From “Mujh se pehlee see muhabbat, mere mahboob na maang” to “Khoye se hum, khoyee see manzil”, I have witnessed my life going from one end to another. Looking back, just five years ago, when I joined here, my life was lighter than what it is now. Time flies and leaves behind trails of sorrow for us to mourn, mostly. I got back to GS after the disaster in AJK and NWFP which has taken so many lives. I got back here to keep my thoughts from wandering into the deep chasm of agony I felt and am still feeling; there is no solace to be found.
Northern Areas and NWFP where I lived and served for a year is no more singing its songs attributed to nature and its beauty. I feel like crying at times but I cant. Its the sorrow that reminds us of our nothingness but again when I took notice of a news appearing in the national dailies that even kafan has been made expensive citing demand and supply notion of economics, I felt that no, we are not going to learn from disasters even. No doubt Hazrat Ali (RA) wondered how one can forget his death when one has seen a dead body and laid that to rest in the grave!
I wish we come to terms with our actual mission or else I wish we were never born. I feel like changing my custom title again reminding me that yet another sorrow has taken our lives to a newer terrain.
Re: Dear diary!
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Re: Dear diary!
I love that your way of dealing with these feelings involves changin gyour custom title.
Re: Dear diary!
Re: Dear diary!
Cap, indeed its sad that ppl will never learn. No matter wat we do some us will still remain heartless and will feel no agony; instead, they will look forward to what they can gain out of situation. May Allah guide us toward right direction.
Jo hamaray darmyan nahie rahay Allah mian unko apnee jawar-e-rehmat main jagah ata farmaien aur jo bichar gae hain unhien phir se mila dain, ameen.
