Thought of the Day

[Kushan Prince]

When people start using google translate to write in Spanish. -_-

[Al Hanif]

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[HalloIsBack]

bia in ffm

[Al Hanif]

We live in times when there is absolutely no difference at all between those who call themselves muslims and those who call themselves non-muslims.

Their behavior, their loyalty, their ideology is exactly the same.

[Al Hanif]

You become a victim of those you love. Therefore choose wisely who you love.

[DaZahroJaam.]

he was an old and frail man from saddar, peshawar. he was walking with a cane in one hand and the other arm extended on which he had laid rings of white strings that had gone through a needle with white flowers and leaves from a random, fruitless tree. i asked him how much he wanted for them, he said, "as much as you can spare." they made fun of how i was fooled by that man. ( whom they had not seen)
"are you my friend..", i ask her. she leans in and kisses my cheek. my eyes dwell and drown in tears which she probably can not see or understand.

[badmash_khel]

he was an old and frail man from saddar, peshawar. he was walking with a cane in one hand and the other arm extended on which he had laid rings of white strings that had gone through a needle with white flowers and leaves from a random, fruitless tree. i asked him how much he wanted for them, he said, "as much as you can spare." they made fun of how i was fooled by that man. ( whom they had not seen)
"are you my friend..", i ask her. she leans in and kisses my cheek. my eyes dwell and drown in tears which she probably can not see or understand.

Cool story bro

[DaZahroJaam.]

it is a seven paged memory that i have been writing down and erasing for years now..

[Al Hanif]

it is a seven paged memory that i have been writing down and erasing for years now..

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[Al Hanif]

Old people look so innocent and pure but actually with all these years accumulated, they're the ones among us who sinned the most.

[DaZahroJaam.]

"I was walking the other day and thinking on how many different ways one can break down and define one’s own life in type of worth. Some people hate their own life and some people would dream of having their life. Where is it that we fail to recognize the beauty of life if not within ourselves?
I believe that it is because we shut off switches to the doors that enable us to extend the generous definition of ourselves. We generalize ourselves in the vastness of this life-creating planet and can end up defining our own worth to the institutionalized labels of society; lawyer, fireman, clerk, ugly, poor, rich, etc. These are all means of definition of a system that fails to recognize the living and divine essence in each and one of us. It is a sort of machine like behavior that arises from distorted values. When we were born into this world as children, we had a very playful and joyful way of looking at things. We could chase after butterflies for an eternity. We could observe and become totally engulfed by the flow of events around us. We appreciated every ice cream as if it was our first and last one we’d ever had. We were curious. Our minds were not shaped to slavery. We were self-reflecting life observing life itself at every moment of our own being. After a certain age, the society and people within society slowly but progressively lowered a curtain before our eyes and shutting off the link to our hearts. We were slowly being fabricated and instructed what to do instead of simply being. The child within each and one of us still roams and occasionally takes a peek. That’s when we become ecstatic about the little things.
So, what to do? My personal tip is to take a step back from viewing the world as we have been taught to think it is and instead, like the child within ourselves, view the world as it IS. Eternal. Flowing. Everlasting.
If you define yourself and the life you live each day as nothing else but a product, then ask yourself this: what is the fate of a product? The answer is: to be used.
If you, like I prefer to do it, define your life as a gift, then ask yourself this: what is the fate and use of a gift? The answer is: to be played and toyed with, to appreciate, to love.
Step out of the fabricated illusionary world of lies that have been nurturing the on-going death of the child you once were. Live life fully. Look around you more often. What is happening around you? Let go of all the labeling, rationalizing, dividing, distorted type of awareness that has been occupying your mind, it is not you. Be free. Let your thoughts be the masterpiece of an artwork that we were all given: Life."
- Zdravko Stefanovic


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[Al Hanif]

[Al Hanif]

Women, then, are only children of a larger growth; they have an entertaining tattle, and sometimes wit; but for solid reasoning, good sense, I never knew in my life one that had it, or who reasoned or acted consequentially for four-and-twenty hours together. Some little passion or humor always breaks upon their best resolutions. Their beauty neglected or controverted, their age increased, or their supposed understandings depreciated, instantly kindles their little passions, and overturns any system of consequential conduct, that in their most reasonable moments they might have been capable of forming. A man of sense only trifles with them, plays with them, humors and flatters them, as he does with a sprightly forward child; but he neither consults them about, nor trusts them with serious matters; though he often makes them believe that he does both; which is the thing in the world that they are proud of; for they love mightily to be dabbling in business (which by the way they always spoil); and being justly distrustful that men in general look upon them in a trifling light, they almost adore that man who talks more seriously to them, and who seems to consult and trust them; I say, who seems; for weak men really do, but wise ones only seem to do it. No flattery is either too high or too low for them. They will greedily swallow the highest, and gratefully accept of the lowest; and you may safely flatter any woman from her understanding down to the exquisite taste of her fan. Women who are either indisputably beautiful, or indisputably ugly, are best flattered upon the score of their understandings; but those who are in a state of mediocrity, are best flattered upon their beauty, or at least their graces; for every woman who is not absolutely ugly thinks herself handsome

[DaZahroJaam.]

"Like deceitfulness secreted in the chambers of a disloyal friend's heart. What do we get from it? we all admire something, the question is, what do we get back from it?" He whispered like a wounded creature. "The desire, Sir. From it we get the desire to admire it further.." You replied. A non particular smile was substituted which was often filled by the retriever to the accordance of his own convenience, as a sign of gratitude which it was clearly not.

"That's a rather over simplification of things..a lot of times, fighting is irrelevant. This world confines you in your own little bubble, defines your abilities, and you can't escape that.." He stated as he reached for the handle of his cup. "I would rather not work up that sort of animosity with it." you replied.


"Where will you escape to when you manage to set yourself free from the shackles of our unfair planet, Miss?" Questioned, the fourth one..

And yet, it was them who would often ask "What does bitterness sound like?" "It doesn't have a voice" You would reply...They always chose to argue otherwise...

[Kushan Prince]

I wonder at times...

Is the life I am living a complete lie? I wonder what God is holding for me in the future.

Gah! I hate being depressed.