I’m contented

I’m contented and relaxed, because I don’t have any desire that can not be fulfilled.

I know my limits that’s why I won’t go astry.

I know what ever I have is blessing of my Allah.

That’s why I’m absolutely contented.

What about you dear human beings, Are you contented?

Little Good Deeds Grow Big

I wasn’t sure that in this little vassal plant could grow

It doesn’t have enough capacity for growing, but the plant want to grow and its consistency turns impossible into possible.

This little vassal has surrendered before its physically feeble companion whose objectives are strong enough to deal with so called impossibility.

This gallant plant and little vassal have turned my attention to the point that I often ignore.

I eagerly want to do something for good. An act of kindness that alleviate the sufferings of human kind.

I make plans at the highest level. Now it’s a mountain which I cannot surmount easily. I would get exhausted at the very beginning of my odyssey.

This plant teaches me how to exhort yourself without getting exhausted.

As the journey of thousand miles begins with one step,then why not I build the castle of my good deeds from a single brick.

We all want children to go to school, get education, successfully get their goals, become honourable in society, and for all that we need to build a great school with all required facilities. The dream come true when our account shows green signal.

Why should I wait for such a long time. We eat when we feel our stomach empty why we don’t wait for a feast.

We can help children education by simply paying fee of a student whose admission would be cancelled.

We can buy student a school bag whose bag is tattered now.

We can do our duty to help student getting admission in university.

We can buy student a pair of shoes whose older ones are not in condition to help him walk in cold weather.

We can buy student a set of stationary who can’t afford buy himself.

We can buy student a note book for new class session.

Why wait for a magnificent hospital building for healing the wounds of those who can’t do themselves.

We can help patient in taking appointment.

We can pay patient bills of his laboratory tests.

We can buy patient medicines he couldn’t afford.

We can drive him to the hospital.

If we can’t do anything, we can surely buy him a single pain killer medicine.

We can help someone to pay a utility bill.

We can remove an obstacle from the road to make walk easier for others.

We can do a lots of simple acts uncountable indeed to provide ease to those who deserve it most.

Never consider your little act worth less, because the worth it brings for those we couldn’t even imagine.

We shilly-shalley in giving wee amount of anything we want to give away, but we’re not aware how it changes their lives.

We need to come out from the castle of day dreaming. we miss chances of little act which provide splendid comfort to our loving human beings.

(I learned that lesson too late, but better late then never)

Don’t stop your self doing little act of kindness, because who knows, the matchstick seems worthless illuminate the heart of most loved creature with everlasting faith in humanity.

Because this is not the line over stone that who being helped will change, most of the time one who is selected to light the candle in dark, will find his heart a different one.

It means little act of kindness changes ourselves and we would think we can change others.

God bless you all.

Thank you so much

The tremendous event of PSL 4 Edition has just been ended with all blessings and glorious victory of QUETTA GLADIATORS.

All Pakistan would fain to all international players who came Pakistan fearlessly and with great amiable gesture.

It’s not mere a cricket event, but a magnificent message of peace has also been given to the entire world by the Mightiest land of Pakistan.

We suffered a lot from the blazings of terror. We lost the lives of loved ones in bringing peace to our mightiest land. We faced untold haterd of world, but we didn’t gave up. We fought and ALHAMDULILLAH we won. Thanks to ALLAH ALMIGHTY.

Once again we thank all of the international players with our heart and soul for coming here and making PSL a big hit.

you not just played, have won our hearts also. You showed great respect to Pakistan, acknowledged our hospitality, gave world a strong message of our unconditional love and peace. Thanks a million

And here comes my favourite team, the winner,

QUETTA GLADIATORS πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‰

All teams are my favourite, but Quetta Gladiators is my all time favourite team. Have been supporting it since the first edition of PSL and finally my team won.

Gladiators outclassed Peshawar Zalmi in both innings.

Thank you so much to all.

We Pakistanis love peace.

We want to share peace.

We deserve peace.

We fight for peace.

We bring peace.

Please love peace 🏳love Pakistan πŸ‡΅πŸ‡°

Promote peace, promote travelling Pakistan.

My cute cats

Having discussed cats with miss Erbasi here I would like to share some of my cat stories.

Kaloo Beta

This is my first cat Kaloo Beta (in urdu beta means son).

Story begins from the sunny afternoon of May 2009. My brother Shehreyar finds something moving near drainage line. He goes there and finds a kitten of 15 days, in moribund condition. He immediately rescues it and brings him home.

That’s how Kaloo Beta became part of our family.

He was in such a crucial condition, he couldn’t even lick milk. We used cotton to feed him. He spent a month in the box,then after he got frightened in stormy night he started sleeping in our room.

He was too innocent, but demanding also. He didn’t have any kind of raw meat. He didn’t like cat food we gave him boiled chicken.

He lived his life as lion. He was good with kittens, albeit never showed mercy who messed up with vulnerable cats.

He died at the age of 5.

Love you Kaloo Beta never will we forget you.

My Menoo

My Menoo is my loved one. Apart from his cuteness and innocence, he tought me a great lesson.

Menoo loved to play and making friends. There were a triangle of friends, Menoo, Manoo, and Gugloo.

When Menoo was a year old,we adopted a kitten of 15 days. We’re worried, how would she survive without mother, but my Menoo kicked the problem out. What he did it was a complete surprise. Menoo accepted that kitten whole heartedly. And became his mother, father, brother, friend. He tought it each and every thing that he learned from his mother. He took great care of it. In fact nobody could do this as he did. That kitten passed away after a month, but Menoo played his part to the best level.

Menoo was too close to me. He loved to sit in my lap while I was reading book. He slept with me. He had his cradle, but when I woke up at night found him in my arm. He went to the eternal world at the age of 2.

Love you Menoo.

My bhula

In Urdu Bhula means innocent.

We named him Bhula, because he looks so innocent,doesn’t he? The most active of all cats, is my Bhula.

He has a super cat attitude. To tell you the truth, he has a soft heart as well.

Following the example Menoo sat he also became father (I think friend is much better). So he became friend of a stray cat we adopted. They spent a good time together. Now a days he plays rival’s role. 😺😸

Best of luck Bhula πŸ‘πŸ˜Ί

Mirzoo

Here comes Mirzoo. No doubt he is as innocent as he looks. This is one with whom Bhula plays rival’s game.

He loves eating sweets specially Berfi and Imarti. (At the end of the post you may view these sweets).

What I’m going to tell you, you might think I’m exaggerating, but this is not like that, he really did so.

He follows Menoo too. A sweetie cat, my brother rescued, he adopted with his heart and soul.

Now a days sweetie enjoying independent life while Mirzoo is busy with Bhula. (As you know for what 😺😸).

Best of luck Mirzoo πŸ‘πŸ˜Ί

I love my cats more than anything I have. These are my precious gems.

(Pictures of Berfi and Imarti)

Berfi

Imarti

These are scrumptious sweets. Must taste when ever you visit Pakistan.

On Giving

What is giving? It’s not as simple as seems to be. Usually we give away a little or suffice amount of money or anything else to destitutes or do charity, but this is not sufficient.

Giving is something beyond our understanding of giving.

We asked to give away not only charity, but from also that God blessed us with.

Whatever we have in ample quantity, plethora of luxuries we have more then our need, is not only ours.

It has a share of those who don’t take care of their possession.

It has a share of those who are not strong enough to guard their possession.

It has a share of those who are too busy to deal with sheaf of notes.

Whatever we have in excess, it indicates that somebody doesn’t have access to what we have in excess.

We’ve been tought to give away the share that’s been in our guardianship.

God selects us for the service of His creatures. Only a few of us get to this noble status.

God gives us more then we need, more then we demand. He gives us what we don’t even ask for. He bestows us the best. Because He loves us.

He wants us to love His creatures. He wants us to share his blessings with other humans.

And sharing is not a piece of cake. It’s matter of your commitment to the beloved God.

Let’s meet Khalil Jibran how he elabrates the beauty of giving;

You give but little when you give of your possessions.

It is when you give of your self that you truly give.

For what are your possessions but things you keep and guard for fear you may need them tomorrow?

And tomorrow, what shell tomorrow bring to the overprudent dog burying bones in the trackless sand as he follows the pilgrims to the holy city?

And what is fear of need but need itself?

Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, thirst that is unquenchable?

There are those who give little of the much, which they have – and they give it for recognition and their hidden desire makes their gifts unwholesome.

And there are those who have little and give it all.

They are believers in life and the bounty of life , and their coffer is never empty.

There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.

And there are those who give and know not pain in giving ,nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue;

They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space.