Your wrtiting are outstanding Unzila ❤ Life is like a highway where happiness is perfectly defined by tuc shops along the way, and by the green foliage, the chirping of birds, to the sunsets and sunrise. A road where hurt, pain and sorrow are the bumps and the patrol pumps are the close people in your life who cheer you up, revive you up, doll you up, lift you up again and again just to make you continue towards your destination. Being discreet is essential but what is the source to all this that exists? The car, and the road, the tuc shops, the bumps, the friends and family? There must be someone who is planning it all along where we are the dolls and He is the Owner of all. It is He who feeds all but is not fed Who dresses us up, our cars, prepares the fuel from the depth of the oceans and the solid land. Move along, to your only destination towards Him. With every spin of your wheel, you move towards your Lord. Yes, there might be some accidents, tyre punctures and all. But all these, are only ways to bring you closer to your Lord. Green pastures dont work all the time.. Our destination starts from the sound of azaan in our ears as the very first fuel drops in a car to the namaz-e-janaza of your soulless body to the burial of your sinful body in the grave like a car being crushed and torn into pieces declaring that it is useless.. For whatever it was a Ferrari or a jeep it returned to being a metal; plain and lifeless. No matter who a person is in this dunya it will, one day become a part of the earths dirt reduced to being from something to nothing!
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 23:49:52 +0000
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