tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156557012011-07-29T00:52:21.119ZHistory, Herstory, MystoryKashmirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16534564201083774866noreply@blogger.comBlogger291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655701.post-67045073068639587922009-09-02T00:26:00.000Z2009-09-02T00:27:45.964Z

A hermit fasted for an entire year, eating only once a week. After this sacrifice, he asked that God reveal to him the true meaning of a certain passage in the Scripture. No response was heard.“What a waste of time,” the hermit said to himself. “I gave up so much, and God didn't even answer! Better to leave these parts and find a monk who knows the meaning of the verse.”At that moment, an angel

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Love is like standing in the wet cement,The longer you stay, the harder it is to leaveAnd you can never go without leaving your shoe behind.

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My mind is about to explode from the beauty that is, music.

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Bulleh Shah, a teacher for Mankind:"Stay silent to survive.People cannot stand to hear the truth.They are at your throat if you speak it.They keep away from those who speak it.But truth is sweet to its lovers!Truth destroys shara (shariah).Brings rapture to its lovers,And unexpected riches,Which shara (shariah) obscures.Those lovers cannot remain silentWho have inhaled the fragrance of

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I dont know you and you dont know methis is the reality thats gonna bei just want your loveis it really that hard to see?So much to learn and many years to comewhat has been done, is donetalk to me with loveand i'll never need places to runArrogance, ego and pridewhat use are these when one day we have to diea few minutes of loveis the difference when we finally say goodbyeWe will die without us

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a heart without pain,cannot be called a hearta heart recovered from pain,cannot be called a heartA man without a lover,cannot be called a manR.K

Kashmirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16534564201083774866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655701.post-35056663550455962702007-03-28T12:12:00.000Z2008-12-09T12:44:45.023Z

Another great song by Justin Timberlake.He tells a good perspective from a Man's point of view when a relationship fucks up, when a good guy gets only kicked around.In this song (not video) the bechara gets kicked around by the woman he loves intensely.Its a bad mans world. But remember What Goes around...Something i wrote on this before, maybe Justin will buy it and transform it into his next

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Kashmir main bhi jaoon gaKar loon ga mai bhi shaadiMeri koi aas, umeed nahi rahiiPeechay jo rachii hai, mann aur zehn ki barbaadiiKahaa tu kissii nay bhi nahiKay Raza, tu muhabbat karAb pakar lo apnay dil koSuuraakh-e-ishq ko bharrhTumharay saath pyar kar kayDekh lii hai ghum-e-dil ka sarmaayaZabardasti seekhi hai mainayChal eh-Raza, yeh bhi tu aazmaayaKar kay gunaahKha kay gul-e-husn ka

Kashmirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16534564201083774866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655701.post-33704049272448984222007-03-07T16:41:00.000Z2008-12-09T12:44:45.407Z

I was shocked, or shall is say amused when the daughter of a (Shall i say prominent?) Pakistani politician said to me recently that Mirpur was not part of Azad Kashmir.Didnt you notice the huge bridge you crossed with signs of 'Welcome to Azad Kashmir' on them? How did you manage to miss that you muppet? and you werent sleeping!Nuff said. (For now anyway)P.S The pic is taken from the Kashmir side

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People can be happy with little or no money.In the rural setup people spend very less on food and health but they are healthier than the urban folks. Why? Because they work harder and have less worries. Our urban societies have been burdened with more psychological baggage. They have become criminalised and perverted. We are shedding our cultural values, traditions and heritage very fast. In the

Kashmirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16534564201083774866noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655701.post-1163804937974105802006-11-17T23:07:00.000Z2008-01-05T15:55:50.082Z

"Dushman maray tay khushi na kariye, sajnaan vi marr jaanaDeegar tay din hoya Muhammad, tay orukh noo doob jaaraan"Do not be pleased if our enemies were to die, Our Beloveds too will go deaths way.After sunset, comes the day oh Muhammad (Baksh), and the lifeless will drownJis dil andar ishq na rachda kuttey us tin changayMalik day ghar rakhii karday, saavay phukaay nangaayWhos hearts have no love

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After i left Japan, i didnt at all feel sad at what was coming in the future. I knew one day i would go back and this feeling never made me emotional about leaving Japan.Arriving at Singapore on the 3rd Oct, i didnt have a clue about the people of Singapore, the culture, food or anything. I knew that they had gained independence from Malaysia in the past, so i had gathered that it must be a mixed

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Sometimes, we delve into matters so trivial and useless that we forget simpler things in life. Extensive research being taken into useless matters - you can look at the BBC or their pal Yahoo for this - there is always some useless report to show. Individuals too are seeming to join this flock.

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Feelings cannot describe the stillness;the talking of minds,the silence of lips.whether you give an answer to any of my questions,the silence upon silence in your eyes, is an answer, to all my questions.

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I wanted to be with u, in your arms, my favorite place to be.Being held by u, enclosed me in a private world that we two alone were enough to complete.By embracing u, I found my greatest pleasure, because by giving I also received more of u.There would be no better place than next to you, holding you; it'd be a magical place that I loved to visit and never wanted to leave.It's all in the past,

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I can smell the odour of horses.I can feel the damp warmth of the horse on my buttocks.I can hear war drums.I can see angry men, bitter upon merciless revenge than the French revolution.I am touching the metal of the sword's deep engraved handle in my hand.A revolution. A bloody rebellion. An anger-fuelled insurrection. And i am there, in the forefront. My sword drawn and my armour stained with

Kashmirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16534564201083774866noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655701.post-1132671404144883252005-12-05T14:54:00.000Z2005-12-05T11:50:33.316Z

Imran Zia, 26, Muzaffarabad"We have learned that nothing material is permanent. What matters most are the things you can't see - like the bonds between people.Buildings don't matter anymore, they all fall down. Making money, getting a big house - what's the point? Just help people. Live for others. That's what we've learnt. Pray for us, whoever you are reading this, give us motivation".

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This being our first dinner together, they were clearly out to get me. They wanted to know what I was made of, I guess and took turns in filling their plates/glasses every few minutes. It was merciless.I made a grave error, not knowing what was coming. I had been eating frantically, trying to keep up with all the food that was put in front of me, or put on my plate by my assistant when some kind

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Khaliq - Part IAs I walked into the departure lounge trying to spot a suitable place/person - preferably with someone who I could strike a conversation with - I knew I’d seen a Pakistani and I was happy. Endless meetings of Indians had left me somewhat bewildered at no sight of the other rival.Shortly after beginning formalities of initial conversation in Urdu and also because my jaw started to

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One impossibility I've never gotten used to while living here is the way people disregard their surroundings altogether when moving about on foot. Put a Japanese person in a car and he's a absolute robot of subtle awareness, but as soon as those heels hit the pavement, out come the cell phones, Sony PSP’s and manga comics.At least once a day I'll be strolling down the sidewalk, minding my own

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Todays quote (upon translation):"You son of a squint-eyed camel"

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Its fairly common these days to see young girls grooming themselves on the train on their way to work or wherever, but this day was the first time I actually saw someone curl their hair on a crowded train.These two girls shared a roller, applied six or seven coats of makeup and took phone calls all between 2 stations and much to the silent contempt of their elders sitting nearby.I got the

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Going shopping is great, with nothing on your mind than to spend some hard-earned cash. To enjoy the next few days off on your weekend with not a worry in the world, until of course you hear the dreaded beep. Which in the space of some minutes, turns persistent. Oblivious to the fact its your phone crying out for an injection of electricity, you carry on with your ritualistic hobby.As you do, a

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After reading few posts and observing boys running after girls and gaining nothing but a sad face and hopelessness, I couldn't stop myself from sharing few thoughts with you about SINFE NAAZUK.First of all what is LOVE? What and Why do girls want to be just "friends" first? What does a girl look for in a guy? and most imprtantly, what do u have to "offer" her?* You are NOT going to gain anything

Kashmirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16534564201083774866noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655701.post-1125927588062357442005-09-05T13:38:00.000Z2005-09-07T13:34:44.380Z

I just paid thirty pounds for a haircut.Am I angry? Am I confronting the locals at random, demanding in broken Japanese some explanation for the sky-high cost of, well, everything in this country. No. In fact, I haven't felt this good in months. I can't wait for my hair to grow out enough for me to justify coming back.The Japanese haircut is unlike anything you're likely to find in the U.K (

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Part IIToday we meet each other, act with each other for sometime, later when we claim that we love each other, then the real us spring outside. Wow, how can the other party accept what he/she didnt’t know about us before? In other words, we never even loved that person, but it was rather lust for the person.Today girls have distorted love with their selfishness, controlling greed, and of course

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Yes, love starts with a smile and ends with joy.Many people claiming to be in love are actors and actresses.If you had met a boy in your younger years at school say a classmate and fell in love, you would have had a good experience what love is. If you become very good friends with someone with whom you open yourself to like a book and he can read and accept you for who you are, then you will

Kashmirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16534564201083774866noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655701.post-1125221906238308642005-08-28T09:37:00.000Z2005-09-07T13:36:27.046Z

As i leave for lunch....I look for her again. I turn left. Then right. Can't seem to see her today.I walk over to the crossroads, all the while thinking where to eat. The sun is warm, the humidity has started to nag at my neck, asking the tie for a release.On my way back, i see her.Somehow i dont know how i missed her in the first place. But now i cant take my eyes off what i see nearly

Kashmirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16534564201083774866noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655701.post-1125157410679630272005-08-27T15:41:00.000Z2005-09-07T13:37:01.520Z

I would ask myself these questions about love.What am I seeking in my life? Wealth or power? Do I want heart contentment or misery of my heart ? what is that my heart really desires?We the Muslims have been striped of heart contentment because we ignored the root of love. Everything that we do have its tests. Likewise, in our love life we will be tested, but if we are sincere to our love we will

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