My Resolution ( a poem )

Is life only about getting things done,
what about the time spent watching the setting sun?
Is it just about checking chores on the to-do list,
what about the time spent strolling and getting lost in the mist?
Is is only about meeting deadlines,
what about winter mornings spent basking in the sunshine?
Is it only about running after our goals,
what about summer afternoons spent eating icecreams cold?
As I bid adieu to another year, can't help but reflect,
on what I achieved and what I had to abdicate.
I think,what I take from this process,
is that I lost valuable time but also gained memories precious.
So,all in all,2014 was a good year,
but in 2015,about somethings I'm going to be very clear.
I will not fret about losing time,
but instead my focus will be on making memories sublime.
That's my resolution I guess,
simple but a tough task nevertheless.
So,Sayonara 2014,
Welcome 2015.


-Seema Tabassum(me)

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Winter Season ( a poem )

I like the winter season,
for the simple reason,
that in the weather there's a chill,
and that leads me to imagine snow on my window sill.
      This is also the time for some Xmas cheer,
      and close behind follow the celebrations of the beginning of a New Year,
      in our school,many carols we sing,
      and I get to play lots in the holidays this season brings.
In the cold I can't help but wish that it snows in my city someday,
then I can,in the soft ,white snow play,
but for now in winters there's one thing about which I'm keen,
of having loads of fun on my birthday that falls on January fifteen.
            -Seema Tabassum(me)

*This poem was written for a project on favourite seasons in Abbu's school,it had to be written from the kid's perspective and Abbu's favourite is Winter because of the cold weather,Xmas holidays and his b'day.The above picture is Abbu's drawing,he drew with markers on a white board.

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My Soul ( a poem )

I look into my soul,
there's a gaping hole,
I feel a void,
and it does nothing to hide.
           Simply keeps resurfacing,
           I can't seem to figure what's missing,
           the demons keep coming back,
           so much,but so much I lack.
From myself innumerable times I feel distant,
and there's much around me that I resent,
I feel like I don't belong,
and this feeling gets pretty strong.
           There's ought to be something that I could do,
           about this turmoil,but all's falling through,
           falling through the gaping hole,
           the one,   the one in my soul.
                       - Seema Tabassum(me)

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I Will Follow ( a poem )

To the end of the Earth you might go,

even then I will follow,

you might not always know,

but I'm always going to follow.

          Even though my feelings for you with each day grow,

          I'm never going to show,

          I want to keep all to myself,

          I don't want you to delve.

You think I'm emotionless,empty,hollow,

but I will never say that in your love,in the pain I wallow,

and when there's sweetness in the pain,

why from loving you should I refrain.

          I will hope to be with you,

          secretly wishing you all along knew,

          but,I will never confess,

          that in your love I'm a mess.

This sweetness of the pain is what I want to savour more,

I want to feel it all the way to the core,

I want to feel,absorb,retain and fill,

this heart with ache and never let it spill.

           This pain,this longing is bliss,
           I'm in no hurry to kiss,
           sweet is your smell,

           so please let me just dwell.
Let me dwell in your fragrance,

I promise,you won't even be aware of my presence,

I will keep very still,

anyways your eyes do kill.

          Think of me as dead,

          don't acknowledge my existence,enough said,

          in the end I have to say,that you will always have me on standby,

          yes,for you I will be,...even if life passes me by.
                                                     - Seema Tabassum(me)


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This is another poem on the same lines as the last one titled "Will You?" http://tab1525.blogspot.in/2014/11/will-you-poem.html on my blog,
about loving someone extremely but being unable to muster up the courage to let them know,scared of losing someone precious by confessing your love to them,about keeping all your feelings to yourself.Hopeless,pathetic but sweet love.

*The picture was taken while climbing Koyodai plateau in Fujikawaguchiko,near Mt.Fuji,Japan.Koyodai is famous for it's Autumn colours and also for the magnificent view of Mt.Fuji from atop this plateau.

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Will You? ( a poem )

Can I tell you how much I love you,will you then make fun of me,
Will you stay inspite of that,will you let me be.
           Is my love forbidden,can I get your's too,
           isn't that how it should be,can I talk you into.
Do you think of me,will you let me into your mind,
do you feel the same,before confessing I did think twice.
           But thinking won't change my mind,do you think I have control,
           if I had a choice I'd bury my feelings in a hundred feet hole.
What can I do to let you know that I feel for you deep,
it hurts,hurts so bad that I can't sleep.
            How can you be so oblivious to my situation,because of you I'm dying,
            how can it escape you,don't you sense me suffering.
You're in my mind,you're in my heart,
you're always there,always,you never depart.
            You don't leave me,and you don't let me be,
             you have me at your disposal,but you can't see.
Wake up,wake up,come on,wake up to my love,
see,open,look,I'm here,see how I'm love struck.
             I can't leave,you don't let me,
             I can't cry out aloud,I'm scared you'll hear me.
If you hear my heart,I know you'll go,
that's how you function,we both know.
             But I have to stop,I can't go on,
             stop thinking of you,before my sanity's gone.
Get out I say,get out,if you can't see my feelings,
but on your way out,you can take my soul,my entire being.
             Take it,all your's,to throw or to keep,
             take my soul,my ego,my all,but never leave.
You never have to know,how I feel for you,
I'll never show,just so that I can be with you.
              You'll never know,like always,
              all will be,like it's been always.
You oblivious,me hurting,
you without a care,me smiling but inside my blood's spurting.
               You don't have to know,you'll never know,
               I'll love you always,deep and intense,but will never show.
So,this is going to be our story (sigh),so much pathos,
wonder how it'll end,maybe you'll wake up to your loss.
               Maybe,somehow,magically,you'll come to know,
               or maybe never,I'll stay but will never show.
Will never show,will never leave,
you can have me,take all you can keep.
               I'm broken,I'm helpless,Will you stay then,will you let me be?
               I'm hopelessly chained,bind,Will you be mine and set me free?
Will you? Will you?
             -Seema Tabassum(me)

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* I saw the movie "Something Borrowed" the other day.The movie is about forbidden love (not sure if this term is apt for the story though),complexities in relationships,I liked the yearning of the lead characters for their love,I felt for them pretty strongly and the above poem followed,again not sure if this is a poem,or just lines that rhyme.Have you been in love with somebody you were not supposed to? Have you loved somebody but couldn't let them know for fear of losing them and was it too late when you finally gathered the courage to confess? Have you ever been guilty of loving someone you could never have?
Forbidden love,painful or sweet?

No Scope For Hope? ( a poem )

Everyday i see in the same places,

i see some often, but mostly unfamiliar faces.

I look around and see we go about many things wrong,

many things upon which the world might frown.

We are strange in our ways,

also in a bit of a daze.

There's a vast difference in our sensibilities,
another problem is our inflexibility.
We have trouble adapting,
to the global school of thought that is ever evolving.

We bother about other's opinions when we do things good,

but when we are causing inconvenience to others we care a hoot.

I'm very much positive,

that we are always going to be insensitive.

Insensitive in many ways,

and this is a never ending phase.

I thought we had wisdom deep and sound,
but I feel like I am on unfamiliar ground.
Here I feel like an alien who doesn't belong,
I feel disconnected at a level deep down.
We think we are improving,that's what we say,

but i see no scope for hope anywhere.

So when i have absolutely no faith in us,

that sadly kind of ends the buzz.

          -Seema Tabassum(me)

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*I'm sorry,i had to write this but it's just my opinion and we may disagree,feel free to comment.This is regarding my fellow countrymen.

              

Running But Getting Nowhere. ( a poem )

Barely catching up,meeting deadlines,never living,
thought mine was the life but it's not as fufilling.
Have no time to ponder,to take things in,
have lost the gift of being amazed,have no peace within.
             Have no time to reason,
             none to solve the enigma that is life.
             Have no realisation of the oncoming of seasons,
             just taking everything in my stride.
Have no time to relish the fruit of my labour,
no time to extend any favour.
Have no time to watch the sunset,
no time to let the mind,body and soul reset.
             With nobody can i share thoughts profound,
             have none with whom on an intellectual level i can bond.
             No time to reflect my thoughts,
             i'm just sleepwalking through life of sorts.
Oh how i'd love to lay on the grass,look at the sky and just stare,*
feels like i'm running and running but getting nowhere.
I feel like a hamster in it's cage,
but this has to stop,so i take a pledge.
            I pledge to myself that i'll start to time manage,
            a little better and tomorrow's a new page.
            WILL WRITE WELL,WILL LIVE WELL. InshaAllah.
                            -Seema Tabassum(me)

* look at the sky and stare,But ofcourse with my mouth open :)
and yes,one can say this is more of a rant than a poem,an outburst. :)

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You, Everywhere. ( a poem by Seema)

I sense your fragrance in the air every moment,
picture you in the sky above,
in the rain feel you descend,
nourishing the fields of my heart with your love.
Think of you every minute,
dream of you every night,
see you in the sunset,
look for you in the moonlight.
Find you in the dewdrops,
lose you in the flowers,
frame you in the rocks,
feel your love rain on me in those heavenly showers.
                         -Seema Tabassum(me)

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Tears Of Joy (a poem)

Tears of joy i shed,
whenever i have you inside my head.
Why tears,i myself don't know much,
your name's got that special touch.
          Maybe,it's because i have you in my life,
          because,without you i'd never get by.
          Tears,maybe because life's a struggle,
          but at the end of the day,i have you to cuddle.
Tears,because to have you is to be blessed,
living without you is as good as being dead.
I'd rather cry of the joy of having you in my life,
cause i know,that to fill your void,no amount of laughter will suffice.
           -Seema Tabassum(me)
                    

*The two in the pic. are my reasons to live.

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Everyone's Special...a short story by Abdallah(my 7year old boy)

Why do i blog??  

 I used to write a lot in my diary(i still do),random stuff about things that disturb or inspire or touch me or,get me worked up,then came Abbu(my boy Abdallah),then came Facebook into my life,met friends,had to let them know about all the stuff Abbu says,some witty,some sweet...then came a thought,of keeping tabs on what Abbu says and he says lots,started writing all he used to say in a notebook,thought i'll keep the book for him to see and for us to relive memories when he grows up,then a friend suggested blogging and that got me thinking that i could have a personal blog where i could put up my thoughts,my poems,Abbu's words,for all to see and mostly for Abbu,so that he'll have this if and when i'm not around,to learn about his Dad and me,our stories,my past,Abbu's childhood,what he meant to us,the things that we did and that happened to us and what it was like growing up and old together and also maybe show his kids,if blogger survives the times,that is.So,here i am,blogging,most of all for Abbu.

Today i was told a beautiful story by Abbu when i asked him what he was playing with his fingers,it's such a beautiful story that i asked him a hundred times if he came up with it and he said Yes,everytime.Here goes the story

'Everyone's Special'

One day the thumb of Abbu's right hand gloats to the other fingers "I'm special because without me it's impossible to hold anything".

The index finger disagrees and says "I'm special,because i'm wise,i point at things".

The middle finger interrupts saying "I'm special because i'm the tallest and i'm in the center".

The ring finger also has to say,so it says "I'm special because all people wear their special rings on me".

The pinky,not one to be quiet says "I'm special because i'm the one people need in emergencies,i'm shown when people want to go to the washroom and also to unfriend people by saying 'Kutiff', * so".

Abbu's left hand hears this and interrupts to stop the argument which seems to be getting noisier by saying "Everyone's special,in their own way,so stop arguing and start behaving like one family", and the fingers of the right hand obey and make peace.     -Abdallah.

The End.

* In India the little finger is shown when one wants to go to the washroom,to pee, also when two friends have an argument they show each other the little finger and say "kutiff' meaning "i will not be speaking to you",this could last a while or end soon,mostly kids use the little finger in these cases.*

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Always Remember

The value of time
The influence of example
The success of perseverance
The obligation of duty
The pleasure of working
The wisdom of economy
The dignity of simplicity
The virtue of patience
The worth of character
The improvement of talent
The power of kindness
The joy of originating.


The best day:Today
The greatest sin:Fear
The meanest feeling:Jealousy
The greatest need:Common sense
The greatest trouble maker:Talking too much
The greatest teacher:One who makes you want to learn
The greatest man:One who does what he thinks is right
The easiest thing to do:Find fault
The best thing to give to your opponent:Tolerance
The best thing to give to your enemy:Forgiveness
The best thing to give yourself:Love

            *These i found written by my father in his diary,i'm not sure if he copied these from elsewhere or if it's his work,but i always read these lines and there are many more,maybe I'll put them in another post.

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Life's a Bliss But Something's Amiss.

Can we choose not to let something affect us?  I don't think so.
It's been 20years since my Daddy's demise,17th of Sept.,2014 is the 20th death anniversary,but i'm still hurting.
It feels kind of long and kind of a short time,it's been painful to an extent that breathing was exhausting and it's been so easy somedays like i never knew him.My Daddy was always a source of pain for me,it was painful living away from him,painful,not having him around,protecting us from unpleasant experiences,guiding us,painful not being able to communicate our joys and sorrows,painful that he was so unavailable,physically and emotionally,painful not being able to see his handsome face everyday.Even now as i write this I can't hold my tears,i wish i knew him more,got to spend more time with him.I know him just a little through his diaries,

and i have only a handful of memories with him,among them some bitter ones too,but mostly thinking of him brings a smile to my face.

My memories with him are precious little and few and far between.He'd take us to the movies,mostly english,only action,sometimes telugu and he'd always first see the movie himself and later take us,only if the movie was appropriate,and also he'd explain the movie to us, he was thoughtful that way and patient too.He used to take us to picnics sometimes,and breakfast at Taj,Abids,these are about the handful of memories i have of him.There is a vivid memory of his which is unforgettable to me, we were at home when Daddy once returned from a district and shouted our names from the gate and upon hearing him we ran to the gate and he carried me and my brother in his arms and hugged us tightly,precious memory.I can't recall the last time i saw him,before i lost him forever.

             Twenty years ago,our lives were shattered with the news of my father's death by accident,he was coming home for our parents' wedding anniversary which was the next day,18th Sept.,but never reached.His body was found the next day on the side of the highway,in a field.My mother was the one who identified his body,she says that it was a horrifying sight and tragic too,to see such a handsome man with teeth broken and a branch tearing his eye,he lay there in a pool of blood,his boots had scratches on the sides,indicating struggle,i wonder while breaking down,always,for how long must've my Dad struggled,how lonely he must've been,how much pain must've he been in,did he think of us then,was he capable of that,did it take long before his suffering came to an end??.My mother didn't let us see Daddy's corpse because it was too painful to see him in that state,she wanted us to remember him as his handsome self,like he always was.The time the postmortem report stated as the time of my Daddy's death was 8.30pm and that day that same time,in Hyderabad we heard our Daddy calling our names,we ran to the gate and didn't find him,at first we thought he was hiding,he often did that,after a while we realised that maybe we just assumed we heard him.The next day we got the news of his demise,we still believe that Daddy came straight home after he died,how else can one explain all three of us hearing him calling us at the very time his soul departed.

                         My life took a sharp turn that day,i never imagined a life without him,i thought i won't be able to live with the fact that my father's no more,but like always,we adapt and we move on,the fact that he was always away helped us get over this ordeal a bit sooner than we had expected,he was an Inspector in the Andhra Pradesh Special Police Force and shortly before his death he was promoted to DSP,hence he was always in the Maoist-infested districts,sweeping the forests in search of them,Naxals were a big problem then.
        We had our troubles after he died,financial and all sorts and yet life went on,like it always does and now twenty years later i try to recall him,i close my eyes and can visualise him at the gate,in his uniform,but i can't seem to recall his voice,i've looked for tapes which had his voice recorded but haven't found any,i lost his voice,i miss his voice and i'm still desperately searching for atleast one tape.

My Daddy was very funny,always joking,immensely handsome,unbelievably stylish for a police officer,very conscious of his looks,and pretty much sick of lazy,fat colleagues of his,he didn't watch Hindi movies,didn't like Hindi songs,he was not fond of anything typically Indian,(and this i inherited i guess)he was very kind,treated all young and old,rich and poor alike,when he came to pick me up from school,he would talk to all my friends,and joke with them,i was very proud of him.And when he died i didn't want to live without him,he was our only respite from all things unpleasant,but nobody dies with the dead,we just die each day,little by little.As years passed and i gained some perspective on my life back then,now i understand my Daddy had flaws too,i know a couple of them,flaws that gave grief,i loved him too much to notice then but i love him unconditionally now,i realise my life wouldn't be the same with him around,i wouldn't be where i am today,i would be somebody completely different,and that is one reason I'm not so sad for his loss,i love my journey till date and i love my life,now.I wouldn't want it any other way and had he been alive,this wouldn't be possible,ofcourse i'd love to have him around but as a mute spectator and that he would never be.So,i guess whatever happens,happens for the good.
             The death of my father has meant a death of many things to us,death of many relations,hopes,aspirations,dreams but i guess if i can live and love life even after the sun of my life set twenty years ago,if i can find a way in the darkness,if i can be strength to others, if i can from a lost 14 yr.old become this responsible woman now,without a father's hand to lead me then i have the confidence that i can take up any challenge life throws at me,my Daddy's death has taught me the single,most vital lesson i ever needed to learn,that,if i could take all the blows life hit me with,these twenty years and still stand tall,then i can take anything.But i pray life doesn't test me more and i pray Abbu or my nephew or any kid should never lose a parent.I pray i,never have to lose anyone else i love,Ameen.      Love my Daddy loads and we are very proud of him.

                                 That's my Daddy in all the pictures.
              
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Over The Years. (a poem)

Long kisses and longer goodbyes,
shrimp burgers and french fries.

These things our dates comprised

and time spent apart we despised.

Now,sometimes i slip back in time

and memories of us flood my mind.

And when i see you sleep,

i feel the same love,sincere and deep,

the same,like i always did,

amazing that it hasn't reduced even a bit.

I do fight and debate,

but it doesn't mean i hate.

Can I,when i think you're my soulmate,

it's been only you since we met.

Now,in these busy days when we fit in a date,

I can't help but relate,

these times to those,

I'm glad we as ever,are so close,

and glad over the years our hearts never froze,

and above all trying times we rose,

to become a great team,

I look back and I can't help being amazed at how

fantastic our journey together has been,

and what a greatest companion you've been.

                -ME.

                   

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Contrasting Lives.

                               
      

How many songs have we heard on "Life",especially in Hindustani.There are a number of beautiful songs which describe life,some describe them as beautiful and some as painful.While we sit and analyze how life is,try to give it some meaning with our words or describe the essence of what it means to us,there are lives which have no meaning at all,and minds which have no sense of what life is,which don't have the luxury of the ability to understand what life is to them,except a struggle,a battle,struggle for a morsel of food,for a place in the shade in summer,for dry feet in the rainy season,for a warm place and a roof over their heads during winters,for a kind gesture,for a generous word,for a sympathetic,if not loving glance.
       While I want the perfect cup of tea,there are people who look for food in garbage piles,while I sulk over powercuts and potholes,there are those who live in the dark,on the roads.While I get irritated over minor inconveniences,there are those,for whom life itself is a big inconvenience.While I want attention,there are those who live invisible lives.While our lives are too short to enjoy,their lives are too long to endure.Life is unfair,true,but to such an extent !!
I would ofcourse never,ever want to live a life like my poor brothers and sisters,I do empathize with them,I feel for them,i know how it is to be hungry,cold,wet,scared and invisible.I wish I was brave enough or kind enough or had the resources to take a hand from among those hundreds of begging hands and turn that life around,maybe someday.
         For now,I'll do what little I can do,in my small ways and be grateful to God for all the great things I have and for only minor inconveniences life throws at me.I'm grateful my life means something to a handful of people.I'm grateful for the knowledge that I have to understand songs on life,grateful for the sensibility I have,to be able to relate to the songs,happy or sad,grateful to be able to derive meaning from those songs.
            "Life's good,
              when on my plate there's food.
              Life's fine,
              as long as i'm not standing for clothes in a beggar's line.
              Life's not a pain,
              when i'm not soaking wet in the rain.
              Life's beautiful,
              when i have my family with me
              to make my day cheerful."     THINK ABOUT IT PLEASE.

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Colours Of My Life. ( a poem of love )

There are good days and there are bad nights,
there are agreements
and there are fights.

There are laughters and there are tears,
there is faith and there are fears.

There are confessions and there are denials,
there are times of joy and times of trials.

There is me and there is you,
and like us there are few.

We are completely independent and 
independently incomplete,
somewhat like how the sea and
the sky at the horizon meet.
But our horizon isn't a mere illusion,
it's our differences in unison.

Contrary to how partners in life are expected to be,
we may not always with each other be happy.
I don't know about my influences on you,
but the colours in my life are only because of you.
-Seema Tabassum(me)
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          *I truly believe that my life would be colourless without
          my Honey,love you loads Hon and Happy B'day.

Distance lends enchantment to the view

                     

There are times in everybody's lives when we wonder if we'll ever get out of a whirlpool of situations,circumstances that are threatening to drown our spirits. 
                About a couple of months ago I saw a documentary on Discovery Channel on how to get out of a whirlpool safely,without drowning.The trick is to not fight the current but conserve energy which we'll need later to swim to the shore,we simply are suppossed to go with the flow,the whirlpool will suck us in and throw us right out where it ends and we survive it. (yes,that's what they showed,i'm sure,but,in case,i'm wrong please let me know,i'll change the text,thank you).Likewise, in life too we need to go with the flow and i know it's easier said than done and only we,ourselves,can really know what circumstances we are going through.
                   But,I firmly believe things always workout for one's good,later on in life we will see that what's troubling us now was only adding to the experience of life,it's something like how when we are in the city,in the midst of it,we see dirt,garbage,crowd,commotion,traffic,but when we move a little away from the city,from all the noise,or say climb a nearby hill,then from the distance,the city,it's view,it's skyline looks magnificent.

The distance lends enchantment to the view.I tell myself that similarly when we are ahead in our lives from NOW or past our difficult times we realise how beautiful our journey was and how these troubled times add up to the colours that constitute our lives,these difficult times,we realise were a minute part of the journey,adding more beauty,character to the journey that is life,these very, hard times teach us the most valuable lessons,lessons which we needed to know, mostly,to cherish the good things,the good times.

* I'm no expert(lifecoach,motivational speaker or whatever)but i've seen enough so i thought I'll let you know about how I deal with stuff,this is just my take on dealing with testing times.
*   The pictures(though not outstanding)are my own,please do not use without asking me,thank you.

Sundays.

"Do not let Sunday be taken from you.If your soul has no Sunday,it becomes an orphan."
- Albert Schweitzer(Nobel Peace Prize winner,Philosopher,Physician,Organist).

            Another Sunday is here, Sundays are always special because i get to wake up to my son's beautiful face.I do get to see him everyday,but then weekdays are hectic.Today is when i get to admire my sweeetheart and talk to him about the small details we missed discussing the week past.
Sundays to me are the times to make some good memories,memories that will bring happiness and

laughters that will echo through the week......
.....One great sunrise,one great cup of coffee,some together time with family,some good food,some fighting for the T.V.'s remote control,some nagging the kid,some reading magazines,some playing,lots of joking and giggling, some screaming too,some relaxed lunch......
and the dreaded evening, constant reminder of Monday getting closer....one short night.

* In the pic.: Abbu,my sweetie, who looks even prettier when he sleeps,i could watch him sleep all day, and the picture of pancakes is from an old "SELF" magazine page.

Sayonara...Goodbye (a poem)

         'Sayonara'

If the thought of me makes you smile,

then i think that it was worthwhile,

to have invested your time and energy,

in trying to build a relation with me.

I can only say that i'm grateful to you,

for the times you were beside me when i was down and blue,

On my part i'm gonna let you free,

I won't make you suffer with my company.

Clearly,we are better off without each other,

it's just that we weren't meant to be together,

so,don't look back and don't think of me,

love another and be happy.

Let's find ourselves lovers brand new,

whose smiles are as fresh as morning dew,

let's find lovers who'll love us better,

for whom our hearts will once again flutter.

Meanwhile i ask of you to please not recall,

because it isn't love when we fall,

love it is,when it makes you rise,

love is,not having to pay a price.

It ain't right if you feel suffocated,

it's supposed to make you feel liberated,

I felt all the hurt i could when i was with you,

now i have to clear the clutter and start anew.

So,i'm letting us go now and frankly i have no pain,

but in love,i have faith yet to regain,

So long, i bid adieu to your memories with this 'Sayonara' poem,

and everyday i pray hard that our paths never cross again.
                     
     -Seema Tabassum(me)

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A glimpse of the beauty of Islam.

This is a beautiful story which goes to show a glimpse of the beauty of Islam.

     Taher(my hubby) prays at a mosque every night at 1am.,these are special prayers performed especially in Ramadan.During one of these prayer sessions Taher happened to notice a blind,frail,old man praying beside him,Taher offered him a chair and the old man thanked Taher and sat and prayed till the end.
    After the prayers Taher stepped out of the mosque and proceeded to give alms to the poor waiting outside and found the blind old man among the beggars.Taher was a bit shocked to see the old man begging because he was neatly dressed and appeared clean,but then in Islam one cannot stand in prayer unclean,cannot be causing inconvenience to others.Then Taher gave him some money and returned home.
    The next day too the old man stood in prayer in Taher's row and Taher fetched him a chair again and since the prayers are long,there's a break in between,during the break Taher and the old man chatted about the rains,the government,grave sins etc.,just small talk....when the prayer didn't resume even after a while the old man took a watch out from his pocket,Taher was taken aback upon seeing the watch,he thought to himself that the old man must've fooled him,maybe the old man could see but was pretending to be blind for alms.While Taher was still processing this in his head,the old man pressed a button on his watch and the watch told the time out loud.....Taher was relieved to know that the old man was not fooling him,he was blind afterall.Taher enquired about the watch and learnt that it was gifted to the old man two years ago by another person he met in the same mosque.
Taher is going to the mosque still but the old man doesn't wait in a line to get alms from him and Taher still fetches him the chair.When Taher told me about the old man,his watch and their chats i couldn't help crying at their bonding over prayers,these two couldn't have met elsewhere.
Such a beautiful thing,that in prayer all stand in the same row,Allah doesn't discriminate between the rich and poor.Islam preaches charity to bridge the gap between the rich and the poor.It's obligatory upon Muslims to give away a certain percentage of our profits to our poor brothers,infact fasting in Ramadan is more about understanding the conditions of our poor brothers and sisters who have no food to eat or water to drink,fasting makes us humbly aware of the plight of someone who hasn't had a proper meal.It makes us realise the wrong in wasting food and indulging in gluttony.When we learn that we can live on less food we consume less,hence there's more food to go around.
Interests on Principal amounts while borrowing money is unacceptable in Islam because of the very reason that the poor(borrower) gets poorer with each passing month and the rich(lender) gets richer,this increases gap between the two,hence.
It's also obligatory upon Muslims to see to the well being of our neighbours and be there for them,always,see if they have food on their table today.
Islam preaches equality and emphasises on the fact that in order to keep the world running smoothly we all need to realise that all have major roles to play,the world needs balance between riches to function properly.
Contrary to the belief that women are oppressed in Islam,there are rights only women in Islam enjoy,here again Islam preaches that both the man and woman have equally important roles to play to run the family smoothly.

So many more beautiful things Islam is about.This was just a glimpse of the beauty of Islam.Islam is beautiful,perfect,flawless,but i can't say the same about Muslims.That's what we have to do,become perfect Muslims,strive towards being the perfect Muslim.This should be my ultimate goal.I'm working on that, i know it might take forever, for now I feel blessed and honoured and proud to be a Muslim,i hope this joy everyone gets to know,Ameen.                                                                                                  pic.courtesy:www.nocompulsion.com