First day at KU

First day after four years of being a student, i return to your premises with a role reversed.

I notice you with new eyes, and a very conscious emotionality.

You carry so many stories. And a piece of my heart.

Another gold moment

… except that I haven’t shared the first one yet. But I’m doing it now, okay? Let’s start!

Spoiler: It’s about university. And becoming a gold medalist. Twice.

Okay so remember when I posted that ‘when you’re happy and you know it’ kinda post about happy news and desi reactions and all that? I totally meant to share the news itself as well later but… you know me, and I know me, and well, yeah. So what happened was that I topped from my department in my BA (Honors) course. And then, now that is, I topped again in my Masters. Woohoo, Alhamdulillah!

What were my subjects? Glad you asked. Because it’s funny I never shared anything here. Yikes, I mean. I always meant to, though. Just like how I always meant to write about my vacations last (se bhi last? will have to check) year, about meeting some fav people from the blog, about university life itself, about this and that and everything. I had to write. (And I did, y’know. Just not here. Just not on a paper or a screen.) Also, obviously, I had to write about why I didn’t write any of those or whatever which is getting boriiing now AND ANYWAY WE WERE TALKING ABOUT THIS GOLD MOMENT which means this should be a happy post and yayyy virtual cakes and all that. We were talking about my subjects?

My main one was URDU. YEP. Could have you guessed? I actually just tried to master (like, well technically I did just that so yeah?) my own language and I am super happy about that right now. My side subjects (also called minors/ subsidiary subs) were English literature and Psychology. And in the same duration I also did a two-year certificate and diploma course in Persian language. So as it looks, I was completely surrounded (entangled? absorbed?) with languages and literature, and then cultures and histories and zindagis and everything. It was a good time. Wait. I miss university.

But I also can’t wait for the good adventures ahead Inshaa Allah, and some day I’ll update you on that. Sup, you?

Dua//Mangnay wala aur Denay wala

Dua ke maamlay me mai aam musalmanon ki tarah bohat ehmaq waqay hua hun. Na janay kyun dua maangtay waqt meray dil ki gehraiyun se ye khayal ubharta hai ke dua suntay waqt Allah taala sank baksh moulvi sahab ka roop dhaar letay hain, pehlay wo naak par romaal rakh letay hain phir hath me aik chimti pakar letay hain phir gandi, ghaleez, hawas-bhari aur na-jaaiz duaon ko is chimti se utha utha kar door phaink detay hain. Phir naak se romaal hataty hain. Chimti aik taraf rakh detay hain aur haath dho kar bachi kuchi saaf suthri duaon ka jaaiza letay hain. In me se bhi na-maaqool duain nikaal kar phaink detay hain aur phir baqya duaon ko aik taraf rakh detay hain ke fursat ke waqt in par ghor karain gay.

La shaoor me rachay basay huay is aitebaar ki waja se mujh aisay aam gunahgaar musalmanon ne na tou kabhi dua ke mafhoom ko samjha hai, na maangnay ke fail ko jaan hai aur na qubool karnay wali ki azmat ka raaz paya hai.

Meri apni halat ye hai ke dua ke liye hath uthanay se pehlay sochta hun ke kaheen mai itna tou maang raha ke denay walay pe bojh ho jaye? Kaheen aisi cheez tou nahi maang raha jo na-jaaiz hai, jo ghaleez hai, jis me gunaah ka ansar maujood hai. Kaheen is dua se meri taba’i hawas ka bhaid tou nahi khulta? Phir mai arz karta hun ke Ya Allah! Mai harees nahi hun, mai tujh se ziada nahi maangta. Sirf utna maang raha hun jis ki mujhay ashadd zaroorat hai aur jisay dena teray liye baar na hoga.

 

Is ke sath hi meray dil se aik halki si aawaaz aati hai. Itni halki si ke suni nahi ja sakti:

“Ya Allah! Dekh le, mai kitna acha aadmi hun. Mai ne tujh par bojh nahi daala Mai ne aisi dua nahi maangi ke tujhay naak par romaal rakhna paray, chimti uthani paray. Ya Allah dekh le aisi dua maang kar mai ne tujh par kitna ehsaan kia hai?”

Youth Arts & Literary Exhibition, Khi.

YALE, the Youth Arts & Literary Exhibition, was held in Karachi yesterday on 13th April 2014, with its superb vision of fostering creativity and ingenuity, and its mission of promoting the Pakistani culture. The event focused on many artistic and creative fields like conceptual photography, painting, poetry, and theater performances. Debates on piracy and plagiarism, literature, and meetings with writers and “Typewriter” kept the audience engaged and awed through 11am to 8pm.

Many artists had their works displayed at the YALE Arts Gallery, and several photographs based on “Mar gaya Insaan (Man has died)” and “Jagenge Zaroor (We will rise)” were showcased in the exhibit hall. Pain, miseries, struggle, and sacrifice were portrayed powerfully through paint strokes and camera films on YALE’s canvas.

Other things like “The Unseen Pakistan” and “Glimpses of Lollywood” showed to the public what potential this land has got, what it has become, and what is still left.

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Even with all that chaos and miseries, Pakistan is a homeland to people who are destined not to give up. These people with their outstanding visions choose to bring back the glory this land deserves. This is what YALE meant to me.

Related link: http://yale2014.org/ –  Artists own rights to their respective works- Photos by me (Maria I) and Khoulah.

Upcoming..

On my upcoming post will be the PREFACE to my novel, that I once wrote and left undone. It has not been edited since it was last written and I am publishing here, (the preface) without retouching it. Take it as a random post and honor me with your suggestions and additions, for that will be very encouraging! =)

Also: The topic to it has been randomly given right now. It does not reflect the theme of the story.

 

The Secrets Of The Secret Garden..

English Classic books have always interested me for their simple yet detailed descriptions of all the natural good things. This book that I just read is The Secret Garden, written by Frances Hodgson Burnett. It is THE most wonderful book that I can think of! (at least for now that I’m totally trapped in its magic;) )

The best thing in the novel which gets you all involved is the simplicity of every role. When you read this you are really travelling a smart journey, with curiosity and beauty at all your sides! There is friendship, and their is selfishness, and motherly love and gentle help, smiles and laughters and yes- one top secret of life. Which is mentioned in the end!;)

The Secret Garden is a book about a little girl Mary, aged ten. Like most of the classic books, this too starts with the death of the little girl’s parents. However, this was not too miserable for the girl because she never had got loved by her mother, an Indian MEM SAHIB who cared more of her parties and looks, rather than her only girl. 

So yes, the girl lived in India in a huge palace and since she was not cared too much from her mother, she was a responsibility of her AYAAHS (lady servants). That is why Mary was a very rude, selfish and arrogant girl. 

Mentioned in the first chapter only, there was a cholera and everybody except the little girl died. The girl when found, was sent to a cottage where some poor relatives looked after her, but soon sent her to her hometown in England to one of his uncle, Archibald Craven. That is where the real story begins..

Her uncle is a hunch-back and is a very lonely person who does not like to meet people since his beloved wife died. His enormous home has more than a hundred rooms, most of which are locked. The mysterious house has a lot of gardens too, and one of them is locked. Not only is it locked, but it has no door too. That is because it was the favorite garden of her uncle and his wife and they had planted every single detail of greenery and colors in their garden. Nobody was allowed to enter the garden, before or after.

So the girl somehow finds the key to the garden buried in earth, and a robin helps her find the hidden door behind ivy-covered walls. And then she enters into the secret garden! The story continues on how she along with her friend Dickon (who was Martha’s brother); an animal charmer and the best ‘angel’ on earth as Mary calls him, manages to bring life to the barren, grey place and make their efforts in planting seeds. Dickon was very fond of animals and the creatures were likewise fond of him. As Dickon was born on the moor, and had lived there all his life with his mother and about nine siblings or so in a small cottage, he was brought up to be a very wise and brave boy, who spoke broad Yorkshire. With their high hopes of bringing the garden back to life, they work hard and also, secretly.

Martha was a kind lady servant, who looked after Mary. She helped her understand how she had to change the way she was. The most mysterious character of the story was Colin, who was the only son of Mary’s uncle. Colin was always ill and he believed he would be a hunchback when he grew up. In fact  he believed he wont ever grow up, and that his life was only some more difficult years. His belief that he would die soon increased his ailment and he became an extremely snobby, depressed child.

when Mary gets to know about him, she makes friends with him and together with Dickon, show him the reality and the value of life. They manage to share the secret with him, and not only this, but also promise him a visit to the secret garden. In their own way of healing him, they bring animals in his room, explain to him the luxury of fresh air, and the beauty the nature beholds. The boy who had always been locked up in his own room out of his fears and ailment, soon begins to wonder what the secret garden would be like and wants to be taken there.

With Colin’s orders, the gardeners were sent away at the time he pleased (so that they don’t interfere in their secret) and Colin enters the amazing garden, which by now had been filled up with roses and silver-bells and ‘wilderness of autumn gold and purple and violet and flaming scarlet’. In few days time, he begins to heal and later, gives his tries to stand up and walk. Very soon after he discovered that there was no lump in his back and it was not crooked at all, he gives up his fear and starts feeling better.

Till the time his father returns, he had recovered completely, thanks to the MAGIC which set things right. His father who used to hate his son after his wife died, (and because he believed his Colin would grow up like him) was astonished and bewildered when he dramatically returns from abroad to his own Yorkshire and finds out his son in his secret garden. 

The best part of the story is this:

In each century since the beginning of the world wonderful things have been discovered. In the last century more amazing things were found out than in any century before. In this new century hundreds of things still more astounding will be brought to light. At first people refuse to believe that a strange new thing can be done, then they begin to hope it can be done, then they see it can be done-then it is done and all the world wonders why it was not done centuries ago. One of the new things people began to find out in the last century was that thoughts-just mere thoughts-are as powerful as electric batteries-as good for one as sunlight is, or as bad for one as poison. To let a sad thought or a bad one get into your mind is as dangerous as letting a scarlet fever germ get into your body. If you let it stay there after it has got in you may never get over it as long as you live.

– Story Review by  Maria Imran.

or RandomlyAbstract.

My silent words..

Silence-

is not a symbol of pride.

its not always ego.

Silence is a silent expression-

  of what I want you to see.

of what I have always wished for you to find out!

Silence is the power of heart.

It holds up relations by saving them from harm.

Silence is the art of saying it all — without the need of words!

-Maria.

Has a book ever brought you to tears?

Cover via Amazon

Um.

Yeah… I read this years ago : A LITTLE PRINCESS.

It was about a young girl, an orphan, who was left to the mercy of this merciless world. It’s a classic by Frances Burnett and it literally brought me to crying.

Totally amazing, though.

Has a book ever brought YOU to tears? Which one?

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