Name: Buck / Deer, Age: 6, Class: 1




School: APS, Warsak Road, Peshawar

Last Day at School: 16 December, 2014



On 16 Dec 2014, Khaula Bibi became the youngest victim of the day………the day (amongst many other such days in our history) was made possible due to our months of insensitivity-as-a-nation, years of national-failures, decades of wrong-policies, and lifetimes of collective-insanity.



“Behold! Thou hast one more chance! Strive for immortal glory!”

Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle.

The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.

Ayn Rand


And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

Anais Nin


It is not the critic who counts;
not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled
or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.
The credit belongs to the man
who is actually in the arena,
whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood;
who strives valiantly;
who errs and comes short again and again;
who knows great enthusiasms,
the great devotions;
who spends himself in a worthy cause;
who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement,
and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while
so that his place shall never be
with those timid souls
who know neither victory or defeat.

Theodore Roosevelt


Love the earth and sun and animals,
Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks,
Stand up for the stupid and crazy,
Devote your income and labor to others…
And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

Walt Whitman


Live purely. Be quiet.
Do your work with mastery.
Like the moon, come out
from behind the clouds!



The day will come when, after harnessing space, the winds, the tides and gravitation, we shall harness for God the energies of love. And on that day, for the second time in the history of the world, we shall have discovered fire.

Pierre Teilhard de Chardin


To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury; and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable; and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasion, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony.

William Ellery Channing


Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it
and whispers, ‘Grow, grow.’…..

The Talmud


Masterpiece – 3 [Khwaab to Harf hain.. Khwaab to Noor hain.. Khwaab Suqraat hein.. Khwaab Mansoor hain..]

All men and women are born, live, suffer and die; what distinguishes us one from another is our dreams, whether they be dreams about worldly or unworldly things, and what we do to make them come about… We do not choose to be born. We do not choose our parents. We do not choose our historical epoch, the country of our birth, or the immediate circumstances of our upbringing. We do not, most of us, choose to die; nor do we choose the time and conditions of our death. But within this realm of choicelessness, we do choose how we live.

[Joseph Epstein]


Like everything else, change is related to “love”…

When we love some-one, some-thing, some-space (place) and some-time, that changes us……in and out.

…….and love is something that doesn’t sit back. It changes.





….well, then it all depends on what / whom we love.

Choice-base is wide (….difference also is).

[Allah, Rasoolullah PBUH, people, things, possessions, professions, kids, Muslims, guns, roses, sects, maslaks, associations…]





(……..quite proportionally, “hate” has same effects)


Tail piece:

Q: Shirk kiya hai?

A: Kisi ko Allah jaisi importance / value dena… Allah jaisi jagah pe consider karna… Allah jaisi authority samajhna… Allah jaisi powers ka haamil khayal karna….

[Har kaam ko uskay waqt per karna aur ha cheez ko uski jagah per rakhna adl hai……aur iski zidd zulm hai…]

Dad is always a beloved…

A father is neither an anchor to hold us back, nor a sail to take us there, But a guiding light whose love shows us the way…




A writing that actually brings tears to eyes.
Love of Beloved Dads needs to acknowledged in the same coin. Gul e Nokhaiz has aptly done so. Haq adaa kar diyya.

Bless you, Dad..



hum ne dekhi hai wo ujli saa’at



raat jub shai’r kahaa karti hai


(Good) Old Times…

Someone asked the other day, ‘What was your favourite ‘fast food’ when you were growing up?’
 ‘We didn’t have fast food when I was growing up,’ I informed him.
‘All the food was slow.’
‘C’mon, seriously.. Where did you eat?’
‘It was a place called ‘home,” I explained. !
‘Mum cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn’t like what she put on my plate, I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.’

By this time, the lad was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn’t tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.

But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I’d figured his system could have handled it:

Some parents NEVER owned their own house, wore jeans, set foot on a golf course, travelled out of the country or had a credit card.

My parents never drove me to school. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow).

We didn’t have a television in our house until I was 10.
It was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at 10 pm, after playing the national anthem and epilogue; it came back on the air at about 6 a.m. and there was usually a locally produced news and farm show on, featuring local people…

I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn’t know weren’t already using the line..

Pizzas were not delivered to our home… But milk was.

All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers My brother delivered a newspaper, seven days a week.  He had to get up at 6 AM every morning.

There were no movie ratings because all movies were responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or almost anything offensive.

If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don’t blame me if they bust a gut laughing.
Growing up isn’t what it used to be, is it?

[from Internet]