Ever seen life "paused"?
Have you tried to see your past in the dark in slow motion in front of your eyes?
Have you ever let everything go by hand?
Ever come out and grab your collar?
Have you screamed at yourself, have you explained yourself?
Have you ever embraced yourself?
Tried to complete the story of a book's torn pages?
Have you ever completely rejected yourself in front of your opponent and put him to hug?
Have you ever put a smile on your face in an effort to mend a broken relationship many years ago?
Ever made an unmade call?
Ever laughed at your defeat?
Ever had an eye for yourself?
Have you ever paused your life???

Is it possible?

One day you will have plenty of time
And I will show you my sorrows by tearing the thread of my shawl woven with my cravings.

Is it possible?
My back is to the back of the "universe" on a cement bench on the beach
And let the sea hear our words and make the noise of love alive.

Is it possible?
One day you come with your own memories
And put your head on my shoulder and say
"Why do you remember me so much... you draw attention to yourself without even paying attention."

Is it possible?
It's evening by a lake ...
And in the shadow of the light of the fireflies flying by the lake, I will manage your compulsions before you.

I know ...
It's possible ...
If you want
It's possible ...

We understand God's love too late
Then we know that He loves us so much that He always gives us the best of the best
We are the only ones, those who fly on stubbornness, disobey it, otherwise what is not in his power?

If He wills, He can give us disobedience from heaven to earth, but He will not

Not only that, but his mercy is also heavy on his wrath.

If you ever look back at the past, you will know when and where he took you ...!

Wherever He held your hand when you were alone, He blessed you with what you were not even capable of, how He created the means from the impossible to the possibilities when you had nothing.

When a man understands this then all doubts disappear, then miracles happen; then thoughts turn into belief, love of God, love is not - a hope, a hope that has no fall.

My mercy embraces all things. [Quran 7:156]

The senility of the individuals who have been absorbed a love for their entire lives is delightful yet shouldn't something be said about the individuals who remained reprieved for adoration, regard, and care all through their adulthood? Shouldn't something be said about the individuals who longed for the one sight of adoration and fondness?

Do you ever think what amount of that influence psychological wellness?

Do you ever think when guardians contend before a preschool youngster the amount it influences the kid's emotional wellness?

Do you ever think why a child in the last line keeps quitting, demonstrating less support and low scholarly evaluation?

Do you ever think why a child doesn't take an interest in extracurricular activities?

Do you ever think why an individual who is eating well however getting pale step by step?

Do you ever figure a recently married young lady doesn't look lovely, new, and sprouting?

Do you ever think why a pregnant woman isn't shining and enchanting with grace?

Do you ever consider an individual who gets bothered on easily overlooked details and disregard some huge issues?

Do you ever think why a feeble individual isn't getting improved with the best clinical guides?

All the "why" simply has a solitary answer and that is the "denied of adoration"

Any individual who is denied of adoration and fondness isn't carrying on with life, is going through the times of time on earth. No appeal, no blossoming, just surrendered, dismissed, undesirable, disliked, and in the end, discouraged and confined.

In infirmity, nobody can help such individuals who ached for affection for the duration of life.

It's a modest desire to comprehend the feelings of the individuals you're encircled by to make their lives simpler and more joyful.

I started writing about years ago. But I never felt easy to share my feelings with everyone or to open my notebook for everyone to read but now one of my dearest friend motivated me and I asked me to write publicly.

Then I made a blog and started posting on it, started to share my feelings with others.

My feelings, it doesn't mean whatever I write is happening to me, I write what I feel about anyone else. 

After writing on blog, I suggested to post the link on my WhatsApp to get remarks and that wasn't easy for me. More than 70% of my contacts are my students. Some of them studying post graduation and most of them are still my students.

It was difficult for me to share my deep feelings with students. As I'm that kind of teacher who tries to feels and understands the issues and problems of my students but never get them access to my social media accounts because I think it disturbs my privacy. I always tried to keep my personal and professional life separate.

But after consideration I decided to do it and now after sharing the links of my blog posts as my WhatsApp status I'm receiving most of the most beautiful comments and motivation from my students and I'm feeling that my words are helping them in many ways.

Yes a teacher also needs motivation from students.

I always love my profession because it's a profession of Prophets and I always tried to justify this tough title of a teacher and when I am receiving beautiful feedback from my students I'm feeling blessed that I have too many selfless love links.

I openly wants to say a special thanks to my students who are regularly reading me and getting deep in their faith and understanding the true meaning of being a human.

I wish you all a very bright future ♡

In adoration with this bloom.

At the point when I was on one week leave, one of my student had this bloom in her little nursery, she had an ideal maroon rose after quite a while, everybody from her family needed to cull this excellent piece yet she guarded it for me and offered it to me when I back to work following 3 days of the blossom development.

She attempted this bloom keep new and unpicked by her relatives just to give it me.

I caught this image from my cell phone and when I saw this image it advises me that we need to reinforce our relationship with Allah we can secure it like she ensured that blossom for me.

She shielded it from shriveling or being culled by another relative. At that point why we can't secure our faith for Allah?

Why we cannot shield our faith from shirk, interest of cash and bid'dat?

Why on the off chance that we do a mix-up or sin and we don't return back to Him with such blossom of toba and aafuu?

Why we don't utilize our energies to make Him glad and to be appreciative to Him for His gifts?

May be we don't cherish Him like she adored me and attempted to satisfy me while I was returning from a leave.

Simply consider it!!!

We can likewise keep a rose new to introduce our Creator.

A few times!!!

Now and then there is nothing to compose or state...
There is a silence that throws a shadow over our entire being...
In this silence, lack of concern turns out to be solid to such an extent that one doesn't feel the pain...

Indeed, even the cries of words and seeing them tortured doesn't affect a little to the entire being...

The smoke of suffering ascends in the heart so quick that there is nothing that is awarded aside from approaching Allah...

Each call Allah says...

Each call is helped... Each time He agrees...

Each time He is missed and called...

This world is only a game show...

Each time a sin is made...

Each time He blesses...

There is no restriction to His kindness...

No restriction to my offense...

However His love proceeds. We are taken alive and given everything...

However carelessness proceeds, everything is overlooked...

He smiles again and says...

فَبِأَيِّ آلاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ

Which then of the favors of your Lord will you deny?

Ahh!!!!!

At that point, defeat is acknowledged.....

Tears of regret start to stream with this...

Truly, without a doubt, He can do all things.....

A place having a lot of memories! Did you ever think to go alone there? To sit outdoor and watch the traffic alone? Would your outing have been complete without me? Even that waiter who was aware of your choice taking honey with coffee will notice that you're coming alone. He used to bring honey for you and brown sugar for me because maybe he thought everything was going to stay here forever as we liked that time. And so it was.... It was??? No... Everything had changed.
(.....................................)
Tell me how it's been when I wasn't here? Doesn't the cashier still ask about why you come alone? Or why you got one latte? Do you still share at the comment card a little longer, as once I wrote "I don't like coning to this place alone" do you still park you cycle and look around as I was there. So if you see me, would you wait for or hold her hand and would walk away? Tell me someday. 

Standing in a row!!!
waiting for my turn!!!
This is life, we spend our whole life waiting for a miracle, waiting for something to be done for us. Which we asked for. Begged throughout the whole life and keep bagging until we achieve it. We are spending our lives waiting like a 12th player on the cricket team. The match goes on, audience applause for the 11 players who are performing and receiving appreciations. He keeps sitting in the pavilion watching the match and waiting for his turn, the same as we are waiting for our turn to be granted, to be blessed, to count ourselves into the list of achievers and bestows.
Waiting for a better job!
Waiting for your home!
Waiting for your love!
Waiting for your spouse!
Waiting for your children!
Whole life is waiting and struggling to achieve the wish we ever think we ever need.
Standing like a beggar asking for love and care is the toughest waiting line, you can't rush, you can't bounce to a number closer to the givers. You are the only person in that waiting line of your life, you will be blessed or will be left empty-handed. Nobody knows when the time will come when you will be blessed when you will be heard when you will have all that you need and wished though the life.
Sometimes the match ends but he didn't get a chance to perform, to participate, to achieve, to gain. But here we're afraid of being this type of 12th player who didn't get a chance to perform, to get appreciations from the audience. We're afraid of the door closes without giving.
But in both cases, if you're blessed or standing in waiting for row there is one most important thing that never loses your faith and trust in Nature. The Creator, Who created you and guided the right path according to that path no waiting line go towards a closed door, no waiting line goes towards the end of the match without audience applause. He is the Giver,

Al MU'TEE (The Giver)
Al MUHYIY (The Giver of Life)
AL WAHHAAB (The Giver of Gifts)

This is only a waiting line in which we are sure to be blessed and bestowed. This is the only place where we aren't afraid to wait like a 12th player who comes back from the pavilion with empty hands.
This is the door which never closes never rejects, always blessing, always giving. الحمداللہ 

A bird left the cage and an angel left the world. This world is not for poor and weak, it's only a place for rich, powerful, and affluent societies.
An 8-year-old home worker girl is beaten to death only the reason because she mistakenly opened the cage and an expensive parrot flew away. A bird is prior to an innocent child's life. Culprits will be free after giving attractive offers to authorities or her parents.

I'm confused who is responsible for this loss,

نبض و دل ڈوب گئے ہجر میں روتے روتے ۔۔۔
 اب کیا چاہتے ہو, نوح کا عذاب آئے ؟ ؟ 

Another news of death but now humans started targeting animals. Don't know why humanity is fading away. Don't know why people are not getting the lesson from this pandemic situation.
A hungry pregnant elephant in Kerala left the jungle and entered into a village for food, some of the local persons of that village gave her a cracker filled pineapple which she ate and it exploded in her mouth. She didn't harm any of the cruel villagers, she didn't crush single home while walking in the village with pain in her mouth, with severely bleeding tongue, with a baby in her womb. She then moved to Velliyar River with pain and bleeding mouth, she kept her mouth and trunk drained in water to prevent her injury from flies and to get some relief from pain. 

A forest officer witnessed the oppressed animal and tried to rescue her from the water but it didn't help the poor animal and she died while standing in the water for long.

She was so humble that in intense pain and grief she didn't harm her murderers. It's not tough for an elephant to damage a village with her aggression but she was quite humble and depressed because maybe she was only thinking about his baby about the pain her baby is also suffering from her.
This is not the death of an elephant or an animal, here humanity died... 

For people who don't understand what it means to be on a ventilator: Ventilation for Covid-19 is painful intubation that goes down your throat and stays there until you live or you die. Patients can't talk or eat or do anything natural - the machine keeps you alive. Discomfort and pain they feel from this mean that medical experts must administer sedatives and pain meds to ensure pipe tolerance as long as the machine is needed. After 20 days from this treatment, a young patient loses 40 % muscle mass and gets trauma in the mouth or vocal cords, as well as possible lung or heart complications. It is for this reason that old or already weak people can't stand treatment and die. They put a tube in your stomach...either through your nose or skin for liquid food, a sticky bag around your butt to collect diarrhea, one to collect urine, and an IV for fluids and meds. A team of nurses, CNA, and MA move your limbs every two hours and you lie on a carpet circulating ice-cold liquid to help reduce your 40° degree temp. All of this while your loved ones cannot even come to visit. You will be alone in a room with your machine. But some think wearing a mask is uncomfortable.