Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled a prosperous country. One day, he went for a trip to some distant areas of his country. When he was back to his palace, he complained that his feet were very painful, because it was the first time that he went for such a long … Continue reading Rumi Parables: DON’T CHANGE THE WORLD
What is it to know something of God? Burn inside that presence. Burn up. Copper melts in the healing elixir. So melt yourself in the mixture that sustains existence.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, … Continue reading Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day? by William Shakespeare
Rano kept visiting Momal every night and their feelings for each other kept growing. Though it was quite a distance between the two palaces, his journey was shortened as if by magic.
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like … Continue reading Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
She told her three children that finally after 10 years her family accepted their love marriage.
In Pakistan, Shia genocide is the easiest and most possible diversion that is used to mitigate the disorder.
the divide , the chaos, It all started here, because of this great perjury.
In the Qur'an, in a passage describing the annunciation to the Blessed Virgin Mary, Jesus ('a) is described as a Word from God: O Mary! Verily Allah gives you the glad tidings of a Word from Him; his name is the Messiah, Jesus son of Mary, eminent in this world, and in the Hereafter of those … Continue reading Shia narrative about Jesus Christ
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more.” Ah, … Continue reading The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
The assassination of Mohsen Fakhrizadeh may not much have impact on the Iranian nuclear programme, but it will certainly make it harder to salvage the deal intended to restrict it. The killing of Iranian scientist Mohsen Fakhrizadeh has once again fueled hostilities in the Middle East when Iran needs to restore diplomacy with the United States and … Continue reading Fakhrizadeh’s killing: unnerving test for Iran
On masculinity, grief, and learning from suffering.What I Want to Know of Kindness — Longreads
Close to half of PhD students are contemplating leaving their studies in the next six months. We need to talk about quitting with kindness and empathy – and some people just need to stop being assholes.How NOT to be an academic asshole during Covid. — The Thesis Whisperer
How a trans woman found the surgery that could restore her sense of self.There She Goes: How to ‘Feminize’ a Face — Longreads
“But all this world is like a tale we hear - Men's evil, and their glory, disappear.” The Book of Kings
By Kirsten Voris I was going to let this anniversary go unacknowledged. I must have known it was a big deal. I wrote it in my calendar. One year out. July 26th, the day I took the decision to sit down for a specific amount of time, on specific days every week, to write. No […]On … Continue reading On Being A Tugboat — BREVITY’s Nonfiction Blog
Death, be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrowDie not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,And soonest our best men with thee do … Continue reading Death, Be Not Proud by John Donne
as if I’ve never been to the Taco Bellon the beach at 9amwith a hooded man seated across from meat a dirty table,waiting for our number to be called—as if I’ve never seen the sandy deck andits walk-up window and wishedfor more ode and less elegy in my life,or written both with nothing but hotContinue … Continue reading Don’t Tell Me to Write More Love Poems — #TBQ
“During the day, MDP Circle is a dreamy little slice of what could be without the tyrannical hand of the state. At night, the police gas and shoot anyone gathered there. The oscillation between joy and terror is exhausting.”Finding Jesus in the Tear Gas — Discover
Written: © Maxima
Despite all cruelties
I am not inclined to believe
that faith is found in the
constant repeating of the dawn
rising above the surrounding mountains.
I’m not given to believe that the sky itself
implies an overwhelming faith nor the answer
for what lies ahead of us.
You imagine scenes that are in vain,
they are pointless
like trying to capture smoke in
a butterfly net.
Let us make a plea, ink a scroll
lack as night butterflies and
be not killers of love but filled
with nights of tenderness,
kisses beneath street lamps.
Come to me gently in the
moon-light bring with you hope
and belief in our love.
Let your childish curiosity languish
in the sincere love that I feel for you
here in my heart.
Written: © Maxima I’m tired of tidying things upScattered around the place, it smells of chaste.Hairpins on the floor,lipstick smeared with the imagination of kissing,Blood agitated,That silent Wildness living in us. All that something and somehow Hidden in the fog,In the dense bushes of memories that creepand eat in theseMoments of drunken loneliness to hurt […]You … Continue reading You gave the most beautiful smiles — Maxima
Written: © Maxima You know, my love,As the time goes byAnd the winter sets inMy only wish isTo keep warmOn the fire of your loveBut you’re far away…Actually, you are not!You’re here with meAnd millions of playful confettiCover usOur lips are oneSpeaking the languageOf hearts in love You know, my love,As the time goes byMore […]I … Continue reading I want birds tweeting — Maxima
Your body is not small. The total surface area of the human lung could be spread to the height of a brachiosaurus. If you want to heal,you must firstfind every bruised place. Your body is not obvious.It sheds forty thousand cellsevery minute,and who knows how many of thosewere the last to rememberthe bruising? Just in […]G2: … Continue reading G2: how to heal — rarasaur
Hey, SE Readers. Joan with you today. In my last post, I wrote about essentials for your author website. Today, let’s talk about engaging with your readers. We work hard to build our blog readership, which we hope will lead to people purchasing our books. There are no hard and fast rules, and you’re probably […]Engaging … Continue reading Engaging With Your Readers — Story Empire
Tiger Tiger, burning bright,In the forests of the night;What immortal hand or eye,Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies.Burnt the fire of thine eyes?On what wings dare he aspire?What the hand, dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art,Could twist the sinews of thy heart?And when thy heart began … Continue reading The Tiger by William Blake
When I consider how my light is spentEre half my days in this dark world and wide,And that one talent which is death to hideLodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bentTo serve therewith my Maker, and presentMy true account, lest he returning chide,“Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”I fondly ask. But Patience, to … Continue reading On His Blindness by John Milton
Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) is the supreme example of a family man. He was a loving husband, an affectionate father, and a doting grandfather. As long as the faithful Khadija was alive, he never took another wife. Even later on in life, when he had married several women, he used to cherish the loving memory of … Continue reading Muhammad (PBUH): The Universal Prophet (FINAL EPISODE)
Dear world! till now you have heard or watched the name of Prophet Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) uttered by the fierce illiterate Taliban jihadists carrying a bomb, a staunch Mullah verbalizing his personal desire using the name of the Holy Prophet (PBUH) or by twisted politicians creating a religious divide to fulfill their sinister … Continue reading Beloved Muhammad (PBUH): The Universal Prophet (Part 1)
Just as the human body needs food, clothing and a shelter, so does his soul need ethics and education. A person who is ignorant of the facts of creation, who is not nurtured with moral conducts, and is not void of obnoxious traits is only superficially a human being; he is in fact far away … Continue reading Khulq: The need for ethics in life
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Arrogance is a state of feeling important, feeling that one has a special place. Reality is taken from him and he only uses his imagination. Everyone, in reality, is nothing. Everybody is from dirt and will return to dirt. One's self is also in real need, his life; health and property are not in his … Continue reading The Cure of Arrogance by Imam Ali
The Day of Arbaeen marks forty days after the Day of Ashura, the day Imam Hussain , the son of Imam Ali, was killed in the Battle of Karbala. Imam Hussain was a 7th century revolutionary leader who sacrificed his life for social justice. The Arabic word ‘Arbaeen’ (pronounced Arr-ba-een) translates to forty (i.e. fortieth day). The traditional period of … Continue reading Arbaeen: The journey of love, walk to heaven
Rumi said, “Lose your soul in God’s love… I swear there is no other way.” He held my hand and brought me out of a quagmire that was taking me down the drain. That was the most significant thing I can attribute to the chained Fakir (saint). My grandfather once told me that keep searching … Continue reading Encounter with the Fakir
I woke up at midnight hearing the wailing sound as if somebody is crying in pain. The voice was painful yet attractive. As I started listening carefully the voice grew louder and clearer, I can sense that someone is sitting beside my bed. I hesitated for a moment but seeing the possibility of no presence … Continue reading Djinns: My supernatural housemates
The entire army of loyal devotees of Imam Hussain have laid their lives to glorify the essence and purity of the family of the holy Prophet (PBUH) and negated the ideology and tyranny of Yazid. The battlefield is silent now and the bodies of companions of Imam Hussain can be seen scattered everywhere. Baby Ali … Continue reading Rise of Hussain: The holy head on the Spear
On 10th of Muharram known as Ashur, the Battle of truth against falsehood began.
I permit all of you to go away. You are free to depart without any restriction and should take advantage of the darkness of night.
On Thursday, the 2nd of Islamic month of Muharram 61 A.H. Imam Hussain camped at a place in the region of Naynava called Karbala. On the following day Umar bin Sad bin Abi Waqqas Zohari reached there from Kufa with 4000 soldiers and encamped opposite the camp of Imam Hussain. Sad belonged to the family … Continue reading Rise of Hussain: In the valley of Death
After leaving Makkah, Imam Hussain’s caravan was heading towards Kufa. Kufa was the main military headquarter of Yazid’s caliphate. Imam Hussain’s emissary Muslim was already in the city seeking public allegiance for Hussain. Yazid removed the Governor of Kufa and appointed Abdullah Ibne Zayad as the new governor. Ibne Zayad upon reaching Kufa started mass … Continue reading Rise of Hussain: The story of great Betrayal