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		<title>Khilonay By Amjad Islam Amjad</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2012 02:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Faiza</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[کھلونوں کی دکانوں میں کھلونے ہی کھلونے ہیں ہزاروں رنگ ہیں انکے ، ہزاروں روپ ہیں انکے کبھی ہنستے، کبھی روتے، کبھی نغمے سناتے ہیں چمکتی موٹروں میں آنے والے خوش لباس و خوش نما بچے جدھر دیکھیں جہاں پر ہاتھ رکھ  دیں ، ان کھلونوں کے وہی مالک، وہی قابض، وہی آقا ٹھرتے ہیں &#8230; </p><p><a class="more-link block-button" href="http://blog.pakfellows.com/index.php/2012/01/30/khilonay-by-amjad-islam-amjad/">Continue reading &#187;</a>]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Alvi Nastaleeq; font-size: large;">کھلونوں کی دکانوں میں کھلونے ہی کھلونے ہیں<br />
ہزاروں رنگ ہیں انکے ، ہزاروں روپ ہیں انکے<br />
کبھی ہنستے، کبھی روتے، کبھی نغمے سناتے ہیں<br />
چمکتی موٹروں میں آنے والے خوش لباس و خوش نما بچے<br />
جدھر دیکھیں جہاں پر ہاتھ رکھ  دیں ، ان کھلونوں کے<br />
وہی مالک، وہی قابض، وہی آقا ٹھرتے ہیں<br />
وہ چاہیں تو کسی لمحے<br />
جسے چاہیں اٹھائیں اور چکنا چور کر ڈالیں<br />
کھلونوں کی دکانوں میں وہ گڈّے اور گڑیاں اب نہیں ملتے<br />
کے جو پھٹتے لحافوں سے رویئ کے گچھوں<br />
پرانی دھججیوں سے مل کے بنتے تھے<br />
محلے بھر کے بچے جن کی شادی میں باراتی بن کے آتے تھے<br />
تو ایسی ہی مسرت سے بھری دنیا کی بانہوں میں<br />
جواں ہوتے تھے وہ لاکھوں، کروڑوں خوش نظر بچے<br />
کے جو اپنے انہی خود ساختہ ، بھدے نہایت ان گھڑے<br />
سستے کھلونوں کو متاعِ جاں سمجھتے تھے<br />
انہیں اپنے شکستہ گھر کے طاقوں ، کھڑکیوں، الماریوں<br />
میں یوں سجاتے تھے<br />
کے جیسے ان سے بہتر چیز دنیا میں کہاں ہوگی<br />
یہی بچے جو اب حسرت بھری دزدیدہ نظروں سے<br />
کھلونوں کی دکانوں میں کبھی جو جھانکنا چاہیں<br />
تو انکو ایسا کرنے کی اجازت ہی نہیں ملتی<br />
کے شیلفوں میں سجا اک بھی کھلونا انکے وارے میں نہیں ہوتا<br />
یہ دنیا ایسی منڈی ہے<br />
بلا قیمت جہاں انسان بیچے جا تو سکتے ہیں<br />
کھلونوں کا مگر سودا خسارے میں نہیں ہوتا<br />
زمانے بھر کے بچوں کا یہ مشترکہ وتیرہ ہے<br />
کھلونے جب ملیں انکو تو وہ خوش ہو کے ہنستے ہیں<br />
مگر جب ان کھلونوں سے بھری اونچی دکانوں سے<br />
پلٹتے پھول سے بچے ، تہی دامان آتے ہیں<br />
نم آنکھوں میں ، بھرے آنسو، بہ صد مشکل چھپاتے ہیں<br />
تو لگتا ہے<br />
کہ بچے اب نہیں ہنستے<br />
کھلونے ان پہ ہنستے ہیں</span></p>
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		<title>A Matter of Focus</title>
		<link>http://blog.pakfellows.com/index.php/2011/10/05/a-matter-of-focus/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Oct 2011 18:07:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Faiza</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Have you noticed how different people who view the same incident can have different conclusions of what happened? Has your environment slanted your thinking? Have your experiences clouded your thoughts of good and bad? What causes us to have varying opinions of events? What can we do to remain focused and positive in our conclusions? &#8230; </p><p><a class="more-link block-button" href="http://blog.pakfellows.com/index.php/2011/10/05/a-matter-of-focus/">Continue reading &#187;</a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-3246" title="work.597610.3.flat,550x550,075,f.always-look-on-the-bright-side-of-life" src="http://blog.pakfellows.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/work.597610.3.flat550x550075f.always-look-on-the-bright-side-of-life-300x300.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="300" />Have you noticed how different people who view the same incident can have different conclusions of what happened? Has your environment slanted your thinking? Have your experiences clouded your thoughts of good and bad?</p>
<p>What causes us to have varying opinions of events? What can we do to remain focused and positive in our conclusions?</p>
<p>I&#8217;m reminded of the airplane passenger, waiting for takeoff. Looking to the left side of the plane, he saw a beautiful sunset. Looking to the right, he saw dark and threatening clouds. No matter the sky, his flight was still bound for a particular destination.</p>
<p>Our lives are similar to the view of that passenger. We are heading on our destination, knowing there will be some happy, beautiful times, but there will also be some dark shadows along life&#8217;s pathway.</p>
<p>We can learn and appreciate a valuable lesson in this allegory. If we abide in Him, we will proceed to our destination with peace and joy, no matter the dark days that shadow our lifetime. We have that choice.</p>
<p>We can dwell on the gloomy picture, or we can focus on the bright things and leave the dark and ominous situations to God. He, alone, can handle them anyway. Focus on God and you will be able to experience the peace that passes all understanding.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: green;"><strong>:Bob Stoess</strong></span></span><br />
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		<title>News of Bin Laden’s Death and Social Media&#8217;s Power of Communication</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Sep 2011 16:01:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sidrah Zaheer</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was about to sign out of my email account, when there appeared a new email in my inbox. I immediately opened it to check it out. It was from one of the citizen journalism social networking sites I am a member of. All it said without any details to the information was that Bin &#8230; </p><p><a class="more-link block-button" href="http://blog.pakfellows.com/index.php/2011/09/09/news-of-bin-ladens-death-and-the-power-of-communication/">Continue reading &#187;</a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-3232" src="http://blog.pakfellows.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/who-is-osama-bin-laden-twitter-224x300.png" alt="" width="224" height="300" />I was about to sign out of my email account, when there appeared a new email in my inbox. I immediately opened it to check it out. It was from one of the citizen journalism social networking sites I am a member of. All it said without any details to the information was that Bin Laden died. He was killed finally. How was it all done, the email did not elaborate. Just as this email came to my inbox due to subscription to its newsletters, it went to many others too for revealing one the biggest headlines of the year.</p>
<p>I was intending to shut down my computer to carry on with the day’s routine. But when I received the email, I changed my whole plan of following on my usual routine, at least for the next forty minutes or so. All I was curious to know was how did Bin Laden meet his death. Indeed, it was good news, but not a relieving one. Since killing the name behind the terrorist attacks on 9/11 doesn’t finish off the evil intent his other co-networkers still hold.</p>
<p>I went to Google further about Bin Laden’s death to get the details. There was a whole stream of updates scrolling from the micro-blogging website, Twitter. Almost each second, people from all around the world, were tweeting their reactions about the news and their feelings on the matter. Everyone from journalists to news readers, all were there streaming their immediate thoughts. It is amazing how the breaking news of Bin Laden’s death was actually broken by Twitter. The world came to know of one of the greatest headlines in recent history, but not through mainstream news media, but through the social networking website, Twitter.</p>
<p>Although it does show the status Twitter has achieved and the importance of connectivity through social networking in this advanced era of fast communication, it also tells us how any news can be spread instantly without any detailed analysis. The first impact is obtained and a perspective fixed at the outset. This is the power of social media and it is growing ever more.</p>
<p>This year is the 10<sup>th</sup> anniversary of the dreadful events in the New York City in 2001. Let us hope that just as the evolution of social media has given us such communicative power, different nations from around the world also evolve in their understanding of each other and learn to respect their differences in cultures and traditions. Though there are many different languages, but keeping in mind the essential purpose of a language, which is communication, let us negotiate and build bridges. Living peacefully together and co-existing in harmony is what I hope can attain such power of connectivity as social media has today.<br />
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		<title>People are&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Aug 2011 00:43:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Faiza</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[“People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered; … Forgive them anyway. If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; … Be kind anyway. If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies; … Succeed anyway. If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; … &#8230; </p><p><a class="more-link block-button" href="http://blog.pakfellows.com/index.php/2011/08/19/people-are/">Continue reading &#187;</a>]]></description>
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<p>“People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered;<br />
… Forgive them anyway.<br />
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;<br />
… Be kind anyway.<br />
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;<br />
… Succeed anyway.<br />
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;<br />
… Be honest and frank anyway.<br />
What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;<br />
… Build anyway.<br />
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;<br />
… Be happy anyway.<br />
The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;<br />
… Do good anyway.<br />
Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;<br />
… Give the world the best you’ve got anyway.<br />
You see, in the final analysis, it is between <strong>you</strong> and <strong>God</strong>;<br />
It was never between you and them anyway.”</p>
<p><strong>——— Mother Theresa.</strong><br />
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		<title>بانو قدسیہ کے قلم سے</title>
		<link>http://blog.pakfellows.com/index.php/2011/07/30/bano-qudsia-kay-qalam-se/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Jul 2011 10:32:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Faiza</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[سوچ دو طرح کی ہوتی ہے۔ایک سوچ علم سے نکلتی ہے اور ریگستان میں جا کر سوکھتی ہے۔دوسری سوچ وجدان سے جنم لیتی ہے اور باغ کے دہانے پر لے جاتی ہے۔ان ہی دو قسم کے خیالات سے دو طرح کا رہنا سہنا جنم لیتا ہے۔ایک رہنا سہنا علم اور تجویز سے جنم لیتا ہے،اس &#8230; </p><p><a class="more-link block-button" href="http://blog.pakfellows.com/index.php/2011/07/30/bano-qudsia-kay-qalam-se/">Continue reading &#187;</a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Alvi Nastaleeq; font-size: large;"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-3151" title="005" src="http://blog.pakfellows.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/005.gif" alt="" width="180" height="180" />سوچ دو طرح کی ہوتی ہے۔ایک سوچ علم سے نکلتی ہے اور ریگستان میں جا کر سوکھتی ہے۔دوسری سوچ وجدان سے جنم لیتی ہے اور باغ کے دہانے پر لے جاتی ہے۔ان ہی دو قسم کے خیالات سے دو طرح کا رہنا سہنا جنم لیتا ہے۔ایک رہنا سہنا علم اور تجویز سے جنم لیتا ہے،اس میں چاقو،چھری،مقدمہ،بحث، مباحثے،کس بل،حق حقوق،چھینا جھپٹی،کرودھ کام ہنکار سب ہوتا ہے</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Alvi Nastaleeq; font-size: large;">دوسرا رہنا سہنا اہک اور قسم کی سوچ سے نکلتا ہے۔اس میں وجدان ،شانتی،امن،پرائسچت،پریم کی وجہ سے ہجرت کا سماں رہتا ہے۔اسی وجدان کی وجہ سےایسی سوچ والے لوگ غریبی میں امیر اور امیری میں غریب دکھائی دیتے ہیں،تم چاہو تو علم کا ڈنڈا پکڑ لو پھر وکیل ضروری ہو گا۔میرے وجدان پر اعتبار کرو تو جنگل چھوڑ دو۔آگے ہر پڑاؤ پر تمہیں امن ہی امن لہراتا ملے گا۔</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Alvi Nastaleeq; font-size: large;">تعلق بھی حسیات سے تعلق رکھنے والی غیر مرئی خوبیوں میں سے ایک کیفیت ہے، جسے محسوس تو کیا جا سکتا ہے لیکن سمجھنے پر آئیں تو سمجھ نہیں سکتے۔ ماں کی محبت کے تعلق کو مامتا کہہ کر واضع نہیں کر سکتے۔ ڈکشنری میں یا لٹریچر سے اس کی وضاحتیں ملتی ہیں، مامتا نہیں ملتی۔ جہاد پر جان سے گزر جانے والے بہادر کے جذبے کو اس وقت تک سمجھا نہیں جا سکتا، جب تک آپ خود ایسی بہادری کا حصہ نہ بن جائیں۔ تعلق، زندگی سے نبرد آزما ہونے کے لیے صبر کی مانند ایک ڈھال ہے۔ جب کبھی جہاں بھی سچا تعلق پیدا ہو جاتا ہے، وہاں قناعت، راحت اور وسعت خود بخود پیدا ہوجاتی ہے۔</span></p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Alvi Nastaleeq; font-size: large;">حاصل گھاٹ</span></p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Alvi Nastaleeq; font-size: large;">میں نے انسان کو شہر بساتے اور حق مانگتے دیکھا ہے۔۔۔ جان لو صاحبو! جب کبھی سڑک بنتی ہے اس کے دائیں بائیں کا حق ہوتا ہے، جو مکان شہروں میں بنتے ہیں باپ کے مرتے ہی وارثوں کا حق بن جاتے ہیں۔ میرے ساتھ چلو اور چل کر دیکھو جب سے انسان نے جنگل چھوڑا ہے اس نے کتنے حق ایجاد کر لیے ہیں۔ رعایا اپنا حق مانگتی ہے، حکومت کو اپنے حقوق پیارے ہیں، شوہر بیوی سے اور بیوی شوہر سے حق مانگتی ہے، استاد شاگرد سے اور شاگرد استاد اپنا حق مانگتا ہے۔<br />
اصلی حق کا تصور اب انسان کے پاس نہیں رہا، کچھ مانگنا ہے تو اصلی حق مانگو۔۔۔ جب محبت ملے گی تو پھر سب حق خوشی سے ادا ہونگے، محبت کے بغیر ہر حق ایسے ملے گا جیسے مرنے کے بعد کفن ملتا ہے۔</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Alvi Nastaleeq; font-size: large;">اللہ تعالیٰ شاکی ہے کہ اتنی نعمتوں کے باوجود آدم کی اولاد ناشکری ہے اور انسان ازل اور ابد تک پھیلے ہوئے خدا کے سامنے خوفزدہ کھڑا بلبلا کر کہتا ہے ۔<br />
یا باری تعالیٰ ! تیرے جہاں میں آرزوئیں اتنی دیر سے کیوں پوری ہوتی ہیں ؟<br />
زندگی کے بازار میں ہر خوشی اسمگل ہو کر کیوں آتی ہے ؟<br />
اس کا بھاؤ اس قدر تیز کیوں ہوتا ہے کہ ہر خریدار اسے خریدنے سے قاصر نظر آتا ہے ۔<br />
ہر خوشی کی قیمت اتنے ڈھیر سارے آنسوؤں سے کیوں ادا کرنا پڑتی ہے ۔آقائے دوجہاں ایسے کیوں ہوتا ہے کہ جب بالاآخر خوشی کا بنڈل ہاتھ میں آتا بھی ہے تو اس بنڈل کو دیکھ کر انسان محسوس کرتا ہے کہ دکاندار نے اُسے ٹھگ لیا ہے۔<br />
جو التجا کی عرضی تجھ تک جاتی ہے اُس پر ارجنٹ لکھا ہوتا ہے اور جو مُہر تیرے فرشتے لگاتے ہیں اُس کے چاروں طرف صبر کا دائرہ نظر آتا ہے۔<br />
ایسا کیوں ہے باری تعالیٰ ؟؟<br />
جس مال گاڑی میں تو انسانی خوشی کے بنڈل روانہ کرتا ہے وہ صدیوں پہلے چلتی ہے اور قرن بعد پہنچتی ہے لوگ اپنے اپنے نام کی بُلٹی نہیں چھڑاتے بلکہ صدیوں پہلے مر کھپ گئی ہوئی کسی قوم کی خوشی کی کھیپ یوں آپس میں بانٹ لیتے ہیں جیسے سیلاب زدگان امدادی فنڈ کے سامنے معذور کھڑے ہوں ۔<br />
خوشی کو قناعت میں بدلنے والے رب سے کوئی کیا کہے،جب کہ آج تک اُس نے کبھی انسان کی ایجاد کردہ گھڑی اپنی کلائی پر باندھ کر دیکھی ہی نہیں<br />
امر بیل</span></p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Alvi Nastaleeq; font-size: large;">پاکستان لوٹ جانے میں جو بھی وجوہات مانع تھیں، اپنی جگہ&#8230;. لیکن امریکہ میں بھی میرا دم گھٹنے لگا۔ وہاں میری اندر کی زندگی ایسی تھی جیسے مکڑی کا جالا ہوا میں تیرتا ہو&#8230;. کشتی کی ٹوٹی پتوار بے کراں سمندر پر بے مقصد پھرتی ہو&#8230;. میں لمحے سے لمحے تک&#8230;. دن کو دن سے، سالوں کو نئے سال سے جوڑتا رہا۔ امریکہ صرف ضروریات زندگی کو پورا کرنے کا سفر تھا۔ ضروریات بڑھ رہی تھیں، ان کے لئے جدوجہد اور بھی روز افزوں تھی۔دن، ہفتے، مہینے، سال معیار زندگی کو بہتر بنانے کی نذر ہوتے رہے۔</span></p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Alvi Nastaleeq; font-size: large;">پاکستان میں میرا جسم ناآسودہ تھا، امریکہ میں روح تشنہ رہنے لگی۔ ہولے ہولے اس تشنہ روح نے سوال پوچھنا شروع کر دیئے&#8230;. کیا میں دنیا میں صرف زیادہ کمفرٹس فراہم کرنے کے لئے لایاگیا ہوں؟ مجھے کیا کرنا ہے؟ کس کے لئے کرنا ہے اور پھر کیوں کرنا ہے؟</span></p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Alvi Nastaleeq; font-size: large;">کعبہ میرے پیچھے</span></p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Alvi Nastaleeq; font-size: large;">آزادی اکیلے آدمی کا سفر ہے، رسی تڑوا کر سرپٹ بھاگنے کا عمل ہے۔ محبت اپنی مرضی سے کھلے پنجرے میں طوطے کی طرح بیٹھے رہنے کی صلاحیت ہے۔ محبت اس غلامی کا طوق ہے جو انسان خود اپنے اختیار سے گلے میں ڈالتا ہے۔ یہ عہد پیری مریدی کا نہیں کہ مرشد منوائے اور سالک ماننے کے مقام پر ہو۔ یہ زمانہ شادی کا بھی نہیں کہ شادی میں بھی قدم قدم پر اپنی مرضی کو قربان کرنا پڑتا ہے۔ حضرت ابراھیم جس طرح اپنے بیٹے کو قربان کرنے پر راضی بر رضا رہے، یہ محبت کی عظیم مثال ہے۔<br />
محبت میں ذاتی آزادی کو طلب کرنا &#8220;شرک&#8221; ہے، کیوں کہ بیک وقت دو افراد سے محبت نہیں کی جا سکتی، محبوب سے بھی اور اپنے آپ سے بھی۔ محبت غلامی کا عمل ہے اور آزاد لوگ غلام نہیں رہ سکتے۔<br />
حاصل گھاٹ</span></p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Alvi Nastaleeq; font-size: large;">کچھ لمحے بڑے فیصلہ کن ہوتے ہیں۔ اس وقت یہ طے ہوتا ہے کہ کون کس شخص کا سیارہ بنایا جائے گا۔ جس طرح کسی خاص درجہ حرارت پر پہنچ کر ٹھوس مائع اور مائع گیس میں بدل جاتا ہے‘ اسی طرح کوئی خاص گھڑی بڑی نتیجہ خیز ثابت ہوتی ہے، اس وقت ایک قلب کی سوئیاں کسی دوسرے قلب کے تابع کر دی جاتی ہیں۔ پھر جو وقت پہلے قلب میں رہتا ہے وہی وقت دوسرے قلب کی گھڑی بتاتی ہے‘ جو موسم‘ جو رُت‘ جو پہلے دن میں طلوع ہوتا ہے وہی دوسرے آئینے منعکس ہو جاتا ہے۔ دوسرے قلب کی اپنی زندگی ساکت ہو جاتی ہے۔ اس کے بعد اس میں صرف بازگشت کی آواز آتی ہے۔</span></p>
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		<title>شہر سائیباں</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[حاجی اورنگ زیب خان ٹمبر مرچنٹ ڈوبی ہوئی رقموں کی ادائیگی اور وصولی کی سلسلے میں اکثر پشاور سے کراچی آتے رہتے تھے۔وہ کہتے تھے کہ میں جب کراچی آتا ہوں حیران و پریشان رہتا ہوں، میرا دل بہت اداس ہوتا ہے۔ جس سے ملوں جس سے بولوں کراچی سے کچھ نہ کچھ گلہ ضرور &#8230; </p><p><a class="more-link block-button" href="http://blog.pakfellows.com/index.php/2011/06/06/shehr-e-saiybaan/">Continue reading &#187;</a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Alvi Nastaleeq; font-size: large;"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-3143" title="Karachi-areal-view" src="http://blog.pakfellows.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/Karachi-areal-view-300x199.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="199" />حاجی اورنگ زیب  خان ٹمبر مرچنٹ ڈوبی ہوئی رقموں کی ادائیگی اور وصولی کی سلسلے میں اکثر  پشاور سے کراچی آتے رہتے تھے۔وہ کہتے تھے کہ میں جب کراچی آتا ہوں حیران و  پریشان رہتا ہوں، میرا دل بہت اداس ہوتا ہے۔ جس سے ملوں جس سے بولوں کراچی  سے کچھ نہ کچھ گلہ ضرور رکھتا ہے۔ ایک شخص بھی ایسا نہیں ملا جو اپنے شہر  پر فخر کرتا ہو۔</span></div>
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خان صاحب کہتے ہیں کہ اس کے دو سبب ہیں۔ پہلا تو یہ کہ یہاں فخر کے لائق  کوئی چیز ہے ہی نہیں۔ دوسرا سبب بتانے کیلے انہوں اپنی انگشت شہادت ابھی  سوئے پلک بلند کی ہی تھی کہ مرزا عبدالودود بیگ بیچ میں کود پڑے اور کہنے  لگے صاحب، دوسرا سبب یہ کہ مہاجر،پنجابی، سندھی، بلوچ، پٹھان، سب اپنے رب  کا فضل تلاش کرنے کیلے یہاں آ آکر آباد ہوئے ، کڑی دھوپ پڑ رہی تھی ، سب کے  سروں پر کراچی نے مادر مہرابان کی طرح اپنی پھٹی پرانی چادر کا سائبان  تھام لیا۔</span></div>
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ان پر بھی جو بسر کرنے کیلےفقط ٹھکانہ مانگتے تھےمگر پھر پھسرتے چلے  گئے۔لیکن سب شاکی، سب آزردہ خاطر، سب برہم۔ مہاجر ہی کو لیجئے؛ دلی، لکھنو،  بمبئی ، بارہ منکی،جونا گڑھ، حد یہ کہ اجاڑ جنجنوں ( میرا پرانا وطن ) کو  یاد کر کے آہیں بھرتے ہیں۔ اسے یہ احساس نہیں کہ جنہیں یاد کر کے وہ خود پر  دائمی رقت طاری رکھتا ہے، وہ چھوڑا ہوا شہر نہیں بلکہ اسکی روٹھی جوانی جو  لوٹ کر نہیں آسکتی، کسی بھی شہر میں۔۔<br />
پنجابی جنہیں سب سے پہلے سرسید احمد خان نے زندہ دلان پنجاب لا لقب دیا تھا  جنت میں پہنچ کر بھی لاہور لاہوراے ہی پکارے گا۔ انہیں کراچی ذرا نہیں  بھاتا۔ وہ سندھ کے چتی دار کیلے، چیکو ، اور پپیتے میں ملتان کے انور رٹول  اور منٹ گمری کے مالٹے کا مزہ نہ پا کر سچ مچ اداس ہو جاتے ہیں۔&nbsp;</p>
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<div><span style="font-family: Alvi Nastaleeq; font-size: large;">فرنٹیئرکا گل  زمان خان چوکیدار ، شیر شاہ کالونی کے جونگھڑہ ( جھونپڑی) میں اپنے وطن کے  کوہ و دشت اور دریا مانگتا ہے۔ کوئی نہیں جو اٹھا لائے گھر میں صحرا کو۔۔وہ  صبح دلی کی نہاری کھاتا ہے، سہ پہر کو سیٹھ کی کوٹھی کے ایک اوجھل کونے  میں اپنی مکئی کے بے موسم پودے کو بڑے لاڈ سے پانی ڈالتا ہے۔ اور یہ ٹپہ  گاتا ہے۔</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-family: Alvi Nastaleeq; font-size: large;">پہ پردی وطن ہر یو غمگین ئی<br />
ما پہ پردی وطن کرلی دی گلونہ</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Alvi Nastaleeq; font-size: large;">ترجمہ ( یوں تو پردیس میں ہر شخص غمگین رہتا ہیں،مگر مجھے دیکھو میں نے پرائی زمین میں اپنے وطن کے پھول کھلا دئے ہیں)</span></div>
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وہ دن بھرپشتو لہجے میں بمبئی اردو بولنے کے بعد شام کو ریڈیو پر پشتو  گانوں سے دل پشوری کر لیتا ہے۔اور رات کو پشاور ریلوے سٹیشن کو آنکھوں میں  بھر کے سڑک کے کنارے جھگی میں سو جاتا ہے۔ سڑک پر رات بھر پٹاخے چھوڑتی  موٹر سائیکل، رکشے اور دھاڑتے ٹرک گزرتے رہتے ہیں، پر اسے خواب میں ڈھول  سر، رباب ، اور گھڑے پر ٹپے سنائی دیتے ہیں۔</span></div>
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ادھر کوئٹہ اور زیارت سے آیا ہوا بلوچ کراچی کا نیلا سمندر دیکھتا ہے اور  بلوچستان کے سنگلاخ پہاڑوں اور ان پر چرتے دنبوں کو یاد کر کر کے آبدیدہ ہو  جاتا ہے۔ جنکے وہ بڑے خستہ سجی کباب بنا سکتا تھا۔<br />
اب رہا پرانا سندھی تو وہ غریب اس زمانے کو یاد کر کے آہیں بھرتا ہے جب یہ چاروں حضرات کراچی تشریف نہیں لائے تھے۔</span></div>
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		<title>A Conversation Between Parents and Children</title>
		<link>http://blog.pakfellows.com/index.php/2011/05/21/a-conversation-between-parents-and-children/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 May 2011 07:02:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Faiza</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Parents: Why can&#8217;t you children ever listen to us? Children: Coz of the huge generation gap between us. Parents: Generation gap? What is it? If we provide you everything, as per your desires, the gap would be erased? Children: Maybe&#8230; Parents: The day you came into our lives we became parents. We kept learning about &#8230; </p><p><a class="more-link block-button" href="http://blog.pakfellows.com/index.php/2011/05/21/a-conversation-between-parents-and-children/">Continue reading &#187;</a>]]></description>
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<p><strong>Parents</strong>: Why can&#8217;t you children ever listen to us?</p>
<p><strong>Children</strong>: Coz of the huge generation gap between us.</p>
<p><strong>Parents</strong>: Generation gap? What is it? If we provide you everything, as per your desires, the gap would be erased?</p>
<p><strong>Children</strong>: Maybe&#8230;</p>
<p><strong>Parents</strong>:  The day you came into our lives we became parents. We kept learning  about &#8220;parenting&#8221; on a trial and error basis. As parents we also grow  with you so we can make many mistakes and we expect you to understand  that. Whatever you needed, we were able to provide you but your desires  were larger than our paychecks, but still we tried to fulfill every  desire of yours to our best of ability. So the generation gap is just an  illusion and not reality&#8230;</p>
<p><strong>Children</strong>: You guys  never let us follow our dreams, our passion and you don&#8217;t trust us that  we can make decisions on our own about our life&#8230;</p>
<p><strong>Parents</strong>:  Your dreams and your passions keeps changing as you grow up, so we ask  you to wait to realize what is that you really want to do with your  lives and for that, you need to be educated well enough. That&#8217;s the  basic need; we do provide it. We do trust you unconditionally; you  children give meaning to our lives.</p>
<p>The reason we create barriers  for you is we don&#8217;t ever wish to see you in pain or get hurt because  strange are the ways of life. Sometimes it&#8217;s too easy to handle but  sometimes it&#8217;s really a tough nut to crack. We prepare you so that you  are able to handle every situation with ease, ethics and confidence.</p>
<p>The  day you make your decisions independently, we expect you to take the  responsibilities of its result. Be assured you will have our  unconditionally support always. No matter what the outcome is.</p>
<p><strong>Children</strong>: You guys always compare us with our friends.</p>
<p><strong>Parents</strong>:  Yes, that&#8217;s our mistake as we keep forgetting that each child is  special in his/her own way. We sometimes try to live our own dreams  through you, thereby your own dreams are not fulfilled. But that&#8217;s how  things were for us when we were kids, our parents did the same with us.  For sure we did get hurt but as we grew up and became parents, we  understood why they did that to us. Maybe when you become parents you  may also realize the same, but still, we seek forgiveness for that.</p>
<p><strong>Children</strong>: Whom should we idolize when you guys behave the way you are not suppose to behave?</p>
<p><strong>Parents</strong>:  We are humans with flaws. Sometimes, along the line, we may behave in a  weird manner. Many a times we may fight amongst ourselves because there  are so many issues we face as adults that we can&#8217;t share with you. That  doesn&#8217;t mean that you fight with your siblings for small petty things  in life.</p>
<p>When we were kids, we use to idolize our parents. But as  we grew up, we couldn&#8217;t because of their behavior and innumerable  number of barriers they imposed on us. As we stepped in their shoes, we  understood why they behaved in that manner and why they had put so many  restrictions on us.</p>
<p>They expected us to take care of them with  love and affection in their old age, not because they wanted any  compensation for what they did for us but since their world had shrunk  from a huge social circle to just our home, we, as their children, meant  the world to them. But as our desires grew, they had to work hard to  fulfill them; we realized this only now that we are in their shoes.</p>
<p>We  do idolize our own parents for bringing us in this world, making us  what we are today. But one thing that never can change is our love for  you. We may not be able to show you many a times but we do love you from  the depths of our soul. We always try to do all that we can to make  your life happy and successful.</p>
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		<title>In Islam, Every Day is Earth Day</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2011 08:18:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Samah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Fatima Ashraf Earth Day was established in 1970 to raise awareness about the environment.  Islam however, did more than that; it provided clear directives for action, as early as the seventh century.  The Quran is filled with ayats and the Sunnah is filled with actions, on how to be stewards of the Earth. The &#8230; </p><p><a class="more-link block-button" href="http://blog.pakfellows.com/index.php/2011/04/23/in-islam-every-day-is-earth-day/">Continue reading &#187;</a>]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: justify;">Earth Day was established in 1970 to raise awareness about the  environment.  Islam however, did more than that; it provided clear  directives for action, as early as the seventh century.  The Quran is  filled with ayats and the Sunnah is filled with actions, on how to be  stewards of the Earth.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said, “the Earth is a Mosque.”   You can pray anywhere. The entire planet is meant to be a place for  worship of its Creator. You can kneel down in awe and gratitude of Allah  on grass, on sand, on a mountain, in a cornfield.  Therefore, the  planet and its people deserve to be protected.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">To demon<img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2972" src="http://blog.pakfellows.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/iStock_000004051899XSmall_1-407x295-300x217.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="217" />strate the connection between Islam and the environment, let’s talk about <strong>waste</strong>, <strong>water</strong>, <strong>watts</strong>, and <strong>food</strong>.   These four topics are especially important because civilizations have  been built and destroyed on their ability or inability to manage them.   Think about it &#8211; a society that cannot remove its trash, preserve its  water, create energy, and distribute food &#8211; will not flourish. As  Muslim-Americans who live in this country, we create waste, drink water,  use energy, and eat food.  We need to start thinking responsibly about  our actions and how they impact the environment.  Knowing what our Deen  says about being Green is the perfect place to start.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">America leads the world in <strong>waste</strong> production.  We are less than 5% of the world’s population and create over 25% of the entire world’s waste.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">In the Quran, Allah says, “Corruption has appeared on the land and in  the sea because of what the hands of humans have wrought. This is in  order that We give them a taste of the consequences of their misdeeds  that perhaps they will turn to the path of right guidance.” (30:41)  Scholars have cited “corruption” in this ayat to be synonymous with  “pollution” or “waste”.  “The path of right guidance,” likely means the  path of justice and righteousness towards the planet.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">We have become a society that takes <strong>water</strong> for granted.  The  average American uses 150 gallons of water PER DAY.  Those in developing  countries barely use 5 gallons per day.  Still 1.1 billion people on  the planet do not have access to safe and clean drinking water.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) urged moderation and  thriftiness in the use of water. He warned against wasting water when  doing wudu, even if one lives near a river.   Water is from God and  should therefore be freely available to all. There is a stipulation in  the Sha’riah that prohibits the sale of water.  If one is selling water,  for example, the bottled water vendors at Hajj, they cannot charge for  the fluid.  They can only charge for the cost of the packaging.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">The United States consumes 5 times more <strong>watts</strong> of energy than China and renewable energy only accounts for 7% of our energy use.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Non-renewable sources are extracted from the ground.  They are taken  from the Earth.  Renewable sources are gifts that come from above.   Allah reminds us repeatedly in the Quran of the power of the sun and  wind.  “Among His Signs is this, that He sends the winds, as heralds of  glad tidings, giving you a taste of His Mercy &#8211; that the ships may sail  by his command and that you may seek of His Bounty&#8230;&#8221;(30:46) Allah  reminds us that wind is a useful blessing!</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">As the worlds super power and richest country on the planet, still millions of Americans do not have access to healthy <strong>food</strong>.   In New York City alone, 3 million people live in “food deserts,”  neighborhoods without grocery stores or access to fresh fruits and  vegetables.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Allah allows us to eat heartily, but warns us against excessiveness.  “O  Children of Adam! Wear your beautiful apparel at every time and place  of prayer: eat and drink; But waste not by excess, For Allah loveth not  the wasters.” (7:31) it’s amazing how much food is wasted each day while  millions around the globe are starving.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">There is also a Sunnah of Prophet Muhammed (peace be upon him) that  while eating, take the food out from the side and not the middle. Eat  from the food, which is closest to you.  While this Sunnah is about  serving oneself food, I thought, could it also mean to buy local?</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">April 22, 2010 is the 40th anniversary of Earth Day.  As Muslims, how  will we protect the planet, not just on this one day, but every day?   Ibrahim Abdul-Matin, author of the new book,&#8221;Green Deen: What Islam  Teaches About Protecting the Planet,” is preparing to launch a  nationwide movement for Muslims called “Green Ramadan.”  This movement  is about three things: 1) getting Muslims and mosques across the country  to adopt Green principles for the holy month; 2) showing the power of  the Muslim community and how great our contribution to the environmental  movement can be; 3) inspiring Muslims to look to their Deen for  guidance on how to be stewards of the Earth.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">It’s time for Muslims to build a movement for everyone, every day, not just on Earth Day.</p>
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		<title>Monday Motivation: Being Too Serious</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Apr 2011 19:41:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Samah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Are you having fun? Do you get a thrill from your work? Do you enjoy waking up each morning? Myths about work can hurt your progress. &#8220;Work is not supposed to be fun.&#8221; &#8220;You must buckle down and get serious.&#8221; Perhaps the biggest myth of all: &#8220;People will think I&#8217;m important if I act seriously.&#8221; &#8230; </p><p><a class="more-link block-button" href="http://blog.pakfellows.com/index.php/2011/04/04/monday-motivation-being-too-serious/">Continue reading &#187;</a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-3062" src="http://blog.pakfellows.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/serious-baby-md.png" alt="" width="179" height="164" />Are you having fun? Do you get a thrill from your work? Do you enjoy waking up each morning? Myths about work can hurt your progress. &#8220;Work is not supposed to be fun.&#8221; &#8220;You must buckle down and get serious.&#8221; Perhaps the biggest myth of all: &#8220;People will think I&#8217;m important if I act seriously.&#8221; Yet getting serious creates problems: stress, worry, anxiety, emotional pain, drudgery and failure.</p>
<p>Resolving problems by getting more serious is like fixing a computer with a hammer. The harder you try, the worse the problem becomes.</p>
<p>&#8220;When life becomes serious, a man becomes less cause and greater effect. If life gets really serious, his value drops to practically zero. Driving a car can become such serious business that one can wreck the car. Running a business can become so serious as to make it fail. There is a direct connection between insanity and seriousness.&#8221; &#8220;It is only when an individual progresses in life to a point where much seriousness is attached to things that he begins to have a hard time. The ancient Italian really knew what he was about when he considered that the only psychotherapy was laughter.&#8221; &#8212; L. Ron Hubbard</p>
<p><strong>12 Ways to Lighten Up!</strong></p>
<p>Try these ideas until you find one that lightens you up.</p>
<p>1. Deliberately turn a molehill into a mountain. Make a big deal out of a little problem. &#8220;I would feel much better if these papers were stacked exactly like this! Not like that! Like this! Not this! This!&#8221;</p>
<p>2. Ask yourself, &#8220;Is getting serious about this situation really going to improve it?&#8221;</p>
<p>3. Focusing on the positives. &#8220;What is right about this situation?&#8221; &#8220;What else is right?&#8221; &#8220;What else?&#8221;</p>
<p>4. Consider a complete, major change. For example, go back to school, move to the ocean, start a new career.</p>
<p>5. Ask yourself, &#8220;When I&#8217;m on my deathbed, will I be glad I was so serious about _______?&#8221;</p>
<p>6. A challenging game is much better than no game at all. So consider losing all aspects of the problem. Examples: You feel serious about family problems. You ask yourself, &#8220;Well, what if I had no family at all?&#8221; You feel serious about your investments. You ask yourself, &#8220;What if I had no money to invest?&#8221;</p>
<p>7. The size of your problem may match the size of your game. So get a bigger game. For example, if you get uptight about paper clips being in the wrong drawer, your game size is tiny. Double your amount of responsibility. Set some huge goals. Succeed by thinking much, much bigger.</p>
<p>8. Stop trying to solve the problem that is making you so serious. Certain types of problems solve themselves if you leave them alone. Your problem may be one of those.</p>
<p>9. Compare what you are doing to other careers. Imagine being a septic tank drainer or a tax collector.</p>
<p>10. Make everyone around you lighten up. Share a funny story that makes fun of you. Tell some clean jokes.</p>
<p>11. Look at bizarre solutions. What is the craziest way you could solve your problem? What solution, if it worked, would make you laugh out loud?</p>
<p>12. Stop being so darn important for a while. Be a goof!<br />
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		<title>Life is like a train ride</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Life is like a train ride. We get on. We ride. We get off. We get back on and ride some more. There are accidents and there are delays. At certain stops, there are surprises. Some of these will translate into great moments of joy; some will result in profound sorrow. When we are born &#8230; </p><p><a class="more-link block-button" href="http://blog.pakfellows.com/index.php/2011/03/21/life-is-like-a-train-ride/">Continue reading &#187;</a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-3028" title="railroad-tracks10" src="http://blog.pakfellows.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/railroad-tracks101-300x200.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="200" />Life is like a train ride. We get on. We ride. We get off. We get back on and ride some more. There are accidents and there are delays. At certain stops, there are surprises. Some of these will translate into great moments of joy; some will result in profound sorrow.</p>
<p>When we are born and we first board the train, we meet people whom we think will be with us for the entire journey. Those people are our parents! They too have journeys they must complete. We live with the memories of their love, affection, friendship, guidance, and their ever presence.</p>
<p>There are others who board the train and who eventually become very important to us. These people are our brothers, sisters, friends, and acquaintances, whom we will learn to love and cherish.</p>
<p>Some people on the train will leave an everlasting impression when they get off. Some will get on and get off the train so quickly, they will scarcely leave a sign they ever travelled along with you or ever crossed your path.</p>
<p>We will sometimes be upset that some passengers, whom we love, will choose to sit in another compartment and leave us to travel on our own. Then again, there is nothing saying we cannot seek them out anyway. Nevertheless, once sought out and found, we may not even be able to sit next to them because the seat may already be taken.</p>
<p>That is okay, everyone&#8217;s journey will be filled with hopes, dreams, challenges, setback, and goodbyes. We must strive to make the best of it, no matter what. We must constantly strive to understand our travel companions and look for the best in everyone.</p>
<p>Remember, at any moment during our journey, any one of our travel companions can have a weak moment and be in need of our help. We too may vacillate or hesitate, even trip, hopefully we can count on someone being there to be supportive and understanding.</p>
<p>The bigger mystery of our journey is we do not know when our last stop will come. Neither do we know when our travel companions will make their last stop. Not even those sitting on the seat next to us.</p>
<p>We are all on this train ride together. Above all, we should all try to strive to make the ride as pleasant and memorable as we can, right up until the final stop and leave the train for the last time. All aboard! Safe journey!<br />
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