slip away and i’ll be left sulking forever…. – Fly away’  And then she again voiced with hope and fear.

‘Did you just’ … She approached a bit near…’I think I just..?’ , not sure what she heard was what he whispered, ‘well, did you…?’ she finally asked in the most sweetest tone that could only define her excellence in being a true highness..! Had the thorn been listening her only with full heart and not oblivious angry ears he could see it in her eyes in her voice the excitement at this moment after years of arguments.

But the thorn stayed quiet – his head turned away, hushed in resentment not agreeing to let her have the satisfaction of his  utter affections for her – the natural possessiveness.

The Rose waited and waited, her hopes high , her color changing from pink to Red.

He finally turned a little and cast a look at her changing color.

‘Why..how you change color so fast?’

The Rose  missed the hint of annoyance and taunt in his voice but thought it to be mere astonishment,  She gently touched her cheek and smiled , ‘oh ! It’s – It’s you!’

This time Thorn missed something and Turned his back again on Rose..’You – You just….’ He began to mouth the most ugliest words. Why this why that why , as if a sea of something ugly erupted.

…And this time Rose listened and listened. She knew his reproaches would finally come to halt at one point or another.. Her hope soon began to fade away.

‘Well! Why!!!??” The Thorn finally shouted  and huffing loudly, turned his back to the Rose; as if her very countenance was offensive to his highness.

And, at the very moment, when he turned her back, she whispered in a voice that even the most flamboyant critic would not have considered devoid of utmost devotion:

‘Its’ you, My Thorn – I was a Pure White Rose , not a single emotion known but just  serenity. You made me mad sometimes and I turned Amber Flush… then You began to rest in my heart and I became Pink. A moment ago just A hint of confession of love from you had me turned Red and It’s a blush that alone you cause ….but look at me now. My petals are turning Blue…..Cos’ I thought Your devotion was true”

 

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January 24, 2012

The Devotion of The Thorn by Anas Shafqat

by Khanum

I wish I could write something myself But I am really unable to write anything  so i’m sharing a writing. A very special writing by a blogger I came across. Anas, Thank you again for writing such a good piece. It’s beautiful. It shows your literary taste and excellence. Shine on! 

THE DEVOTION OF THE THORN

 

 

“You’re ugly,” The rose wrinkled her pretty petals in disdain and glared at the wistful thorn but a few centimeters away,” Your ugliness dulls my beauty; your forlornness my carnation and even after a lifetime of rebuke and abuse, you still persist in your  attentions towards me?”

The thorn made to protest, but under the annoyed gaze of the regal flower, merely stammered and fell silent; the rose seizing the chance, went on with her tirade.

“It is an insult to my beauty that such scum as you should linger around me; but I  bear, I tolerate your odious presence in my space; alas! was it not for my generosity I would have long ago gotten rid of you – yet, your boldness surprises me; your sneaking, jealousy-borne habits of drawing blood from the fingers of my admirers … makes me so angry that I wish I could have been as cruel as the leaf that flicks away the caressing dewdrop once the sun rises to its full majesty!” The rose continued to gesticulate fiercely; alternatively clutching her petals in a tight huddle and letting go in an angry flourish.

The thorn listened. And listened.

He knew the reproaches would soon come to an end.

“Why can you not stay away!?” The rose finally shouted  and huffing loudly, turned her back to the thorn; as if his very countenance was offensive to her highness.

And, at the very moment, when she turned her back, he whispered in a voice that even the most flamboyant critic would not have considered devoid of utmost devotion:

“For the sake of protecting you from those that ever yearn to ruin you.”

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Rabi ul awal Mubarak to all , hope you enjoyed it.

 

 

January 23, 2012

A woman’s du’a for her future husband

by Khanum

O Allah! Please grant me the one

Who will be the garment for my soul

Who will satisfy half of my deen

And in doing so make me whole

Make him righteous and on your path

In all he’ll do and say

And sprinkle water on me at Fajr (Early Morning Prayer)

Reminding me to pray

May he earn from halal sources

And spend within his means

May he seek Allah’s guidance always

To fulfill all his dreams

May he always refer to Qur’an

and the Sunnah as his moral guide

May he thank and appreciate Allah

For the woman at his side

May he be conscious of his anger

And often fast and pray

Be charitable and sensitive

In every possible way

May he honor and protect me

And guide me in this life

And please Allah! Make me worthy

to be his loving wife

And finally, O Allah!

Make him abundant in love and laughter

In taqwa and sincerity

In striving for the hereafter!

May Allah grant all the Muslim sisters with such husbands… Ameen ya rabbel alameen”

I came across this beautiful dua somewhere on internet and Really wished to share it with my readers.  it actually teared me a bit. It reminded me of the song by Maher zain, “For the Rest of  My Life”.  May Allah swt bless my sisters /correct lost souls all by granting such an honest and virtuous spouse who may lead my sisters and brothers even In Islam to the path of  Jannah and help them prepare for the akhirah as they walk in this world hand in hand. Ameen!

I wanted to write down a poem/dua in reply to this myself from a man’s perspective but since m not on writing mode these days I thought of sharing this one. JazakAllah for reading!

I do not own the pictures or the text.

January 22, 2012

Top 4 Photography Picks!

by Khanum

Its spectacular work. I actually quite liked it.  Please do check it out!

1- David Iskander

2- Matthew Kunce Photography

3- 366 Photo Project by Rob

4- Cameron Karsten’s imaginarium 

 

I do not own the pictures. 

January 15, 2012

Arfa , May Your Soul Rest in Peace my dear

by Khanum

World knows who Arfa Kareem is, She was Pakistan’s youngest Microsoft Certified Professional  – if you didn’t know much about her still,  please google that later , for right now. Raise your hands and pray with your heart for the soul of our beloved sister in Islam.

I wish I had made the effort to visit her during her illness at hospital.

May Allah bless you and bless you abundantly with high places in Jannah O’ Arfa…. May You get to see and meet Prophet Muhammad PBUH there. People who are saying sorry, please note that being Muslims we’re not to say ‘afsos hua she died’. She has surely passed on to a better a much better world where Allah bestows rewards upon His good slaves.

The pain is there , but we have to be patient and think about ourselves that we have to go there  one day too. May Allah give you so much peace and happiness in the next world O Arfa…. Ameen…..

Heart is really heavy on this news… May Allah give patience to her family… and rest to their eyes that must be shedding tears with grief…