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Enlightening Souls

There are very few people in this world who are still remembered because of their purity and positive traits. We read and recall, commemorate and commend the names of exceptional people whose tireless and selfless effort brought comfort and peace and illuminated the lives of the suffering humanity. They die but their death makes them immortal because they remain alive in our hearts. They die but their doings smell sweet and blossom in their dust.

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It was like life came to a halt after my nana’s death on 16th Rabi-ul-Awal. After I returned to Karachi, for months I have been avoiding anything that reminded me of him. Especially the dreadful fact of arriving at nani’s exactly 5-8 minutes late after his death. However, maybe because of the positive vibes of Maula’s dua mubarak that bestowed him after the araz, the date of death & the fortunate events that took place for him even after his demise & summing up this avoidance is the reason I plucked up courage to finally gather my thoughts and unzip the bag I had filled of his things which I carefully carried along while returning. It was like opening a beloved treasure of his shabby diaries, old dull filmed photographs, his personal stuff, one of his shirts & an Olive-Green sweater that hangs in the corner of my wardrobe now. Oh such a charming handsome gentleman he looked in it! Indeed, our family lost a pure gem.

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He saved all the cards I bought/made for him.

I knew about his diaries which he had told me about. But it holds much more meaning to it now, as he is no longer here.  It was like he had left his entire life for me to ruminate on. It is now I understand the quote, “when you keep a diary, the diary keeps you”. Flipping some sepia toned pages of one of his Maroon leathered diaries, I am so moved & inspired of his thirst for knowledge & his occasional habit of writing & jotting down meaningful stuff. He wrote great English but Urdu-the qaumi zabaan was his favorite! There is a heading with ‘Enlightening Souls’ on the front page and below is food for thought which I would love to share (some of it):

“KHUSH REHNE KA FUN”

*Asal khushi dolat se nahi khareedi ja sakti. Kabhi ye mat socho keh dolat tum par muskurahaton kee baarish keregi. Khush rehne ke liye bare bare waqeyaat ka intezaar mat kero. Khushi choti choti baatein aur ittefaaq se janam leti hain.

“MUSKURAHAT”

-Thakay huway insaan ke liye aaram

-musibat zada logon ke liye roshni kee kiran

-be dil aur mayoos ke liye behtereen tohfa

“Mathematics with Words”

*naseehat + burhapa= buzurg

*degree + achi nokri= shadi kee umeed? LOL

*aadmi + akhlaaq=insaan

*ashraf-ul-makhlooqaat – aqal= animal.

“JOKES”

Aek bachay ne apni ami se kaha, abu kitne boorhe hogaye hain bilkul dada kee tarha. Aur aap tou itni khoobsurat hain. Ami ne khush ho ker bache ko 10 ka note diya aur kaha, “jao ice-cream khaa lo.” Bache ne muhn banate huway kaha, “lekin abu ne tou 20 diye the! ;( “…..

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“KIRAN KIRAN ROSHNI” (There are a load of them. Just sharing a few)

*Raat ke baad din zaroor tulu hota hai, aur jo raat sabar se guzari jai, uski subah bohaut haseen hoti hai.

*Itna uncha mat uro keh sooraj kee garam shuain tumhe pighla dein aur tum bejaan sheh kee tarha zameen par aa giro.

*Baarish Cheete kee jild ko bhigo deti hai magar uske dhabbay nahi dhoti”

*Dunya darya hai aur aakherat kinara. Kashti taqwa hai aur log musafir.

*Ye dekho ke galati kia huwi. Ye na dekho kis se huwi.

*Burhaape se pehle jawani aur jawani se pehle burhape kee ganimat jano.

*Bachon ke saath bache banjao aur unko zindagi guzarna sikhao.

*Sab se bari fateh apne nafs ko qabu kerna hai.

* Pahaar se girh ker utha ja sakta hai magar nazron se nahi.

*Kisi ka dil mat dukhao kyun ki, usmai khuda rehta hai.

*Agar kisi ke dil mai jaga banana chahte ho tou uski izzat kero.

*Bure logon ke saath bethne se behtar tanhai hai.

*Ilm aesa baadal hai jisse rehmat barasti hai.

*Agar bara banne ki khuahish rakhte ho tou pehle chota banne kee koshish kero.

*Jo tumhare saamne doosron ki burai kerta hai who doosron ke saamne tumhari burai kerega.

*Baarish kee tarha raho jo phoolon par hee nahi, kaaton par bhi barasti hai.

*Insaan ka Insaan banjana uski jeet hai.

*Pehli naakami se na ghabrao. Yahi tumhari urooj kee pehli seerhi hoti hai.

*Dunya mai woh shaksh kamyaab hote hai jo apni galtiyon ko na dohrai.

“MOHABBAT”

-daulat se ho tou maraz ban jati hai,

– Khuda se ho ton bandagi ban jati hai,

-ustaad se ho tou roshni ban jati hai,

-waaldein se ho tou ibadat ban jati hai,

– inke ilawa insaan se ho tou zindagi ban jati hai.

“BHOOJO TOU JAANEIN: RIDDLES”

(I’m writting down some interesting riddles he has jotted down, lets see if you guys can come up with the answers)

* Bigray baal, aur kamar par patti hogi, kisi kone mai leti hogi.

*sab sakhyon(friends) ka dekha khel, kamar pakar ker diya dakhel.

*Chao se ussay galay lagaya, lekin usne tou gala dabaya.

*Ek abba ke so betay. Gol matol ek hee jesay. Chalay bhi sab ek hee sath, sab ke pait mai ek suraakh.

*Janaab-e-aali, sar par jali, enteries bari magar pait khali.

*Mun khula tou bigri huwi shakal banai, magar shukr kia woh jab bhi aayee.

This is it for now. Hence,

Never has a day passed when he hasn’t crossed my mind. But I’m pleased by the fact that I have a load of his photos of almost every moment & that I spent a satisfactory amount of time with him-but not satisfactory enough.

It is true, people leave a void– every space irreplaceable–but the motions of life continue. We can only repay them by learning from their traits & practicing them. Therefore, enlightening our soul as well as the souls around us.

Sarrah M.Mustafa Malirwala.

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Aey Syedna Mohammad Burhanuddin! (R.A)

Bayan kesay kerun mai ab usko,
Jo dil ko bhi yaqeen na aae, aey Maula!
Hai ye kagaz aansuon se bheega hua,
Aur aankhein hain num, aey Maula!

Kal kia kertay the aapki lambi umr kee dua,
Aaj rotay hain aapki yaad par.
Kal tak uthatay the aapki paalki,
Aaj aae hain aapke janaaze par.

Palak jhapakte hee, kahan chale gae maula,
Ek baar aapko dil bharh ke dekh bhi na sakay.
Hum tou 103mi milaad kee kerte the tayari,
Ab tou din puray aahozaari me katay.

Hai ye dukh sab keh dilo par gehra,
Puri dunya kerti hai zikr tumhara.
Mumkin nahi ke bhuljaen aapko maula,
Sar bas yaad me aapki jhuka rehta hai humara.

Kia khoob woh sultan-e-salami thi,
Jaan bhi haazir thi un nirali adaon pe.
Dilon-jaan mai dekh lete the aap,
Jeet jaatay the aapki us ek nazar se.

Jeena sikhaya tha humko aap ne,
Us zindagi ka maqsad bhi aap hee the,
Sajde dye the jitnay bhi is zindagi mai,
Un duaon kee ibteda bhi aap hee tou the!

Pehle kerte the didaar magar,
tarastay the aapki qadambosi ke liye,
Ab choomengay aapki qabr magar,
tarsengay apke didaar ke liye.

Ab tou didaar kerenge aapka qayamat ke din hee,
Jab jannat mai le jaenge aap haath pakar ke.
Jald hee aapki qabr par bulaleejye maula,
Maanglu duaein ab aapki qabr pakar ke.

Jab dekha Aaliqadar ko aapki qabr ke ander,
Woh manzar, wo jaga, firdos kee kiyari lagi.
Sajda-e-shukr bajate hain aapke gulam ae maula,
Aapke jaisay hee Maula Mufaddal ki nazar piyari lagi.

Bachaya tha mojon se Taher (R.A) ne humko,
Unke safeene mai Nooh Nabi kee tarha.
Ek kia tha Mohammad (R.A) ne humko sahi raah par,
Masajidon mai Ibrahim Nabi kee tarha,
Ab Mojezon se Mufaddal (T.U.S) dikhaenge apna jalwa,
Dushmano ko fanaa ker ke, Moosa Nabi kee tarha.

Jab bhi dekhte hain AaliQadr ka chehra,
Dikhta hai aapka hee chehra rupala.
Bus apne dil say poochte hain yahee,
Keh “hai koi in dono ke siwaa?”
(na Maula na!)

Hai gum tou bohaut aapke janay ka magar,
Tasalli hai seerat kee pehchaan abhi baaki hai.
Naam Saifuddin ka lete hain duaon mai magar,
Hubahu aapka dilo- jaan ussi mai baaki hai.

Bus aey khuda tu humko sabr ata’a kerna,
Ab Saifuddin par fida hone kee taufeeq ata’a kerna.
Yeh aapki kee nishani rahe taa roze qayamat,
Qadmo se inke humko hargiz judaa na kerna!
(Ameen)

Amate Syedna TUS,
Sarrah Mustafa Malirwala.

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FOOD-A Global Concern Addressed by ‘FMB’

Today, in this humongous world each and every existing creature struggles for a living. Whether, men working with all their physical and mental strength in the sweltering heat of the sun or even bees flying over the colorful fields to make honey for themselves, all of them work hard to earn for those essential basic commodities. Out of these basic need approach, ‘food’ is one of the basic requirements for a healthy survival. As the number of mouths that need to be fed increases, it naturally raises the growing demand of food-which is the main reason why every man is competing in this never-ending race of life. Pakistan Poverty If we dig in deeper, apart from the constant endeavor some are still lacking behind. The poverty line is escalating because of the insufficient amount of income earned to satisfy those needs. Can you believe it? Still millions of people around the world are going to bed with their stomach growling because of hunger and food shortages getting worst at its peak. Still thousands are dying every day because of the unbearable stress of not full-filling the requirements of their family. Politicians rant and rave and make promises to provide these basic needs but sadly, all in vain. Finally! One fine day as the sun rays brightened the grounds on earth, it brought breezes of contentment and joy along. The shower of blessings had at last begun to pour on the people of the ‘Dawoodi Bohra Community’. The community which is renowned for their business ethics, plethora of welfare programs, penchant for peace, unique cuisine and dress code. They follow the footsteps of their spiritual leader, His Holiness Dr. Syedna Mohammed Burhanuddin, who is acclaimed internationally as an Ambassador of Peace and Goodwill. Image As per Syedna Mohammed Burhanuddin’s deep concern that not even a single         community individual should go to bed hungry, His illustrious son and heir, Syedi     wa Maulaya Muffadal Bhaisaheb Saifuddin initiated the exceptionally remarkable       concept of ‘Faiz-ul-Mawaid-ul-Burhaniyah’(FMB) and yet again, the community   stood unique in their customs. FMB is basically the scheme of feeding the community at large and aiming at a   healthy living. Each and every area of the world where Dawoodi Bohras reside has been blessed with hygienic community kitchens which have meticulous professional chefs who cook healthy traditional Bohra food along with all other   cuisines. The nutritious food is then served in thousands of tiffins ‘thaali mubarak’     by the community volunteers and is then delivered to thousands of doorsteps.

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In the era of economic recession, this system has been made possible collectively. The community kitchens are run by members donating a reasonable fixed amount a month with the privileged members sponsoring for their poor brethren. The multi-tiered benefits of this system include the framing of our thoughts by creating a sense of social equality and stability. When every day, we consume from the common kitchen with the magic ingredient- the love of our Leader- it bridges the gaps between members belonging to different castes by nurturing humility and oneness. It brings the society closer to each other and promotes a feeling of socio-economic goodwill and gains Allah’s happiness which is a true purpose of a believer’s life. Practically, the goal of this system was to aid believers in alleviating their stresses related to the basic procurement of food. This has been accomplished incredibly as we can now focus on climbing the ladder of our dreams. It has given Dawoodi Bohras the courage to discover what great they can do by making the most out of the precious gift of time which in the past, used to be consumed by the thoughts of putting food on the table. Today, our men focus on booming their businesses to full-fill other luxuries of life and our women being pampered by this blessing which has liberated them from the diurnal shackles of the kitchen and have given them a chance to concentrate on shaping the lives of their family & has given them an opportunity to seek new horizons of activities or start small businesses; which contributes to the family’s income and society at large. Even in the era of strife and complications, we receive every morsel of food so lovingly from our leader; it is hygienic and the diet is balanced because of which many diseases are prevented. It is absolutely halal which is a golden benefit for foreigners. It is affordable and families can enjoy different varieties everyday together. We never needed to worry about the price of grocery out there in the market but have still accomplished the saving and savoring of much needed food. “When the whole city was demolished and businesses were shut because of the hurricane currently, even then we received tiffin that day” says a US citizen with gratitude reflected in his eyes. Today, it has nearly been two years of we being raised together in the blessed shade of our Spiritual leader. Today, it is shown to the world that actions speak louder than words as the stories about our initiative have flooded in the media dramatically and communities heartily appreciating our move. It’s somewhere printed that, “It is rare to find a ‘common kitchen of two brothers of a family but Dawoodi Bohras are having a ‘common kitchen’ for the whole community!”.

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Not just the media, but the dignitaries of the world have also been appreciating the glory of our leader. Out of many, once President of U.S.A Ronald Reagan remarked, “As you (Holiness) look back on the fullness of your life, you can reflect with pride on the solemn purpose to which you have dedicated your work and the many achievements that have been yours.” Honestly, buckets of tears of gratitude would fall short compared to what we have been blessed with and taught by. May Allah grant such a Leader, Syedna Mohammed Burhanuddin–who is an inspiration behind our every positive and worthy thought, who is our Savior and Guide in this world, a Long, Healthy and Prosperous Life till the Day of Judgment. May His son and heir, Syedi Wa Maulaya Muffadal Bhaisaheb Saifuddin, who is a consummate example of how to follow our illustrious leader, be blessed with a Long Life in His Holiness’ heavenly shade. Ameen!

Amat-e-Syedna TUS,
Sarrah M. Mustafa Malirwala.

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WhatsApp Wackiness!


Aunty 1: “…How’s your daughter out there in Canada?”

Aunty 2: “Good. She’s pretty active on ‘WhatsApp’ and sends pictures frequently so I’m relieved to see what she’s up to daily”

Aunty 1: “Ohh I forgot! You lazy! I’m dying to see the pictures since ages. By God! I’ll give you the rida I’ve stitched of yours only after you’ll give me those pictures!”

Aunty 2: “Uhhh, okay bhae I’ll send whatever ‘maal’ (pictures and videos) I have of the function to you on ‘WhatsApp’, happy?”

Aunty 3: “Heeeyy make sure you do that in the group we’ve made!”

(To Aunty 4:) “When in the world are you going to get ‘WhatsApp’? You’re missing some reall stuff”

“Aunty 4: “ Ughhh, believe me now all I do is eat my elder son’s brain to get me a phone which has that in it”

In the previous weekend, after spending the tiring yet an ecstatic hangout with school friends I unexpectedly ended up with unknown mohallah aunties to head back at my place in a tiny car. Those typical women chattered endlessly… about politics, sales, dramas, his daughter, her son… everything! But my antennae at last activated at the point when I heard the heavy name ‘WhatsApp’. I was enjoying their conversation and wondered about the influence of it that has dramatically flooded all over the globe and has reached even to the 40 year olds!

They say books are our best friends, for me my cell phone is! It’s like a precious jewel in my pocket! Some of the reasons are because it’s my daily planner at times and at times it even plays the role of a personal notebook. But now, tighter the strings have become. Know why? Because after the journey of Facebook, there were moments when I craved to vent and express myself. When I yearned about keeping in touch with my people but gradually it started to fade after I was introduced to WhatsApp!

I’m simply drowned in it because this mini social platform fulfills my need of expressing through my two most favorite mediums that are words as well as pictures. Here contacts are automatically added, and so it makes it easy to remain in contact with people all around the world. It even displays the chats in the most preferred threaded way with a loaded topping of such attractive animated emotions and icons that speak volumes and truly add flavor during the conversation. Umm, maybe that’s why I enjoy re-reading special conversations more often;)

Then even the profile options have totally corrupted me! Frankly, some people would even be considering my WhatsApp-ing strange because of the thought I put in updating DPs and statuses every week. But they have no clue of the fact that it’s actually we-the active WhatsApp users whom I lovingly call my ‘true whatsapp buddies’-socializing that way and adding life to it! Hehe, yes it’s true that the pictures I change are very frequent and surely depend on my fluctuating mood because of which sometimes I even deliberately take portraits for it. to share them with my friends and family…I love doing it, clicking around and enjoying . 🙂 Also the statuses, though they are short and catchy one liners but the depth and emotion they contain is what I like to display.

The thing I enjoy the most is that WhatsApp also provides the option of groups. It’s the corner where we buddies toss around ideas, dreams, share incidents, feelings, dispel each others fears, keep in touch all together, share unlimited media and sometimes even pass time by joking about the lamesttt of things and never miss it even if some of us are offline. Even today, the ones who fortunately didn’t feel the earthquake shocks got aware of its severity by the dramatic conversation which lost no time to begin in the groups immediately after it was felt!

So you see, WhatsApp attracts everyone to it like a magnet. It brings us closer to our family and friends by having the access to share with them all the time through the availability of just a net connection on the compact tiny devices! How cool is that!?

Cheers to WhatsApp and its wackiness! 😉

Sarrah Mustafa Malirwala

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Young Dreamy Love


I used to wonder why, wonder where the days had gone which we spent together, the songs sang , under the cloudy sky when we danced together. I was holding on forever to the love that seemed so far and hoped my dreams would come to life one day. Although, deep down inside I knew this was just meant to be, this was pure love and you were coming back to me where the field was green and the sky was blue. A place where I could see the moonlight above, feel the sensation of your touch, the sound of your whispers who’s echoes lasted a great deal longer and could smell the intoxicating scent of yours that I wanted to grasp within the confines of my heart forever.

It was perfect. It was passion and it was setting me free. My heart was skipping beats, the charming gestures of yours had totally taken my breath away. I just couldn’t get enough of how much do I needed you to fill me up because with every touch and every whisper you made me fall in love all over again! It was just like a movie scene, where we reunited in a sweetest dream.

It seems dreamy yet it’s awake. When that moment flies by, time stops and everything goes silent leaving the affect of the rejuvenating spells of your love. It’s amazing how the sun seems brighter the next day, flowers smell sweeter with the remains of your scent in my soul and the birds seem merrier while humming along the melodious notes of love with me. You make me realize that the moments we’ve spent in the spirit of love are the ones truly lived. You are the one who truly makes me spin with ecstasy, makes me cherish the moment, ignore the pain and let my heart be drunken with love which will always be filled because true is this connection. True is this love that surely you will see it in my smile when the heaven above showers it’s blessings in the form of
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                                                                                    ‘RAIN’!!!


(The connection between the rain and me) ;P
Sarrah Mustafa Malirwala

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Daastan-e-PoPs:P


illness

Unexpectedly,
It covered my brother in its dressing,
Now it fills me up and it’s quite depressing.
Easily he fought the illness and then set it free,
Undoubtfully, he has proved to be an inspiration for me.

Wonder,
How will I be satisfied without posing in the mirror,
What will I do without the spice in my fillers.
But without school I’ll be able to study willingly for the CIEs,
Still what will I just do with the books, the tv and the numb me.

Contently,
Like a couch potato I’ll lounge and chat with my mates,
Like a believer, I’ll have faith, I’ll tolerate and just wait.
For the remaining days, with the surrounding I’ll try to cope,
And make the most out of the ticking clock, I hope.
Tick Tick Tick!

PS: Folks this is the very first poem I’ve ever written. So don’t really judge the writing. 😛

Sarrah Mustafa Malirwala

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February 2013: The Month of Celebration!

February. 
Out of all the 12 months. This month has always been special to me. It is not only my favorite because of the soothing moderate weather it possesses but is also awaited the most because of the special occasions it brings along. Yes! Of course, the Valentine’s day, then my birthday and both the Milaad this time was a cherry on top. So I would like to tag February 2013 as ‘the month of celebration’.

Commencing with the ‘Red Day’; the Valentine’s Day, I wonder about the magic of that day that swirls it’s wand on every individual’s heart and charms the surroundings as the ‘Reds’ and ‘hearts’ rule all over the places that get wonderfully decorated. The chocolatiers keep floating on the clouds and the streets get occupied by the red balloon hawkers and the rose sellers, who have sparkle in their eyes because of the total income they know they’ll get at the end of the day.

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From children to old people; may it be a heart shaped card, a rose, or a gift; people heartily try to please their loved ones. And this time I tried too! I tried to do everything I could to plan a surprise for my parents (even with a terrible flu). 😛 So to remind them that they are and will always be special and ‘can’ have a peaceful romantic dinner at home in despite of the presence of three mischievous kids:D, I planned a candle lit Chinese dinner, fancy chocolate coated strawberries as starters, some decor and music in the background. “Splendiferously memorable! Had never expected such lovely arrangements by you children. You made our day!”,  uttered my parents after filling their tummies and we just couldn’t wait for the gifts to be exchanged.

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Now coming to birthdays, on every birthday of mine I never miss a chance to jot down the number of people who wished me and the special things that happened. This might be strange to you, eh? But it makes me smile when I skim through it later on. So yesterday, I did the same. But morosely, this time the crisp page was unexpectedly half empty. I really had nothing at all to write except about the birthday wishes. Albeit, I was grateful about the lovely way people wished but it made me sad. Sad and cranky to it’s height! Know why? Because of the unexpected strike I could not even celebrate with my friends and make the most out of ‘my’ day! So I studied. I slept. I gussied up the blog. Did everything I could to forget that it was my birthday, which nevertheless made me more grouchy and I felt low as the time passed. In the evening there was suddenly a loud knock at my room’s door. And here the crack-heads were singing the birthday song at the top of their pitch the moment I was at sight jumping with excitement! I couldn’t stop grinning and eventually got to know that they spent the whole afternoon baking a cake and cooking pasta and stuff for me! We had a blast and after a while they left, leaving behind a warm glow on my face. 🙂

Personally all these occasions really matter to me. In fact, why shouldn’t they? We’re so engrossed in our diurnal routines that we forget to appreciate the ones that matter. We forget to express ourselves to them and take it all for granted. So whether it is Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Teacher’s Day or whatever, here’s a day when one can ‘make’ others feel special by a load of greetings, lots of attention and love. It gives us a perfect opportunity to splash out our emotions and creativity with a beautiful lasting memory in the end. Now you know, the importance of celebrating is immense so lets vent out all the way and make the most out of the relationships because if someone means to you then you should say it right then. Say it out loud. Say it a lot. As people forget or the moment just passes you by.

Sarrah Mustafa Malirwala

P.S: Really hoping for a better birthday in 2014. 😛

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The Barakaat of MSB Assemblies

An assembly is basically held for communicating information, habitual practices and for learning experiences of knowledge with the fellow mates. But do you know why the (morning) assemblies in MSB are totally unique from the others? Evidently, that’s because the seeds of Al-Madrasa-tus-Saifiyah-tul-Burhaniyah have been sowed by Aqa Maula (TUS) which is why the chamber of this educational institute is full of barakaat under the serenity of His (TUS’s) aabady saaya. And that’s where the assemblies make a difference.

Only the one’s present in them ‘thoroughly’, can realize the barakaat it showers every morning, every dawn, into a new day that is welcomed by the smiling countenances of the students and the staff as we assemble in our dua hall to proclaim a productive promising day by commencing with the barakaat of the recitation of a few mesmerizing verses of Quran-e-majeed, zikr-e-Hussain, duas, a few soothing stanzas of madeh or qasaids with some worldly news and sometimes a presentation that is ended by all of us standing imposingly reciting Wazeefat-u-shukr and asking for taeed(help) to Maula (TUS) to begin a challenging day with spiritual strength and stimulation.

Well, the main reason behind this piece is that something which we witnessed today in the assembly and to capture that fading melody within the confines of my mind, to capture that feeling of profundity that I want to live with forever, I ‘had’ to write. I had to write for the sake of the indescribable torrent of emotion and rush of gratitude as today was the bereaved occurrence of Shehzada Huzaifa Mohyuddin Bhaisaheb’s death anniversary which is why every single thing we recited was heartily dedicated to him. After the recitation, we were been shown a presentation on what were his great achievements, his attributes and the khidmaat he preformed of dawat-e-haadiya all his life! We were filled with inspiration. We were filled with awe, and then the emotion raised plentifolds as the marasiyah, ‘Aey Huzaifa Mohyuddin’ penned by his beloved daughter, ‘Ajab bensaheba’ was been recited in which she beautifully expresses with such mellifluous words of how every minutiae of him has been missed which is why the chamber had gone faint in it’s power of emotion. Everybody was filled with grievous loss and was teary-eyed. After that we recited the madeh, ‘101mi Milaad’ which was recited by every single person loudly with utmost affection and gratitude and devotion which filled the hall. Now, you would’ve an idea how it all felt.

Taken in March 2012

Taken in March 2012

See? This! This is how our everyday education begins. This is how we are being brought up. This is how we have been successful or are succeeding. And, and this ‘is’ how we realize the true reason behind our existence, which is doing everything that makes our king happy, bonafide?

In the end, let’s pray that our Maula (TUS), the bower of all the 22 thriving branches of MSB Educational Institute around the world, and His Mansoos (TUS) live a prosperous life till eternity. And may the Shehzada rest in the appeasing shade of Syedna Jalal Shamsuddin (R.A) Ameen!

Amate Syedna (TUS) wa Mansoosehi (TUS),
Sarrah Mustafa Malirwala

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Different Flowers in the Same Garden

“Sisterhood is probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest.”  ~Margaret Mead


I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I was actually helping that person with whom I’ve been fighting most of the time. Yes, to that person at whom I’ve mostly yelled at. With whom I’ve never really shared ‘the angelic bond of sisters’ which usually sisters share.

We were actually having a great time! I was lovingly teaching her how to carry her elegant rida after her misaq, how to do her hair and how to tie the flap. We had a photo session after that and then, it all ended with a tight hug which warmed our hearts. Obviously, we always knew that deep down inside there’s a strong bond which nobody can shake. But that day we were sure.

Soon, I narrated all this to a really good friend of mine. And she surprisingly stated “Are you alright, Sarrah? Hearing all this senti stuff about ur sister from you is actually shocking, man!” I was like, “Don’t you know? An intellectual and an emotional soul lies beneath this funny, idiotic Sarrah Malir” She immediately replied, “O yea? I’m noticing these days that you are actually changing—getting sensible!”And I said, “No no. You’re just getting to know me better. 😛 Or yeah like seriously, you know what time and experience does… But I tell you one thing, I’m secretly surprised with this incident myself”

Obviously, anybody would be shocked to hear that ‘Sarrah Malir’ was doing the girly stuff to ‘Alifya Malir’. Me and Alif? We are different flowers in the same garden–creatures from different planets. We don’t even look alike physically nor do our personalities match! Her sensibility, simplicity, patience and maturity at a young age is what makes her unique and leaves me wondering, how is that possible with ‘my’ sister? A very few number of teenagers are like that. I was myself was so hyper, idiotic and a ‘bit’ insensible at her age.

Well, these traits make her admirable. Yes, this is what makes you special Alifya! I love you, my nerd-yyy . And I do care a lot for you. You should just be thankful to me for not revealing the crazy side of yours and your nickname, of course. 😛 But remember, I’ll always keep eating your junks and using your belongings without your permission and will keep on irritating you. After all I love doing that! HAHA. *evil smile*

That’s how (most) sisters are! That’s how we are! 😉

-Sarrah Mustafa Malir

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It’s the Power of Vision

Yesterday, I finally created a Facebook page (http://www.facebook.com/SarrahMalirPhotographics) to display my photography in an organized manner for more people to view them easily. To make the profile page look catchy, I created a photo especially for the page’s cover.

And, the real ride begins!

The camera just helped me in clicking what I saw and what I wanted to express. It didn’t do a big deal. Isn’t it? The important part was my vision and my creativity which helped me in creating something on that picture using whatever little skills I possess.

After getting really heartwarming response from all my friends, an expecting comment finally came up for which I was longing for. The comment which grabbed my attention completely and I felt the urge to give a detailed reply to it right away!

That comment was: “Sab camera ka kamaal hai ” (All good is because of the camera)

My eyes grew wider and I typed with great haste on the keyboard.

I replied: “Dude? I can write pages and pages to reply you back for the thing you’ve just said. (:

It’s not the camera. It’s who’s behind the camera. It’s the eye!
I’ll elaborate, you need ‘someone’ possessing a photographic eye to capture your moments with their camera. Believe me, people owning fancy cameras can take rubbish pictures as well. A real artist can create something even with the small camera they own.
In the beginning, I used to shoot with my cell phone camera. Then I started using my compact one and now, I just bought a better gear to ‘enhance’ my creativity. (This page almost has pictures clicked with my compact one till now). 

Photographers are like wolves in the wild whose presence slips silently into the background. These journalists record the events as observers, marking them for history. And a camera is just a source to make that possible.
In short,the camera doesn’t make a huge difference. All of them can record what you are seeing. But, ‘you’ have to SEE.
By the way, I’m not throwing tantrums. I’m just proving those people wrong who think this way. And I thank you that you gave me an opportunity and something to express. 😀 

Well, the whole point was that ‘equipment doesn’t always matter’ you can produce anything by using what you are provided with. It’s the passion which actually matters. Anyways, I don’t need to elaborate more as Sam Haskins did it all by sharing this:

Food for thought. (:

-Sarrah Mustafa Malir

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Cricket Fever!

My brother, although being an eight year old, always proves to be a great one to pass time with. I adore him for being so passionate and energetic- the strings of our similar personalities join at this point. His antics, the amazing sense of humor and spontaneously charming ways astonishes everyone-his teachers, my family, my friends, the neighbors, everyone! And this is just not it! The thing which awe-strikes us all is his uncontrollable ‘cricket fever’.

Hussain
Yes, I know cricket is unofficially our national game. It’s indubitably full of thrill. It’s incredibly unpredictable. I’m also a cricket fanatic but Hussain? He is the ‘craziesssttt’ amongst us all!
His life revolves around cricket. Whenever we play the verbal game ‘Name Name’, he responds with the most complicated names of the cricketers and keeps up with the game level. Instead of watching cartoons and stuff, he sticks to the idiot box watching cricket for hours and sometimes begins his own non-stop commentary or starts bowling around with his ball. Whenever he’s at sight, most of the time we see the imaginary cricket game going on by his actions. And the whole day, all he awaits is for the specific time when he goes out to play cricket with his overexcited friends.

Recently we went to watch the movie ‘Ferrari ki Sawari’. The tickets were especially booked for him, to keep up with his cricket passion. I was staring at him throughout the movie as I found his gestures more interesting to look at. His eyes were fully bright with amusement, twinkling all the way.

Hussain always wanted a cricket kit as a reward for his top grades. So this time my dad finally bought a fully accessorized kit for him. He was on the moon immediately after seeing a glimpse of my dad carrying the huge bag in his hand. Also specifically to mention, that night he slept with the cock ball beside his pillow. 😀

The ‘thank you hug’ for the kit (:

Now, most of the time I see him with the helmet on his head and the rest you can imagine… 😛

-Sarrah Mustafa Malir

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Geo tou aisay!


“Saaarrraaaahhhh, take a breath and at least let me get me out of the kitchen!” my mother added.
“Noooo ami, listen to me first! You know then what happened…(and I continued with my story)”

Today, as per routine, I returned from school and began filling my mother with my tales without pausing and she listened to me imperturbably like she always does (she knows I can’t remain bottled up with feelings). I went on emptying myself but leaving all her work behind, she sat calmly with interest, gave me good advices, smiled and laughed at intervals on my escapades and tried to make me learn from the mistakes I made.

These brief conversations we have every day, never fail to content me. Sometimes I wonder what would I do without my loved ones, who are unexpectedly always there to listen. Seriously, I would nearly faint out of suffocation if I was unheard or unexpressed!
Indeed, it’s a gift to have people around us with whom we can toss around ideas, dreams, share incidents, feelings & dispel each others fears.

According to me, Silence always kills me from inside. I’d rather remain over said than unsaid. I believe in the power of expression, in the power of words. I believe in intense passion and openness. So, I feel that it’s very IMPORTANT for an individual to be expressive.

Why expressive?

  • Being expressive helps you in remaining ebullient in your personality.
  • It gives you ‘wings’- it makes you feel high and tension free-it makes you feel lighter.
  • People value you more. They enjoy your company.
  • It helps you in self development- And makes you realize your own strengths and short comings.
  • Resolving misunderstandings and building in strong relationships- Expression plays a very important part in that, I tell you!

Finding out the best way for us to express yourself can be rewarding. It is not always important for us to possess speaking power. You can do it in anyway.
In YOUR way!

I personally express myself according to my fluctuating mood. I write when I overflow with feelings and am unable to hold them at bay. When words seem less, I use my photography skills to express daily life in an extraordinary way. I go sporting when I feel too enthusiastic. That lets me express myself in a physical way. When I feel creative, I spill colors on paper. And then sometimes, when I feel the crazy acid boiling within me, I sing aloud in the shower! It sometimes drains out all the stress (I shouldn’t have mentioned this) 😛

So you see? There are so many ways in which we can express ourselves. We just need to be honest, genuine, fearless & confident. But, lets not forget that we do need to express ourselves ‘but’ in an appropriate manner. Our surrounding, our environment does matter a lot. Of course, you cannot jump and hoot with excitement in a very formal situation but yes you can cheer and chill in an informal gathering. So, we do need to realize the importance of ‘the right time’….
But hey? While taking care of the right time, please don’t forget to vent out! Because, expressing is nothing but saying and doing what your heart tells you to.

So, stand up and heave your hearts out amigos!
Cheers to Expressionism!

-Sarrah Mustafa Malir


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‘H0lics’ all around! ;)

Addictions- synonymic to extreme! It’s a state of being enslaved to a habit.  Most people think addictions are always bad and so they try to fight ‘em. But let’s try to be a li’l optimistic, eh? I feel, addictions help keep up the zing in life! If you want to live life to its optimum, then you do need to have some addictions flowing in your blood (I’m not talking about stuff like smoking and alcohol here).

There are a variety of freaks in this enormous world with different kinds of fanatical addictions. Here are some commonly listed manias:-

♫ Music \ Songs ♪ -listening addictions:  
Listening Songs is the most common craze, especially for teenagers.  Moiz claims, “It’s ten times easier to study for exams with my ear phones connected”.  Also, listening songs in full volume is an energy booster for me. Emotionally, it makes me happy. Whenever I’m disconnected from the typical world while listening songs (through my earphones), my mother interrupts ten times in between to tell me to slow down the volume. And with respect, I do obey her. But unconsciously, after a few minutes, the volume is high again. 😛

Workaholics:  
This particular addiction requires a lot of hard work and energy. With that, the workaholics earn a lot of respect and admiration. Some workaholics get involved in their work so much that they forget to give proper attention to people around them.  “I hardly get to see my father thrice in a week. That’s because he’s too involved in his business” says Zainab with a sigh.

Shopaholics: 

Well, its 90% a female thing! Being a girl, I exactly know what it’s like when you enter an environment with a variety of exciting stuff all around. Shopping is an adventure in itself; first of all, the ecstasy of the purchase, different styles and colors all around & sometimes the noisy crowd. We do enjoy all this! Right? 😀 “My friends request me to go shopping with them because I’m the one who is fond of every shop around the town” says Sakina with a grin.

Ironing addictions:
There are many people who won’t even like a crease on their clothes. Also, I specifically had to mention this because, my cousin who travels a lot wearing rida everywhere. Always has a handy, battery hair straightener in her handbag and whenever there’s a crease in her pardi(the flap), she irons it with the straightener. Hahaha, it’s strange, I know!

Gum addictions:
People in my world would smile after reading this. Because they exactly know what a packet of gum means to me. It’s not ‘just’ a packet of gum. It’s oil to my engine. It’s a drug to me. The Pakistani politician, Imran Khan is also a gum addict. Yesterday, on television, I saw him chewing a gum throughout the procession, LOL!

Internet addictions:
Once, a tutor told me, “It’s better to surf on the internet than staying glued to an idiot box”. Very inspiring, indeed! Internet addicts use internet for hours without getting tired. “I love to surf on the internet late nights. We get aware of a lot of stuff that’s happening around the world” says, Lamya with interest.

Junk food addictions:
Junk foods have a strong appeal to the primitive and infantile emotions. They are usually very sweet, very rich and very filling. Similarly, chocoholics:  I know a HUGE amount of individuals who are crazily addicted to chocolates! It is the most frequently purchased junk food item. The diet conscious, 28 year old, Insia says, “I am ready to run miles and not eat the whole day, for a bar of chocolate.”

Reading addictions: 

They surround themselves with books everywhere they go. Resulted in a research, there are many people who read eight hours a day. And surprisingly, they have no problem with that. Fatema says, “honestly, I will not be able to sleep if I don’t get to sneak a peak at the next few chapters”

So, likewise, there are a load of more addictions piled up. These are just a few I’ve described. I’m sure you all can also relate to them like I did. But if you flip flop the coin, you do have the power to limit your addictions so that they don’t give a negative result ahead.

Psychologically, we have built a mindset for addictions as our weakness & find it difficult to get over it. But yes! we can! As Santosh Kalwar beautifully says, “We are addicted to our thoughts. We cannot change anything if we cannot change our thinking.”

-Sarrah Mustafa Malirwala

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The Little Pleasures of Life

It was a mid-Autumn Tuesday afternoon; we were heading back to Karachi from Hyderabad after celebrating Eid with my grandparents and cousins. We drove through the jammed streets & a few miles later reached the elongated road which led us to the final leg of our journey.

I sat beside the window with the addiction flowing through the earphones in my ears. Enjoying the pleasant weather, I tuned into the broadcasting station of nature outside the window, in which Allah spoke to me about his wonderful creations.


The sight was breath-taking! As I looked up, I saw the never ending sky filled with clouds which looked like white and grey cotton candies.


The sunshine beautifully peeped through the clouds and scattered brightness all over. And the cool breeze added flavor to the weather. Aah! How soothing it felt.

Eventually, the colors in the sky started turning dark and guess what! I saw a rainbow hidden in those soft clouds! It was the first rainbow I ever saw in my life.

I was thrilled by the colorful sky & hurriedly took my ‘dear’ camera out from my backpack and didn’t miss a chance to capture the fascinating sight. As it’s said, art is more than making something to look at. It is enjoying yourself and what you feel when you make it. And seriously! The photographs were worth it.

Well, I didn’t just enjoy that broadcasting station but also just by tuning in, he taught me to be grateful of the little pleasures which add flavor to living. Also, that life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the butterfly, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the breeze. Life is to be lived to its optimum!

-Sarrah Mustafa Malir

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Why Not Real?

I like to socialize-Getting along with people, meeting fascinating personalities & learning new ideas. To this point, I meet different personalities every day. Some are enthusiastic, some are bland, some are merry, and finally some totally two-faced (‘fake’!)

I often wonder why they pretend to be someone else? Well, it could be to appear more attractive or interesting or maybe because of yielding to social pressure or lack of confidence-which always leads to trouble. That’s why millions of people today lead lives of frustration and desperation.

Disappointingly, there are a lot of individuals who do that. They are simply tagged as ‘made in China’ by me. Some do that for their own advantage, some by having a fake accent, giving false statements to satisfy the other one and then ending up talking behind their back and some by behaving like an angel for the need of admiration & what not!
Well, as far as the affection part is concerned, everyone tries to impress that special someone, but if you can’t get them by being yourself, then they can’t be that special, of course.

Imagine that same old world with no different styles or ideas. If there would be people who knew nothing except copying others then everything would seem so dull. The world is successful because of those confident and unique minds that entirely changed the daily life style. And believe me! The real ones do have a beauty within!

We all should realize the importance of being undisguised. You never know when a person is impressed by your originality and then brings you a good fortune. And everyone has weaknesses, so what if you have some? Only those with the courage to live their dreams willingly can ever hope to find lasting satisfaction with their lives. Never mind if you face disapproval for your behavior. At least one day someone will value what unique qualities you possess. As it’s said by Raymond Hull that who trims himself to suit everyone will soon whittle himself away. Because it is better to suffer being who you are than it is to be someone who you are not!

-Sarrah Mustafa Malir

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