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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.
Dedicated to you Bestie
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.
It loves to carve on its readers’ mind.
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.
Wajeeha Asrar Siddiqui.
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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 🙂
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.
By Kamila Shamsie