Alam -e- Duniya

Kyun Ziyaan Kaar Banun, Sood Framosh Rahun
Fikr-e-Farda Na Karum, Mahw-e-Ghum-e-Dosh Rahun

Naale Bulbul Ke Sunoon, Aur Hama Tan Gosh Rahun
Humnawa Main Bhi Koi Gul Hun Ke Khamosh Rahun

Jurrat Aamoz Miri Taab-e-Sakhun Hai Mujh Ko
Shikwa Allah Se Khakam Badahan Hai Mujh Ko

Ae Khuda Shikwa-e-Arbab-e-Wafa Bhi Sun Le
Khugar-e-Hamd Se Thora Sa Gila Bhi Sun Le

INNOCENCE, SUBMISSION, FAITH, PATIENCE, GOODNESS, PURE, the most used words we as humans use to show angelic attributes. We, on the other hand, are INSAAN , pure yet impure. We aren't innocent; we aren't submissive and surrender mostly to our nafs. We use faith in bliss and in adversity we leave the faith and even our being Muslim is at stake.

We are molvis with Quranic verses on our lips, and in our heart, we seek imaan only to show off. We are people with great Islamic posts on facebook, yet our feet surrender to take us to just one sajood. Iblis skipped one prostration and how many we skip?

Arrogance is what we have. Just some money does wonder. We spend money to build a masjid but never spend some time to pray to whom it was meant to be built for.

For people seeking goodness, this Duniya is meant to break you. It ain't your mother to care for you and that even if you are angry she will not come to make things right. It will shatter your very existence.

You will see people with jealousy, with pride, people with ulterior motives, people planning against you. Mostly you will see people as a foe in a friend of you. 

Where are the times when Imaan was at the zenith, when people loved you for the sake of Allah?

Now we see hell even before.

There are guys with girlfriends commenting on girls uploaded picture that she is characterless.

There are people dividing people between casts talking of Prophet & Islam in the masjid.

There are mothers giving the daughters the training to be a slave yet criticising the troubles she faced herself.

People are paying heftily for a wedding yet giving nill for sadaqah.

There are people with haraam earning doing durood najaat for their entry to a new house.

We are hypocrites; we love Allah for sake of this Duniya and yet keep shaytan alive for our nafs.
Ya Allah where are You. Don't you see this injustice?

Don't you see how we do wrong?

Thi To Maujood Azal Se Hi Teri Zaat-e-Qadim
Phool Tha Zaib-e-Chaman, Par Na Preshan Thi Shamim

Why is goodness not befitting in this Duniya

Why are intentions neglected?

Why is money worshipped, why is glitter preferred

Why are people biased

Why Ikhlaaq, Imaan, Khulus are sidelined.

Shart Insaaf Hai, Ae Sahib-e-Altaf-e-Amim
Boo-e-Gul Phailti Kis Tarah Jo Hoti Na Nasim

Ya Allah swt all I seek are answers from you. All I seek is Justice from you.

But surely this Duniya is unjust , it is surely an examination, a test to your values. It will shatter, break but will make you ready for akhirah. Toil, surrender and be in submission, for the promise of Allah is true. Don't please people, we were already thrown out from paradise. We are not of Allah, how come we will be of each other.

Kuch Jo Samjha Tau Mere Shikwe Ko Rizwan Samjha 
Mujhe To Jannat Se Nikala Huwa Insan Samjha.

THE MURDER CASE

Writing after a long time and writing about the most crucial scene in my life. Seems quite whimsical!

Well it may sound funny but the story is interesting.

Every morning of the adult starts with depression of countless dramas one sees in life, no doubt we all wake up and do the same routine we do for the past countless years. To me this monotone life is as boring as my subjects. We all need an escape.

So where was I, well the thing is my routine got changed that morning. Everyday i count my acne, or lament about my dark circles but this morning i got visited by someone at the corner. KANHAPIN, which had so many legs , more the number of achievements in my life.

The centipede or millipede which am not sure as my maths gave up to count the same, and all i could was to cry and shout deep inside my soul. Being an adult we are meant to be silent and mature.Since the centipede knew my intention, and since i couldn't comprehend its intention, i thought of a plan. A plan to kill.

My defense was very vague that time and i thought to make a move later. After i could make a plan to vacuum it up , i thought to consult the Islamic books to back up my plan. Shariah is important !

I googled up.

I found that these centipedes are active at night.This caused a mini heart attack already. I had to do something before midnight. I thought of mortin or getting a chappal and attacking it with that. From chappal i remembered how my mother always made it a point to beat me up and now I was about to make a same scene. Later that day while getting the bata chappal in hand (known for its durability) , i got a shock. The centipede was gone, and so was my soul. Where could it go !! 

Later that night i found in the water bucket , looking at me and my flop plan. Looking at me as if saying,"LOL".

I was angry and all could think was to empty the bucket in the wash basin. I thought of drowning it. With the increased water flow and it struggling, i lamented my conscience and so thought not to kill. But it was harmful and we are allowed to kill the same. The water flow increased and so my guilt. I stopped to see if it died. It was motionless and so I knew my plan worked. It died and so was i relieved. That night i slept peacefully.

The next morning following my same boring routine i thought to dump the dead body in the dustbin. The moment i saw the washbasin, i was again held up my shock and grief. The dead body was gone and so was I. Where could it go , or what if it was attacked my some other insect or animal. All the world zoology and Discovery Channel, Nat geo and all my nieces videos of animals flashed before me. I thought that whatever happened , happened good. Allah swt knew all and He must have disposed it off , due my weak heart to know i killed an insect. The day ended well and so i forgot my centipede episode. Later that evening eating mangoes and throwing the mango skin in the dust bin, i found the  centipede ALIVE dangling along the dustbin. I thought to scream , i thought of getting AK47, rdx or hydrogen bomb to dispose off this creature dancing in my dustbin. As soon as it crawled out, i got a stick and in my fit i thought to kill it with that. The centipede ran away inside my room and so my parents woke up thinking possibility of the thief or someone to kidnap me (i still laugh that how could anyone kidnap me !! ).

I got a good scolding from my parents and the centipede , well it would be roaming alive in my room in unknown corner about to attack me.

P.S I need someone to kill it !!