Do any one care?

Usually my morning start with reading newspaper along with having my breakfast. it is very rare that we get any kind of good news while breaking our whole night fast. latest shock or if I say an expected news which I got today was of  Surver uncle of Shumaila (widow of faheem killed by American spy Raymond Davis) being forced to eat poison tablets by intruders in his own house at Faisalabad Pakistan. Shumaila herself committed suicide earlier because she was sure that justice isn't going to be done to her murdered hubby and sooner or later the convict will be released. according to newspapers shumaila was raised by her above mentioned uncle after death of her parents along with her brother. when shumaila attempted suicide after her hubby's murder, surver was very depressed and he had declared in front of media that if his dead niece didn't got justice and the victim is released despite of all the evidences which are against killer,he will commit suicide too.
                 we Pakistani nation are perhaps one of the greatest surviving nations on the earth at this time. we know we aren't safe on our homeland,we aren't safe even in our homes, any time we might got killed in any suicide attack at any public place including our educational institutions because EXTREMIST think that we are American lobby supporting their kufrana(evil) objectives which we are taught at universities,schools and colleges. we are killed sitting inside warmth of our houses when we are having usual gossip with our family members having our meal with our loved ones sitting by our side and suddenly a drone bless us on our heads and every thing is gone.......this happens because America THINKS that we are terrorist and our little kids are dangerous monsters who will turn in to BIG blasting bombs someday and will explode their kingdom.
          CRIMINALS enter in our houses make us hostage,give us poison and runaway happily because their is no one who ever will get even dirt of their feet. this another murder attempt of relative of faheem(killed by American spy) raises many questions in ones mind. what is going on around us every one knew. only God knows when we will act against it. I think after when all this happens to any one close to us(God saves us from evil hands).

going on

in today's fast paced world our senses are tired and exasperated. we all are in constant race and our home is the place which has become not only our resting place but also our working office. it is the place which helps us relax, spend some time with our
family.our home reflect our self it reflect our personalty our way of living.different peoples keeps their home according to their taste. gardens are an additional factor of our homes.garden give our home  soothing effect to our home and refresh our senses.
                 it is not necessary to have a big empty space in front or behind  of your home, you can utilize small spaces knock and corners by placing different size pots of indoor plants including flowery plants.those plants not only tranquil your mood but also put a good a impression on your visitors, keep them in your dining room your drawing room kitchen and even in your washroom just keeps small points in your mind and juggle the available space and size of pots you are placing.keep some pet repellent plants in your little garden in order to protect them from your  sweet puppy and lovely cat.
                  our home is our comforter,its just like open arms of our mother ready to embarrass us any time.keep it clean and up to date.enjoy your life with your love and your kids.


  

CALL FOR JUSTICE

“Widow of the man killed by an American committed suicide”. All of the media attention is currently focused on Raymond Davis case. The girl who committed suicide spoke her last words to the press that she believes the culprit will be released. I know we receive a huge amount of money from American government in order to boost our economy, where that money goes either God have the information or our government. But does that mean we are now enslaved; they can kill us on our own home land? Pakistan stands as a front line state with America from the onset of so called war against terror. When bush government raised the slogan “with us or against us” after 9/11 attacks, Pakistan was one of the most important allies. What we lost and are still losing because of declaring ourselves on the side of America is as bright as sunlight. They pay our government bundles of dollars in return (read “aid”), but the question arises where that money goes. Perhaps I should lock this subject in some closet and just talk about the monster that killed our men on our land. It is neither new for us nor for American government to kill our people on our own motherland and we are cursed that we got especial government which can’t raise their voice against their master.

 This call for justice is addressed to peoples of America who always raise their voices against the calamities done by their government whether it was when bush declared so called war against terror or is present day situation. The case of innocent people killed is now in your hands. Earlier we lost Dr Afia on the name of justice. She was abused in jails of America and later was sentenced for life in the prison. Now when the culprit is an American why all the rules are suddenly changed. American embassy declared Raymond (or what ever only God and American embassy knew his actual name) as a member of counsel now he becomes an employee of American embassy, they want this culprit back by hook or by crook. Men killed by him are gone but what about those left behind, their family members…

              Pakistan is poor country our economical conditions are critical. Peoples complete their education and start roaming in search of a good job ends up having a job much lower then their educational achievements. Average income ranges from 8000-15000 Pakistani rupees. There is only one person in the family of 8-10 peoples who earn and support the whole family. Can any one tell me what is the future of those families whose sons are brutally murdered by Raymond-or whatever his name is. Who is going to educate their kids? We all know that sooner or later Pakistani government along with American government will invent some flawless plan to give the culprit safe exit to his country. Government of America had already played their card they say that if Raymond is not released immediately they will stop sending us economical aid. They might give the effected families handsome amount of money in the name of compensation and make out of court settlement. But can they give those orphans their fathers back? Can they return the twinkle in the eyes and the zest to live life in their widows, those parents who are busting with tears more often in front of camera remembering their brutally murdered young sons are crying for justice. In my opinion if the gold buried in the caves of Africa or the wealth of whole world is given as compensation the wound created by Davis in their hearts can’t be healed

                  Think once should this man be released who had the audacity to kill innocent people on their own land and runaway. I put this case in your court please do justice.

LEONARDO DA VINCI

                                THE GREAT MAN

Leonardo Da Vinci is one of the greatest men throughout history. His full name is Leonardo Di Serpio Da Vinci. He was born in Vinci a province of Florence Italy. Born on April 15,1452 and died on may 2, 1519. He was illegitimate son of a notary Piero Da vinci and a peasant women caterina.

             Leonardo is mostly famous for his paintings but his expertise poly math, anatomy, geology and botany. He was a great musician, writer, mathematician, cartographer and scientist. He was a writer as well as a sculptor architect.

             Most of his paintings are acclaimed worldwide. MONA LISA is no doubt the most famous painting on the face of earth at the moment , they call it LA GIOCONDA in French which means the laughing one. It is considered that the fame of Mona lisa is because of her mysterious smile, people see the painting and love to judge her smile. The Mona lisa is painted in sfumato style of painting which means to vanish or to hide in to shade. In sfumato style a veil of smoke is created between the subject of painting and the viewer adding some brightness to black areas and hiding some bright areas. Leonardo was master of sfumato style. Painting of Mona lisa is a mere thirty one inches by twenty one inches, smaller even then the posters of her sold worldwide. It is present in Louvre museum Paris. Mona lisa was stolen twice most recently in 1911,two years later it was discovered hidden in the false bottom of a trunk in a Florence hotel room. Leonardo claims it as his finest accomplishment and carried it where ever he travelled.

             THE LAST SUPPER is another master piece of Leonardo. It is a fresco on the wall of Santa Maria Delle grazie in Milan. The decaying fresco portrayed Jesus and his twelve disciples having there final meal before the death of Jesus. The last supper has been subject of many paintings of which fresco made by Leonardo is best known.

           THE VIRTUVIAN MAN is most celebrated sketch of the world. It is also work of Leonardo. He created this master piece in 1487.it is printed everywhere from T shirts to pads of mouse. It consist of a perfect circle and square simultaneously in which is inscribed a nude man stretching his arms and legs. The drawing and text are sometimes called the canon of proportions or some times proportions of man. It is stored in gallrie dell`academia in Venice Italy and like most of paper works it is displayed occasionally.

                        Leonardo`s studies in science is as innovative and impressive as his work in art. He recorded all his experiments in notebooks of about 13000 pages which fuse art and naturalphilosophy(the forerunner of modern sciences).these journals contain some mundane as well as intriguing information. He noted lists of groceries as well as designs for wings and shoes for walking on water. There are compositions of paintings, studies and details of Dropa , studies of faces and emotions, architect designs. He maintained these notebooks while travelling through out his life. These journals are mostly written in mirror-image cursive. His friends distributed many papers from his work of different shapes and sizes between themselves, these papers later found there way to major libraries and museums in the world. Codex Leicester is the only major work of Leonardo in private hands owned by Billgates, displayed only once in a year in many cities of the world.

         Leonardo was a high class renaissance, outstandingly beautiful and was vegetarian. He used to buy caged birds and released them. He was accused for sodomy along with three other young men in 1476. He had no close relationship with women except Isabella d`estate. He made her portrait which is now lost. He is the best painter throughout history only Michelangelo is considered as his rival. According to Helen gardener an art historian `` his mind and personality seems to us super human and the man himself mysterious and remote``. Where as Marco rosi says `` there is much speculation about Leonardo, his vision of the world is essentially logical rather then mysterious and the empirical methods he employed were unusual for his time``.

                Whether he was logical or mysterious we don`t know we just admire this genius and his beautiful paintings of which many are now lost forever.

                        Many have a trade of delusions and false miracles deceiving

                                                            the stupid multitude.

                                           LEONARDO DI VINCI

WHO THE HELL ARE THEY?

From yesterday I am getting calls and messages from unknown numbers. these peoples had made my life like hell. I don't know why some monsters like these thinks that they have the right to ruin the life of others. why don't they just try some thing productive in their leisure times and make themselves count in those who are worth talking about? why don't they just mind their own business? Because of them my mobile is becomming a nightmare for me, when it rings I shudder thinking that it will be a call/message from one of those idiots. I know they doesn't even bother to think once how their activities are effecting the bearers.
       If some one from THEM reads my blog I request them please stop making our lives miserable because this behaviour of yours fits in the category of harassment and I won't tolerate all this to continue. 

The day when she came in my arms for the first time is perhaps one of the most celebrated days of my life. she was very beautiful, more beautiful then my imagination, I used to see her in my dreams all the way long during pregnancy and even before the start of pregnancy. In society I belong the only core duty a wife  can perform after having children is to raise them and do house hold things....can you imagine how boring life could be with such society and so obnoxious peoples surrounded by,,,
             I desperately want to do some thing different, some thing refreshing and new... but but but but......
              why a big BUT always come in our way when we try to do some thing we love....
perhaps I m the luckiest person on earth because God had bestowed me some of his best est things he had given to his creatures......

     MY PARENTS... They are a beacon of life for me which always shows the right path towards the right direction....
      MY HUSBAND... He is the most important and influencing person in my life at this moment. He really helps me to do whatever I WISH.... He is the most lovable person I had ever met.

      MY CHILD,,MY BABY...... I love her so much I think no mom in the world can ever love her baby as much as i do her.... She is happiness of my life.she is very naughty and very intelligent i wish she gets  EVERY THING from her life which ever she desire.....

                            I LOVE YOU ALL
               

It was a foggy night. Road was clear surrounded by thick line of trees from both sides. He was wandering searching for some shelter to sit underneath. Far away a dim light was glistening he increased his pace trying to reach there as soon as possible, he entered in the ground.

                         It was a small hotel the one similar to those on highways for drivers and passengers so as they can warm up and continue there long journey from one city to another. He sat quietly on one of the `charpai` sat on the vast ground outside the hotel. Hotel was almost deserted, a man was sitting behind a big pot aroma of hot refreshing tea was coming out of the pot. He felt craving for cup of tea in order to make his senses work properly. He grabbed the cup from man and returned to the charpai, cold wind of mid December blew creating shiver in his body. He sat down a blur of thoughts was coming in his mind, none of the memories were clear a small indigent house, a beautiful pale faced women with ordinary old cloths, and the child.

                            He recalled the day which was perhaps the happiest day of his life. Kubra his beloved wife was inside the room along with others she was going through labor pains, he was fighting the desire to go inside and take a look on her to pamper her. It was their baby then why just kubra was going through all this while he was standing outside helpless. His heart beat was fastening with every passing second. Suddenly the door opened old women coming out of the room was his neighbor she was a very old lady may be of his mothers age he rushed towards her ``what happened, how is kubra?

Old lady smiled wryly ``patience abdul majeed every thing is alright you have got a baby boy kubra is very happy she is calling you go inside.

There was a burst of emotions and joy all around he was on his knees at once ``thank you god, thanks for every thing``. he entered the room kubra was feeding the baby, she looked tired and weak, a very shinning smile broke through her face when she looked abdul majeed. Everything was so perfect and complete at that time.

          Another blow of wind passed by making atmosphere unbearably cold he was all alone now, again in that small hotel on an uncomfortable charpai, everything was gone warmth of his home, beautiful smile of his wife, his child`s innocent face. A wave of pain squeezed his heart. Drink he was holding in his hands looked like anything except tea. He placed the cup on floor and lie down wrapping his shawl tightly around his cold body. Once again he was lost in those beautiful moments.

        He named his son akbar, after the name of powerful mughal emperor. His mother used to tell him akbar`s tales as bed time stories, in his childhood he desperately wants to be like akbar brave and confident. Well there were also some similarities akbar was illiterate so was he, he was orphan as was akbar.

              He decided to give his son akbar   everything in his life. Abdul majeed was a rikhshaw driver he put all his energy for giving his son education and other necessities of life. After akbar he doesn't  plan for another child, according to him big family means big and divided responsibilities provided his short income he`ll not be able to fulfill all there needs.

          The day when akbar got admission in a private school, not so prestigious but a good one he feels as his son has finally stepped on the path of his destination he was very happy and he shared his excitement with kubra she listened to his plans and smiled calmly ``one day you`ll see kubra my son`ll become a great personality, he`ll have each and every thing I m dreaming of and you will be proud of him ``he kissed the face of his son and akbar in return also kissed him kubra`s smile widened and abdul majeed burst into laughter. life went on leading akbar more close to fulfill his father`s dreams. One day when akbar was in his college years very near to his goal kubra left this mortal world leaving abdul majeed shocked behind. How could she do this to him, she doesn`t leave him for a second even after birth of akbar when her responsibilities increased she managed all this so well that he wondered whether she sit idle for one moment and now she was sleeping in peace.

        The day when akbar completed his studies was the day of celebration for abdul majeed at the same time he missed kubra so much, she was the only one who knew him from soul to heart.

       A big air condition bus stopped near by scattering all his memories, he slid corner of shawl from his face and glanced on passengers coming out of the bus, some were stretching their bodies, some rushed towards toilet, others were releasing their mucsles, suddenly quiet atmosphere of that small hotel came to a life. A couple with two kids sat on a charpai close to him. Man was calling a boy standing nearby selling boiled eggs, he gave those to his wife, she distributed them evenly between both kids. abdul majeed suddenly felt exhausted he slid shawl back on his face clouds of sorrow gathered all over his body shattering him into pieces he felt home sickness more then ever, word ``home`` created sea of pain in his heart….

      He was sitting on a wooden chair all alone in his small home, at the same moment someone knocked the door, he instantly moved toward the door and opened it, akbar came in tired and sweating. He brought water for him and sat on the chair once again. ``everyone is corrupt, there is no value of my degree no consideration of my good grades`` akbar talked with disgrace towards system which let down hopes of many deserving candidates like him. Abdul majeed glanced at him he looked hope less, ``Allah will help us`` he tried to sooth his son, ``he won`t baba he always helps those who are rich and powerful , look at me it`s almost an year I m searching for a job despite my great results and constant efforts nothing happens but vain I m still jobless those my class fellows who come to me for my lecture notes because they consider them more accurate are now sitting in luxurious offices because of their father`s contacts and look at me I m still wandering`` he was sobbing, his young strong akbar was crying.

           Peep peep driver was calling his passengers to come back and take their positions as the bus was moving towards its destination, the family sitting beside him was gone, bus was now crawling reversing back to highway. Everything was quiet once again. abdul majeed still feels the pain of akbar`s crying, his young son, his hope, his power was breaking in front of him, tears were streaming out of his eyes remembering those painful days he consider those days as one of the worst phase of his life, he never wants to see his son crying again he will rather give his own life.

        And then god listened to his prayers and akbar got a very god job in a prestigious multi national company he was very happy and so was abdul majeed he thinks that now his son was earning a good cash and that he has no need of driving that old rikshaw he threw the keys of rikshaw in his pocket. But he didn`t knew that his son had planned a surprise for him.

           Like always abdul majeed was sitting in corridor on his wooden chair enjoying relief and peace in atmosphere suddenly someone knocked on the door he went and opened the door a uniformed driver was standing holding a fancy basket he handed the basket to abdul majeed ``akbar sahib sent this for you`` abdul majeed felt bewildered he received the basket and a folded paper he came in and placed the basket on floor opened the envelope akbar had sent. It was a letter. Akbar got married with his M.D`s daughter and this was informing letter to his father he wrote that his elite father in law doesn`t want abdul majeed a rikshaw driver to come and spoil his daughter`s wedding and that akbar is going to London for honeymoon with his wife he will visit abdul majeed as soon as he returns. Paper fell out of his hands and tears make their way down his cheeks, his hand unintentionally crawled down in to pocket and some thing was in his hands.

                  It was the keys of his old rikshaw.

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      Sun was rising in the background life in that small hotel was awakening waiters working there in morning shifts started doing their routine chores one was rearranging charpai and other was sweeping on the floor when the first one reached near the charpai of that old man he pull the corner of his shawl in order to awake him his shawl slid off of his face revealing nothing but a dead body….