I am a Kashmiri by birth but a blogger by choice and writing is my passion. I am a passionate blogger. I love Internet surfing and reading & writing about politics and fiction. I have my own ambitions and dreams and working continuously to achieve them. Last and most important I like to stand what I believe in.
I always try to hide my griefs, but my stupid sense of humor reveals them every time :(
As a child, we all love superheroes. And they should be, as they have got everything which makes us happy and safe. Regardless of all the mess going around in their personal life, all they care about is utilizing their superpowers to make people around them happy.
Our childhood memories are filed with fantasy dreams which we used to create with our beloved superheroes. But now when we recall that time, we just smirk at our innocence, as we know that there is no such thing as superheroes exist.
But what if it was not fantasy? If you had actually met any superhero, would your reaction be the same while recalling them??
It all occurred to me on 2nd Nov, 2011, when I received a text from my friend.
“My Companion, My Advisor, My Consultant, My Love is no more in this world. May his soul rest in peace. انا لله وانا اليه راجعون “
It was perhaps the first time when news of anyone’s demise watered my eyes. Although I was sitting in my workplace filled with people, but everything started looking empty.
A Kashmir-ITE who loves sleeping. Neurotic and a dreamer. I'm the definition of lazy! :D :P
An ordinary human being working for making small changes in "Everyday Life".
I'm a Freelance 'Writer'. I'm interested in "Everyone" & "Everything" & I like to see & I 'Feel' the "World" through other "People". Something I have always done since I was a "Child". I have tried to look at the world through the "Eyes" of the 'Man or Woman' I was "With". I find it difficult about myself. As everytime I encounter a new incident a new being within "Me" gets introduced to myself. Everytime a new page is added in my life.
I believe everything that happens is "Predestined".
The Death Of The Martyrs Is 'Life Of The Nation'. The Blood Of The Martyrs Is The 'Offering Of The Nation'. Few Branches Fall So That The Garden Can 'Bloom'. Few Heads Fall So That The Nation Can Have 'Life'. I Salute All The Shuhada's!!
I want to die with my forehead on the ground, The Sunnah in my heart, Allah on my mind,Quran on my tongue, and Tears in my eyes
لآ إلـ‗__‗ـه إلآ اللـ‗__‗ـه مُحمـ‗__‗ـدٌ رسـ‗__‗ـول اللـ‗__‗ـه
أشهد أن لا إلـﮧ إلاَّ اللـَّـﮧ
......و أشهد أن مُـכـمَّــدْ رَسُــولُ اللـَّـﮧ
❝ Oh ALLAH, forgive my sins before I die ❞
\¸ I LOVE ISLAM ,.,\