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Tonight...

Topic of discussion...

Needs and Wants...

Venue: Away...

8 lies of a mother...

...Someone shared it with me, felt like sharing it with you...


This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we hadn't enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she would say 'Eat this rice, son! I'm not hungry.This was Mother's First Lie.


As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our house; she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could give me a little bit more nutritious food for my growth. Once she had caught just two fish, she would make fish soup. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me and eat what was still left on the bone of the fish I had eaten; My heart was touched when I saw it. Once I gave the other fish to her on my chopstick but she immediately refused it and said, 'Eat this fish, son! I don't really like fish.This was Mother's Second Lie.


Then, in order to fund my education, Mother went to a Match Factory to bring home some used matchboxes which she filled with fresh matchsticks. This helped her get some money to cover our needs. One wintry night I awoke to find Mother filling the matchboxes by candlelight. So I said, 'Mother, go to sleep; it's late: you can continue working tomorrow morning.' Mother smiled and said 'Go to sleep, son! I'm not tired.This was Mother's Third Lie


When I had to sit my Final Examination, Mother accompanied me. After dawn, Mother waited for me for hours in the heat of the sun. When the bell rang, I ran to meet her. Mother embraced me and poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared in a thermos. The tea was not as strong as my Mother's love, Seeing Mother covered with perspiration; I at once gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said 'Drink, son! I'm not thirsty!This was Mother's Fourth Lie.


After Father's death, Mother had to play the role of a single parent. She held on to her former job; she had to fund our needs alone. Our family's life was more complicated. We suffered from starvation. Seeing our family's condition worsening, my kind Uncle who lived near my house came to help us solve our problems big and small. Our other neighbours saw that we were poverty stricken so they often advised my mother to marry again. But Mother refused to remarry saying 'I don't need love.This was Mother's Fifth Lie.


After I had finished my studies and gotten a job, it was time for my old Mother to retire but she carried on going to the market every morning just to sell a few vegetables. I kept sending her money but she was steadfast and even sent the money back to me. She said, 'I have enough money.' That was Mother's Sixth Lie


I continued my part-time studies for my Master's Degree. Funded by the American Corporation for which I worked, I succeeded in my studies. With a big jump in my salary, I decided to bring Mother to enjoy life in America but Mother didn't want to bother her son; she said to me 'I'm not used to high living.That was Mother's Seventh Lie


In her dotage, Mother was attacked by cancer and had to be hospitalized. Now living far across the ocean, I went home to visit Mother who was bedridden after an operation. Mother tried to smile but I was heartbroken because she was so thin and feeble but Mother said, 'Don't cry, son! I'm not in pain.That was Mother's Eighth Lie.


Telling me this, her eighth lie, she died. YES, MOTHER WAS AN ANGEL!

M - O - T - H - E - R

'M' is for the Million things she gave me,
'O' means Only that she's growing old,
'T' is for the Tears she shed to save me,
'H' is for her Heart of gold,
'E' is for her Eyes with love-light shining in them,
'R' means Right, and right she'll always be,





Put them all together, they spell 'MOTHER' a word that means the world to me. For those of you who are lucky to be still blessed with your Mom's presence on Earth, this story is beautiful. For those who aren't so blessed, this is even more beautiful

A dog is better than me.....

Intense pain would have raised in anyone's heart at the scene of that angry master hitting the dog very hard. The dog could have responded by biting the master BUT he didn't. The silent look in the dog's wet eyes can't be expressed in words. A look of sincerity which penetrates through the depth of soul, which might make the most cruel person cry. Motionless with a bowed head, a body language of the most obedient servant, who is ready to serve his master, obey every order and even give it's life for him, no matter how many times he hit it.

WHY ???

Because the master had given him food for few days.

How could have anyone controlled his tears when at one call the dog placed his head in his masters feet, ignoring what he did to him earlier.

And how many times do we place our head infront of our master after 5 calls a day, who doesn't even disgrace us the way that dog was disgraced. Instead HE says that after you do severe disobedience in everyway, if you walk towards me I run towards you.

HE keep feeding us even if we are disobedient to him, but he waits for us to repent, so that we may realize that He has blessed us with unimagineable blessings. He promises that I forgive all your pasts sins if you repent only ONCE sincerely from heart with an intention of not repeating them.

The dog shows his loyalty by guarding his masters house all night, but we don't show loyalty by guarding "ourselves" from sins which doesn't give benefit to our master but to ourself.

That dog better than US in terms of thankfulness, who's sincerity and obedience is only because of food and we have infinite reasons to show respect to our parents and our Allah through obedience in a REAL way....

Mujhe tum yaad aate ho...

Mujhe tum yaad aate ho...
Kahin baarish baras jaye...
Kahin sehra taras jaye...
Kahin kaali ghata utre...
Kahin baad-e-saba thehre...
Tumhare aur mere darmiyan...
Aa kar khuda thehre...
To meri zindagi ke awwal-o-aakhir...
Tum is lamhe...
Khuda kay baad aa'tay ho...

Mujhe tum yaad aate ho... :(

Zebra...

I was wondering, what colour is Zebra?
Is it black with white stripes on it?
or is it white with black stripes on it?

Im still wondering....

Just for the record...

I write this blog from my phone. Dont have enough time on my hands to use this from my pc.
For some odd and God knows what reasons i cant upload any pics on this blog. What the heck. No wonder this page is so boring.

Business Rivalry: Time to play the Game...

My lil town is witnessing a huge influx of Pakistanis everyday, i see new faces everyday. Anyways! Let me tell u how business works here, an asian is not allowed to open up a shop next to another asian's shop. These new faces broke this rule and opened a shop next to my dad's, last year. We ignored, keeping in mind that Allah gives rizq. We opened another shop for my cousin mani, now just yesterday i saw a new building being erected just a street away from our shop. The shop im talking about is in black neighbourhood. If those guys successfully build their shop our sales are gonna decrease. Its crystal clear that those guys are messing with us, last year they have done the same. Its time to play the Game, either they get their arse kicked outta this town or make peaceful business. Needs alot of time to think but its do or die situation. Where my thugs at? Yo! I used to be a lil nigger at school, role model of many and i still am the most famous chap in this city. Gone are the days when on my one call the whole school used to stand up. I posses hidden but cunning leadership qualities.

testing

..

If i fail...

If in my quest to achieve my goals
I stumble or crumble and lose my soul
Those that knew me would easily co-sign
There was never life as hard as mine
No love-no money-no chance and no guide
I only follow my voice inside
if it guides me wrong and I do not win
I'll learn from mistakes and try to achieve again...

Sometimes i cry...

Sometimes when I'm alone
I Cry
Cause I am on my own
The tears I cry are bitter and warm
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn
I find it difficult to carry on
If I had an ear to confiding
I would cry among my treasured friend
but who do you know that stops that long
to help another carry on
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by
Then to stop and see what makes one cry
so painful and sad
And sometimes...
I Cry
and no one cares about why...

Ami: my nickname?

Funny, eh? I dont know what has got into people in my area, all of freaking sudden they've started calling me, Amy, Ami, Aami. I remember my teachers back in Cathedral School calling me with that name, but that was about 10 years ago. I also remember my neighbours addressing me by this name, but that was also many years ago. I remember some of my old online friends still refer to me as ami or ammi. But i think this sounds cute. I know little bit of french and ammie in french means beloved.
Other crazy nicknames i still have are The Game and King.

Pakistan

Oh man!!! what is my beautiful country turning into? Bomb blasts are so common and heard now and then.
People were crying about Musharraf and chanting slogons like go musharraf go, he is gone and i knew that the situation will be worst, people rejoiced and celebrated, dont you think that we Pakistanis always need a reason to celebrate? When Nawaz Shareef (in 1999) left, people celebrated, when Musharraf came, people celebrated. When PPP won (2008), people celebrated. All we ever do is celebrate. Pakistan was better, having mush its president then this crook zOrdari, who's always grinning, toothy decoit. Zardari cant even address our nation properly, he cant even speak and write properly, he is not fit enough to be out president. Bottom line is Pakistan is not united, its a dog-eat-dog world, sindhis against punjabis, balochis against pathans, mullah's against our youth's lifestyle, BUT please, the Quicker the better, before Pakistan turns into another Iraq and breaks into pieces, sindhistan, punjabistan, balochistan, pathanistan, etc, shun your differences, unit together and accept Mr. Zardari as President of Pakistan for the next 5 years InshAllah.

Pakistan Paindabad.

My hands...

A squash racket in my hands is worth about $5.
A squash racket in Jhangir Khan's hands is worth about $1 million.

It depends whose hands it's in.

A cricket ball in my hands is worth about $6.
A cricket ball in Imran Khan's hands is worth about $10 million.

It depends whose hands it's in.

A rod in my hands will keep away some wild animals. A rod in Hazrat Musa's (a.s) hands will part the mighty sea.

It depends whose hands it's in.


Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in my hands is a couple of fish sandwiches.

Two fish and 5 loaves in Allah's hands will feed Infinite living things.

It depends whose hands it's in.


As you see now it depends whose hands it's in.
So put your concerns, your worries, your fears your hopes, your dreams, your families and your relationships in Allah's hands because it depends whose hands it's in...

Matchbox in my pocket...

Inspired from Muhammad Ali (boxer)'s idea. Living in a sinful world, where its almost impossible to stay away from evil deeds. So now, i always keep a match box in my pocket. If I feel like committing sin, looking at a girl with a bad intention, feel like lying, swearing, hurting someone or anything like that, I burn a match stick and put it on my skin. It feels like Ooooh....that hurts, and then comes a thought im my mind, how would I feel when my whole body would be burning in the fire of hell (infinite times hotter in intensity) for committing such sins. It certainly is not worth it. May Allah ta'ala save us all from sins and lead us on the right path. I have realised that there is no use of committing a sin. We commit sins to cheer ourselves, to enjoy, to make us feel great, to make us feel happy but on the other hand our creater gets really angry. We make big claims like, we can do this for Allah, we can sacrifice for Islam, bla , bla, we dont really mean it. We claim to be strong, but in my eyez this is not power, power is when you stare at a girl's body and immediately lower your gaze for Allah's sake, power is when you feed a hungry, power is to forgive and ask for forgiveness from others., power is when you are capable of doing something bad but you overcome n control your nafs. I admit i had little bad habits in me, that had become my routine e.g short temper. But then i started to keep a match box or a lighter in my pocket, whenever i craved or felt like im about to lie, swear, lose my temper, etc i thought of hell's fire and the matches in my pocket.

Ammar vs World (crazy dialogues)

Guy (who wasnt fasting, offered me popcorns while knowing that im fasting): how about some fresh popcorns, tasty.
Ammar: Nah, thanx i'll be patience and wait for my popcorns in jannat.

Guy (who owed me money but wouldnt pay back n was still suffering)
Ammar: You know why im still happy n not suffering even though i dont owe anyone, its because i have a big heart.

100 things you never wanted to know about me..

100. I was born on a saturday.

99. I got 12 beauty spots clearly visible on my face.

98. I stand almost 6 feet tall.

97. I got 6-pack.

96. I got very long and girly eyelashes.

95. Im very short-tempered.

94. I've never lost my temper infront of anyone.

93. People who know me often wonder, do i ever get angry.

92. Im always smiling most of time.

91. You might never see me frowning.

90. I love staring at the mirror.

89. I love talking to myself.

88. My best friend is my mother.

87. Im very shy but i try to hide it.

86. I've been addicted to computers since 1998.

85. Noone has ever spelled or pronounced my name correctly for the first time.

84. I can fake almost every accent in seconds.

83. I was the only muslim n asian learner at my high school.

82. Im skinny.

81. But i played rugby.

80. I've been driving cars since i was 13.

79. But have never met an accident. Alhamdulillah.

78. I can try to communicate in 18 different languages.

77. I know sign language.

76. I've been learning chinese for many years but failed.

75. I wanted to be world famous but now i want to keep a low-profile.

74. Im addicted to chocolates.

73. My favourite chocolate is Flake.

72. The only Bush i trust is my own.

71. When days are dark, friends are few.

70. I dont have friends.

69. I think friends are not needed.

68. Im a loner.

67. I believe in love at first sight.

66. I never believed in love before 12-04-2008

65. I own 2 dogs.

64. I love animals and now plants too.

63. I hate showing off and hate those people who show-off.

62. I've traveled to 8 countries.

61. I got engaged on 12 April 2008.

60. I've never wore jewelry, watch, rings, necklaces, etc.

59. I can be your best friend.

58. Yet i can be your worst nightmare.

57. Im one-hand push up champion.

56. A status i achieved after 3 years of hardwork.

55. I love kids.

54. Im against racism.

53. I learned nothing at school.

52. I learned everything on my own.

51. Im a self-made man.

50. Im against the abuse of animals.

49. Im a professional chef.

48. I try my best to avoid arguments.

47. I dont fight by hands.

46. I fight by mind.

45. My favourite animal is cheetah.

44. I believe that dreams are as important as reality.

43. I think you are getting bored reading this.

42. I loved reading about tyrants, mainly Adolph Hitler.

41. My classmates used to call me 'walking encyclopedia'.

40. I think im a loser in life.

39. I hate watching t.v.

38. I've stopped watching Bollywood movies because of the way they are destroying and spoiling our nation and youth, with an exception of Nana. But our people are too blind too realise that.

37. Im very patriotic and proud of being a Pakistani.

36. I used to be a rapper and sing 2pac songs.

35. I think 2pac is dead.

34. I think wanna-bes need to get a life.

33. I think girls with alot of make-up are annoying and look unattractive.

32. I believe the judgement day is very near.

31. I believe suicide bombers are not muslims.

30. A muslim would never kill an innocent being.

29. I can write with both hands.

28. I always end up mixing business with pleasure.

27. I look at the world from my own view, from my own angle.

26. Im deeply inlove with someone.

25. She knows who she is.

24. My mother wanted me to be a doctor when i was 9.

...MORE TO COME SOON....

One of the greatest dreamz...

Im a day dreamer but i do dream at night just like my fellow humans. So on 17th september 2008 i dreamed one of best things. I saw Maulana Tariq Jamil, one of the greatest living Islamic scholars and lecturers. His bayaans are changing my life so rapidly and has already changed the life of millions of people e.g Junaid Jamshed, Saeed Anwar, etc. It was a wonderful dream and i had a great feeling after waking up. He was a great personality after Hazrat Yousuf (A.S) that i dreamt about. It was not a vision, i had clearly seen and felt Hazrat Yousuf (A.S) in a dream few years back. Subhan'Allah.

New shop, Ramadan and sleeping disorders

...RAMADAN.MUBARAK...
Alhamdulillah! By Allah's grace the new shop opened on 5th september. Kick my butt for not updating my blog but i was really busy. The shop is already very successful, the very 1st day it broke the record of the other 2 shops.. Hence, successful but no time to rest. Got to wake up at 3:30am because of Ramadan, then off to shop at 6, the shop usually closes off at 10am sometimes even late. So during most days i sleep for about 3 hours. I think im suffering from depression. Eating disorders, sleeping disorders, stress, chores, problems, headaches, taking things on my heart, etc its no surprise im depressed. On the other hand, Ramadan isnt going well, Sana says i must always thank Allah but thats what i always do.