Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

So what’s happening?

What have you been putting off doing? Why?

I haven’t been blogging lately, and why? I don’t know! I just don’t feel like doing it. Though I know I will be missing my traffic later, but I am looking forward to seeing a zero on my stats page soon.

So whats up? I have got fever and flu.😦
What else? I don’t know! Even though I have plenty of free time nowadays, I have sorta lost inspiration interest.. Kia kahun?

There are some awards pending to showcase, that I received since my last award-post on 22nd July ’13. I will be making a post soon about them.🙂
A blog got published on a Paki website. That too, I will share later.

So well day before yesterday there were guests from Saudi; my mother’s friend’s daughters. It was lovely to be with them! We had so much fun chatting and laughing and eating and well, laughing again!

What else? I made friends with a blogger and writer, after I searched for her on Facebook and it turned out that she is my aunt’s first cousin and knows my parents (who do too), and is mother-in-law to another relative of mine, and aunt-in-law to my sister-in-law’s sister and friend to my mom’s aunt!😛 Distant connections but surprising!
I had seen her name first on paper two years back when a story of mine got published in the same magazine. I had no idea then that we were somehow related!🙂

Oh and there was this grand wedding between two second-cousins at a pretty pretty place. And there was a peacock in the hotel outside, it was lovely! Here is a photo of it for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Carefree.

It was carefree. Only I was impatient, "Can you stop for a moment and let me take a photo please?"

It was carefree. Only I was impatient, “Can you stop for a moment and let me take a photo please?”

The Islamic Republic of Pakistan which emerged on the world map as a free and independent country on 14th August 1947, celebrated her special day with enthusiasm.Having spent all these sixty six years, the frail yet strong country looks at her wounds. All of them except those latest stabs are covered. There always is a group of saviors where there is a group of terrorists; of kind youth and old citizens alike, those that try to bandage its harmed skin with patches, each and every time someone tears it apart. Holes and ugly blots are everywhere, but carefully and lovingly sewn patches on its green soil still make it look and act strong.She cannot think ill of her citizens, for whatsoever harm they bring, because she is a mother. Her kids are her own, there are Muslims and there are Christians, Hindus, and many others. They have different mindsets, they profess different occupations, they are all different. Yet they are all her own, very own!

A tear drops as she suffers from another stab, another painful, sharp stab of cruel words and inside-riots. ‘What has Pakistan done for us?’ is the same as a child bad-mouths at her parent what she has done for her. The country’s eyes welled up with tears once again, and once again did someone pray for her health, for her well-being.

There a kid dies, there they starve, there a girl is raped, and there they commit suicide: father and his sons together. She sees them all with a brave heart. But she has no control over her tears. She cries and weeps, silently. She looks at Sindh, Punjab, Khyber and Balochistan: they are all old and weak. They have had enough tortures for a state. She thinks she has failed miserably. She wanted very much to unite these brothers, to make them love each other. She wanted them to understand how they are all equal in her eyes.

Just when she is about to give up hope, another young boy stands up and strives to make a change. A little, poor boy cannot see Pakistan’s photo dropped on the floor and picks up the flag before anyone could march over it. Another girl helps an old lady to cross the road, a group of scouts aid the injured dog, some men wearing shalwar kameez gather and help the wounded guy who had just met a horrible accident.

Between the terrible traffic jam, a gentleman comes out of his air-conditioned car and helps clearing the route. A woman whose hands are already full of bangles still buys gajrays to help the little, innocent girl who is selling them.

Pakistan smiles. She sees that not everything is lost. There still is the greatest thing left: there is hope! The people are still courageous, they are ready to face any and all challenges that stand ahead, they pray, they work, they love Pakistan!

Where there will be cruelty, there will be rescuers. There is Abdul Sattar Edhi, there is Sharmeen Obaid, there is Chhipa, there is Hamdard. There is Memon foundation, Shaukat Memorial, Civil and Abbasi Shaheed. There are hardworking workers, kind doctors, some sincere NGOs, and soldiers known for their valor.

There are writers, and professionals, youngsters and adults, there are kids and old alike, there is YOU and there is ME, who simply want Pakistan to live- and live forever!

They will always love Pakistan. They will keep standing firm like a strong wall, they will be those to save it from further damages, they won’t let it die. They won’t let the green flag drop. They won’t let anybody to destroy it at all! – See more at: http://whitengreen.com/blog.php?id=693-lets-for-once-take-responsibility-and-stop-blaming-pakistan#sthash.FHdRzh4l.dpuf

The Islamic Republic of Pakistan which emerged on the world map as a free and independent country on 14th August 1947, celebrated her special day with enthusiasm.Having spent all these sixty six years, the frail yet strong country looks at her wounds. All of them except those latest stabs are covered. There always is a group of saviors where there is a group of terrorists; of kind youth and old citizens alike, those that try to bandage its harmed skin with patches, each and every time someone tears it apart. Holes and ugly blots are everywhere, but carefully and lovingly sewn patches on its green soil still make it look and act strong.She cannot think ill of her citizens, for whatsoever harm they bring, because she is a mother. Her kids are her own, there are Muslims and there are Christians, Hindus, and many others. They have different mindsets, they profess different occupations, they are all different. Yet they are all her own, very own!

A tear drops as she suffers from another stab, another painful, sharp stab of cruel words and inside-riots. ‘What has Pakistan done for us?’ is the same as a child bad-mouths at her parent what she has done for her. The country’s eyes welled up with tears once again, and once again did someone pray for her health, for her well-being.

There a kid dies, there they starve, there a girl is raped, and there they commit suicide: father and his sons together. She sees them all with a brave heart. But she has no control over her tears. She cries and weeps, silently. She looks at Sindh, Punjab, Khyber and Balochistan: they are all old and weak. They have had enough tortures for a state. She thinks she has failed miserably. She wanted very much to unite these brothers, to make them love each other. She wanted them to understand how they are all equal in her eyes.

Just when she is about to give up hope, another young boy stands up and strives to make a change. A little, poor boy cannot see Pakistan’s photo dropped on the floor and picks up the flag before anyone could march over it. Another girl helps an old lady to cross the road, a group of scouts aid the injured dog, some men wearing shalwar kameez gather and help the wounded guy who had just met a horrible accident.

Between the terrible traffic jam, a gentleman comes out of his air-conditioned car and helps clearing the route. A woman whose hands are already full of bangles still buys gajrays to help the little, innocent girl who is selling them.

Pakistan smiles. She sees that not everything is lost. There still is the greatest thing left: there is hope! The people are still courageous, they are ready to face any and all challenges that stand ahead, they pray, they work, they love Pakistan!

Where there will be cruelty, there will be rescuers. There is Abdul Sattar Edhi, there is Sharmeen Obaid, there is Chhipa, there is Hamdard. There is Memon foundation, Shaukat Memorial, Civil and Abbasi Shaheed. There are hardworking workers, kind doctors, some sincere NGOs, and soldiers known for their valor.

There are writers, and professionals, youngsters and adults, there are kids and old alike, there is YOU and there is ME, who simply want Pakistan to live- and live forever!

They will always love Pakistan. They will keep standing firm like a strong wall, they will be those to save it from further damages, they won’t let it die. They won’t let the green flag drop. They won’t let anybody to destroy it at all! – See more at: http://whitengreen.com/blog.php?id=693-lets-for-once-take-responsibility-and-stop-blaming-pakistan#sthash.FHdRzh4l.dpuf

34 responses

  1. Hey, don’t apologise for having a life.

    Get over the flu soon, OK?

    August 22, 2013 at 1:28 pm

  2. Fever and Flu come and Go..But blogging never stops am I right?And The relation you mentioned is indeed very distant..😉

    August 22, 2013 at 1:43 pm

    • Haha yes distant it is, but it was so much fun jotting the ways we are connected through.🙂
      For blogging, I don’t know. I don’t want it to end, but I cant carry it on. Flu or no flu! Its me losing interest.😦

      August 22, 2013 at 1:45 pm

      • What I would suggest is to take some time off and then come back again it will help you to keep up the interest..Atleast that’s what I do..🙂

        August 22, 2013 at 1:47 pm

  3. Take care and get well soon! Cheers~😀

    August 22, 2013 at 3:51 pm

    • Thankyou dear🙂 Means alot.

      August 22, 2013 at 5:12 pm

      • You’re welcome!

        Have a great day ahead, always~ Cheers!!😀

        August 22, 2013 at 7:14 pm

        • You do too!🙂 Stay blessed =)

          August 22, 2013 at 9:54 pm

          • Thank you, my friend! Cheers~😀

            August 27, 2013 at 9:55 am

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  5. Ain Riz

    Get well soon. Sometimes you experience writer’s block and just can’t bring yourself to writing even a decent sentence.

    August 23, 2013 at 1:14 am

    • That’s right. And that is the reason why I was hiding behind those one-lined posts or re-blogs since last few weeks.
      And thankyou! I am feeling better already. (that’s after I had some Hershey’s chocolates)😉

      August 23, 2013 at 1:22 am

  6. Hey….blogging can always wait…..And everything needs a break I guess😉
    You have been experiencing a lot of things…. First of all get well soon🙂
    Secondly Congrats for meeting the new friend and for the revelations afterwards😛
    Congrats for your article getting published…..
    And I love the beautiful Peacock😉
    Life your life,,,,,,Brest wishes always🙂 xx

    August 23, 2013 at 4:47 am

    • Thankyou thankyou🙂
      Sadly, im getting worse than well😦 Food poison bhi hogya!
      Second, I’d recommend you to read her blog. You will love it definitely:
      http://yasminelahi.wordpress.com
      Third: Peacock ki tareef ka shukrya! I loved it too!!!😀
      Thanks again =)
      ilym, Maria.

      August 26, 2013 at 12:02 am

      • Oh get well soon😦 You know I use to have food poisoning every month ! My stomach has some problems I guess that’s why so I can understand what it is like😦 I hope you get well !
        I am just going to check her blog !
        Love you ! And stay healthyok khao pio aur motti ho jao😛😛

        August 26, 2013 at 2:48 pm

        • Ouch. Thats terrible😦 yesterday was tough. But I still had nihaari :p

          August 26, 2013 at 2:57 pm

          • Lol OMG Food poisoning and Nihaari ? What a combination😉
            Kao Pio but get well soon oki take care of your self🙂 Love you.

            August 26, 2013 at 3:30 pm

          • Haha thanks :p

            August 26, 2013 at 3:39 pm

          • 😉

            August 26, 2013 at 3:40 pm

  7. It’s never a bad strategy to write only when you REALLY feel like it. Regular meaningless posts do more harm than good to our writing. So i guess, one post in a while is good as long as it’s as awesome as “Can You Draw Hatred?” and “In My Heart’s Clustered Town”🙂

    August 23, 2013 at 3:07 pm

    • Thats right🙂 I will be following this strategy of just-meaningful-posts now, hopefully. (Unless i cant hold my ramblings for long enough. )
      Thank you for visiting🙂

      August 26, 2013 at 12:05 am

  8. Being ill sucks all the creativity out of me, having no time doesn’t help either – it’s called life! Hope you feel better soon🙂 x

    August 24, 2013 at 4:23 pm

    • Thankyou beckarooney!🙂
      I am nowadays busy sketching an abstract art-work and its nearly complete now! Its so much fun🙂
      Your visit was very valuable for me. Thanks again!

      August 24, 2013 at 4:32 pm

      • It sounds fun! I enjoy visiting your blog so you’re welcome, anytime🙂 x

        August 24, 2013 at 5:18 pm

  9. Wishing you best wishes and plenty of cheer!🙂 🙂

    August 25, 2013 at 10:12 am

  10. Get well sooooon!🙂

    August 25, 2013 at 8:05 pm

  11. You would be the pink of health by now so no point me saying get well soon. I also see a lot of posts after this.

    Congrats on getting published. I know the feeling of meeting someone and discovering they are related to you. Serendipity isn’t it?

    September 11, 2013 at 10:33 pm

    • Hi Sapna!
      Yes I am fine now, thank you.🙂
      Glad you could relate that wonderful feeling of meeting and discovering how two people are connected!
      Pleased to have your lovely comment on my blog! =)
      Keep visiting!

      September 11, 2013 at 11:01 pm

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