They Die, We Talk
On the current suicides and suicidal attempts by our fellow country men. People who are just like us...
Orya Maqbool Jan's harf e raaz
Orya Maqbool Jan's harf e raaz
Speed-breakers
I have been thinking of resuming writing for quite some time now and today I finally mustered up the courage to visit the 'create post' page of my blog. I feel a certain anxiety knocking down my senses at the moment. Writing used to come so naturally once and now it comes with effort. What is good about it is that it is still has not abandoned me altogether. Like old friends, who have all gone about their ways, it still, at times, comes back and reminds me of the connection we once shared. All good things eventually come to an end - I just hope that does not happen with me and writing, at least not until this transient life comes to an end... What prompted me to write down this post after such a long time is my recent meeting with one of my teachers, with whom I had absolutely lost contact during the last five years. Life is very demanding. Its phases, very complicated. The responsibilities it encumbers us with, endless... زندگی تیرے تعاقب میں یہ لوگ اتنا چلتے ہی...
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I read some individual weblogs and go through some public forums occasionally and in spare time. The ray of dismay begins surmounting reverie of young generation forming a better society. Most important for them seems discussing individual happiness, personal problems and opposite gender relationships. Everybody seems satisfied living inside a castle of individualism. None is troubled by society issues like hunger, inflation, degrading of human values etc.
I am grateful to you, for keeping my candle of faith lit.
Poverty is a tertiary reason for suicides. Missing a heart to feel your ache and absence of hope that things can get better are the key motives.
May Allah protect our society, Amin.