Vision - the missing ingredient

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So yesterday I found out that one of my greatest teachers was on a short visit to Pakistan. Met him in the department today and there are a number of things that I would like to record here - the words of wisdom - from the conversation some students (including me) had with him. I shall not be quoting the context in which these words were uttered by him because as always all his discourse is meaningful in itself, mashaAllah... So here I go...
 جب ملاح یہ سمجھنے لگے کہ  کشتی کو وہ خود چلا رہا ہے تو یہ صورت حال خطرناک ہے... تمام معاملات خود بخود ٹھیک ہو جاتے ہیں جب ملاح یہ سوچے کہ کشتی، پانی اور ہوا سب الله کی طرف سے ہے...
Another one...

ہمارے ہاں مسئلہ صرف مقصد اور vision کا ہے ... وسائل کا نہیں... جب مقصد مل جائے تو وسائل خود بخود پیدا ہو جاتے ہیں ...

Comments

Mohammad Zafar said…
Assalamu a'laikum,

Jazakillah for sharing..

But could you please use the urdu fonts a bit bigger...couldn't understand the second one...

"Hamaare yahaan masalaa sirf ????? aur vision ka hai..vasail ka nahi..jab ???? mil jaaye to vasaayil khud bakhud paida ho jaate hain"
11:58 AM
Naeema Akram-Jehanzeb said…
Sorry about the font! Have made the necessary changes. Jazaakumullahu khaira
11:05 AM
M Umer Toor said…
Can i know about the teacher and any of his writings available on net or bookstores?

the second quote is needless to say KEY in advancement of Islamic wordlvew in its relevant academic and practical fields which are secularized...
9:33 PM
Naeema Akram-Jehanzeb said…
Umer:

The answer to your question, unfortunately, is no. We are hoping he would publish himself sometime soon. inshaAllah
9:53 PM
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