Our worlds on the planet

 They left a lasting impression on me (AMMI ABBU)  On the 29th of June, 1997, Ammi, it has been 24 years since you left us, April 28th, 2000. It's been 21 years since you left us Abbu, and I am still moving forward ... Ammi abbu, it was difficult for me to cope with the anguish that had occurred in my heart when you left us, and I bear this pain with grace. This is something I have to deal with on a daily basis...  I miss your presence in the items you bought for me, Abbu, a dinner  set that we went to acquire for me.  a tea set you two brought back from Hajj for me. My blanket reminds me of you two every night.  I don't have a wardrobe or closet to open with your belonging and miss your presence. However, I recall the perfectly folded shirts and the neatly kept garments and accessories. Your Itter (perfume), rosary, and several Topi (hats) in a closet are no longer waiting for you to appear at any moment, Abbu.  From Fajr prayers in the morning to Asr...

 Reflect on the trials and tribulations that life has thrown our way. All of the pebbles, stones, and boulders thrown at us as life's trials and problems. Each one has a unique narrative to tell and a unique trip to take. We witness a history of our life's course when we stroll through ourselves to those gravel roads. Each of them has a narrative to tell, a storey of emotions, trauma, grief, and anguish.  We are not alone; everyone of us has our own world and novel to write. We don't have much to erase but what we do have is each other to shape.  Every stone, pebble, and rock thrown to destroy or damage something, has essentially reenacted, recreated, or rewritten something in order to mould us. Now, how we wish to shape ourselves is determined by our resilience, dependability, strength, and confidence.  I believe the hurdles and problems are like building blocks that can be used to view through another door that opens when one shuts if we learn how to place them exa...

 Fall Season  When the leaves start to fall in Autumn, we notice a change, a shift in the season, and a full series of transformations in the soil, leaves, and the weather itself. We appreciate not only the beauty it creates over time, but also the fortitude and struggle it takes to recover. When the atmosphere becomes foggy, icy, and muddy during the course, we are taught to remain subtle; we have all that harvest and gorgeous colours to tell us that things aren't over, but are reconnecting, and reviving when given space and time. Nothing dies; everything evolves and regenerates; all we need is the fortitude and ability to reconnect and renew. This cycle was aided greatly by our belief in ourselves.  How can a spirit be rusted, a body be flimsy, and a mind be foggy? Changing one's perspective and looking at things from a different perspective can have a long-term positive impact.

 Love is not in the air,  It is out of the air It requires Oxygen Intubation would make it still, To find out who is out there for real It has been so suffocated lately  It has been so dry and itchy In the alure road of driven imagination It all about the life and aspiration

 We get so caught up in counting the stars that we don't realise we've already lost the moon. We become engrossed in the idea of BIG. "IFS" of our ties and relationships. Everything around us appears to be and feels like a gigantic lie. Our erratic and destructive thought process becomes toxic, slowly consuming not only ourselves but also our loved ones. People go through good and bad times, but when they go through the darkest periods and face a breach of trust, it cuts deeper and harder than anything else. A person's only gift to himself or herself is a quest to  re-establish trust.

 Cinderella a character from a traditional fairy tale. In this day and time, you won't be able to catch a glimpse of the old narrative.  Today's Cinderella is nothing like the classic storey that we used to envision every night before going to bed and subsequently dream about. Cinderella, on the other hand, must create her own path and determine her own destiny; only she can transform herself into a princess. Cinderella, who had been imprisoned in the house for a long time, has struggled to discover her identity, to be recognised and accepted in this period and time.  She is free to go out, but she must find ways to be recognized and accepted ; her empowerment is weak and must be moulded. Cinderella doesn't have  a prince to be her Galaxy's guardian; instead,  she must rise tall and travel side by side in the journey of life. A fairy with a magic wand can't change things in the blink of an eye to make things easier for her. Cinderella's misplaced sandal means sh...

 “Norman,” Ali's childhood toy pet, an important part of our growing up.  We used to play together, and the stories associated with that are remained here .  Norman's departure with Ali reminds me of the bonds we form with our surrounds, toys, the environment, and the people we live with. Norman is still a permanent part of his study table.  Apparently a harmless, lifeless toy is still got the privilege to be with him.  However, no matter how far Norman travels, he may not have enough opportunities to continue generating memories along the way. Pick and drop, preparing dinner for a week or two, is a memory. It also doesn't have the delectable taste of long-awaited phone calls or text responses. I believe we should accept change and learn to grow within it rather than displaying our links and relationships in a cage to physically attach to it.

 Designations, awards, and recognitions are well-known criteria for distinguishing oneself from others in a variety of aspects of our professional and public lives, as well as our personal connections. How well we embrace and cherish these endearing and appealing characteristics that we recognise and attribute to ourselves. That got me thinking about GAAP, CA, CPA,ACCA, Dr. Eng. IT professionals, scientists  and many other designations, as well as their level of acceptance in our society as the most higher, mid, or entry level positions are easily accepted, and we live knowing that's how we're accomplished and satisfied in this life's path. In addition  to that we all have set of rules to follow in order to stay on top of these designations. However, I believe that the almighty has also sent the book of rule, a guide for us all to carve our path for the afterlife in order to prepare us for it, and I pray that we do not lose sight of finding and carving our way to the end ...

 Ibaadu-ur-Rahman When disappointment stalked us loneliness engulfed, and fear took its toll on,  When We felt like We are  above the ground, with the sand moving away from our feet and the dessert widening but no water around,  When clouds have developed beneath the sky, threatening a storm with no place to hide, when we found ourselves in the midst of nowhere, being throttled or strangled with a suffocating rope. It is the time when a person feels lonely and is striving to find the strength to face challenges or obstacles. It's a moment when many missteps and mistakes are realised, as well as abundance. Those moments when we have no shoulders to rest on, are the toughest ones. I still feel them.  The voice of fear, an unknown terror urging us to give up and abandon the hope, and the whispering of beliefs each had their own session after that.  Throughout all of these ups and downs, problems and challenges, when  we are unable to determine whether lon...

 To my kitchen, from yours Food's aroma and flavour transport us  back to our childhood kitchen.  The kitchen of  our Ammi.  Every morning, we were greeted by the aroma of freshly prepared Bhuna gosht and zerra roti for abbu's workplace lunch. Also, certain sealan dishes were made using a variety of vegetables that I would grumble and refuse to eat most of the time, forcing me to eat something else. However, I can't help but think of Zeera roti, which is one of my favourite things to eat with mango pulp, bathua roti, and gajar ka halwa, how delicious it was when made by you. That Pulao with the best aroma and Shami kabab, I'll never be able to replicate them in my kitchen, but one thing is certain: every time I prepare the meal, my memories transport me to your kitchen and intertwined with the virtual reality of my past, Ammi, where we all had chores assigned to us while you were busy preparing food.  I'm thinking of how squeezed our schedule used to be, co...

 A person's traits, character, identity, and personality are a mix of distinct factors that combine to create him or her a person. It's a little bit of everything that makes me who I am today. It's not all about my upbringing, environment, or what I was born with, but it's a little bit of everything.  The decisions I made and the path I chose were largely influenced by the circumstances I found myself in. From the time we were a little seed within our mother's womb, we have been deeply rooted within.  Every action, every emotion of a person has had an impact since then, and a new entity inside the womb has begun to establish its own personality. Later, on this planet's surface, it formed, moulded, and shifted from one attribute to the next, from one individual to the next, and from one group to many, influencing one another and leaving an impression. Making a difference or leaving an impression, living with a purpose, a purpose that would save many or one...  Os...

 The trauma of losing someone takes its toll on us; it eats away at our thinking processes; our visionary lenses are always cloudy and we are far from finding serenity. Regardless of how tiny or large the problem is, it always causes anxiety and fear. As time passes, it takes a toll on our mental strength and grows wider. Trauma lingered in my mind after I left Pakistan.  Losing a parent at a young age and being aware of the elements that contribute to it adds to the agony and loss, but our circumstances and surroundings also play a role in its development.  No matter how powerful we appear to be on the surface, our dread grows and roots deeper. All we have to do,  is maintain the  strength to keep pushing forward.  After how many years of not visiting Pakistan, it had impacted me on a mental and physical level to the point that anything connected to my loved ones happening my mental trauma puts me in a vulnerable position of fear and anxiety. Positive thou...

 The Generational Disparity  Relationships with a communication gap and the emotional tie that binds them all together is a jumble of different things. Generations, an era that grows and expands through technology and the systems that accompany it, has always had an affect on us, on our society, to the point that we have begun to feel different amongst ourselves. We push down emotions in a relationship and stick to logic. The logical string serves as a bond that binds us together or keeps us apart.  Our requirements determine how much we care, and the component of our compatibility is more chemically connecting one another tighter or closer than the values we formerly were proud of, or at the very least had peace of mind in our thoughts thinking differently. There is no relying on one another... there is no emotional attachment. Each individual is responsible for their own well-being. There is always a logical way of looking at things, at scenarios that occur within us, a...