When my coffin is being taken out, you must never think I am missing this world.Don’t shed any tears, don’t lament or feel sorry:I am not falling into a monster’s abyss.When you see my corpse being carried, don’t cry for my leaving.I am not leaving: I am arriving at eternal love.When you leave me in the grave, don’t say goodbye:Remember a grave is only a curtain for the paradise behind.You’ll only see me descending into a grave: Now watch me rise.How can there be an end when the sun sets or the moon goes down ?It looks like the end, it looks like a sunset, but in reality it is dawn.When the grave locks you up, that is when your soul is freed.Have you ever seen a seed fallen to earth, not rise with a new life ?Why should you doubt the rise of a seed named human ?Have you ever seen a bucket lowered into a well coming back empty ?Why lament for a soul when it can come back like Joseph from the well.When for the last time you close your mouth, your words and soul will belong to the world of no place no time.
By: Sherbano Tajammal Hussain Malik
Author Unknown (Source: via email)
By: Raja Mujtaba
aie dost kaisay kahoon tujhay ‘alvidah’
naa dil naa hee dimagh kam karay
kahan say laoon woh ilfaz mai
jo mera hal-e dil bayan karay
woh aaj khud tareekh ho gia
jo dunia ki tareekh byan karay
woh dareecha tha naveed-e bahar ka
aaj uss ko kahan koi talash karay
alvida aye dost alvida
Aaj tujhay dunia rukhsat karay
Naveed Tajammal passed away at Shifa Hospital on 12th September 2014.
Yasmeen Aftab Ali
Life is a flowing river of time. It takes away so much…and gives back so much. You meet so many as you whoosh along; to go together for sometime, to then go your separate ways… often not deliberately…but because the flowing river of time propels you in different directions.The propelling can be too powerful, too inevitable to fight back. To resist!
Grief is but natural at the separation. But grief is not the only residue. It also leaves behind memories. Some are bitter-sweet. Some make you smile.Others make you laugh. Yet others bring feeling of intense longing to have that person lost in the mists of time back in your life. Knowing it will not happen, yet you strain at every sound; that familiar footstep, the sound of a familiar laugh, the voice one longs to hear. You know, from now on this will exist in your memories only.
The hollow inside you can be unbearable. There will be times one will find it difficult to cope with the loss. Yet there is every reason to celebrate the life and successes of one gone. Ah! The privilege to have known a wonderful being. Having been a part of that life, having that life be a part of our’s. The joy that association brings, bringing out the best in us. What a Blessed Being one must be; to bring out only the good in others!
Joon sharar ai hasti-e-be~bood yaan
Baare hum bhi apni baari bhar chale
Saaqiya yaan lag raha hai chal~chalaao
Jab talak bus chal sake saaghar chale
Dard kuchh m’aloom hai yeh log sab
Kis taraf se aaye the keedhar chale
(Khwaaja Mir Dard)
Majjida Ahmed you were one of the best, the purest, the kindest. That’s why you will Never be ‘were’. You ‘ARE.’
Yasmeen Aftab Ali
Life changes. The actors that play a role in your life change. As you grow older, and hopefully grow up; you realize this is not a universal phenomenon. People grow old-not necessarily grow up. If one is lucky enough to do so, there is a quiet sadness for those who do not. Their stunted personal growth hurts them, as well as others- in more ways than one. Unfortunately, they may be the only ones who fail to realize it.
As the river of time flows by; gently but surely, it changes the direction of lives of many. That unsure-ness of direction is the one thing we can be sure about. Those who grow up, support each other emotionally and morally. They form the bulwark of one’s life one rests against.Such people are blessed and form support for each other, giving ease to each other in rough patches.
Maureen Jenner rightly states in her piece for a blog, “Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional.” Age has nothing to do with maturity. It has to do with the internal and external influences that effects one’s personality. Growing up means a lot of different things to different people. What characteristics forms the make up of a ‘grown-up’ person and what does not? For one thing; being grown up means life is not all about you. Its also about others. Their feelings. Their hurts. Their turbulence. Being grown up means where not to cross a line. Being grown up means to respect feelings and give space to others to recover from a hurt. Being grown up means not meddling in matters that can inflict more pain and may lead to more hurt. Being grown up, above all means developing new wings of dignity.
As the rivers of time flow by; gently but surely, more people grow old than growing up.
Herein lies the tragedy of Mankind.
“It was a mistake,” you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.”
If you close your eyes, ask yourself; who is the one person you can trust with your very life and honor, your heart will answer you. Trust is the most beautiful gift bestowed upon another. Unlike many other attributes, trust must be earned. Sometimes, we may know a person for a lifetime. yet when we close our eyes and ask ourselves the question I posed, that person does not fit the bill. Then sometimes, we may know a person for a fairly brief period of time, yet that name will flash before us when we ask ourselves that question.
Meaningful relationships survive on trust. They are few.They carry us through our lives.
But a few are enough!
Mitch Albon, “You see, you closed your eyes. That was the difference. Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too–even when you’re in the dark. Even when you’re falling.” (Tuesdays with Morrie: An Old Man, a Young Man, and Life’s Greatest Lesson)
Yasmeen Aftab Ali