When will the humanity rise?

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When world lies

and sun dies

I say to myself

When will the humanity rise?

Maybe with the first ray of sunshine

or after the noon’s siesta.

Sun pours the light into my pores

saturates my being and whatnot

I feel the purge and rejuvenation

but my sight sees the illusion.

How it hides the darkness in itself

when the light descends.

How the dark hides the darkness in its hide

so the world lies

I say to myself

when will the humanity rise?

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Each and every person has the right to live…say No to suicide!

A form of oppression that is not categorised as such. As oppression. It is known to be the voluntary death. But why would someone voluntarily take their own life? This is why there are laws about instigating someone to commit suicide. Do not oppress someone to the extent that they think, dying is better than living. Do not oppress at all!

It is often heard about people who commit suicides that they were weak-spirited or cowards. So, they took the easy way out. Contrary to the claims, dying is not easy. Life is such a precious gift that human beings will do anything to preserve it. Have not we heard about people going missing in such places where they did anything to survive. Maybe before that incident, they never thought about life per se or they did not find the life to be worth living and, they found themselves in an environment where they were willing to fight for that very life.

Look at those countries where people do not have anything to eat and they are forced to eat anything they get their hands on. Just to live.

This world can be a better place. Soul searching is unnerving and, not a pleasant experience. It is easy to not dwell on thoughts and keep the selfish side on. But we can hope and, be the first to change. Who invented “dog eat dog world”? You may guess!


love, love, love…love. I am sick of it. It is everywhere and, I mean, everywhere like COVID 19(Just to make you understand).

That greatly looked for, vied for, great, great love that is not so great. If only. You may also wish for the moon. This love is talk of the town. Meaning, our globe. This world is a global village now.

I love that movie “I hate love stories” so much. Maybe just its name. Because in the end, hero and heroine falls in love with each other. The end. Ah yes, I just love its name.

So my title depicts the beginning and ending. When it starts, it’s oh so big. Then it ends with small letters. There is a song that perfectly expresses the sentiment at the end “o love, I feel like weeping at your end (translated from Urdu)”. it’s an old classic written by Shakeel Badayuni.

Oh, I am sighing even at writing it. Well, now there are two kinds of people; one, who wept at the ending and the other, who made them weep.

Misery upon misery. Torment upon torment, I say. This love is. Every person is crying. Some with small hiccups. Some with silent tears. And, some with loud, ear-splitting, big fat tears. The moral of story, every one is crying; those who fell in love and those who wish to do so.

I discussed this complicated matter of love with someone. They said, love is a thing that seldom happens, a rarest being in this world. Most often, it is a copy called flirt or infatuation. It occurs again and again. This made me recall another old classic “you shall forget all about infatuation, once you set foot in the arena of love(translated from Urdu)”. An awesome class of flirts conducted by Purnam Allahabadi.

P.s. this is all for now. Stay tuned in for my brain blues. And, love.

(Recommendation: Urdu has seen many a great novel writers in its post-partition history. And, Umera Ahmad tops the list in the recent past. She has written best selling novels. Her novel “پیرِکامل” is still the hottest and memorable read. The novel is available in English titled “the perfect mentor”.

I have never read a better love story than this one. So composed and well written. I recommend it for the fans of love stories, both English and Urdu bookworms.)


They were sitting in the car, waiting for their burgers. The server came with their order.

“At last! Thank God! I am so hungry”. Shiza exclaimed loudly.

Shiza and her three cousins started eating their favourite fast food which they had bought from a famous food outlet.

Suddenly, she threw away the burger through the open window. Neelum, her maternal aunt’s daughter, shrieked in horror. “What did you do, Shiza?”

“oh, I didn’t like the burger. I will eat something else.”

“So, you threw the burger?”

“so what! what’s the big deal?”

Neelum could not utter a single word in shock.

Shiza rolled her eyes in annoyance and turned her head to look out the window.

A child was sitting there on the road and eating something fast. Like a starving person. He was dirty all over. His face had not seen the water in months.

Her burger was gone.

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