From my Sister's diary 1

Life itself is a great teacher, a wide platform where we learn at every moment. We learn from the different phases of the ups and downs of life, from the tumble, from the separation, from the togetherness and so on...

Life taught me and still now teaches a lot of things. Sometimes in sheer desperateness I plunge into utter pessimism. Sometimes my heart finds the outlet through the words of Estragon. The whole world comes to a standstill. Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes. It seems awful. It seems I'm stuck into deep quicksand. The more I try to stand up, the deeper I drown. I wander through the alleys of life to find its meaning. I bleed, I suffer in the thorn of life. I feel I'm smothered. I grope for a wee bit of green greenery to breathe lungs full of. I find no light, rather remain sunken in the dark abyss of pessimism..

Then few words awaken me with a sudden blow. Allah says in Quran not to despair from His mercy. No one except the kafirs despair from His mercy. These few words work as a resurgent power. I start to find the meaning of life in a newer way. I start to love life. I start to live life to be grateful to my Lord in whose hand remains my life's control. I learn, if one has Almighty Allaah with her, she needs nothing more in this short span of life. All the difficulties seem easier to overcome..

Therefore I say--

" Surely I've turned myself, being upright, wholly to Him Who originated the heavens and the earth, and I am not of the polytheists".---- Al Anaam, 79.

I believe in the decree of my Lord. I believe, when my dua remain unanswered, unfulfilled in the way I want, then there might some wrong in my prayer or there must be something better in Allaah's plan. Indeed Allaah is the best planner.

Poetry 5

The Road Not Taken

Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim

Because it was grassy and wanted wear,

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Poetry 4

SAID A BLADE OF GRASS

Kahlil Gibran

Said a blade of grass to an autumn leaf, “You make

such a noise falling! You scatter all my winter dreams.”

Said the leaf indignant, “Low-born and low-dwelling!

Songless, peevish thing! You live not in the upper air

and you cannot tell the sound of singing.”

Then the autumn leaf lay down upon the earth

and slept. And when spring came she waked again — and

she was a blade of grass.

And when it was autumn and her winter sleep

was upon her, and above her through all the air the leaves

were falling, she muttered to herself, “O these autumn

leaves! They make such noise! They scatter all my

winter dreams.”

courtesy: markcassino.com

A simple reminder that nothing undoes dignity like peevish indignation. Courtesy: brainpickings