I am hundred percent convinced that the whole world is smarter than these Americans. I have seen their country and I have closely observed their system. The biggest flaw in their system is the idea of FREEDOM. I agree that every human has the right to be free in every aspect but it must also be not forgotten that too much freedom can lead to self-destruction. Absolute freedom is what animals have--no rules, no restrictions! If you really want freedom then the biggest obstacle is religion and second to that is your daily life routine. Look at these Americans, imprisoned in their own life's routine. Working like machines. They are caged in their jobs. And then they think it’s the PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS…They have ruined their nation with the idea of freedom. Freedom and discipline never go together. One must be taken away to allow the other. Partial freedom is understandable but absolute freedom just means chaos. and that is exactly what America is going through.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Brothers! THE STRENGTH
I was just thinking about my brothers. I mean, I do sometimes hate them but thats what siblings are all about. Us three brothers are the best combination ever. We are the strength of the family. My elder brother is THE LEADER and THE RESPONSIBLE. I am the INTELECTUAL NERD. While the youngest one is the one who LISTENS TO HIS HEART. That does sound like some superhero group but I would call it the GANG, hahahah. We strengthen each other. I would die for them and they would die for me. I AM SURE OF THAT!
I would prefer having a painful death than to see my family and brothers in pain. I am not scared of death but I am scared for my brothers. If ever anything happens to them, I will topple the whole world. yeah, I know I sound like some philosophical, dumb superhero but that is how I think. I can see the future and what we will become. I can see and I am not planning to share that even with my pen and trusted diary. Its something between me and my brothers which I cannot even reveal to my loyal, secret diary and pen!
BROTHERS! WE WILL DO IT!
I would prefer having a painful death than to see my family and brothers in pain. I am not scared of death but I am scared for my brothers. If ever anything happens to them, I will topple the whole world. yeah, I know I sound like some philosophical, dumb superhero but that is how I think. I can see the future and what we will become. I can see and I am not planning to share that even with my pen and trusted diary. Its something between me and my brothers which I cannot even reveal to my loyal, secret diary and pen!
BROTHERS! WE WILL DO IT!
Monday, December 8, 2008
WHAT NEXT?
Yet another bomb blast! WHY?
I woke up this Sunday morning with a really bad dream about my loved ones dying. It surely was disturbing. I woke up at 7.30 am and called home. We talked about my life in America and the weather and my busy life here. I felt relaxed after that 15-minute call. We left for church at 8.30 am and the day proceeded normally. An Indian lady in church came to me and said SHEHROZ, IS YOUR FAMILY SAFE? THERE WAS A BOMB BLAST IN PESHAWAR. I said I TALKED TO THEM THIS MORNING AND THEY DIDNT TELL ME ANYTHING BUT THEY ARE ALL FINE. I thought this blast was another of those small fireworks common in my city. I was wrong. Out of curiosity and a desire to have some news of my city, I checked online news. GROUND SLIPPED FROM BENEATH MY FEET! The blast was on a Shiite Mosque of my village. A hotel owned bu my village was also affected. MY BELOVED ONES HAD INDEED DIED! My dream flashed before my eyes and my eyes got cloudy. I could just see innocent people burning, blood and unrest! I could feel my body fill up with acid and corroding me from inside. I WAS CRYING AND ANGRY AND SORRY AT THE SAME TIME. Now, another blast will take place soon because this is how my foolish land works: REVENGE!
A day before Eid. A day before poor will be fed and clothed. A day before everyone would smile and laugh and meet friends and relatives. A day before sheeps, goats and cows would be sacrificed. A day before joy, MY people have to see blood and sacrifice of their loved ones. For how long will this carry on? HOW FAR? HOW MUCH? I have seen so much blood, heard so many loud bomb blasts and have felt the experience of being the son of a person who survived two bomb blasts that my heart has become harder and my emotions are drying up. I can sleep in any noise, can see any blood and flesh and feel any sense of fear and danger that no other can do. My mind right now is full of some really depressing scenes that I think I am living a dream.
I fee so paralyzed right now because I can do nothing for my country. I am young, inexperienced and powerless yet full of determination and anger! ALLAH SAVE MY COUNTRY and ALLAH SAVE MY PEOPLE FROM SELF-DESTRUCTION!
I woke up this Sunday morning with a really bad dream about my loved ones dying. It surely was disturbing. I woke up at 7.30 am and called home. We talked about my life in America and the weather and my busy life here. I felt relaxed after that 15-minute call. We left for church at 8.30 am and the day proceeded normally. An Indian lady in church came to me and said SHEHROZ, IS YOUR FAMILY SAFE? THERE WAS A BOMB BLAST IN PESHAWAR. I said I TALKED TO THEM THIS MORNING AND THEY DIDNT TELL ME ANYTHING BUT THEY ARE ALL FINE. I thought this blast was another of those small fireworks common in my city. I was wrong. Out of curiosity and a desire to have some news of my city, I checked online news. GROUND SLIPPED FROM BENEATH MY FEET! The blast was on a Shiite Mosque of my village. A hotel owned bu my village was also affected. MY BELOVED ONES HAD INDEED DIED! My dream flashed before my eyes and my eyes got cloudy. I could just see innocent people burning, blood and unrest! I could feel my body fill up with acid and corroding me from inside. I WAS CRYING AND ANGRY AND SORRY AT THE SAME TIME. Now, another blast will take place soon because this is how my foolish land works: REVENGE!
A day before Eid. A day before poor will be fed and clothed. A day before everyone would smile and laugh and meet friends and relatives. A day before sheeps, goats and cows would be sacrificed. A day before joy, MY people have to see blood and sacrifice of their loved ones. For how long will this carry on? HOW FAR? HOW MUCH? I have seen so much blood, heard so many loud bomb blasts and have felt the experience of being the son of a person who survived two bomb blasts that my heart has become harder and my emotions are drying up. I can sleep in any noise, can see any blood and flesh and feel any sense of fear and danger that no other can do. My mind right now is full of some really depressing scenes that I think I am living a dream.
I fee so paralyzed right now because I can do nothing for my country. I am young, inexperienced and powerless yet full of determination and anger! ALLAH SAVE MY COUNTRY and ALLAH SAVE MY PEOPLE FROM SELF-DESTRUCTION!
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