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. πŸ™‚
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! πŸ˜› 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! πŸ™‚

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

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34 thoughts on “So what’s happening?

  1. Ain Riz says:

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

    • randomlyabstract says:

      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) πŸ˜‰

  2. White Pearl says:

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

  3. muhammad sarosh says:

    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” πŸ™‚

  4. Sapna says:

    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?

    • randomlyabstract says:

      Hi Sapna!
      Yes I am fine now, thank you. πŸ™‚
      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!

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