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New Me :)



It’s good to be back after December 17th 2014.
So, what was the reason of my absence, hmmm … I am glad to share this with you my blogosphere friends!!
I am a mother of a sweet boy now, MashaAllah, born on 23rd December 2014. Life turns really beautiful and busy with this sweet angel .I am totally engaged with my sweet boy since then , now he is getting a proper routine and it’s possible to give time to my blog again.
Yaaayyy ! 😀
After all this is the place where I really feels like MY SPACE. Where my heart speaks!
Hope to see you all again, and May Allah bless you all and your loved ones, ameen !


What a Surprise :D Thank you Google !!


Today I felt 🙂 Internet is not only a technology its a real friend , I just opened the Google search page today for my routine search and yaaaaaayyyy I saw this 🙂

Okay okay i know its all done by marvelous technology, huge data’s and software’s, but still They show some care and concern and that means they really know how to keep their user’s happy happy :d .. I m excited !!

28 july 2014

Streets – West vs East


As an internet user, and if you use social medias like Facebook , twitter, blogs etc. you must have seen many news, videos, documentaries and touchy ad’s on pets, animals rescue, safety and awwwww it fill my eyes with tears kind of stuff. Internet is full of such stories and yes they are nice and touchy enough.

Yes, they fill my eyes with tears too, but the reason is not only rescuing a poor and sick animal but also because of fact that western society is busy in loving animals and here in Pakistan, what are we doing? We have humans here who are suffering like those animals and they even die on roads, but no one bother to feel anything. Where the other societies are having hundreds of organizations and societies for animals rescue, we don’t even have enough human’s right societies.

Animals on western streets are more secure than humans on eastern streets ? WHY ?

Isn’t it a sad thing, we have Edhi foundation, Chippa and some more, who are working for humanity but most of the time they remain busy in picking small child’s form garbage, picking dead bodies from different areas, picking remains of bodies from the bombing points, We have so much worst situations going on here that no one could think of doing anything else. We are still fighting for education, health, basic living necessities.

We are Muslims and our religion is the one who emphasize on humanity with so much power, it taught us humanity since child birth till his death but poor we, where are we standing? What are we doing?

Do you ever think, what will you say to Allah on the domes day?

Allah says, killing one human is like killing all humanity!!

Allah says, respect elders, love children and help those who are needy.

Why are we forgetting every single humanity rule?

We forget to smile when we see anyone?

We don’t even say Aslamoalikum , when we see someone ?


The good acts of western society are a slap on our face.

Yes a slap, if you could only feel the pain!

Because our religion, our culture and our roots are actually followed by them, in terms of HUMANITY.


Say No to Drugs !




June 26 is the International Day against Drug Abuse and Illicit Trafficking established by the United Nations General Assembly in 1987, this day reminds the world about the adverse effects of drugs on individuals, families and society.

I was looking through the Technical Report on Drug Use in Pakistan 2013 by the Ministry of Narcotics Control, Pakistan Bureau of Statistics, and the United Nations Office on Drugs and Crime.



An estimated 5.8 per cent, or 6.45 million, of the population in Pakistan aged between 15 and 64 used drugs in the last 12 months Plant based drugs are the most predominantly used drugs in Pakistan by those between the ages of 15 and 64 with 3.6 per cent or just over four million annual users of cannabis. High levels of opiate use have been found with 0.9 per cent or just more than one million users of which 0.7 per cent use heroin and 0.3per cent use opium annually.

Levels of use for opiates are highest as a proportion of the population in provinces that border cultivation areas in Afghanistan.


These are only figures, and as far as I experienced the drug abusers, I think its lil more than that shown in figures, when I was working in a Pharmaceutical firm in countryside of Lahore, I experienced so many life’s, workers from villages, small towns frequently come and go, I met so many men and women who were personally effected by drugs and then how their families get ruined because of their bad habit. How they finally get rid of drugs.

I remember on a way back home I daily saw a man sitting under a bridge injecting himself and his fellows around him. It makes me surprised that no one stops him, law and order officers , citizens , no one bother to even see them.

Once, my colleague says that she often saw 2 drug abusers come to the backside of their home which ends in a playground where trees and bushes are abundant. They keep the syringes in a plastic bag, and hide them in the bushes. Daily they wash the same syringe with water and then inject themselves as they have taken care of all the hygiene and sterility. Funny for us on that moment but seriously now when I think of that, it alarms me, how we are killing ourselves? And how easily we let someone kill himself in front of us? Majority of us just see and do nothing, as we do not know what to do??

But thanks Allah that, there are some organizations and individuals who are working on this issue, I really want to mention Edhi Foundation, who has been working in diverse areas and are playing a very major role in society in many ways. ** I must write about this foundation in detail sometime.

Anyway, I am just praying that more and more people get aware of this issue and help drug abusers. I pray that government take full actions on the drug suppliers and mafia, which although presently seems like a dream. Sad but true!


May Allah bless us all.. ameen




Rich – Poor and in between two extremes !



Here in Pakistan, Weather is very hot, summer is at its extreme, temperature is between 40 – 52 degree in different areas, and I was thinking how things effect differently on different people.

Humans are the most strange creature on this planet, when they are on top, with a happy life , success , health and wealth , they hardly see things negatively , even the busy road and traffic noise don’t disturb them in their luxurious cars, cool environment and soothing music, don’t let them feel the heat outside, life for them is an apple pie. But outside their beautiful world, many are dying just because of heat strokes.

Two extreme ends!!

And in the middle of these two ends are the people, who are trying to live happily, surviving somehow, who bought an air condition by saving money every month, and then the day when the father bring air condition at home, every single person of a family feels like heaven they rejoice in happiness, all are gathered in the same room enjoying the cool air and then, there is an electric failure, and they still say … the room is still cool, it is far better than before ….  🙂

Different people – different status – different views – that’s life!

Life circle.




Life Is like a Wheel Ride, as it moves we see things differently, on the top it feels like you can see the energetic crowd , beautiful view’s , Exciting rides and colorful lights, it seems like you could see the whole world from here – A beautiful world, and then there is a point when the wheel goes down fastly and you feel butterflies in your stomach, and we laugh and shout in excitement, just like we feel excited when we are going to experience a new phase of our life, and finally wheel takes you to ground and for a moment you see the faces, crowd turned into people, you can now see the faces, faces with different stories, we see, read, feel and forget as the wheel takes you up again, in a glance it all happens again and again.. Till your times up!

Wheel moves on – different people – but same circle.

Till their time is up !

isn’t it ?



Photo by : Fariha Rizvi

Love of Mother !


Today on Mother’s Day I also want to salute those mother’s who received hater and pain from their own children.

I am sharing a clip , It is Punjabi Poem but I am trying to translate it in English. I am translating the whole clip with the introduction and then the poem.

This poem indicates the darkest part of our society where children don’t respect their parents, they even beat their mothers because mothers are weak, or this is better to say that mothers love doesn’t allow them to harm their children back.

Their are so many heart breaking stories which can fill your eyes with tears, tare your heart apart and leave the question , How can a child turned into evil for his mother ?

Here you go. Please read, listen and watch the clip.



This poem is the real story. It took me 10 years to complete this poem; I was in Pindi City one night when this poem itself awakes me and bring the completeness with itself, this poem brings all the words with it suddenly. I waked up and completed this.

This is a real story it was a poem about 2 boys Bashir and Akram living in a village and one day they reached their school very late and their Munshee( Class Master) asked Bashir why are you late? And today I am accepting that master was me, Myself Anwar Masood.

The poem goes like this….

Master asked Bashir

Oh Bashir, Why are you late?

Your village is not so far from school

I will beat you, why you are late even 2 periods had been passed

Bashir said, Master, listen to me please before punishing me

Akram has done something really bad,

He beats his mother now and then

Today he beated her so badly and so madly

Even the madani (The wooden grinder used to make Ghee) has broken

Everyone has gathered in his home

When he took his books and ran to school to save him


His mother came to our home

With bruised and swelled face

Tears full of eyes

Shivering lips with broken words

She said,

My son Bashir

Do me a favor please

Dear son.. Please take Akram’s lunch with you to school

Today he is again angry with me

He went to school hungry

I make parathas and halwa (sweet) for him

He must be hungry; he must be dying of hunger

Please my son; take Akram’s lunch with you

His mother was saying again and again,

Oh Bashir please hurry up, hurry up,

My son Akram is hungry

And Bashir ended like

Oh Master, Akram has raised hell.