Thoughts.

Void is that state wherein even when you get pinched you stay calm, even when world revolves you're still immobile, even when the earth quakes you're still cutting your cake. This fast moving life bitches big time about the things which one not possess. Our greed overcasts that little smile the street girl gives you for free. It procrastinates our initiation of a helping hand. We find Lamborghini's irresistible when all one need is a four wheeler to stop you from walking miles. 
Our reason for unhappiness encompasses our living. We orbit around the phrase "Me and My Kingdom" and feature it too much these days. Blimey, at times i guess even i should be blamed. I wish this could be helped, i wish God put some extra concern in individuals as the decades ticks on. I wish covetousness never exist or extend closer to zero. I pray that i can better myself and see into the cups of needy and pour some more soup into it. 
I wish there was more mental peace in the world.

If you wish to find peace, provide peace to another

Please do not mistake me to be Miss Gandhi- I do not plan to be one. What i want is less number of fights and more chances of forgiveness. A bigger platform where you forgive and smile when folks apologize to you. When you talk one instead of two and settle quarrels. When you listen more and lend your shoulder. When you be rational towards the reason that hips you off. When you be careful with the words you articulate, formulate it in prior and wonder from their line of thoughts. When you accept your own mistakes. When you give a hand and another if in need. 

Half of the stress we take in is our own selfishness, our own reluctance to sacrifice our pride. Live it up guys! Together with someone who get the :( in your :D! Forgiving and forgetting, working towards your mental peace, because believe me, you're more happy when you have just YOU in YOU :)
Xoxo :)

Blogger in Brief.

Here is at hand the lass who loves writing. Hail me over.

Lost are the days when i used to just root myself before my black screen and type my heart out. Now to coin some words to sentences i have to strain myself and concentrate on the grammar and its styles. Words don’t come easily to my tips, there comes the needs to search them; which is yes, new to The Persistent. She used to talk hours and still have lots to talk, she used to just NOT think and still have lots to write. Writing was innate in her and she knew it, and she did it. But now, sigh, fast forward that.
What a year could do to me, I have seen. It could make me lose my mind and yet, still the same comportment could be kept. It taught me that by default, changes are constant for everyone. It made me conscious about how immaculate way any-buddy could be - very convincing and faking all the time; up and above. I have realised things that eminent philosophers teach us on changes after they have seen life - in and out. I have been taught that there are some relations worth keeping and worth relying and worth letting go. I have seen what money, beauty and legendary could do to you, seen how easily promises could be broken than kept folded, felt that laid-back nature you could put forward when fib out hard lies.

Over the years i've found out, that things and people I care and love wont stay long. So I take pictures of my favourite people wip my naked eyes, and carry them- irrespective of what they've given me- the good memories and the bad ones too. Where do you belong peeps? ;)

Don judge me for I wear, not for my complexion or for my work. Not for what people say or what you tink of me. You know Faraana? Then believe in her :-)
'm not sure about you, but if I were to project myself into some, I would have  fallen in love wip myself so easily :-P a little lame, but hey! Its true ;-)


To those who made it till the end: wakao!

As the day breaks, Mr. Sun cast its light on the creatures, and I sigh out , thanking that a day passed. I walk on, overlooking the dirt that gets stuck on my foot - never was dirty fields my case of worry. I survived among dirty minds, dirty thoughts and dirty people. Experience, people say, but I would rather tag it is my own allegiance in being myself. Back then, I used to be semi permeable to habits- be it good or bad. Now rather my wall is standing opaque. I’m rather interested in being myself than care about the dirt beneath my foot.

Hush hush, says the ocean - Coz Faraana is counting her #blessings.

World is indeed a better place if you know whom to live with :)

Pursuit of Happiness; Solace.

Walk.

With the enthusiasm of a kindergarten, i slide along the less trafficked road of the Heritage City. My legs crave for an odd kilometer walk and mind approved with signal green. I put my legs safe in my crappy shoes which welcomed me unlike the weird looks i used to get from the facades of my daily life. My mirror image made two bouncy jumps and that purple sling bag, the color of which reminds me of my grape saree, made a dash up and a dash down. Pooh! Two cords went upto my auditory organs and started the tune for Mannipaaya- Ghee! Past romance "roaming" in- ""roaming"" in :D

I double jump the steps, perhaps because of the excitement singing in my ears that none cant see(for I cover my head with my ever so common veil) or because I'm hence heading to a Just-Me-Time that frocks my jumpiness. Hallelujah! Its Fatty and herself in the pavement!

I see harried road with horns that comes after every ten, or twenty (meaning less traffic) minutes. I see men, bugged just like mine, holding phones way too closer,hush hush- private talks. I see fruit sellers- happy with the business of the day still calling out for buyers. I see children, rebounding back home from the school which stuff raw potatoes in their little heads. I see trees big enough to build two big dinner tables with seven chairs around each. I see bikes that whoosh pass gearing up to hit the button first than his acquaintance. I see  sad faces on foot- the look says that they're planning ways to put some bread on the plates of many at home. I see pavement wall- stuck with exorbitant pictures of chicks that quacks in the big screen hardly. I see a crushed bottle thrown nearby the can that says Use Me. I see dogs with their tongues out, haunting the remnants of those thattukadas which sells eggs cooked in all the degrees possible. 

And then I see a brink- and I jump.

Ink of Faith

“Faranatha! Be the Aisha r.a of this Generation!”

In the lines of Tafseer Ibn Katheer of Surah An Noor, The Light, we get introduced to this beautiful woman Aisha bint Abu Bakr, The beloved wife of the Best Man ever lived. As I read on, I imagined her- she must have been one pretty woman. No, I dont mean to comment on her peripheral powder and paint but the way she dealt with the rumours she was indicted; that’s an uff.

Abdullah ibn Ubayy, the leader of the Hypocrites, may Allah disfigure him and His curse be upon him, spread news about this Red Haired Lady and Safwan, may Allah subhanawatala preserve them both. It was a clear hearsay spread to create humiliation in the family of Muhammed. She went sick following that journey back to Medinah and was unaware of the hush hush firing in the streets of this blessed land. People were talking, like people always talk, about a woman found in solace with a Non Maharram; not a random woman, an Umm ul Mu’mineen. They were hurting her family, and his family and there was this tension, worry, house of Rasoolullah was stiff with anxiety, may Allah disfigure Abdullah ib n Ubayy!

She cried all night, all day.
"I have spent the entire night until morning unable to stop weeping and could not sleep at all. Morning found me still weeping.", were her words. 

We are talking about the third wife of the Prophet, young, yet bold; one who don't fear to shoot questions to Rasoolullah like arrows,who on the shade of her childishness stood by the shoulders of her husband and watched that sport of the Abyssinians and later remarked that she stood there not to watch, but for the warmth of his cheek against hers.
We are talking about this cheery woman about whom her servant remarked as,
"I have not seen nothing wrong with her, other than that she is a young girl and sometimes she falls asleep while she is kneading the dough and a lamb comes along and eats it!". 

We are talking about a beautiful soul from whom we got a hundred direct deep and classified ahadeeth- the explaination of which we can't find in other chains of narrations.

We are talking about the daughter of As Siddiq, who without a doubt would have nurtured his qualities of truthfulness and humbleness in this beloved lady.

We are talking about the lady whom Zainab bint Jahsha radhiallahu , who were frequently at odds with her, much for being a co-wife, commented,
"O Messenger of Allah," she said, "I will not repeat anything that I have not heard with my own ears and seen with my own eyes. By Allah, I find nothing in her but goodness."

Revelation stopped coming. The Messenger of Allah thought that Allah was displeased by this rumour, he even considered divorcing Aisha radhiallahu anha. He approached her in the house of Abu Baker radhiallahu anha, and told the lamenting woman, 

"If you are innocent, then Allah Himself will protect your honour, and if by accident there has been a lapse on your part, then seek the forgiveness of Allah and He will pardon you, for when a slave admits a fault and turns to Him in repentance, then Allah also turns and accepts that repentance."

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