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If one wishes to speak to one's Lord, one prays to Him and if one wishes to hear one's Lord, Quran speaks out and so vividly it does so that a heart which has even one tiny shred of Emaan softens, and wishes to do nothing else but submit to the All Merciful, All Forgiving. I happened to re-read Surah Al Fajr and it has become my third favourite Surah after Surah Ikhlaas and Surah Al Asr. It is as

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It’s barely been 15 minutes since I arrived in the safe confines of my home and I am still trembling from what I just experienced. Location of event: MausamyatDate: March 20, 2011Time: 7:30 pmComing from: Extra class at City Campus, IBA (Sadar) My friend was supposed to drop me at Mausamyat from where I had to move straight ahead towards my home by public transport while she had to take a

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Alhamdulliah, we are are very lucky indeed to have Pakistan intact after 63 years in spite of the innumerable calamities and difficulties that have befallen our beloved homeland Pakistan. Today I feel very proud that I belong to the Islamic Republic of Pakistan - a country which was created in the name of Islam. I also feel very proud of my dear brothers and sisters who have served the armed

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One of the most frequent tragic causes of headlines on Pakistani news channels is bombs. Bombs in the mosques, bombs at religious or political processions, bombs at other gatherings and even hospitals… What is the common thing among them all? Doesn’t take a second to get it – all these situations are heavily populated. Here, a few e-clippings illustrate my point. http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/

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One whole week of going to West Wharf, a place hundreds of light years away from my home, while fasting in this surprisingly hot week of August and going to field work to slums, hospitals, etc, made me desperately wait for that one Saturday which I could spend at my discretion.   But, it seems like IBA doesn’t like that idea. The course registration was supposed to take place on that very

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Assalaam o Alaikum All! :) Good news for you! :) I am sure you must have heard of osteoporosis. Have a look at the diagram... Since prevention is definitely better than cure, especially when it comes to health, proper education about how our bodies work, what happens in them when we age and how we can go about it to prevent greater loss. Luckily, Novartis is arranging a seminar on Osteoporosis

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The floods that have been devastating for millions in Pakistan have delighted some people too – the land mafias. Since, I live in Karachi, the capital of Sindh, one of the four provinces of Pakistan, I am getting to hear and even witnessing cases where land mafias are grabbing vacant property strategically. The situation is that people from the flood-struck rural parts of Sindh are migrating to

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I got really excited when I saw this photo a friend posted on a social networking site. That’s her laptop dressed in a skin featuring SpongeBob Square Pants! Cool han? Uzma's Laptop with SpongeBob Square Pants - a cartoon that I almost dislike, but looks really nice up on the skin! :) But the even more exciting part is that she got it online – just going to a website, doing some clicking

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The First Woman There is a woman who I consider a heroine today. Having spent tens of hours watching and marvelling at her interviews and reading deep and deeper into her story, one that came more as a shock to the world, I became a sincere admirer of her bravery, curiosity and dedication. But never even in my wildest of dreams had I seen myself meeting her or hosting a show featuring her. Her

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I remember, at school, I was once asked to prepare a speech on ‘Enlightened Moderation’. At that point in time, the term was newly ‘imported’ from the West, as informed to me by a grand-uncle. He had asked me to stay away from it for behind the unperceivable veil of a term as innocent as ‘Moderation’ lay a whole new ideology that attempted to change the perceptions, ideas, beliefs and actions of

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The paras below are an excerpt from my personal diary. I wrote it almost a year ago - August 31, 2009, that is. Hope something similar happens this year too. I am posting a few photos that I'd taken that day too. Enjoy! :) Love the reflection of the roof's red shingles on the wet black grill. ''It is raining and I was reading Muhammad Asad’s autobiography, The Road to Mecca a moment ago

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As the captioned goes, yes, it has been a long long time since I have posted anything. The reason? Very simple. I have not been burdened with loads and loads of assignments at college or any other sort of academic pressure so its natural of me not to seek for relief in blogging and have been enjoying life otherwise :) Hah, yes. blogging sees it's peak when I have lots of other stuff to do  -

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My mom never liked animals of any sort. She, like all other moms is that ultra-clean being who shrieks on just the minutest of dirt particles and can not bare even a couple of objects in a room in disorder... My dad, one the other hand,  like a typical man, is the adventurous, rough & tough and bold one in the family. Now, although I grew up to be straightforward, independent, etc like my

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"Maryam Beta, help me get the clothes off from the clothesline ... I just hung them but seems like its going to pour..." ." ... and Kiran was telling me that it's going to rain but I don't think so... "."Hey! They were just telling in the news that a cyclone's coming our way! I hope IBA shuts down tomorrow, but that's like praying for a miracle...".  .  .  .  ..   .   .   .   . .     .     .     

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"Great minds discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. Small minds discuss people."  - Eleanor Roosevelt Well, I am not categorizing my little mind into any one of the three categories mentioned by Roosevelt above but in general I don't like talking about people a lot. Or even if I do, I talk about ideas way too much out of proportion. ( yes, I talk a lot )... But there are sometimes when

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I randomly found this piece of prose on Facebook as different people's statuses and couldn't agree with it more. Very succinctly put. Makes me wonder what is going on in the world. When you attack black people, they call it ...Racism When you attack Jewish people, they call it... Antisemitism When you attack women, they call it... Sexism When you attack homosexuality, they call it... 

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What just happened, simply amazes me and makes me wonder if the our government will ever cease to surprise us with its ... well, I don't want to sound harsh!I mean, one commoner such as me in Pakistan logs on to Facebook and finds that it has been BLOCKED (actually banned)! argh!Yes, I know what has been going on, on Facebook for more than a week and what has been and is being done as retaliation

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She was walking down the dark alley lost in her own thoughts when she saw it. The very sight of it paralyzed her; her fear froze her. She couldn’t advance, she couldn’t retreat. It was as if one slight movement would set that dark vicious creature upon her. But nature had equipped her with defensive tools and she used it unconsciously – out came a glass-shattering shriek. The shriek, what a kind

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Imagine living in this world for ever, knowing you will never die. Not such a pleasant thought for me. For without death awaiting you, what good is life? A kid is thrilled by the slightest of newness in his surroundings. A new kind of toy, a new book, a new place, a new feel… As this kid grows older he is less and less pleased. He gradually experiences it all. He masters his small irrational

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I love this application, Graffiti on Facebook and that's all I feel like saying right now!But, being the talkative person that I am, I now feel like saying more about it... Well, the application is simply great chiefly because of its simplicity. We have just three parameters to work with. Colours; 180 shades to choose from, Brush size and Brush's transparency and viola there you go! :)One sweet

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It’s blue. Dark depressing blue.I can see blue, I can hear blue. I can smell blue and taste blue. Since, when did I start feeling blue? It makes me float around as if I were nothing but merely a shadow of a human’s existence. It makes me stand in front of the mirror and stare at the stranger at the other side. It makes me gaze at strangers walking past by and yet lets me see nothing but

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I was no older than seven when it happened but I remember it pretty clearly still. I and my family were shopping in this open-air bazaar in Sharjah and though it was night-time, the air was hot and humid like it always is. So, naturally we felt thirsty at some point in time and thought of having cold drinks. Walking along the pavement, we almost ran towards the first chiller we spotted and

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EACH and EVERY time I flush my commode and see gallons of fresh water mixing up with the dirt and draining down, my heart feels extremely sorry!!!See this picture …My friend, Tehmina, went to Kharo Chan, a small district in Sindh. It was a prosperous city in the 1950’s and is now in absolute ruins because of lack of water for survival of its inhabitants! Most of the population has migrated to

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I feel very scared when I write this down. There is a whole war going on as I struggle to decide what I should do and what I should not. I feel so sleepy yet I can’t sleep. All this conflict is just killing me so better out than in. Well, today I got to meet probably the bravest mother in the world; Dr. Afia Siddiqui’s mother. The meeting stirred so many emotions in me sympathy, shock,

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There are times when my life is all pink, purple, blue and red; everything glittery and glam. All my dreams turn into reality, I feel euphoric, I feel I am at the top of the world. Yet it feels something’s missing.Then there are times I wish to find the missing thing out. I take a break out of my dreamy world. I go somewhere less plastic, somewhere more natural, somewhere I can breathe easily.

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I am a human. I can do amazing things. I can do silly things. I can do cruel things. I can invent life saving drugs. I can go and dance on the road now. I can kill an innocent child. I have a friend, my conscience and an enemy, my nafs. They fight literally all the time. The winner gets to steer me. I sometimes wonder – am I nothing on my own? Who am I? Courtesy : www.scantours.net/_images/data

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Exam day at IBA is when everyone is found digging in their notes, books, etc. Some even dig others’ brains to get ‘summaries’ of what they have studied the entire term. Irrespective of whether the person is among those who pay attention to each and every word and pause of every teacher, among those who doze off in class because they know everything already, among those who know nothing yet slip

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Today something terrible happened. Seven bomb blasts took place in one single city, Lahore of my dear country. Yes, seven!There was a time when the news of seven injured people in such blasts used to upset us to the point that we could not have our meals properly for some time. But we grew immune to such shocks.Then came a time when the news of seven dead in such blasts used to upset us to the

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The worldly colours burn in my eyesA nagging burden seem all ties With every tick the breath grows shallowAnd at a gradual pace, my body goes hollow My once healthy flesh and sturdy bonesStart feeling like cold smoke and stones And friends and family seem eons behind As my soul takes flight, and I go blind Wrote it last semester when my brother was in the ICU, almost fighting for his life.

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I move around in very different parts of the society, two of which are relevant here; one in which adults and youngsters alike sit glued in front of the television, hypnotically depressed by the pessimism of conspiracy theorists who tell them how certain ‘secret groups’ consisting of the most influential individuals in the world control their lives directly or indirectly, and the other in which

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Back in the good ol’ school days when life was saner, I had a friend which made Saturday the best day of my week –my Young World. I would wait for it week long and spring out of bed early on Saturday mornings unable to contain my excitement.Actually back then, I was a good studious girl, meaning no TV allowed for more than half an hour, no story books for more than an hour, no drawing, painting,

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Adil studied Business Law all semester exceptionally hard. He topped both the mid terms, passed his quizzes and assignments with flying colours and was all set for an ‘A’. Today, the final exam day, he wakes up in his bed and his yawn turns into a piercing shriek. He finds out that he has overslept and missed his final exam! Imagine his state. Hareem took her 4-year-old cousin to the shopping

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Boo was a 10 year old kid. He was kidnapped at the age of six, his left arm was amputated and he was forced into beggary by the biggest mafia in the city. Every morning he is woken up early by the supervisor of his gang of fellow beggar-kids. They are given half a ‘bhusi-tukray-wali-roti’ each and driven to Pity Road’s signal where they all beg. Now, Boo’s specialty is not his arm-less-ness but

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The golden sand dunes are all around me, hills and hills of them, as far as my sight can reach. I can see it, smell it and even feel it. It’s in my shoes, my hair and even a bit between my teeth. Wondering specifically what it is that makes me feel like getting lost in the grandeur of the desert, I walk on and on and completely lose track of time. With each step, my feet sink into the sand

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Though it is hurting a little typing with a cannula stuck in a vein in my left hand, I think it is worth recording the awesome-ness I have been through in these two days of sickness before it fades away. No, I am not being sarcastic.It all began on 30th of January with the daawat at our place. I spent the following night expecting the discomfort, a little bit of rumbling in my stomach, to go away

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There are a hundred ideas in my mind. I go to my laptop to vent out and feel lighter. Eyes on the screen, fingers on the keys, wait for it to strike. I scan through the many things I had thought of writing about at different times in the day. It feels like swimming in an ocean. Yet, when I come out of it I have no fish in hand, no one single idea to dwell upon. It’s like being lonely in a crowd;

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When I was a kid, in my science class they told me how my forefathers were apes and the world had seemed to grow dark. I always thought of my past as bleak. Now as life moves on, the present seems even worse.They tell me everything is a product of an accident. A bang echoed in the universe, the earth sprang up. Then came water and with it popped microbes. Microbes evolved into bigger and more

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Something… something bit her inside. She couldn’t name it, yet it was there. It used to pop up at totally unexpected times. It was when all the colours literally burned in her eyes that the sepia-toned-filter turned itself on. The people and things moving around her all turned into an insignificant haze while the tinnitus-like sound in her ear-drums grew louder and louder making the trifling

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As a child I used to love the tall glass buildings which used to catch fire at sunset. I loved the jet black road on which all those Fords, Corollas and Pajeros used to proudly pounce upon. The toys’ aisle in marts used to be almost heaven and all those chocolates and lollipops that turn your tongue orange could never be enough. Surprisingly, with a little more age and experience fantasies

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This is the story of Hee and Shee or Shee and Hee (scared of feminists I am at times :P).Well, when Hee was a kid he liked toy guns and dinky cars and dad used to bring one whole pack of dinkies so that he didn’t have to buy them over and over again after Hee disintegrated –one dinky each day –the parts to see what was inside. Also, Hee collected trash dad threw away in the garbage can to get ‘

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The world is a bubble with millions of bubbles within it – a small portion of which is visible, the rest all virtual. But I don’t plan to write about the bigger bubbles now but the one small one to which I have kind of confined myself to –my bubble. Heuristically thinking, I always found myself a ‘good’ person who thought well, who wanted to do something for the kids forced into beggary by

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Once when I was 10, I went to this hospital where the lights were pretty dim and nana wouldn’t let me read the Sherlock Holmes book I had brought with me. I was pretty bored and the book was exciting, so I just peeped in every now and then. And how blissful it felt, just to forget everything around you and just be in the world of the author. To forget the bully at your school, the friend who

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I really like categorizing related things and sorting them into mental tables, lists and other sorts of illustrations. They really help in understanding and remembering better. . . Now, here in this blog there are two kinds of posts . . . my own and those those written by others mentioned along with their source. To make identification easier I'll will attach a thumbnail to each post indicative

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On the day of the battle of Yarmuk, I went out to find my uncle on the battlefield, and I had with me a container of water. I said to myself that he had some life left in him, then I would quench his thirst with the water and wash the dirt from his face. Suddenly, I came across him, and he was going in and out of conciousness. I asked him: “Do you want me to give you some water?” so, he nodded

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Praise be to Allah, The Lord of the worldThe basic principle concerning names is that they are permissible, but there are some matters which are prohibited according to sharee’ah and should be avoided when choosing names. These include the following:   Here are a few characteristics which a name should not contain in order to be halaal: * 1. Enslavement to or worship of anything other than

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Yes, I know it's been months and as usual one of my many other poor resolutions has not been properly carried out. However, repair to the damage can be done :)Here I'll start a series of messages which I got from the Iqra Society of IBA. These messages are from different sources, which shall also be mentioned.Also, I would specially like to thank Jasera Arshad, from the City Campus (who I have

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Buried in the mountain, very steepOf bricks and stones dangerously deep,Praying to God for something meek,I lay awake for a week.The injuries and weight made me insane,I was almost dead with scare and pain.I tried my best to lift the cairn,But all my efforts just went in vain. Since that shake, till that day, No rescue came, to my dismay With nothing to do or to say, I closed my eyes and

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Since I have a presentation tomorrow for which I haven't even chosen an article, research work to be done for API, more than 20 marketing articles to be discovered and analysed and tens of chapters to be read before the end of this month, it is natural that I do anything but what I am supposed to do.So here goes an article which I had written in BBA II for the Iqra Society. Hope you like it! ''

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Well, I don't really believe in writing just for the sake of writing. However there are times when the urge to write pushes me beyond my capacity to behold and out I pour myself. Hence, whatever I write is more like a personal diary entry than a public blog. And once all the feelings and notions take the shape of words it becomes amazingly clear to me what my dilemmas and their origins are and

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