What is life but a fleeting moment of wants and despair, of sacrifice, a revelation of desires, a useless exercise of banality imbued in artificial theocracy. What does the soul need, at least a semblance of permanency, which there is none. This is but an existence of perpetual yearning of one thing to another. To remove the shackles of mediocrity one must first accept the truth of one's own self worth. For its one's own self that is the perpetrator of bondage. No one else can take your freedom away until you let them, a mind can be free even in chains. The soul can soar, see light in the darkest pits, can survive moments of deepest despair. All that matters, is choice.
September 11 2000 is the day my mother passed away after fighting cancer for 4 years. I have never known anyone more gentle & kind than her. I have seen her in pain, but never once did I see her complain. Her patience was remarkable. Now that I'm older and understand certain things, I see that there aren’t many people like her in this world. My brother Tanweer Sabir from UK recalls his memories, Ami, as he used to call her with effection, writes, "I have known her for her gentleness and kindness for her family and also for others. A very very brave women she was indeed. The way she fought cancer till the depart, with strong will and faith in Alllah. She knew all along what was going to happen, always encouraged her children to pray for her. I remember her, always smiling and prayers on her lips for us. I deeply miss those prayers, kindness and affection." She helped so many without hurting their dignity, would send them money via me or herself and alway
تم اگر باوفا ہوتے تو کم از کم تمہارے جانے کا ماتم تو کرپاتا تم اگر باوفا ہوتے تو شاید زندگی تمہارے ساتھ ہی ختم ہو جاتی تم اگر باوفا ہوتے تو تمہاری ہر یاد داغدار نہ بن جاتی ہر بات سوال نہ بن جاتی تم اگر باوفا ہوتے تو شاید ہر حسین یاد حسین رہتی لیکن تم نے تو میرے کئی قتل کئے اورں کے لئیے مسیحا بن بیٹھے ایسے چہرے تو نہ بدلتے اگر تم با وفاہوتے
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