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The Greatest Gift

  I remember the time, when I used to pay attention to the things Allah gave me except the part of creating me. What I know of is that Allah actually gives gifts to everyone but what I've observed is that people admire gifts given to others that they don't have. Some want the gift of being artists ot having a good voice or being good at dancing. What we often forget is that with great gifts comes huge responsibilities. These gifts can't always be a blessing for you even when they were given as a form of blessing. Such as, an artist makes art and thinks of himself as someone superior ignoring the fact that the art, he is copying on his canvas isn't his. He is actually copying the art of another artist. The greatest of all artists. And then he copies the faces of people. We call them sketches. without realising that he might be asked to give soul to them. But all he sees is a face - A face with no meaning. What is a face? Anyway? What is a face other than your ide...
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WHY DO WE NEED A HUG?

                                       Can you hug? Oh! Sure you can! Do you need a Hug? It’s quite simple that we all have hugged, felt what it feels like to be hugged! You can need a hug any time, anywhere but why? Hug is a three-letter word that has the power to change your life because sometimes you don’t want to hear any more, you’re already sick of hearing, you don’t need any compliments or opinions. What you want is a Hug! I’ll unlock the secrets of hug and here I’ll let you know why you need a hug? So, Patience Man! Your point is coming soon. 1. Loneliness/anger. When people feel lonely what do they do? When people feel angry what do they do? I’ll tell you, they lock themselves in their houses and start crying for hours and hours; they use sarcastic words and throw rubbish stuff on people that may even break their relation forever. That’s what normal people do! I...

Life It used to be in sopore

I looked outside my tendered window, the sky was smiling so were the flowers Rushing downstairs’ I let my burden fall Time was running I looked for life I wondered it was true the beautiful mountains, the buzzing light of snow, the happiness falling, I wondered it for real The stories we heard from our pa’s Rushing grass of soyapur Jackals calling loud our name as orchard paddy farm with fame I dreamt about it every day until I woke up that day, Sopore was expanded in all direction  so was the beauty as it fades away. Fading tourist spots for erect structure make their way, I felt astounding to look up, As I waited for the dust to settle My head, My head hangs in shame. Shame on you, Oh! People  How come u not lift a finger,  for when has holding a broom been sin for you. The wiz n wheels of Iqbal market, The crowd of people and the aged plus the flow of garbage of foul I wonder how this cooperation ignores. Future of kids and future of busines...

A prison cell.

                   The sun was up, I could hear the voices of children laughing, playing and dancing. Some were crying because they were losing money, some were playing football and some just roaming.  Everybody seemed so energetic and happy. I could hear the voices of women, girls soaking in sun, sitting on those mats with their husbands. The waves kept coming and the kids kept whooping.  But my eyes continued staring at that boy. He was sitting all alone wearing a white t-shirt and a kit, enjoying the terrific windy nature. smiling, amusing and gazing at everything. He kept gazing and I kept staring, I couldn't stop myself and with that shouting and singing I saw myself getting closer to him. My tongue was stuck, my lips weren't racing and my eyes were frozen.  I tried to say ‘hello’ but I kept waiting! Waiting for him to see me.  Tear drops kept rolling my cheeks.  Here I was excited to see him, talk with h...