tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16783167646371073022023-11-16T11:02:17.594+05:00Unfathomable Words"It's easy to grasp the shadows but others might think otherwise to go in the direction of those who are seeking the truth but they always doubt those who have found it".Jawad Haiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409531877311553614noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678316764637107302.post-13893002069286127892011-08-06T14:26:00.000+05:002011-08-06T14:26:27.730+05:00RereadingI've been reading Harry Potter series second time, these days. This book's addicting!Jawad Haiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409531877311553614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678316764637107302.post-1749865123950209732011-08-01T14:07:00.000+05:002011-08-01T14:07:49.372+05:00Sadiq And His Sister<div class="MsoNormal">In a small village of simple people, there lived a noble man, named “Sadiq”. He was known to be very close to God and was said to be a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Sufi.</i> People visited him for the solution of their problems. He felt pleasure in helping others. Unlike him, his elder sister “Faiqa” was away from religion. She amused herself in listening to music and backbitting others. Almost all of her actions were totally different from Sadiq’s pure personality. Sadiq’s parents had died when he was 5 years old.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">People of village loved Sadiq because of his experienced personality and truthful character. Once a crying person came to him, telling that his crop fields had been destroyed and pleaded for help. Sadiq gave a little smile. “Go back! They’re lush green again.” Sadiq said and it was true! The crops had unimaginably turned lush green again. It was a miracle of people of village.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">One morning, Sadiq was looking for his glasses on a shelf when his hand accidentally hit a fragile vase and it shattered into small pieces on hitting the floor. Faiqa had seen him but she didn’t show up and went away quietly. The following night, Faiqa came to Sadiq. “Have you broken the vase?” She asked at once. Sadiq hesitated for a moment and then lied, “Err… No. I’ve not!” Faiqa raised her eyebrows but left without further questioning.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Sadiq felt abashed of himself on telling a lie in such a minor situation. His inner voice kept on gnawing at him. To compensate of what he had done, he offered special prayers and fed 10 hungry and needy people. He really had a heart saturated with love of God.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">After a week, when he was walking in a narrow alley, he saw two men fighting. He went to them to stop them.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Don’t stop me. YOU LIAR!” You are a dishonest person. I feel ashamed when I say you a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Sufi.</i>” One of the men said when Sadiq tried to free him from fight.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Sadiq went away. How could somone know that he told a lie? A lie, which had been compensated with deeds of goodness. How could someone doubt his whole life as impure because of one wrong deed? He walked back to his home. Before he could knock at door, he heard Faiqa’s voice from inside.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Can you believe it, Sara? A man depicting himself so close to God ends upon a filthy liar?” Faiqa was saying.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I know Faiqa. I know.” Sara replied.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">A tear followed by a flood of others flowed from Sadiq’s eyes. He couldn’t believe that his own sister could do such a thing to him. His dignity was now no more.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;">“I promise by God that I didn’t speak that lie with intention.” These were the last words escaping the mouth of Sadiq, before his untimely death. He left a leeter before hi died. Faiqa readd it an hour or two after Sadiq’s death.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in; text-align: center;">“If only this was done by a stranger, I would not have suffered a lot. It all started from my home. When home becomes grave, life becomes death; and when close ones become strangers, the dead ones become a family. I died not for what I have done, but for what I bore.”</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;">After reading this last letter, Faiqa had no effect on herself. She was never a sister for Sadiq. She engraved the sentence of entire life on the tombstone of Sadiq’s grave.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in; text-align: center;">“Here lies one who can even lie for truth.”</div>Jawad Haiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409531877311553614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678316764637107302.post-85317491260550033552011-08-01T07:39:00.002+05:002011-08-01T08:49:16.944+05:00Books<blockquote><span style="letter-spacing: 0.25pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><b>I cannot live without books. (Thomas Jefferson)</b></span></span> </blockquote><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.25pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Books are water for mind. Fortunately, everyone wants water, without which life would never exist. Without books, one is living a lifeless life.Though living without books seems simple and normal, but there lies an inner part that strives for books' hunger. Only a book has caused revolutions in people's lives. A society saturated with the need of book is the society that shines with the beauty of progress. Books are the gates that open into the city of knowledge. A hand holding a book is ensuring the better future of its possessor.<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.25pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">When we leaf through the pages full of quotes of famous authors, we come to know that all read books before writing a book. When you buy a book, you actually don't buy a book, you achieve whole secret of life. When you hold a book, you are actually holding life in your hands. </span> </span><br />
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.25pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 26pt; letter-spacing: 0.25pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></div>Jawad Haiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409531877311553614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678316764637107302.post-65724224542242332862011-07-31T17:41:00.000+05:002011-07-31T17:41:52.310+05:00Lie TruthAll those truths accompanied by uncontrollable laughter surely have a lie in them.Jawad Haiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409531877311553614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678316764637107302.post-38479778792289969592011-07-30T08:18:00.000+05:002011-07-30T08:18:25.191+05:00A Paragraph From My NovelCurrently, I have written a novel and I am composing it these days. I thought of sharing a little with the visitors on my blog. Well, I have chosen only a small paragraph which is copied below. I hope everyone would love to read it. If there is some suggestion or anything, do comment (comments are highly appreciated by me) :)<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: left; text-autospace: none; unicode-bidi: embed;"><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">After a wait of several seconds, a jet of blue light came from the watch, fizzled, and started revolving us at a great speed, giving us a relaxation and a cold mist, which we breathed while in the cage of light––a cage of a luxurious life. A thick fog came from my right side, snoozed, and interfered with our vision and sense of olfaction for a small interval of time. The jet of blue light bolted away beneath my shoes, leaving us alone and locked in the whiteness of the fogged world's cage from where I was unable to move and was like a lame floating in the dilute air of the nowhere world. My right hand was glued hard with the old man's hand that seemed to be unaffected by the atmosphere surrounding us. I was going higher and higher, having no signs of a ground or floor beneath my shoes. I was like a helpless reactant going through a chemical reaction. Slowly and gradually the fog started to fade and we landed on a soft ground which felt like sand. Soon, the fog vanished away, showing a red hot desert in front of us.</span></blockquote></div>Jawad Haiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409531877311553614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678316764637107302.post-85047784438682672732011-07-30T08:12:00.001+05:002011-07-30T08:12:30.247+05:00LoveI was seeking death,<br />
When you said, "goodbye"<br />
I came back to life<br />
When you mourned on my grave.Jawad Haiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409531877311553614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678316764637107302.post-75683685902271480152011-07-27T22:49:00.002+05:002011-07-28T00:21:44.640+05:00Life After DeathA person doesn't believes in life after death. What does he assume the happenings after death?Jawad Haiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409531877311553614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678316764637107302.post-42618271406235684092011-07-25T14:11:00.005+05:002011-08-01T08:36:05.184+05:00A Trip To Murree<div style="text-align: center;">It is said that whenever the state of boredom is exploding inside ones mind, he must travel and look the beauty of nature. *SIGHS* I also experienced such humdrum. Just in the beginning of June, I was being crushed under the teeth of exams and also, at the end of June, I was again trapped in its cage again. So, when July showed its resplendent face, our family decided to go to Murree (An eye-catching place at high altitude in Pakistan.)</div><br />
<blockquote>The world is a book and those who do not travel read only a page. <span style="font-weight: bold;">(SAINT AUGUSTINE)</span></blockquote><br />
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First, we decided to go to Taxila Cantt where my uncle lived. On our way, we stopped at Rohtas Fort in Jehlum. Its history goes to Sher Shah Suri. He was a mughal emperor and constructed it. It was indeed a beautiful place.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rohtas Fort</td></tr>
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Well, that's me in the picture and that historical building standing behind me is a gate of Rohtas Fort. We also went in that gate. The picture shown below has a little close view.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Clear View</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div><div>Sher Shah Suri had a commander, named 'Man Singh". Sher Shah Suri made him a place to live in this fort. That home is broken away but some of it is still present. It's picture is shown below.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">House of Man Singh In Rohtas Fort</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I went in there. Some people had written strange things on the walls. A balcony-like place was also made there. Fresh air came in and was quite refreshing.<br />
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In the above picture, you can see that some part of the house is missing. I hope it was broken by environmental changes. After enjoying this, we went to a place we called the helipad of Sher Shah Suri because the top part of it resembled much like a helipad..... lol.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">HELIPAD :)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>After this, we just walked about here and there. Some pictures taken during this wandering phase are shown below.<br />
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In the meanwhile, it started raining. We ran in our cars and went to Texila Cantt in our uncle's home. It was only a night stay there. The next day, we went to Murree. There on express way, we stopped for a moment and ate maize. It was very tasty! The scenery was quite delightsome. We went to our rest house. Our neighbours were quite silent but we were like being noisy neighbours for them.They would be desiring a sound proofing wall :) We rested for a while and then went to mall road at evening. The next day, we went to nathia gali, ayubia and kalabagh. All the pictures are below.<br />
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Even if you have done a work never witnessed by sun,<br />
Patience is the best weapon you can use<br />
To kill the doubts and never to loose.<br />
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Always talk when it's the time to talk;<br />
Always see whether it's light or dark.<br />
You have read, "Look before you leap."<br />
For the abyss of problems is very deep.<br />
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<i>By Jawad Haider</i>Jawad Haiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409531877311553614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678316764637107302.post-80172531844185004102011-01-05T22:35:00.001+05:002011-01-05T22:38:57.047+05:00Writing Of GodI have heard many people saying that God made the nature brilliant, indispensable and transcendent. But when ask them to express their views in words, they refuse and say that language of God is difficult to elaborate. I must say that to understand the greatness of God, it is sine qua non to understand his beauty. People can express the difficult thought into simple words. <br />
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I can elaborate that nature is the hand writing of God which is very difficult, but important too. For example, a doctor's writing is difficult to understand but it may contain information about the life and death of a person. Similarly, writing of God contains an extraordinary and eminent beauty.Jawad Haiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409531877311553614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678316764637107302.post-24266483585122028132011-01-05T17:27:00.000+05:002011-01-05T17:27:25.903+05:00FriendshipAlways get the company of your friends when you are angry. Because when the magma cools, it makes the soil more fertile.Jawad Haiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409531877311553614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678316764637107302.post-34266736136690914522011-01-05T17:23:00.000+05:002011-01-05T17:23:57.408+05:00Wise MenWise men decide to talk when no one wishes to listen.Jawad Haiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409531877311553614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678316764637107302.post-4270046088955131532011-01-05T17:21:00.002+05:002011-01-05T17:21:44.874+05:00Breaking A HeartNever break someone's heart, for when you do this, you are like making a glass shatter into small pieces which can never be joined again.Jawad Haiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409531877311553614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678316764637107302.post-89791712140884082012011-01-05T17:20:00.003+05:002011-01-07T22:41:26.212+05:00DreamerI am a dreamer, living in the reality of dreams.Jawad Haiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409531877311553614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678316764637107302.post-50005613933604720562011-01-05T17:19:00.000+05:002011-01-05T17:19:13.885+05:00WordsYour words are crumbs falling from the feast of your knowledge. Give these to those who are hungry for a little of these.Jawad Haiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409531877311553614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678316764637107302.post-1276899495517411432011-01-04T23:47:00.000+05:002011-01-04T23:47:54.333+05:00I HopeI am trying to make my blog better and more interesting. I hope that I shall succeed. I have a hope that God will help me because I once heard a maxim:<br />
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<blockquote><b><i>"What God does, he does well."</i></b></blockquote><br />
If you have any suggestions, any criticism, do share it. Jawad Haiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409531877311553614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678316764637107302.post-45853436678717631552011-01-04T23:19:00.000+05:002011-01-04T23:19:24.755+05:00Illusion Of Free WillIn my view, the free will of a man is not controlled by himself. It's the consequences of nature which make him do such things. A man is never freely able to do something on his own. The natural power is provided to him to do such thing. <b>Scott Adams </b>said:<br />
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<blockquote><b><i>"Free will is an illusion. People always choose the perceived path of greatest pleasure."</i></b></blockquote><br />
A man has never been a free agent from his birth to death. For example, his daily opinions are based on his personal experience and education which is provided to him by the nature. If he was given a free will, he would be there lying on the floor after jumping from a window on the 6th floor of a building. If he had the right for a free will, he could do anything, whether it was for his welfare or not.<br />
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For another example, when we turn a T.V on, we say, "The T.V is working." But actually, if we think deep, it is working because we made it to do this. It is working because of the different parts present in it. It doesn't work on its will. We are the same. <b>Jawaharlal Nehru </b>said:<br />
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<blockquote><b><i>"Life is like a game of cards. The hand you are dealt is determinism; the way you play it is a free will."</i></b></blockquote>Jawad Haiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409531877311553614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678316764637107302.post-68882491476613221202011-01-03T22:35:00.002+05:002011-01-03T22:35:31.965+05:00Getting The ImpossiblesIt's easy to grasp the shadows but others might think otherwise to go in the direction of those who are seeking the truth but they always doubt those who have found it.Jawad Haiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409531877311553614noreply@blogger.com0