Reality

I don't know from where to start so many things happened in these two years that words are not enough to explain it, But when my father passed away i felt i that my roof fell, their was no one by our side our relatives already proved themselves dead, whether mother side or father side both were dead, That time we saw God's existence more clearly. Except ALLAH no one was their for us, my cousins about whom I wrote in my previous blog were only good till childhood , sara appi is the worst person I  heve ever seen she helped us one time that also by her choice, we didnt even ask her for help. and said within three months that we used her, we were not using her and we even said her that we will return her favour, but what she did?  she put allegations on us destroyed our image and made other people enemies in our eyes andmade us enemy in other's eyes. she has manipulative personality she is like a lighter , who can burn entire house in seconds, and Adil is faminine male , no guts  no responsibility nothing,  he dont even has his own brain , he is a donkey who is just loading books on his back nothing else, that books cant even give him common sense, anyway who cares, tables will turn and we will see everyone.

The Lesson of the Unstoppable Teacher: A Tale of Fog, Fire, and Syllabus

I love kneading the dough, the lovely aroma of a sizzling roti and when the slight burning smell rises from the roti while roasting on gas, it resembles with the burning smell of woods and reminds me of my days of school in India, in foggy winters when the smell of burning wood was every where and people used to warm their hands by fire, It was very difficult to see anything because of fog, And everywhere schools were closed only my school was the special school which never used to close whether it was storms or lightening, we still had to go to school and give tests, even the busses used to stop due to fog and many children lived far from school used to get absent because of this, But no one knows that how all subject teachers used to be present in school and finishes big big chapters in one period on that day. And whenever you got absent thinking that their will be no one in school because of the fog. The next day you realize half of the syllabus was completed when you were absent.

A Glimpse of Green: Life's Quiet Resilience

 Today I was lying on my bed, and was leaning my legs against the glass window which covers the whole wall. Looking the blue sky being too bright due to  sun rays and wondering what to do, Then I my mother's voice went into my ears and I got up from the bed and helped her in the kitchen, I knead the dough, then i went out and sat in the balcony watching the green trees which were getting yellow and light green  from the top because of the sun rays, then i looked my plants, they were getting brown, yellow and dusty due to intense heat, and also I did not sprinkle the water on them for many days. So i gave water to the the plants, clean their leaves by sprinkling water on them and put cold water for pigeons in the plastic jar, and then I took my money plant out which i kept inside as it's leaves were turning yellow due to heat, now it's leaves became dark green and big, I sprinkled water on my money plant as well and then what i saw was amazing, which many of us might not notice as it is something in too detail and might be too small or unimportant to notice. That was the drops of water on leaves which were looking like fresh dew drop fallen directly from the sky.

Bareilly Days: Unforgettable Childhood Memories with My Cousins

 Life never reverse back, what is gone is gone, no matter how much You misses it, that's why we should enjoy each moment of our life, sometimes we don't value the most valuable moments of life until we lose them, I remember those days when my summer break starts and the voice of my mother comes to my ear saying we will be going to Bareilly, that were one of the most favourite moments of my life. whole day playing with Adil and Azka,  gossiping with Sara appi and going with her for PTM at her school, so she can flex that she have a blonde cousin, whole day planning with Adil to how to convince my mother (his Moti khallo) to prepare some special dish for us.

 Time passed and sara appi started preparing for medical, now I used to see her whole day studying some weird subjects, the subjects which I don't understand till now, even after finishing my school. Whenever the light goes and everything becomes dark and it becomes impossible to read something, I used to sit with sara appi in her room, hoping that now she can read easily, believing on her words that I shine in dark. And asking her to make promise to do my free check ups after becoming doctor.

 Talking about sara appi, And how can i forget my book warm  cousin Adil, stamp and antique collector,  fan of hot wheel cars and my competitor in steeling my mother's attention, Who used to search horror stories from the weirdest corners of internet and used to narrate us at night, to destroy our sleep, one of those stories was bloody Marry, who used to buy strange stuffs (slime, blood of crab) from shops, Who once took sara appi's new scooty, promising for one round and took 10 round in top speed, and when sara appi stood in the middle of road to stop him, he saw her standing and he turned the scooty around and finally stopped by falling near a ditch, losing Sara appi's favorite key chain which was their on the scooty.

Even today, whenever Mumma makes aaloo ki tikki, I miss that aaloo tikkis which me and Adil used to make at night whenever I went to Bareilly.

Whether it was, lecturing sara appi on wearing boat neck clothes, playing Beyblade with Adil or keeping intentions to steel his  gems pandas which used to come with gems balls. They were one of the best memories of my life, which i miss the most. But the best thing about cousins is no matter how busy or how far you are from each other, these inseparable blood relations are made by Allah (glory be to him). and can not be separated by humans.

 

The Shifting Sands of Empathy: Why We Struggle to Connect in Times of Trouble

       

    It's a familiar scenario, isn't it? When we're grappling with personal struggles and reach out to someone, hoping for a listening ear, we're often met with a blank stare, a dismissive shrug, or that unspoken "so what?"—a clear sign that our problems aren't theirs. Have you ever paused to wonder why people's demeanor shifts so dramatically when we're in pain? Why does empathy seem to vanish when we need it most?

It's not inherently wrong to share someone's burden, to offer a shoulder to cry on, or to lend a hand when we're able. Yet, we frequently encounter this emotional disconnect. Do we mistakenly believe that hardship will never knock on our own doors, that our lives will forever be a smooth, upward trajectory? Life, much like the economy, operates in cycles. After every boom, a recession follows, and similarly, in life, what goes up must eventually come down, and what is down will one day rise again.

If we find ourselves unable to offer practical assistance, the least we can do is provide comfort, a listening ear, or express genuine sorrow for another's plight. Try to step into their shoes, even if just for a moment. It might disrupt the comfortable bubble of our own happiness, but it's crucial to understand that tomorrow, we too could face similar challenges. And when that day comes, we certainly wouldn't wish to be met with the same cold indifference we might have shown others.

However, if you've been a source of empathy for others during your good times, and now find yourself facing an unfeeling, perhaps even cruel, response from those around you during your struggles, remember this: after every sunset, the sun rises again. Difficult times often serve as a crucible, refining us and revealing the true nature of our so-called genuine connections.

Why Aren't We All Bill Gates? Rethinking Hard Work and Fate

  Is Our Future Truly in Our Hands, or Is It All Destiny?

 We've all heard the empowering words "You create your own future." Many of us even believe it, striving daily to carve out the life we envision. But let's be honest, is life really that simple? If sheer hard work were the magic bullet, why do countless laborers and rag pickers, who toil endlessly, remain trapped in poverty? No one works harder than they do.

And if it's about skills or education, why are so many highly qualified doctors, engineers, and other professionals unemployed or struggling financially? Their expertise, supposedly the key to success, often doesn't guarantee prosperity.

Perhaps it's not about how much or how "smart" we work at all. It's all ultimately about destiny? If something is truly meant for you, if it's written in your fate by God,  you'll get it. But if it's not, then no amount of relentless effort, no brilliant strategy, will bring it to fruition.

Think about your own life. How often do things truly go exactly as you planned? Can you genuinely control someone else's behavior, or even dictate the outcome of every situation you face? The answer, more often than not, is no. We’re all striving, working day and night in our own ways. So why aren't we all Bill Gates or Steve Jobs?

This isn't to say effort is meaningless. By all means, work hard, try to pursue your goals, and give your best. But perhaps we need to release the illusion that we, and we alone, can singularly create our future. No one truly can. In the grand scheme of things, only God holds the pen that writes our ultimate story.

The Unspoken Truth: Why We All Chase Gold

 

  

  The Unspoken Truth: Why We All Chase Gold

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It's often said that money can't buy happiness, but let's be real—it certainly buys choices. We see people everyday making compromises, even sacrificing their rights and wrongs, for financial gain. Faces are changed, loyalties shift, all for the sake of money. So why does society often label some as "gold diggers" while subtly condoning the same pursuit in others?

Perhaps those dubbed "gold diggers" aren't inherently greedy; maybe they've simply seen the world for what it is. A harsh reality where money and power often dictate respect and admiration. To a certain extent, aren't we all "gold diggers" in our own ways? Who genuinely desires a life of struggle, sacrificing comforts and dreams of luxury?

Everyone strives for a better life, for the ability to afford a certain standard of living. This pursuit of financial security isn't inherently bad. The crucial distinction lies between the need for money and the lust for money.

Yet, we often witness a disturbing trend: people getting impressed by wealth and power, even to the point of justifying wrongdoings. Why are we so easily swayed by someone's financial status? Do we genuinely believe they'll share their fortunes with us? Unlikely.

It's time to be faithful to our consciences, if we still possess them. Shifting allegiances from those who are financially struggling to those who are well-off simply because of their money is a common, and frankly, shameful act. What if roles reverse? What if the poor and weak of today become the rich and strong of tomorrow? Will you be the first to fawn over them then?

Maintain one face. Cultivate self-respect and dignity. Don't become a commodity, easily bought and sold by the highest bidder. Your worth is far greater than any price tag.