Haal, Maazi aur Yaadian :)

Khushion Bhara Aik Ghar Hoga, Pyara Sa Aik Ghar Hoga.. kuch aisi hi lines hain jo Aik Khushion se bharey ghar ka naqsha khenchti hain.., Kam-o-baish hi koi aisi family hogi duniya mein jo apne maazi, haal aur mustaqbil se mutafiq hai.., mein bazat-e-khud apne mustaqbil se khoofzada hon, kion yeh mein nahi janti : ), per ajj mein apni nahi.. apni walida, apne puraney ghar aur ab jo makeen us makaan ko abad kiye bethey hain un ki baat karon geen..

Mein 2 months ki thi jab meri walida ne purana ghar chor ker bara ghar lia.., purana ghar do kamron per mustamil tha.., ghar mein nafoos 8 they : ) aur kamre chote.. meri walida ne kis tarah 16 saal us ghar mein guzara kia woh aik alag hi daastan hai.. per baqool meri walida ke wahan aisi koi khas baat nahi howi jis ke baais woh ghar mujhey acha lagta, siwaye is ke ke un ki sari ulaadain waheen paida hoween.., khair… 19th August 2005 woh din tha jab mein ne pehli bar apne us ghar ko dekha jahan meri walida ne apni zindagi ke 16 saal beeta diye.. pehli bar.., woh ghar kaheen aur nahi humarey recent ghar se aik gaali ke faasle per hai, per kabhi itefaaq nahi howa janey ka.., mere parents ne woh ghar waheen mojood aik family ko sale kia tha, un se meri walida ke 16 saal ke marasim itne gehre hain ke hum bhi un ko apne buzurg mante hain.. aur woh humey apne bachey, uncle ko hum Papa kehte hain aur aunty ko Moti Khala, and for the first time I met Moti Khala, and am simply inspired & impressed by the couple, they are loving..caring and supporting to everyone, especially aunty with uncle and uncle with aunty, they both are love birds! heh!, they are sweet.. aunty have some bharams : p, and uncle bear all those bharams.., in that building they own three flats, one is thier own which is on 2nd floor, thier elder son with his family is on 1st floor, and younger son with his family on 3rd floor, and all thier daughter in-laws take GREAT care of both of them.. Its simply a sweetest family with all love and supporting members which is very rare these days…

Mere walid ko bohut zyada hi shoq hai wooden furniture ko new new way mein bananey ka.. aur us ghar mein bhi mere walid ne apne shoq poore kiye they heh, aur jaise ke ghar chorte howe apna saman uthaya jata hai waisa kuch bhi meri family ne nahi kia, balke apna purana furniture waheen chor dia.. aur woh ab tak chal raha hai, uncle aunty wohi furniture use ker rahey hain.., cassette rack, cupboards, bed, show case, every single thing is same.. bus change howey to wahan ke makeen.. Standing there I felt mom working there and getting irritated by kids around her.. hehe!!, If I were at her place then I would have ran away LOL, its her stamina that she beared all those tensions and us (brothers, sisters:p) in a 2 rooms house, room to room woh bhi : ) heh! Hat Off to mom ; ), but One thing which is MOST important is.. that uncle aunty is living too, they have problems too, but the thing is they have MashaAllah MashaAllah a very supporting, caring, loving family with them, my mom was alone : ) she got scared.., I pray that Allah makes them more loving and caring, and may HE shower his blessing on them for ever and ever, and makes us like them too : ) (Ameen)

Bottom line is, Family full of support, care & love gives you strength to fight against problems…! If you are alone its very rare that you get success! but never lose hope : )

May Allah bless all of us (Ameen)
Allah Nigheban
عائشہ

!عادت ڈالو۔۔۔

اچھا ہے کہ تم بھی محبت کرنے لگے مگر
سنانے کی نہیں جناب! سننے کی عادت ڈالو

سوسکو تو بیشک دیکھو ہر رنگ کے خواب مگر
ان میں خالص حقیقت کو آزمانے کی عادت ڈالو

اپنی اپنی بلندی کا غرور تو لازمی ہے مگر
کسی کی نظروں سے کبھی گرنے کی عادت ڈالو

حیثیت کی اپنے نمائش ضرور کرتے رہو مگر
تماشہ بن جائو تو تالی بجانے کی عادت ڈالو

دشنموں کے تیور تو دیکھے ہے سب نے مگر
اپنوں کے بھی فریب کو جھیلنے کی عادت ڈالو

جی جی کے یہاں مرنے والے بے شمار لوگ ہیں مگر
مر مر کے زندگی جینے کی عادت ڈالو

-Poet Unknown

memories….!

Friends! It’s 13th August and only 1 day left for 58th Happy Birthday of Pakistan :>, long live Pakistan!! We love you! I just don’t say, I mean it… I have felt the love I have for my home-land… It’s awesome to be in your country! I was always telling friends, strangers that please don’t leave Pakistan but I never knew the feelings I have for Pakistan…From few years I have felt the true feelings of a Pakistani! I just love myself, Karachi and above all I love Pakistan!

I wouldn’t feel okay if I didn’t shared it with my friends about all the incidents I had and that made me realize the true love for Pakistan.

It’s about 8 years ago, when my whole family went to India Chennai (Madras) in 1997, just after my brother’s death we went for the treatment in Apollo Hospital… we all were sad, upset and happy at the same moment, sad because Bhai left all of us (Allah ki merzi : )), upset because of leaving home, happy because of treatment… we stayed for 3 months and felt so much alone in an unknown country, no relative no known person nothing… we came back after 3 months and almost did a Sajda on stepping out from Air-Port… in India we were feeling like we wont be able to see Pakistan again, but Allah had written our fate and we have to face all the problems and troubles so we had to leave home-land and go for treatment, but we came without having treatment…that was written too : ), that was the very first time I felt that living in your own home, city, country with your relatives and known person is like having a little heaven on earth : )

Then in October 2002 my whole family was invited by Allah to our holy-places… We were going for Umrah after 12 years, its Allah’s karam on our family that he invited us again : ), let me tell you a very interesting thing 😉 I was 3 years old when we went for Umrah very first time then my nephew (Hammad) was 3 years when he called us again! Love you Allah!! Love you a lot! We had 40 days Visa, longest visa among my uncle’s family and aunt’s family (we almost had half Khandan there with us ;P)… but what Allah has written no-one know : ) so after living 27 days my brother fell ill too much that we have to give him transfusion immediately, I can’t forget the night when mom dad & I was walking on the streets of Madina for our Agent Office, we didn’t know the office address and the cab driver couldn’t understand our language & address too, we were walking & walking and then a Pakistani officer of some air-line saw me from his office, I goes to him and told him the problem, he asked me to sit and have some water I said my parents are outside please tell us the route, then he showed me the tall-building right opposite to his office and said you can ask anyone in that building for your agent, but that is the building you are looking for, I am still thanks-full to him for his kind words and help : ), after meeting Agent it was too hard to convince and make him issue our family tickets as soon as possible (bear me for saying this “Screw this agent system”), am sorry but this is hell lot of trouble work :\, but we have got a kind agent, he asked for passports and said he will try his level best.. and how cool we have forget to take passports with us… this made us go through all the route back to guest house to take passports and come back to agent.. we hired a cab and went to the guest-house, it was a one-way so driver asked one of us to go and get the passports, so I went running and took the passports and came back, the driver was astonished, he asked what problem I have and said don’t worry everything will be alright, we were almost crying it was a hard time on our family because Salman was very ill, we went back to Agent he took the passports and said don’t worry and go, I will issue the tickets as soon as possible, we came back with some hope… the next 2 days we kept waiting for the call and we received it! We were told to leave for Air-port and meet Agent there, he will give the passports and we can fly back to Pakistan.., it was 29 days trip and we were back, I simply can’t forget all those things we went through all these 29 days..! We met many Pakistanis there who helped us, one Air-line officer, second cab driver, third guest-house owner, and there were many whom I may have not known my name but were praying for us and helping us, may Allah bless them all!, but the thing which made us un-comfortable in Umrah trip was our Pakistan’s memories which were with us all the time!!!

I will end my post here… with few more lines : ) firstly don’t think what Pakistan has given you… just think what Pakistan hasn’t given us? Nationality, our own identity, sweet cities, everything that we wish! Burry the past, look at the present and brew the seed of future : ) & never ever forget that you belong to Pakistan & be positive for Pakistan!!

Come back tomorrow to see the card I made for the special day : )

May Allah always be with you : )
Take Cares, Allah Hafiz!


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