Archive for August, 2012

August 25, 2012

Rain On !

by Khanum

      

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August 22, 2012

Morning Surprise – Where the Raavi Flows

by Khanum

Last night the sky seemed like making a promise of sending us rain in the morning. Alas, it hasn’t rained so far except for little drizzle here n there but we sure got gifted with surprisingly beautiful winds. My family dragged me from my bed this early morning to enjoy this alluring weather at Raavi River – courtesy of our chief Minister – we now have a beautiful little space there- gardens at both the sides of the Raavi road.

We walked , we talked. I walked much and talked less and ofcourse , clicked my camera alot. This morning was a wonderful surprise. We had our breakfast of halwa poori there. My eyes and head hurt  though yet it was fun.

Only after a few shots , I got tired of the heavy camera – I wanted to enjoy the winds rather than shoot as usual , so before you today  are pictures captured via cell. Samsumg Galaxy. Not bad results though. Enjoy!

On my return I came across a little league of cricketers playing at the field. They were friendly enough and also bit shy to pose for my camera. I have told them I would come again tomorrow early morning – way early around 5 and play with them as well as shoot them. With camera ofcourse.

And Now the whole Cricket Team.

And Eid finished people. I have one little surprise left though. Maybe I’ll post tormorrow. Too sleepy now.

Assalam o alaikum!

August 21, 2012

Yet more of Celestial Beauty… Eid Mubarak

by Khanum

Following are the shots of Moon during the month of Ramadan , captured time to time till the end of second ashra.

Ofcourse nothing can beat the moon sighting with a naked eye – but pictures taken with a natural hint of bokeh are perhaps I like the most. Last one being the favourite.

Eid Mubarak

August 8, 2012

Who am I ?

by Khanum

Who are you ? 

August 7, 2012

A perplexed thought

by Khanum

Each day brings forth new realities of this world to surface for me , the ugliness the beauty the fake people, the strong people……all slowly but sure! And then its the month of Ramadan when I come to learn the most.. This applies to almost everyone out there during these Holy days, sometimes we come to learn from others sometimes others come to learn from us and so on..but sometimes it happens that I am left utterly speechless and nothing but in an absolute abyss of confusion where I begin hating myself for the height of their faith and lack of my own and for the love of this nafs..

Im sorry but I could not stay without pointing out the deed I saw, a  notion that have been harbouring in me and killing me from inside bringing forth a very basic giant of a question..

Is  racing on reading and then the completion of Holy Book of Lord in this month ,something of a yardstick to prove to others that they are the holiest of people this year  or  this is really the true worship and I have been doing it all wrong…? I go in high doubt at my own relation my own respect for Him when I cannot fathom this… maybe am not good and they are.

Racing.

or maybe am bad and they aren’t.

Racing.

Such a perplexed thought.

August 4, 2012

Ahad, Ahad …

by Khanum

Why shed these tears of sorrow?

Why shed these tears of grief? Ya nafsy how soon you forget, After trials come sweet relief

Why turn you from Ar-Rahman? Why yearn for a listening friend? Ya nafsy, do you not remember, On ALLAH (SWT), you must depend?

Have you not read those stories, Of the trials in days gone by, Of the Sahaba beloved by ALLAH (SWT), Who for ALLAH (SWT)’s cause did strive?

Why loosen your hold upon Him? Why fling away, His outstretched Hand? Ya nafsy, do you not remember, Bilal’s Sabr on the blazing sand? “

“Ahad! Ahad!” He cried, While his flesh did drip and burn. “Ahad! Ahad!” He cried, To ALLAH (SWT) alone he turned.

Have you forgotten the firmness of Hamza, As the gleaming swords did fall? With Sabr he turned to ALLAH (SWT), As the Quraish did slice and maul.

Why drown in salty tear drops? How can you dare compare your pain? To that of Yasir and Summayah, As they lay tortured on the scorching plain?

Have you forgotten the charring of Khabbab, As on burning coals he lay? Ya nafsy how meager your suffering, Wherefore do you lose your way?

Why befriend you not Al-Wali? Why not in Salaah to Him complain? Like Job who only to Allah, Turned in all his grief and pain?

Forget you that trials in this life, Cleanse your heart and make it clean? Ya nafsy, why all this sadness? Do you not wish your heart to gleam?

Be patient in all your hardships, ALLAH (SWT) hears your cries of woe. So trust Him and His Hikmah, For He knows best and not you.

So tighten your hold upon Him, Lest He withdraw His outstretched Hand! And remember the example of Bilal, As he lay anchored on the blazing sand.

“Ahad! Ahad!” he cried, While his flesh did drip and burn. “Ahad! Ahad!” he cried, To ALLAH (SWT) alone he turned.

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