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How I wish

How I wish by Javeria Nawed

by Javeria Nawed
Karachi, Pakistan

Wishing love & peaceWe’re often found facing ourselves with one of the most widely-understood-yet-immensely-haunting question: Have we, as humans, made the world rotten?

Look around yourself and you’ll be encircled by waves of shame. Dustbins are no more dustbins, to start with. They’re some ‘official witnesses” of the garbage humans create. Big yellow pits begging ‘use me’ are in fact an eyesore to many who prefer to leisurely consume and ignore. Ignore the responsibility of being a ‘human’.

And do we bother to replace the greens we’re so in a hurry to root off to feed our needs? The plants and trees which are a paradise for living organisms, what injustice are we doing to them? We’re dissolving the bird’s homes to build ours? Huh, what cruelty! The cars. We’re so fond of them. It hurts to walk a mile. After all, aren’t we the focus of the planet? Being the superior most creation? So it must be permissible to liberate tons of killing exhaust from our vehicles. Our comfort counts the most. Who would care about the atmospheric disgust while driving to their favourite eat-out?

If you dare to pretend that my bellowing horn couldn’t make you move an inch, be aware! I can jump off my cultus and tear you apart. Yes, sadly this is the ‘tolerance’ we supposedly- decent beings show. We’re always ready to cut and kill anyone who stands in our way. We’ve even lost the sense of conscience, a sense which distinguishes us from other creations. Isn’t it deplorable?

Moreover, I often see children ‘playing’ to their heart’s content in streets. That must be okay. What becomes unacceptable is when their ‘sport’ involves hitting and running innocent animals. Dogs and cats are stoned for fun, that’s what they call it. Now these little minds cannot be blamed for the choices they’re making. The fault is ours. The adults. How many of us actually stop and advice these youngs that animals are a living being? Honestly, this mind-your-own-business when the world’s decaying has already ruined us!

There’s also the issue of our love for new clothes and makeup and shaving blades. We have to look our best in our gatherings, meetings, parties, gyming, and what not. Do you know that the amount you spend in looking glamorous per month could pay off a poor child’s school fee? Or you knew but you preferred your sparkling hang outs? Probably the second one. Because that’s what we’ve become. Tears of our under privilege brothers and sisters is not ours to worry about. Blame the government for this unequal distribution of wealth. That’s a chicken way out: humans’ beloved excuse!

“We can never obtain peace in the outer world until we make peace with ourselves.” {Dalai Lama, a noble Buddhist}

This is what the humanity should strive for. This is what we’re born for. To cleanse ourselves of the injustice, to wash off our indignities, to pride in comforting others. Inner solace is the antidote we seek.

And having pointed out the everyday paradoxity,I wish I could possess the Elder Wand somehow. One flick and we would be transformed into a ‘human society’. A place for everyone to fit in, to love, to care, to worry, to cry.

Huh, how I wish.


No infidelity in love

Love Heartsby Zoha Khalid
Islamabad, Pakistan

Definition of love changes with the thinking perspectives of people, but the love does not. The concept of love varies from person to person but the feeling does not. What is love actually? Do we know what does it mean? As for me, love is me. I am the love and the person related to me is my love.

It is not an eternal feeling, it is just a feeling – the voice of heart. As there is no infidelity in God, so as in love there is no infidelity either. We love God as we all know that only he is ours, only he listens to us and only he provides us the happiness we want. Just think if we take someone equal to God, what will happen? We’ll be destroyed as erupted volcanoes, disturbed as a flood, and we’ll be falling down as a shooting star which has no destiny. As I have faith in God, I have faith in my love and I believe in that and as long as I believe in tha, l will not be down ever.

My love is with my father as well – I love him and I have a faith in him that as long as my father is with me, no one on earth can harm me. He is my pride. He is like a king to me. I am his princess and his love is like a castle to me. He is a sea and I am a mermaid who is nothing without a sea. My father is my love of life and he is everything to me and as long as I just rely on my father and do not confuse his status with anyone else, I will be successful in life. This is what love means to me.
My love is with my mother – I love her. She is like a blanket in the winter’s cold. She is like a shade of a tree to me, my paradise – for which I do not have to struggle to get it. It’s just mine. She is like a melody without which my song is incomplete. She is my world and she is the love of my life. And if I count some other person to her place in my life then it’ll be cruel to me and my mother.

My love is with my special one, who teaches me if I love someone else than him this way then he will never accept it. He says that I only belong to him and he belongs to me. He teaches me that as there is no infidelity in God, then its also not in love. These words whisper in my ears and I don’t feel alone as he claims his authority in me. I like the way he scolds me on my stupid deeds. True love does not mean that we start doing wrong things to get it. Your true lover never persuades you to do anything wrong for him even if doing the good things make you apart. He does not think for himself or for us, he just wants me to be happy. He does not want to set dreams in my heart for the future. He wants to fulfill my present dreams that I see. He teaches me whether he is with me or not, I have to be happy and good because he believes that whether he is with me or not in person, his shadow is with me all the time. I think about him every single second of my life and I believe he will always be there for me.

Whenever I am in trouble, I just remind myself of the loves of my life. First, the God, then my father, then my mother, and last but not the least, my angel. Without these people, I won’t be able to survive. It’s a message to all the youth from my side that love isn’t just having a good time, we have to give a lot in that without expecting anything back. And as I have mentioned earlier, “as there is no infidelity in God, there must be no infidelity in love either”.


The downfall

Sad girl

How a teenager’s life got ruined because of generation & communication gap

by Zoha Khalid
Islamabad, Pakistan

Sometimes we and our elders think that the major cause of a teenager’s downfall is negligence towards studies and they doubt that their children are involved in some bad habits and activities. But the elders didn’t notice or try to find out what exactly is their problem and the children in their shyness or because of fear do not tell or make their parents understand their real problems. Here is a true story of downfall of a girl in her life.

There was a girl who was a bright and successful student till she got the real jerks in her life. When she was in 10th grade, she became friends with a guy. It was a real and sincere friendship like one could never even here but the mistake these both made was that they hid that friendship from their parents. After 10 months of friendship, the girl’s parents came to know about her friendship and got very angry. The girl tried a lot to make them understand that there isn’t anything wrong between them but the parents were not willing to listen. They called the boy to their house and insulted him, and the boy just listened to them because he didn’t want to misbehave with them. He was from a really good family and he was not taught to misbehave with the elders. Then he went back his home.

The girl’s parents didn’t understand how to handle this situation and they made their daughter grounded for some days telling her that the guy was just playing game with her thats why he never contacted back but the reality was that the girl’s parents threatened the boy and his family even though the boy was innocent. All this passed away but the result of that was horrible, the girl in revenge against the boy and her parents became evil and left all the good deeds she had before. Earlier, she used to be an honest and friendly girl but afterwards she transformed herself into a girl without emotions. She made many male friends that she can talk with and make fun with. She also made herself mentally and physically tortured because of her depression.

Now that girl is a failure in her life, she faced downfall in every aspect of her life. This was only because her parents think that friends are not essential for one’s life. Thy might think like this because they both themselves didn’t get good friends ion their lives so they think that their daughter too should not make friends. Its not like they were wrong but they were not able to understand their daughter and they could not handle the situation properly. They did not have the time to listen to their daughter and solve her problems in a humble manner. The last words from the girl I interviewed were “Life is really painful!”.


It’s just not love!

Loveby Jehanzeb Khan

I was born back in the days when people believed in ‘Love at first sight’, ‘The one’, and “Hey! I like you and I wanna marry you’, back in the time when the mere definition of infatuation was not cloaked by the aspects of love. They used to say, “You either fall in love once, or you’ve just lived long enough to find a way to deny it.” This was when an ardent look in the eye at your lover fulfilled the most whimsical of desires one could conceive of. The entire notion of love was a mystical mystery to the meat suit; an inexplicable emotion of care for someone beyond what the bounds of nature could limit. It were those days when every heartbeat of a lover, throbbed to pray for their love to have the eternal bliss, in a barter for their entire world. Love would beguile the influenced to the brink where the wrong felt right, insomnia was passion, crazy was coddling, thank you was sweet, possessiveness meant care, crying seemed normal, fights were justifiable, and much much more. To sum it up, love was a unique dimension; something that wasn’t out in the air for just anyone to sniff, but for the stout-hearted that knew no fear of succumbing to the most precious and valuable of assets.

Synonymous was the ambiance to a 70’s boys’ love tale, a mortal one. He puts it today and i narrate: “To be in a loop with my lover, where we lived through our eyes, our sentiments, what’s rambled above, was a relish. To this day, I wouldn’t barter the experience, the exhilaration, the promises, the secrets, for any wonder of the world. The sound of her speaking was like music to my ears and it left me breathless. The queer sensation of standing besides her, in a crowd, would move me. The best part is, is I would never want to re-live any of it. I’d always keep the sanctity of ‘the one time it happened’. The reminiscent memories to this fragment of my life are just fulfilling enough to not leave me inclined to another girl in my surrounding.”

So what’s love today? A mask to the sexual desperation? A game for the youngsters to play? Or a shallow action to exploit the feelings of one? All of this collected, makes up for the word ‘love’. The expressions that the poets used to put in their venturous love stories, are now replaced with disreputing phrases like ‘Play hard to get’, ‘First base’ and ‘Hook up, Break up, Patch up’. Today, i see young people falling in love every other day. Moreover, infatuation is the new love. These days it’s just like a sport to everyone. As pathetic as it sounds, texting on the phone, endless lame phone calls and chatting on the Internet to the point where there is nothing left to say, is the contemporary channel to express your feelings. Everything between the two sexes is just so programmed and monotonous. It’s all about mind games. If you’ve got a decent IQ and have a way with words, you can score a girl sitting in front of a screen. I mean come on, where did the facial charm and the mesmerizing thought conveying without uttering a word go? It’s like 2 days of intermittent chat and you’re drooling all over your girl, and the next day you take the gloves off on a lousy issue. Bam! We broke up. A week later, after you’ve been on the market with no alternate, you get back with her. This is the patch up.

Coming honest to whom you love and being truthful of what you say is just an old-fashioned custom. Being a plastic in the society and keeping up a poker face is viewed as a quality in the ritual of multiple relationships. Cheating on your girlfriend or a spouse, is considered a playful art. You just have to be sleek enough to memorize a few standard lines, invest on extravagant gifts, and delude the others with them. With a tad bit planning, it all works like magic.

A rendezvous with a random girl, have a coffee along with a few gossip sessions is all it takes to go bonkers over a girl. The marvels of having the blessing to love someone is lost into bewilderment. Whatever this may be, It’s just not love.

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