6. People in Our Life!

Thoughts and experiences, ideas and ideals, secrets and pains, valued and treasured. We are all moving in our respective lives, some with definite aims and some aimlessly, some following proper directions and some just wandering around. Family, friends, love, hatred, likes, dislikes, pleasures, hardships, our life is full of variety; colors, shades, sounds, music, beauty, ugliness, too much. Reality! Fantasy! Nothing has a clear definition, only some particles of dust on the surface; struggles, efforts, dependence, expectations, selfishness, selflessness, just confusions and ambiguity. Some of us endeavor to sort this mess out and some of us do not want to smudge our hands from mud.

Solitude is a state one often believes he desires or achieves, but the reality is a little different, a human heart is never fond of seclusion, it wants company. And, it is this company that has all the impact on one’s life, all the things that matter, matter because we have someone to share them with, someone is being a cause of their happening and someone is being influenced by them. We have people around us and they all play their respective roles, small or large and this is what makes our life what it is; happy, sad, pleasant, or terrible. It is them who make us aspire for bigger dreams or lie desolate in despair. But what we always forget in this quest for the keys is that they are plain humans, just like us, if they can ruin our lives we can build, if they can generate disturbances we can pacify, if they can create the filth around us we can clean up, if they have power we are also strong because we are all created the same. If we are depending on others, others are also depending on us. We fail because we let others take over; take over our thoughts, our ambitions, our lives. We succeed when we take over our lives ourselves and plan for ourselves, DO for ourselves.

5. Power of Prayers!

Thoughts like the scattered pieces of a jigsaw puzzle are scattered in my mind. Glimpses of past, dreams of future and shades of present and pinches of reality keep grappling to each other and presenting to me a confused picture, a fuzzy image that makes me very uncertain of what I want from life. I am blessed with a beautiful life better than a majority of people living on this planet; I never had to struggle for my food, or other basic necessities. I got loving parents who wanted to bring the best and the choicest blessings for me, a sincere brother, a husband who has always proved himself to be the best man I have ever seen or met and last but not the least sweet and fun loving in-laws. I have a normal life, it’s an answered prayer. I used to cry and pray to Allah for a life that is nothing more than normal. I don’t want magnified pleasures or extravagant luxuries; I want a simple beautiful life.

Allah has always provided me with everything, with an ease I had not even imagined. Studying what I always wanted, getting married to my dream man, living in places I had always desired, a dream job experience, Hajj, visiting various countries and so many other blessings, it’s like I have narrated my story to Allah and He enacted the play likewise. All these blessings, when were desires, seemed like impossible unattainable dreams. Still I aspire for bounties that seem unattainable to me, I doubt their happening, in my weak moments and think that why do I deserve to have each and everything I want, I am not even worthy of  a few. By the time my dreams were coming true I had started building a strong faith in Allah and that He grants whatever you wish for with a true heart and belief that He is the Omnipotent, possessing all powers to grant you His blessings which are indeed special.

Poetry

Poetry.

2. A Bird Out Of Cage!

A girl living in a small Barbie doll house, with her parents and brother, with decent living, has a normal life, playing with dolls chatting and giggling with her girlfriends, helping her mama with the house hold chores, doing her school work and dreaming of becoming a doctor or teacher suddenly enters from a carefree childhood to a youth full of fancy. The ideals in her society make her believe that the ordinary life she is living will suddenly transform into a fairy tale when a prince charming will come and take her to a land though alien and distant yet promising blessings uncountable. It’s not due to the fairy tales like Cinderella that she had been reading but the verbal prayers of her distant aunts and the naughty bugging of the elder cousins and everyone else she encounters growing up that she believes that the ultimate goal of her life is meeting her prince charms.

She gets ready, all prepared in her exotic dress and heavy jewels at a tender age, her prince charms comes with promises of keeping her like a ‘china in his hands’ takes her away, away from the chirping and giggling and her parents and siblings, from her Barbie doll house to a land though fulfilling a part of her dreams being alien and distant but, full of blessings uncountable? She’s yet to find.

Aware of all the possible consequences; compromises, patience, sacrificing ego, hurting self esteem, giving, she sticks to the belief she had grown up with. She enters this land whose identity is still ambiguous, considering herself to be a princess not less fragile than ‘china’.

Innocent and youthful, she takes the leap of years, in all this process of first longing for the prince charming and then finally becoming his china princess she forgets that she is not mere china, she is a human possessing a heart, and not mere heart, a mind too. She encounters reality which is far away from her understanding and she finds herself tracked in this net. No escape!

Dwelling in her comfy home, a girl is pampered and protected in her mother’s arms, in her father’s advice and in the playful teasing of her brother. She is taken care of, she is taught to live in shelter. She is never alone; she has never experienced the sour taste of the outside world. Now her prince charming is her cozy home, her companion, her love, her centre. She longs for him, his care, looks at him as her benefactor.

She has listened to the sweet melodious songs of birds under the blue sky and rock music of the honking cars, she’s amused by the exuberant city life and has wondered how life would have been if she had the feathers to fly, if she had the courage to plunge into the big sea of world, her own, yet distant from experience.

She has an observation, an opinion, a macro look at the affairs, but the filthy lot in the outside world has a taste alien to her. A day, stepping out and wandering alone leaving behind the world of her cozy home, the centre of her life, encountering the waves of the big sea, encountering the society people all alone by herself, in the bazaars, in the offices, in the  streets, she tastes the bitterest of all tastes. She seeks protection of her home not the breeze outside, she seeks dependence not independence, she seeks shelter not feathers.

She comes back, comes back to her home, her companion, her love, her centre, to his cares and blessings.