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Pen of a Thinker, Selection of a Writer, and Dedication to the One Most Inspiring Around 


My dear friend
never lose hope
when the Beloved
sends you away.

If you’re abandoned
if you’re left hopeless
tomorrow for sure
you’ll be called again.

If the door is shut
right in your face
keep waiting with patience
don’t leave right away.

Seeing your patience
your love will soon
summon you with grace
raise you like a champion.

And if all the roads
end up in dead ends
you’ll be shown the secret paths
no one will comprehend.

The beloved I know
will give with no qualms
to a puny ant
the kingdom of Solomon.

My heart has journeyed
many times around the world
but has never found
and will never find
such a Beloved again.

ah I better keep silence
I know this endless love
will surely arrive
for you and you and you.

– Rumi

Dedicated to you Bestie

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Iqbal – Poet, Philosopher, Politician, and The Dreamer


Lab pe aati hai dua ban k tamanna meri… Zindagi Shamma ki sura ho khudaya meri

This is the very first poem I remember Iqbal for, the lines that appeal me most from the primary school age till now are ‘Zindagi ho meri parwaney ki surat Ya Rab! Ilm ki shamma se ho mujhko muhaabat Ya Rab!

Allama Iqbal one of the praiseworthy philosophers, world’s history ever witnessed. Iqbal praised as ‘poet of East’, ‘Revolutionary politician’, and ‘aspiring philosopher’ and many other good and worthy titles. However, I always inspire and admire Iqbal – The Dreamer.

Iqbal used all of his blessings to make a group of people a nation. He used his imaginations to dream, his dares to stand for that dream, his strength to admire others to his dream and courage to make it come true. Iqbal was a poet, lawyer, philosopher, and politician; but above all that Iqbal was the keen dream. The thing that makes him stand out of rest is his devotion to make his dream come true.

We, while pretending ‘being practical’, often lost and overlooked the beauty of imaginations and dreams. We admire people for their success we see but often overlooked to have a high regard for that beautiful dream or absurd imagination that is sole foundation of the success.

When I thought of imaginations, dreams and courage to made dreams come true, the first person I thought of is Iqbal. A man who dreamed for his nation and his virtues made the dream come true. Iqbal should be the inspiration for every Pakistani. Every Pakistani must have an imagination to dream and courage to make it come true and should not let ourselves to die, wander, and distract from their visions, the vision of a better Pakistani, and the vision for a prosperous Pakistan.

‘Nations are born in hearts of poets; they prosper and die in the hands of politicians.’ (Iqbal)

Today, on Iqbal’s 73rd death anniversary lets all us pledge to be a good Muslims, a good Pakistani and above all a very good human. 

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My Pen’s Code of Conduct


Although blogging is just free style writing, but still my pen follows a code of conduct. I believe there should be discipline in way for life, so blogging. Discipline is the key to success; it defines your code of conduct. Here is the code of conduct of pen.

It avoids using superlatives, especially the word ‘GREATEST’ for any person or personality but Almighty Allah. Only He in this universe worth defined as GREATEST.

It gives credit only where it is due.

It writes what my heart feels, not what is appealing to others.

It always writes in way to educate; sometime about things, sometimes happenings and sometime experiences.

In writing, it includes those who I truly care for.

It avoids conspiracies.

It controls it pace to be rude or sometimes brutal.

It cares for others’ feeling, freedom and sentiments.

It resects others’ words, feelings, religions, views and standpoints.

It appreciates critics.

It writes to motivate not for money.

It uses ALWAYS and NEVER with delicate care.

And,

It loves to carve on its readers’ mind.

Dear Blog, I Love You


Dear Blog,

I am writing this to thank you for the honor and readership you given to me. I owe you for all the years you share my words with others. You made me connect to the world; and connect the world to my thoughts, views, and stand points. You always there for me even when I forget to keep you maintained on time.

Dearest blog, you convey my words to others, made be heard even where I could not reach. You take my words beyond border. You widen the horizons of reaching for me. I am thankful to you for all these and much more. You hold the bigger share of all the praises I ever receive and larger credits of what I am today.

I am writing this to appreciate for you for every time you made me speak to the world. To thank you for landing me your spaces for penning down my views. I am happy to have you there, always there for me.

I am thankful to you for all these years. All I want to say you is I love you.

Yours,

Wajeeha Asrar Siddiqui.

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Happy World Book Day


Dear All,

Wajeeha A Siddiqui wishes you all a very Happy World Book Day.

Books have treasure hidden in, the best way is shortest ways to be rich is to read books. Book reading is a nice hobby, an informative pass-time and full of knowledge leisure pursuit. But it saddens me when I see people are lacking in reading habit by every day, students specially. I know many students who even do not read their course books. I’ve heard many saying that book reading is a complete throw away of money and time.

May be for many it could waste of money and time. But for me, books are actually world flourishing on papers, thoughts written in words, feelings fashioned in phrases and times composed in sentences. There is no better time machine than books. There is no time that you can’t travel through books. There is no great person in history you can’t meet by means of books.

Books are, in many ways, just more than a bundle of papers bind with a cover in the bookcase.

If there’s a book you really want to read but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.  ~Toni Morrison

Happy Reading 🙂

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again… :) – George Carlin


This is a master piece. If you have not read it take the time to read it now. If you have read it take time to read it again! GEORGE CARLIN (His wife recently died….)

Isn’t it amazing that George Carlin – comedian of the 70’s and 80’s – could write something so very eloquent…and so very appropriate.

A Message by George Carlin:

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life.

We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things.

We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom.

A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete…

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent.

Remember, to say, ‘I love you’ to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it.

An embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

If you don’t send this to other people….Who cares?

-George Carlin

P. S.  In my all readings, this piece is my first love… 🙂

LAILA: the one thing Qais never live without.


The month my parents married, the Poet wrote his most famous narrative poem, Laila.  Reconfiguring the Laila-Majnu story, the poem centres on Laila, bereft after Qais has been banished from her presence. Unable to endure the thought of a life without him, she seeks out his likeness everywhere – in other men (she is soon regarded as a town whore), in nature (sometimes the wind brushing her neck reminds her of his touch), in art (she risks her life to steal a painting, because a man at the edge of its crowd scene leans forward in a manner suggestive of the angle of Qais’s back of the first he bend to embrace her). But all her attempts to find her Beloved’s exact copy lead only to frustration, so she starts to adopt his manner of speech, his gait, his dress, his expressions in order to keep his characteristics alive. She becomes an outcast, shunned by all of her madness and, driven out of town, she makes her way into forest where Qais has been living – and walks past without seeing him. He watches her go and senses something familiar in her, but is too distracted by composing love poems about Laila to give the matter much thought. Years go by and one day, she meets a young man who greets her by the name ‘Qais’. She realized she has finally succeeded in becoming her Beloved and need never be without him again.  In that moment of triumph she looks into forest pool and sees Qais’s face where her reflection should have been and remembers: the one thing Qais could never live without is Laila.

From:

Broken Verses

By Kamila Shamsie

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