Love is in the “FEAR”
Being a single person I may not qualify to write about the subject, but then I believe that you don’t have to take poison to know if it’s deadly or not or I don’t have to jump into the fire to know it burns. Point is, do I really have to get married to understand the complications of marriages or do I have to fall in or fall out of love to understand the mechanics?
Marriages for me are the strangest thing that happened to human kind. Two strangers get married for more strange reasons sometimes for the looks, sometimes for the color of skin, sometimes to make ‘Others’ happy as the boy and the girl wants to go with the will of the parents rather with the heart of their own, sometimes in the process of proving love to each other and sometimes for the companionship they never cherish. What so ever the reason, two strangers pronounced husband and wife to start a strange life one can ever imagine.
One of the few child hood memories that remain unmarked is my uncle’s adult Labradore “Jackie”. We were always told to keep a good distance from him though he was very friendly and as a child I never understood why he was treated as some “indistinct”? As I grew-up I came to know the reason, a school of thought believed (in fact still many believes) that the good angels who are responsible to shower us with the blessings like money and food never visit a home with dogs. Only one condition allowable to keep dogs at home and that is if they are kept for the purpose of security. Other reservations sighted against dogs were that they are not clean specially their saliva.
Time to time in our lives we have reasons or occasions when we want to congratulate someone. Congratulating by sending gifts to Pakistan is the best way to appreciate or thank a person on his act or success which brings happiness to all the others around him. There are many reasons and events like Eid day, Mothers day, Fathers day, Valentine day, Birthday, Marriage anniversary, a new home, Graduation and Engagement etc when you are away from your loved ones and you want to congratulate them. Never miss any chance to send gifts in Pakistan for these occasions; your little time can make them feel that you are close to them.
It was my last day in Karachi as I was leaving for New York in search of a greener future, I stopped by at the office to wind up my professional life, something that till now has been the biggest learning experience. As I packed my few personal things including small teddy, Yousufi Sb’s ‘Aab-e-Gum’ my coffee mug etc. While on my way back, in spite of the hustle bustle of the traffic, it felt serenely quiet in my head, and I asked myself, why was I leaving my country? The noisy streets and crazy traffic bothering me? Or the countless hours without electricity? Or is it the incident last year when my car almost drowned in the heavy rains? Or Is it the tedious hours at work? Or because of the family networks’ constant harassment regarding the delay in my marriage? Or the charm of the land of opportunity which America is famed for, none of these even remotely answered the question.
When I was twelve years old, I encountered my first adult question. I thought about how God knows everything, and therefore He must know exactly what I am going to do tomorrow and because of that knowledge I must do what God already knows. What that meant to me from then till this day is that I have no choice about my future, my future is determined.
Another draining day at an out patient psychiatric clinic, trying to convince people to stop acting against their own selves. How amazing is the human need for self-destruction. You look in to another person’s eyes as if they are ready to defend themselves. They are ready to jump into an offensive stance, as if they are afraid for if they are not quick enough they will be pushed into a defense.
Eid Ul Azha, or the ‘festival of sacrifice’, an important festival in the Islamic Calender that marks the end of the Annual Pilgrimage to the holy city of Mecca, known among the muslims as the “Hajj”.
This poen was written by Khalil Gibran in his book, “The garden of the prophet”, which was published in 1934, three years after his death. It isn’t a surprise that the poem still holds true …even after 75 years of its publication!!
‘Should I rejoice that we’ll soon have a thalassaemia bill … or should I be sad that Salman isn’t among us to celebrate this news?’ wrote Ayesha Mehmood on her blog.
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