Tag Archive: Life

SOLD, by Zana Muhsen

This story has made its place in the unforgettable list of books I’ve read. While I want to try to avoid all the cliché s to describe it, it was truly moving, shocking, and emotionally gripping story of two teenage sisters whose fate was decided by the man of the house.

The two sisters are brought up in Britain. As their Yemeni father starts to question their whereabouts and their freedom, the sisters don’t realize he will go as far as selling them off to his Yemeni friends. Their father and his friends form layers of deception for the two young girls and before they know it, their exotic holiday in Yemen turns out to be lifelong imprisonment in scorching heats of a remote village.

Zana Muhsen and Nadia Muhsen; the older sister is a shade for her young one. Throughout their struggle, Zana makes Nadia dream of the day when they will be free. While Nadia is gentle enough to be walked over by the overpowering men, Zana continues to resist.

This real-life story makes you see a woman’s power which is of pure love, whether it’s for her sister, for her child, for her brother or anyone who gives love in return. It’s a story that shows you a real woman cannot be molded the way an over-powering man wants, if she forgets to fight for herself, she doesn’t forget to fight for her loved ones.

The end isn’t complete, Zana leaves behind Nadia, but she keeps on fighting for her sister and their children. What a complex web of love these women form on their journey of life, that even freedom of their body isn’t enough to quench their thirst, their children become a part of them. They are never whole again without their children.

It’s awkward to call a person’s real-life story, a ‘must-read’ book. While these nightmares are coming in peoples’ lives all around the world, It’s important to connect, to understand and make a change in our mindsets. To bring a better future for those around us and a better place to live.


Postcard Designs: Pakistan

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Thought I’d share my drawings. It’s part of the project to raise funds for Pakistan Floods.

I took the pictures from webcam so quality isn’t so great, but well at least it adds colour.

The picture with children says:” The Brilliance of their eyes, showed eternal light” These children were photograph by Pakistan Youth Alliance’s members who have made several deliveries to the effected areas.

The mother and child photo: “She smiled at the heavens, for sparing the diamonds in her arms.”

The Alchemist

Paulo Coehlo wrote a heart-felt piece! I haven’t read any other of his works. As for this one, it  just made me feel like, everything on earth that is raw has a soul, even though we don’t believe it. We read how every matter has a vibration, or energy. Even solids have minute vibrations. I have read in a religious text (probably Quran) that “everything on earth praises God”, the trees, water, everything which has a mass. It is perhaps this vibration which (for me) proves that everything on Earth praises Him. I made this connection while studying about ‘matter’ in GCSE. And last year, after having a very meaningful crossing on the ferry, observing the sea, I wrote a poem, the sea is alive, the sky is alive, earth is alive (which I will probably publish here). Now after reading this book, it gave alot of weight to my thoughts. Soul of the World. Earth really is alive.

Recently I’ve started underlining meaningful words from the books I read. And this book carried a lot of beautiful thoughts that we could all ponder upon. I hope things are still achievable today, as they were hundreds of years ago. Man had so much more freedom then. Now, with the laws, the unemployment, the suffocating traffic, the strict rules of crossing borders, it feels as if we might be losing our freedom. However it’s true, what makes us really distracted from our destiny is not believing. Faith is the most important asset to destiny.

Here are a few quotes from the book:

“When each day is the same as the next, it’s because people fail to recognize the good things that happen in their lives every day that the sun rises.”

“He never realized that people are capable, at any time in their lives, of doing what they dream of.”

“Whoever you are, or whatever it is that you do, when you really want something, it’s because that desire originated in the soul of the universe. It’s your mission on earth.”

“Everyone, when they are young know what their destiny is.”

“When you possess great treasures within you, and try to tell others of them, seldom are you believed.”

Alif Allah, Daastan e ishq, Allahu

Music of Pakistan. It’s so beautiful, touches my soul , can’t stop listening to it.I’m addicted! LOVE IT! JUST LOVE IT!

Daastan e-ishq

Allah hu

Aik Alif

Breaking News

When the value of life
drops below freezing point
when they march under commands
like brain dead beings

when the sun rises to its peak
but there is feeble light
Dark times ahead
you call the future bright?

when news gives you immunity
violence converted to words
I know not who died
But I know to avoid that herd

like sheep slaughtered for meat
their deaths become statistics
a speech drives the issue further
they argue on who did this

a storm overtook that town
property and lives were lost
with children and women left to drown
poor people, don’t give a toss

I know this country is no more safe
where blasts are heard by a mile
more guns and bullets will calm it down
they say it’ll take a while

some call it war, some collateral damage
I am left to pick the description
it’s clear what happened
blood spilled and battered
yet media makes a vague depiction

there is no law, but many to eat
under powers they confide
foreign pressure, a victim, an oppressor
which town is safe to reside

with masks worn, souls torn
culprits roam undisturbed
it shouldn’t bother me, I’m away from it all
yet ignoring seems absurd

And tomorrow I wake up
with more breaking news,
more souls sold for money
One thing I know, human life is cheap
under evil forms of tyranny.


Carved with mud
Air blown into lungs
Driven by the dogma
Abandoned soul within
Heart plays a melody
Life spreads through my veins
Mind set to unravel creation
Distracted by a chaotic display
Yearning to break the chains
And fly
Invisible wings
built upon me
I would shine on this world
The dream is still alive
But in everyday scenario
People struggle to survive
Ego is sky high
Yet I don’t know why
And where to start
Love and equality
A truth that seldom exists
In the book of God
Dusted under sands of time
Information overload
Religious practice one minute
Material in the other
Determined momentarily
Distracted for days
Temporary jubilation
Prayer keeps me going
Surrounds a stage
A touch of destruction
Desires held strong
Faith held weak
Leaping to catch
A ghostly object
Visit the grave
My right arm crosses
Over my heart
The left crosses over that
I close my eyes
Death can be imagined
A minute later
Heat and suffocation
Pull the covers back down
What am I
An existing form
Till I breathe
Skull and bones
When I die.
What lives on, is not I
Just a flame within me
that would let go
when the heart beats
its final.

Another world

An ordinary girl sat by her room’s window, staring at the star strewn sky. It was magical enough; just staring into the night. She could lose herself into wondering what was beyond those stars. Another being, another creed… secrets she would never know? Could she ever get a glimpse of another world? Maybe better creatures, who lived in harmony. Maybe her soul traveled every night to another dimension. After-all, how did she go to places in her dreams that she never witnessed while awake. How could she form images of anything unseen in her mind?

Like the dream where she flew right above wet grass. It was so fresh she almost smelt the wet earth. The wind swept across face, her eyes watered with the chill the wind brought, but every moment was pleasurable. As her sight met the gap ahead she realized she was flying on top of a mountain. She looked ahead at water gushing down from the mountain ahead. A massive waterfall. Her eyes dared to look down and saw depth of the waters. Suddenly it was all too frightening. The roar of tonnes of water speeding down, smashing into the river far beneath. Grey clouds above her head seemed to bring far more cold than ever before. Was it possible to fly a little higher? Since the thought of falling down became an increasing fear. She reached higher altitude, the waterfall became smaller and smaller, the sight ahead was of more plain grass and hidden wonders. She wanted to explore this new place.

But an external cue woke her up that very minute. A dream was lost, she was back inside the four walls, back to her normal routine, back to the unpleasantness of competition and drama of this world. But what she saw was more overwhelming than all this. Her heart craved to fly to that world again.


I was never a believer

till I glanced out of the window

and I was never a lover

till I peeked closer to creation

I was never a wanderer

till I learnt to change my path

and I was never a meditator

till I looked beyond the skies

my problems couldn’t be more bitter

till I saw them beg for bread

I seeked for the truth

though I couldn’t be addressed

and my hands began to write

before I understood the words

the walls had me confounded

new ways seemed absurd

I joined my hands for prayer

and the burden of defeat was lifted

then the heart played a melody

new life to me was gifted

and everything so ambiguous

became an obvious reason to be

the world seems an open gate

and I learnt the meaning to be free.

Life and I

Most of the times in our life, we forget who we are, where we came from, what are we doing, what is our purpose. Most of the times, our soul gets burried somewhere within us, while  another form takes over us. An artificial form. A restless form. A firece form. Our behaviour changes and our character fulctuates. Common desires arise, ambitions are altered and dreams become selfish. We become prepared to live in this artificial world that was built precicely to delude us from the truth.

It is difficult for a human to stay on the right path, we are easily mislead, we are easily tempted to change our ways for temporary jubilation. We fail to recognize when and where we went wrong, till we become lost, in this jungle of greed and selfishness.

How do you trace your footsteps back to where you started? How do you return to your real self in all this chaos? How do you pull yourself out of this web?

I want to find  a place where i can really relax my mind, where i could hear myself breath, where everything that surrounds me is natural. Where I can meditate my mind, my heart, to find oneness, real peace and happiness in myself. I become my real happiness. I become the one to make a change for the better.

I am on the journey to find myself, the real me.  I hope to arise a greater, stonger person within myself and elevate my soul. One day I will learn the real happiness of life, one day I will be myself again and never let go of it.