Childhood Jingles !!










Fruition of childhood,
When on small dalliers,
We kept laughing;
And on merry go round,
Bickers with children,
Dancing on a jive,
Having carefree life;
And to fling books aside,
Bawl a cycle a fast,
Then chuckles and chuckles,
While doing must;
And sprint in alley,
Doing miniature roguery,
I still remembered,
That childhood jingles.


Belle Girl And The Frustration Of Dingle… !!!

558666_10151235480528185_285564297_nMy soul taunts me
Pinches me
I cried
No one heard my echo
I called
No one came
All alone
Being depressed
Need you the most
You left me
By mocking me
I was there
When you need
Me the most
I found nothing
In my times of need
Go and find;
The nature of me
An empty hand
Finds nothing
Walking like a stray girl,
My destination is no one
Except me and my loneliness
Do not come;
When nothing is left
Realization is specific
For a people;
Keeping feelings
I cried and;
In the dingle
I am scared of tomorrow,
Have nothing
Just scars on my heart
Hurts me again
And again;
I negotiate
With an angel
Paved my tears
Had a glimpse
In my heart
Finds nothing, but;
Purity and sincerity,
Everyone left me
The ones for I did the most
I am belle girl,
Tears in eyes,
Desperate feelings,
Dumfound mind,
And tacit lips,
Would never call you..


               The role of youth can’t be ignored when it comes to the progress of an organization or moreover a nation. It is the youth that’s known the virtual foundations of a country, full of energy, enthusiasm and handwork brings nations up. It is youth who fight battles, it is youth who develop soft wares, it is youth who work in hospitals, and it is youth who build skyscrapers. The power of youth is as much important for the progress as water is important for the life.

                It is not rare to hear the phrase “Pakistan’s future is very bright, because we have a seven crore youth population.” Most don’t even know whether the exact number is six, seven or eight. But, the problem with this assertion is quite simple, an army can have the best weapons in the world, but if it doesn’t use them properly and effectively it still loses the war. The same is true for our youth I would be stupid to deny the fact that our youth in a large percentage of our population (66% in fact) and that it is full of talented people who have great potential. Yet, the problem remains the same if they and their potential isn’t used and channelized effectively their won’t not only be anything to gain but also there would be much to lose.

             This talented youth is led towards the violations, instead of mending the worse situations they boost it up even more because of complexes found. I’d rather say that this 66 percent young energetic youth can change the future and we can say yes Pakistan’s future is bright if we, the youth think for ourselves to bring positive change in ourselves.

             Pakistan is facing many problems, one of the highlighted one every day we read in newspapers is bomb blasts, murders, rape, father slaughtered a daughter, mother killed unborn baby, all these comes in extremism. Extremism is our main problem, it affected our youth the most, economy on second, national image on third and above all our identity.

             Our elders, including Muhammad Ali Jinnah, Allama Iqbal, shah Waliullah and other prominent elders they gave us the roadmap for spending our life now it’s our duty to out root this cancer, extremism from our lives. This is the duty of youth to overtake this scenario. Our youth is the last hope to bring change and end up this tradition of ‘’killing in order to revenge’’’. A revenge is not always to kill, we, the youth are the keys to education, education would bring progress as in china, the youth isn’t fighting, they are rising to the peak with the help of science and technology. Our youth is talented as well. We can bring such changes by campaigning against such ideologies.

            We, Pakistani youth is facing same situation that European youth faced a decade ago, today they’ve seen everything and we are still to see that. We are facing terrorism, we the youth would move forward to defeat this ideology, this trend of answer a simple question with a gun, yes defeating an invading enemy is our religious right but in a proper way. In a proper channelized manner. The finest nations include small groups who channelized the progress.

           Our armies fight in Waziristan, orakzai agency and other parts of the country so that we live in peace. They are the youth as well. Youth fights for youth, it’s our responsibility to help them in their initiatives, it’s the youth killing the youth specifically in Karachi, we the youth has responsibility to educate ourselves so that we could know that yes we are 6 crore, we wouldn’t be confuse how much we are in quantity.

         Pakistan is facing a lot of problems regarding militancy and extremism groups. Military operations are not decipherable of full action of our country. People and government of Pakistan are taking steps against extremism groups, anti-Pakistan terroristic and foreign elements of Waziristan. These toilful steps even can’t change conjuncture and people put all their blame on government, but they forget that government is not responsible for this position, but we are the people and youth of Pakistan is not taking any step. We are not playing our tret. What did we have done until now? If we muse upon all situations, then I should conclude that it’s a responsibility of people and youth to fight against this menace.

        Even different organizations are run to fight against extremism groups. One of the FOREIGN TERRIORIST ORGANIZATIONS which are U.S designated and linked to the militant group i-e Al-QAEDA name Al-SHAHAB or THE YOUTH. It’s one of the youth organizations which fight there in Somalia. Usually youth asks what should we have to do and what’s our role in all these conjunctures. According to them, they can’t fight and they can’t save country because no one wants to fulfill their responsibility, then why they put all their blame on government? I should say then it’s not their right to show any anger for government.

        International Islamic University of Islamabad recently became victim by two suicide bombers and for that our youth gave lame excuses and blamed government for all these. No one even there rose to handle situation. No one agreed upon fighting. Educated youth are so hopeless and do not believe on doing anything or fight for themselves. Some of motivated and encouraged youth leads a rally. These are our future leaders which know how to defeat the situation we are facing today.

        Think over it and think about those youth including men and women, about their courage their motivation that fought a battle against these terrorists. They know no one can break them so they were not afraid of anyone. Even children in many countries fought battle because they know their responsibilities. If children can fight so why not us?  Are we not motivated enough? Yes you are motivated enough and only this can make a difference. Only one slogan can make a big difference.

         Student’s best weapon is pen and a book. This is a time for a change and this weapon can bring a change. Change doesn’t mean to develop a new military takeover, but change means to safe people from those horrible deaths take place by terrorists. We are moving even more towards a worst situation, but we can overcome all agitate by education and by clerisy youngsters. Don’t underestimate yourself, don’t underestimate your powers. No one needs any money; any organization, any help, but a belief in him/his self can defeat any power.

        Youth should be educated, their belief can lead to win, and they should believe in their own armed forces and should save those innocent souls which deserve to be alive. If you didn’t sag down to India in 1965, then why sag down to these few terrorists. Show them your power and save your brothers, sisters and mothers from this horrible death. Can’t you provide any change to this country? Can’t any youth leads country and defeat militancy and extremism? Yes we can do. Do you?

        There is light at the end of the tunnel but only if we have the will and patience to pass through. The youth of this country is undoubtedly its biggest asset and it is up to all of us to make sure it serves its purpose in the best way possible. The purpose of writing this is to not spread despair but to highlight the challenges that lie ahead and to resolve our capability of meeting those challenges, a capability, which is more than adequate only when combined with hard work and patience.

O’ Youth!
Reliance on fecundity,
You are the sequin of tomorrow.
O’ Youth!
Hindsight on brio,
You can lead a best one.
O’ Youth!
Broil against extremism,
You can do it.
O’ youth!
Stop carnage of innocents,
You are the sunshine of tomorrow.



I am a girl
With a spiritual soul,
Dances in a shadow,
In the amid of bevy,
He touched me
And takes me,
To the world of nymph,
I live inside darkness
In the darkness of night,
In the shadow of trees,
Hold me,
I need you,
Just took a baby step,
Towards you,
My spiritual soul calls you,
Either gets me
Or leave me
In the eidolon of nature,
My phantom would taunt you,
I know myself,
I live there,
Where you can’t reach,
You live in worldly life,
I live in the land of nymphs,
Boulevard calls me,
I walked bare feet,
On the burry road,
I am a fairy,
Lives in your heart,
I am a peace,
That resides in soul,
I am an angel,
That kisses your fortune,
I am a girl,
That dances in rain,
Like a shady evening,
Adaptable with time,
You will search me,
In the prone of mountains,
In the depth of an oceans,
In the rainfall,
In the coldness of snow,
And then;
My tears would tell you,
The distance I travelled,
Come to my heart,
And listen that whispers,
That shouts in pain,
But I kept dancing,
In the shadows,
Of lonesome waylay.

MOTHER …. !!!


    One of the blessings of Allah is mother. Indeed, paradise is beneath the mother’s feet. The birth of a child completes women’s entity. Mother bears all pain just to bring her child in a world, but forgets all her pain after seeing her innocent baby in her lap. She helps her child to take first step of life, but she never leaves her baby alone to take a first step, she supports in each step. She keeps awake at night just to comfort her baby. Mother is an important person of each child’s life. Mother carries her baby for nine months, but never refuses it and gives birth to her child.

         Today I want to mention my mother. Most of my topics are related to her as I love her the most. She is my motivation, my struggle. I always love writing about her because I don’t have anyone more lovable than her. Until now we spent a lot of time enjoying every moment. She has a big part in my life, she is my inspiration. She is the person who influences me as she has both positive and negative impact on my life. I think I can’t imagine my life without her.

       She is more than my mother, she is my sister, my best friend, and she is everything, my whole world. I found her always with me in my thick and thin. She supports me whenever I feel down. I saw her couple of times praying for me. Whenever I feel sad I found her on my back mollifying me. We always went to walk together. I think she is the only women in the world who listens my all glozes. We laugh together, we do must together. She protects me, and she is always with me.

      She helped me even from the first day, kept awake at night just to comfort me. How can I thank her, I can’t! I can’t thank her for what she has done for me. She taught me how to behave, how to manage, how to treat people, how to survive in society. Maybe she is not perfect, but she is perfect for me.

      What I am today is just because of her. She always tried throughout her life to make me a better person. She never stops me for what I like to do, or what makes me happy. She trusts me, and she knows what her daughter is. She knows I am not an ordinary girl to be hung around in wrong things. She taught me what limitations are, she taught me what moral rules are. She trusts me, and I would never break her trust.

      She supports me in my goals and in my ambitions. I study hard because I don’t want to make her sad. I want her to feel proud, and want her to feel as her daughter is the best in the world as she is the best mom. I obey that rules which she has been restricted on me because I know she can never be wrong in anything.

      That’s not an end. We even fight and I know I am not a best child, but she always makes me feel that I am god gifted for her. When everyone else turns away, she is on my side.

     I don’t want to end this topic. I have even much more to say, but words can’t express what I feel for her. May ALLAH bless her with good health. Thank you AMMI for everything …. 🙂

SUCCESS .. !!!!










Wondering on my life,
Watching helplessly,
Epiphora on cheeks,
In a deep fovea,
Disparately waiting,
For a luster,
Of success,
Ah! Dark sky,
And black clouds,
Pushes me down;
Beneath fovea,
The jadish path,
Ensanguine my feet,
But I have a faith;
Faith upon me,
Time will move on
And on;
Until wait for a luster,
Of tomorrow,
My footprints would be,
Followed by the world,
The darkness of night will;
Vanish forever,
And the brightness,
Of actinism will;
Remain forever.

O’ Paramour

551825_516789765001646_1862311773_n.jpgO’ Paramour!
Look towards a sky;
And stars,
Admeasure my dandle,
Dispatch towards spring,
The little flowers,
Having fragile petals,
Speaks to you,
Something my beloved!

O’ Paramour!
Listen to the silence,
In the darkling of night,
Whispered in the ears,
Telling the tale of endearment,
Look towards ocean,
The ocean is having no limit,
Observe that calm water,
I lie inside that my beloved!

O’ Paramour!
Hear the droplet sound of rain,
Each drop falls;
And seems to be crying,
Looks something like amatory,
Baby smiles by watching mother,
Perfect love story than ever heard,
Hear a tune played on guitar,
Those verses would tell you story of mine my beloved!


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             It was about 1993 morning, and I started kicking from inside to my mommy’s tummy. She felt severe pain and everyone in the family got worried and took her to the hospital. Finally, after brooking severe pain she gave a birth a baby girl who was me. I started crying when I saw many people around me. My papa, my grandma and grandpa surrounds me. I was astonished and looked at them. They were watching me dearly. Then, my mummy took me in her lap, kissed me and adores me. I can see the glance of tiredness in her brown shiny eyes along with a dark circles. I found myself in guilt that I really unkempt my mummy. I was happy as I met new loving people, but I loved mummy and papa the most. I saw in their eyes the gleam of endearment. But mummy was worried as doctor advises her to take care of my health as I was a bit weak baby.

           Now I was at home. Many people came and congratulate my mummy as she had given birth to a baby. My papa and my mummy were quite happy and they took great care of me. My mummy did a lot of travail on me for making me a healthy baby. Time moves on and I was growing. Everyone loves me a lot and I was happy being a laudably baby of my parents. And, after a year on 17th December my birthday was celebrated as I was about one year old. Everyone came and gives me a lot of surprises. I enjoyed that day very much. I was on mummy and papa’s lap. And, the time never stops so it goes on and on.

          It was about September in 1995 and one day suddenly my mummy and papa brings for me a baby brother. He was such a cute baby and he looks like a Chinese guy. His small eyes which seem it wasn’t opened as they were so small. Well, but his smile adores me. Mummy always keeps him in her lap and then I started jealous of that little baby. I started thinking why he always cries and devil thinking comes in my mind that he might be trying to seek attention of my parents. I laugh on myself right now by thinking over past. Well, after a year he started walking and then we became friends and plays together. I realized he was a cute and nice brother. I should not make him an enemy. I love my family me, brother, papa and mummy.

         Times went on and I was now a little girl of about six years and I got another brother. I was surprised to see that little angel. He had a quite semblance with me. I loved that baby. But that time I was quite naughty and loved teasing my brothers. And, then one day unexpectedly my father was called by abroad company and he went there. I really missed him. Now there was no one for whom I wait in the evening. There was no one who takes me to school on his bike and gives his helmet to me always. I love that person a lot who doesn’t even care for him just to protect me from surroundings. I was sad for him. But after a year he called we and we went abroad to papa. I was such a cherub kid as I collected things in a plane for my papa. That was our first ever visit to a new place.

           I was happy and loved that place a lot. But there we had no relatives and after some days I started missing my country, my place and my people. After a few days, I had a lot of friends there in a flat. In a year we also pay a visit to our country and I always get pleased to meet them. Time moves on and on and we were getting younger. My mummy was a great housewife. Indeed, she was a great leader and knows how to manage home and her children. She was quite active woman and even until now she bears all that qualities. I didn’t find any other couple best than my parents. They have an outstanding mutual understanding and I always loved it. (Mash Allah)

          We lived abroad about five years and then we returned to our country because of our educational crises. I was about 13 years that time and continued my study in my country. After completing my school level I admitted in college. Now the time was changed. I was a grown up girl now. I was not quite mature that time and then I started looking upon my society and our social problems. I learned a lot of things around me. I was not a kind of boring girl, but I enjoyed a lot being there with my friends. I had a great time in college. I was an outstanding student, but a bit lazy girl. After a lot of hard work, I admitted in medical and now I am a medical student. I am a grown up, mature and dignified girl.

         I love my mummy papa and brothers. They are my whole world. I have no sister, but I am happy in being such a nice family. My mummy is my best friend. This article doesn’t mean to show you people my life. I want to thank God and my family as what I am today is just because of them. I am nothing for people, but I know my worth, my value. I respect those from whom I get respected. I am an honorable, dignified and sophisticated girl being grown up in the hands of king and queen. I mm they’re  little princess 🙂












Being a naughty,
Being a cherub,
Words gone useless,
A light of dawn,
Gives me hope,
And some words then;
Catches its meaning,
A melody of morning,
And a chirping of birds,
Gives a life a way;
Towards hope,
A glimpse of cloudy evening;
And a rhythm of nature,
Precede me to an unknown path,
A silent lake,
And a silence of nature,
Compels me to peek,
Inside me,
A rise of a sun,
And a storm of yesterday,
Means a duality,
Of humanitarian,
The atrabilious eyes,
Finds its way,
The way towards darkness,
Standing all alone,
With a hands searching;
For candid person,
Looked towards past,
A long footprints of solitude,
From a childhood;
Can be seen,
Take me to the ocean,
The ocean of endearment,
Heart is full of tranquility,
Lead me to your place,
I need placidity.