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Friday, August 28, 2020

From an interview of Mr Edhi

August 28, 2020 0 Comments


The late Abdul Sattar Edhi was asked in an interview, "You buried thousands of helpless bodies. Have you ever cried when you see the deteriorating condition of a corpse or torture it?"

He closed his eyes and pondered, saying it was not a tortured or corpse. However, once my volunteers brought a clean dead body that looked like an old but newly and belonging to a well-educated family. His hair was oiled like white silver. And there was a clean comb. In the ironed suit, his personality looked very dignified. But it was just a dead body, Edhi Sahib seemed to think again.

Many bodies are brought to us every day. But a body that leaves its mark. I was looking at this body carefully. That's what my volunteer told me that the body was lying outside his bungalow.

As we reached the front of the bungalow, a young man from the family, who was waiting for us in a taxi, came out and quickly handed us an envelope. These are funeral expenses. Then he shortly explained, this is my father, take care of him, bathe him well and bury him. We listened a noise from the taxi. "The flight will depart in your speech". As soon as the young man heard this, he turned and got into the taxi and the taxi disappeared from sight.

Mr Edhi said he was saddened to learn of the body and when I started seeing the unfortunate man again, I felt as if he was waving his arm and begging me to help Mr Edhi. Saying that, Mr Edhi you take care dead bodies please help me also. He decided that I would take a bath and bury that body.

Then, as I began to bathe, I saw this body and think that he had done so much in his life. Will be reliable and sensitive. He had done everythingto raise his son. But the son did not have time for burial. He was more afraid of getting out of the flight than his father was in the grave.

And so my tears flowed while bathing this dead body.

Then he wiped his tears with a cloth over his shoulder, cried and said I wish we would focus more on better education and training for our children than luxury.

Monday, August 17, 2020

Allah is with you...

August 17, 2020 0 Comments

I always lose in front of people in their fruitless debate...
Because I don't know how to fight...
I get confused!!!
I leave everything for Him...
It's not that I don't mind. I hurt sadly...
The smile I put on my face to hide a tear
Maybe laughs at me later...
Words can never cure my grief...
I don't say anything to anyone...
I bow before Him and say this while crying like a child...
Your servant is very weak...
I can't fight with anyone I can't stand anyone's words...
People's attitudes hurt me and I sit for hours with my sympathizers...
I let my mind feel relax...
I know He listens to me with great love and comforts me...
I put myself in front of Him...
Thinking that this time He will make my broken existence better.
Will sew with good threads...
Beautiful colors will fill me...
The color of His love...
Which is better than all the colors ...
It's in color...
And then the heart feels calm...
Where is the grief when Allah is with me???
He holds me like a mother...
Shelter me like a caregiver...
Wipes away my tears like a friend...
And Never leaves me alone...
[ Allah ] said, "Fear not. Indeed, I am with you both; I hear and I see. [Quran 20:46]

Friday, August 14, 2020

When we will get freedom???

August 14, 2020 1 Comments

We have opened our eyes to Pakistan, so it takes time for people like us to understand what a homeland is and what an independent homeland is.
Read the story written with the blood of this country, watch the spectacle of the brutality of the army occupying the Kashmir.
Swinging on the streets of Lahore, one gets an idea of ​​what slavery really is and how to get freedom, why one asks for soil.
Why does one shed blood for dust?
When I was a child, I used to look at my mother with kindness when I called soil as mother.
Then I began to understand.
The mother gives consciousness, the soil gives pride
But
We were liberated from Hindu slavery in 1947. Now tell me, what do you want freedom from?
Tell us when we will be free from the slavery of one's own thinking.
From the customs for which a father has to spend his whole life to marry a daughter.
When will a poor person be free from the worry of feeding people instead of mourning the death of someone?
How long will we be stuck thinking 'what will people say' before we do the right thing?
When will the poor get freedom to get education?
When ... !!

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