محبّت جیت جاتی ہے
From the Blog draslamfaheem پرائمری سکول میں ٹاٹ پربیٹھےتختی لکھنے کے دوران میں دوسروں کی دوات سےقلم کا"ڈوبہ" لگانا سب سے بڑی شرارت تصورکی جاتی تووہیں خوبصورت تختی لکھنا ایک اعزاز گردانا جاتا،جب اساتذہ تعلیم کو پروفیشن نہیں فرض سمجھتے تھے اور "مار نہیں پیار" کا فلسفہ تو ابھی دور کہیں بہت بلکہ دور تھا لیکن "پولیس اور تھانہ" اس وقت بھی خوف کی علامت اور صرف خون ہی نہیں بلکہ "طالب علموں کی تختیاں" خشک کرنے کی علامت بھی تھا :) ۔انہی دنوں کی بات ہے "تختی تختی دو دانے نہیں سکنا تے چل تھانے" کی گردان کرتا میں گیلی تختی کو خشک کرنے کی ناکام سعی میں مصروف تھا لیکن تختی تھی کہ تھانے کا نام سن کر بھی سوکھنے کا نام نہیں لے رہی تھی۔ سردیوں کی اس دوپہر میں جب سکول کی بریک ٹائم ختم ہونے میں ابھی چند منٹ ہی باقی تھے کہ مجھے یاد آیاکہ "پکڑن پکڑائی" کھیلنے کی دھن میں کل کی لکھی تختی تو میں نے دھوئی ہی نہیں اورپھر میں بھاگم pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
Different Kind of Thanks-list
From the Blog noorsplace One thing life has surely taught me is to be grateful, at least for a moment or so. You never know when it is going to end. Which it, surely is. But seriously, real life has got more problems. Like so many of them. In my new year resolutions of 2014, I was going to be more thankful and grateful and stuff . 2x more grateful in 2015 and 4x in 2016. I think I did 60% for 2014, awesomely. So I am going to list everything I have been grateful. Well it is not going to be *I'm grateful for everything in life* because .... whyyy it's too mainstream (and unreal. None is actually grateful for everything in life) It's a different kind of thanks-list. // I'm thankful for tea to keep me sane when I can't help myself going nuts e.g while doing homework, working on something nerve-wreckingpakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
DEDICATED TO PARENTS
From the Blog faizansworld One of the earliest memories of my life was when I was a child, barely able to walk, and had lost the link with my parents in the busiest city of Karachi, Pakistan. I ended up being in the arms of a woman who seemed to have no child of her own. Dad had some work to do and he asked the driver to take care of me but he did not see me opening the back door of the car. I opened the door and started climbing the floors of a tall building until I reached the end floor. There, having no further floors left to climb, I started crying and a door suddenly opened. A woman appeared and took me in with ease. I don't know how, or maybe it was an intuition, dad reached the floor and knocked the door. There, I could see the intensity of love in his eyes. Those were immense channels, vast flow,pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
Life Updates; Missing, Blues and Cool Subscription
From the Blog jasminecatchesbutterflies[image: Life Updates: Missing, Blues and Cool Subscription] I usually don't post such life updates on here, but I thought I would because this is my main platform to reach out to my readers rather than social media. I hope you miss me because I miss you all and my blog badly. As you could tell, the last few months of twenty-fourteen got me thrilled more than ever to keep up with my blog and honestly I began to somewhat neglect my academics. Even though I managed to get good grades in mids, I had been running away from tests and all that stress. I feel blue and anxious, but it's high time now as my practicals just ended and finals will begin coming Monday, so I will be away for a while. Meanwhile do participate in my ongoing Sweet Touch England Giveaway for a chance to win yourselpakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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