WHEN I DIE –

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by  MAULANA  JALALUDDIN RUMI                            Rumii
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.

A Despairing Toad

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By: Sherbano Tajammal Hussain Malik 

a random poem……   Toad

Once, upon a lonesome road,
Met I a sad and despairing toad,
Who croaked a tale filled with such woe,
That it made me feel as though,
My heart had been dipped in ice
The tale was neither sweet nor  nice.
He was of a noble strain,
But he was neither proud nor vain.
He had been betrothed to a frog princess,
The betrothal had caused him great distress,
For though the marriage would bring in union,
A civil war torn amphibian nation,
His heart had been quite set,
Upon a lovely little hornet.
He had proposed that he keep her as  mistress
But the hornet,
Had self respect,
And demanded he break off with the frog princess.
Worried as he was, he sought a remedy,
From a wizard known for being shady,
The wizard quickly sold,
A potion for some gold.
The toad said ruefully,
‘He made a guarantee,
That all my problems would vanish magically.’
And when he drank the potion,
Everyone– just everyone,
All the toads and the frogs,
His hornet and home among the logs,
Vanished into thin air,
Without a rip, nor a tear.
And the wizard had disappeared as well,
Without a sound, glimpse or smell.
And such was the very tragic tale,
Which was admittedly kinda stale,
Of the sad toad!
Upon a lonesome road.

You are welcome at my water bowl anytime!!

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Author Unknown (Source: via email)

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A man and his dog were walking along a road. 
The man was enjoying the scenery, 
when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.

 

He remembered dying, and that the dog walking 
beside him had been dead for years. He wondered 
where the road was leading them.

 

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall 
along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. 
At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall 
arch that glowed in the sunlight.

 

When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent 
gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, 
and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.

 

He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, 
he saw a man at a desk to one side.

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When he was close enough, he called out, 
‘Excuse me, where are we?’ 

 

‘This is Heaven, sir,’ the man answered.

 

‘Wow! Would you happen to have some water?’ 
the man asked.
‘Of course, sir. Come right in, and I’ll have some 
ice water brought right up.’
The man gestured, and the gate began to open. 
‘Can my friend,’ gesturing toward his dog, ‘come in, too?’ 
the traveler asked.
‘I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t accept pets.’
The man thought for a moment and then turned back 
toward the road and continued the way he had 
been going with his dog.
 
After another long walk, and at the top of another 
long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm 
gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There 
was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a 
man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

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‘Excuse me!’ he called to the man. 
‘Do you have any water?’
‘Yeah, sure, there’s a pump over there, come on in.’
‘How about my friend here?’ the traveler gestured to his dog.
‘There should be a bowl by the pump,’ said the man.
They went through the gate, and sure enough, 
there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long 
drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.
When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree. 
‘What do you call this place?’ the traveler asked. 
‘This is Heaven,’ he answered.
‘Well, that’s confusing,’ the traveler said.
‘The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.’
‘Oh, you mean the place with the gold street 
and pearly gates? Nope. That’s Hell.’
‘Doesn’t it make you mad for them to use 
your name like that?’
‘No, we’re just happy that they screen out the folks 
who would leave their best friends behind.’

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Soooo… Now you see, sometimes we wonder 
why friends keep forwarding stuff to us without 
writing a word. Maybe this will explain it.
When you are very busy, but, still want to keep in touch, 
 guess what you do? You forward emails.
When you have nothing to say, but,  still want to 
keep in contact, you forward jokes.
When you have something to say, but, don’t 
know  

how – you forward stuff.
A ‘forward’ lets you know that 
you are still remembered, 
you are still important, 
you are still cared for.
So, next time if you get a ‘forward’, don’t think that 
you’ve been sent just another forwarded joke, 
but that you’ve been thought of today and your 
friend on the other end of your computer 
wanted to send you a smile.

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                                                           You are welcome at my water bowl anytime!!

Dareecha naveed-e bahar ka….

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By: Raja Mujtaba

NaveedIn Memory of Naveed Tajammal

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.

You ‘Are’ one of the best Majjida Ahmed…

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Yasmeen Aftab Ali

 

CherryBossomsA Dedication…..

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.’

 

 

Rivers of Time

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Yasmeen Aftab Ali

Rivers of TimeLife 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.

 

 

Questioning ‘Trust’

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David Levithan (The Lover’s Dictionary):

“It was a mistake,” you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.”

TrustIf 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