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
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
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
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
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
After seeing death threats and pressure from the governor of his own city Madina, Hussain decided to leave his beloved city with his family members. The caravan consisted of his two sisters i.e. Zainab and Umme Kulsum, wives, brothers, and his children including a six-month-old infant child known as Ali Asghar nephews, housemaids and a … Continue reading Rise of Hussain: The journey to the glory begins
The injustice, intrepidity and impiety of Yazid also penetrated into the Muslim ummah".
After the demise of Imam Ali, the son of Ali and grandson of the Holy Prophet (PBUH) Imam Hassan attained to the caliphate. At this time the Muslim society had assumed a peculiar form. Their strength had been divided almost evenly, and if Imam Hassan had continued fighting against Mu'awiya (the other contender for the … Continue reading Rise of Hussain : Causes behind the great battle (Part 2)
Taking advantage of the lenient state of affairs, the people began to amass wealth and property from the Baytul Mal (public treasury) of the Muslims.
“She’d have less to worry about if she knew none of these things. But if she knew none of these things, I reason, she also wouldn’t know me.” At LitHub, Rachel Beanland explores whether or not family secrets are ever justified.On Family Secrets and How We Deliver Bad News
The story of Muhammad Bin Qasim’s conquest, however, is rife with historical inaccuracies.Arab General Muhammad Bin Qasim conquered Sindh in 712 AD and became another invader termed a superhero for the emotional people of Pakistan.
Pakistan’s legendary poet and thinker Faiz Ahmed Faiz said: Sacrificed be I at the altar of your lanes, my beloved nation, Where the ritual prohibiting ‘the head held high’ prevails Where the votary embarking on pilgrimages Cowers furtively: mutilation of his health and life fears!! Fuhash (obscenity) is perhaps the single most defining, politically used, manipulated, … Continue reading Fuhash (Obscenity): Where the ritual prohibiting ‘the head held high’ prevails
by Emily Dickinson Because I could not stop for Death –He kindly stopped for me –The Carriage held but just Ourselves –And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no hasteAnd I had put awayMy labor and my leisure too,For His Civility – We passed the School, where Children stroveAt Recess – in the Ring … Continue reading Because I could not stop for Death
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,Sylvan historian, who canst thus expressA flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shapeOf deities or mortals, or of both,In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?What mad pursuit? What struggle to … Continue reading Ode on a Grecian Urn by Keats
People around me believe I am a cynical person as nothing around me seems to be fit as per the great divine plan and according to the social structure. They say I have the tendency to scrape the rationality out of every single thing. I can’t disappoint them it isn’t my thing. Let’s talk about … Continue reading Rise of narcissists: The plague that killed poetry
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty dream!For the soul is dead that slumbers,And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest!And the grave is not its goal;Dust thou art, to dust returnest,Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,Is our destined end or way;But … Continue reading A Psalm of Life by Henry Wordsworth Longfellow
It has become a routine matter in our lives every year that we literally sweat for Eid moon sighting. Every year Ramadan starts and ends with confusion. Its actually quite ironic that in this digital age in which there are countries trying to explore the darker areas of space and we the muslims of India … Continue reading The chaotic moon-sighting
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for … Continue reading The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost