I worshiped her, she deleted me.

A sad love story

The third blog of the series of my previous two blogs:

When I was "deleted", (read my blog ‘deleted’) that was a real catastrophe for me and I felt my nerves shattered making my life more and more callous.  Then the “Agony’ came in to creation, (my last blog).  The Agony was responded and I received HONEYBEE LOVE, (I didn’t write this, this was her response to my Agony).   I welcome all the criticisms either from her or from you guys:

Honeybee Love 

With his restless eyes... 
And as per the same morning habit... 
the honeybee used to roam the fields seeking light 
Light and nectar are so fresh on the lips of the flowers 
For meeting too many colourful flowers he used to shove 
no one knows whether he was sucking or giving love 
Every flower he met, he used to praise 
never he could lower his gaze 
eye in eye 
lip on lip 
flower in his arms 
Who could stop 
Again meeting a new flower 
telling how much she has of beauty power 
O my dear flower,,,how you adorn the field by your presence 
no one but me can well value your beauty in its essence 
the flower swings with his praising song 
she imagines that she is his the lone beloved one 
the red love floats on her petals as a pulsed gong 
he sucks using all his poems one by one 
meeting her with a tear,,,leaving her with a tear 
to meet a new flower with tear and cheer 
Again with a new song 
O my dear flower, you are so special one 
In my heart you are number one 
again, the flower swings with his praising song 
she imagines that she is his the lone beloved one 
the red love floats on her petals as a pulsed gong 
he sucks using all his poems one by one 
meeting her with a tear,,,leaving her with a tear 
to meet a new flower with tear and cheer 
leaving the whole field after drawing the tearful poems on the petals 
while the nectar of the flowers' innocent love ignites inside him 
the simmering makes the honey bee fails to laugh but to cry 
the igniting love inside produces honey not to die........... 

We (the readers) are here collecting the honey drops,,, however, pity those innocent flowers!

This is second of the three future blogs I promised in my blog "Catchy Blog Titles" :

Agony

Whatever I have for her is hidden in the far corner of my heart.  The worshipper’s prayer is not for any again, it doesn’t have any wish, the moth when attracted to the candle; he doesn’t have any expectation from the flame.  He is just attracted to it, just for its love.  I am burning,  burning in love.  Who gets the benefit of light of my burning is not my concern.

I was sad like the extinguished light.  My friend, the closest friend felt my gloom.  He came and sad beside me.  “You are looking extinguished, gloomy?”  He asked me, putting his arm around my neck.

“When did you see me bright and happy?”

“Oh! You are simmering inside very strongly, but you know this fire will turn you into ashes.  Won’t you tell me?”

I told him about the lost love, how she left me.

“Oh! That’s why, but you must promise me, you will never let this fire ebb out, which is burning inside you.  Life is nothing without this fire.  If it turns in to cold storage, such life is not life, It is like a burden, that’s why this simmering should remain inside, and this will keep you alive.  You know this burning, this pain, sometimes makes one do big things and make him stand distinguished.  A man sometimes passes his entire life having dampness in his heart, needing something to ignite the fire.  This girl who left you worked as an ignition to light the fire in you.  When you are lit by this fire, then you would not let it be extinguished.  Let it burn forever.”

I understood what he meant.  When it is destined to end at last, what is in just simmering and putting out.  It is pleasurable to be burnt in high flames and turn in to ashes forever.

Listen, I believe in your love, I know you love me, but I do not have any trust in the attack of changing time.  So if you happen to hate me, and the delicate petals of my heart become thorns to you, then do not remember the time we spent together, because the poison of memories does not allow the wounds to heal.  Never hate those chats we had sat together for hours, because the chats were the innocent link between the two hearts.  If I, my love, am not of any worth to you,  These chats are not responsible for this, they were innocent talks.  Just hate me, but not the circumstances we went through.

I recall putting a blog with the heading "HOW MANY OBJECTS" When I see this Writing Prompt "writing number" I decided to re-post the same blog again, because it falls under the said writing prompt: See:

How many objects:

The girl had twenty-five flowers and seven candles, but she was puzzled how to distribute these objects and whom she would give them to, because she had only one boy friend. Luckily the friend came to see her with one large cake and one card.

"What is this cake for?" She asked him.

"Your seventeenth birth is going to be celebrated on the fifth next week. I will not be here on that day, I am leaving on the first so I decided to bring the cake today and celebrate your 17th birthday, by the way I will be staying in Phase VI DHA Society" Her friend told her.

"But I have only seven candles" She said with a bit of disappointment.

"It doesn’t matter. Let's put these seven candles on the cake and I will write beside them "teenth"

Both of them laughed. "

Have you brought a present for me?" She asked. "No. Ok, give those flowers to me." The girl gave him the flowers. He took out seventeen flowers from the bunch and knelt down on his one knee, "Please accept this present from me on your 17th birthday" “These are seventeen flowers, and I wish and pray that our love will last at least seventeen years” “Why for seventeen years?” The girl asked. “Because who knows when which one of us could change our mind.”

“OK” Both of the lovers of the jet age agreed and contented themselves with the love they currently had for each other.

Then the girl cut the cake, and put  ¼ of it in a plate.  They both enjoyed the cake.

“SHE”

It was bright hot sunny day. I was standing at the shrine thinking why I was there.  Whether, I really wanted to pay the homage to the saint lying there in the grave sleeping in eternal peace.  The Saint may have known of my real purpose of visiting His Shrine.  Thinking this I felt a little shame, but I was the slave of my heart.

 All at once I felt that there was a cool shadow fell upon the surrounding, in that hot afternoon, a cloud full of cold water, came in front of the sun…….. Yes she had come! She put her delicate feet in to the entrance of the Shrine. I didn’t know where all the heat of the weather disappeared. I felt that breeze coming from the sea has surrounded the Shrine. I could never understand that just appearance of a personality like her could change the entire surrounding.  Was it a real change or just my feeling, which I always felt in her presence? Was she real or just my imagination?

 Now she was moving slowly, I felt as she was floating on water, towards the grave of the Saint, knelt down and raised both of her beautiful hands; the wings of a dove touched each other.  She was quiet, staring at the grave, and I was staring at her. I saw, I really saw, her eyes were dampening, and those pearls white glittering pearls came out of the lake of her eyes sliding down her rose like cheeks. I staggered forward just wanted to collect those pearls on my lips or at least in my hands, but stopped just as there was an unseen barrier between me and her.  I waited unmoved for her to come out of her prays.

 I didn't' know what was she praying for, but I know she herself was the reward of prays.  She was before me, but too far from my reach. I had firmly decided that I will talk to her now and ask what was her desire that brought her to the Shrine? Whereas, she herself was my desire, for which I would prostrate for my entire life. She was heavenly beautiful.  She was herself a pray, why she was wasting her time in prays. I couldn't realize how long I was staring her spell bound.

 I was awakened when I saw her standing on her feet and moved back towards the exit of the Shrine I rushed to the door and stood there before she comes. I desperately wanted to talk to her. When she came near I stepped forward she abruptly stopped and looked at me, “what!" "Oh you again" She gave me a long slow look, as if she were deciding something, and then she allowed herself to blush, the color suffusing her cheeks. Her lips trembled very slightly. I stretched my hand towards her. She took the bowl of water from my hand and drank it. Thanks! "You always give me water whenever I come here, why?" She asked me as usual with the sweetest smile on her rose petal lips. I couldn't reply. My throat was choked. She turned and stepped down the stairs of the Shrine. I was standing there motionless, with my eyes fixed upon her. She disappeared just she stepped down the last step of the stairs. Or was it my illusion? I was standing there with frozen sight exact on the spot where I saw her disappeared.

By mishaikh

Whether I had any good deed in my account of the day!

Another day was anxious to drop from the bowl of my life; breathing, rushing, panting, incessantly steering days and nights; with all the meaningless, useless and endless fatigues adorned in my eyes, and the layers of all the dusts of uncertain distances on my shoulder, I got up.

I was once again ready to begin the travel of life. Because of the power load shedding half of the night lapsed in opened eyes. Incomplete sleep in my eyes, and feeling dizzy, anyway I had to go to work and in prior, get to have work done on some files, which I was bringing home with the intention to see them in complete peace. I just have to start working on a file, I remembered that I have to deliver a lecture to the students of a college in a seminar to be held in the evening, but I had not done any preparation for that.  So I put the file away and try to collect some points for the lecture in to my mind but it was all blurred.  I found nothing.

The clock struck 7.30 (am), and I started getting ready for the office. I again remembered that I have to attend a meeting with the marketing staff.  On way to office I found myself stuck in traffic jam.  So I joined the meeting late. I was intimated by my secretary that I have to deliver a speech in a seminar so I went to attend the seminar. During the meeting I received a telephonic reminder from my wife that I have an appointment with the telephone department in respect of heavy excessive phone bill.  I phoned my assistant to go there on my behalf. When I returned from the seminar I was informed that one of my colleagues has died and I have to go to his funeral at about 2 pm. Intercom rang, my boss has called me. I went to his room and discussed some important matters.

Having finished with the boss I left for the funeral. There I received another reminding phone call from my wife that I have promised the kids to take them to their uncle’s home in children’s party.  On way from the funeral to the office I was again stuck up in the traffic jam due to some procession. My cell phone rang. One of the friends was on the line he was calling me to join a corner meeting with some friends to get line of action against the management’s decision of retrenchment of the employees.  So I went there.  During the discussion my wife once again phoned me not to forget children’s party.  I pleaded her to take the children and excused for my absence.  She understood, and agreed, but I felt the anger even on the phone though she didn’t say a single word. My cell phone again rang, now it was a TV channel producer and asking for my few seconds on the new book on “humanity” launched recently. I apologized for my inability of immediate availability for recording my views. The corner meeting ended by 12 midnight.

Returning to home I remembered that I had to buy some grocery for the home but I forgot. I also forgot that I have to bring the kids from their uncle’s house.  I remembered it when I saw the wide opened eyes of my wife when she opened the door for me.  I phoned my brother to drop the kids at home, which he accepted with a loud laugh.  When I fell on the bed I remembered I promised to write an article for a magazine. I took the pen and paper and tried to write but the headache made me put away the pen.  I laid down again on the bed and tried to sleep,  I heard from inside me someone asking me whether I had any good deed in my account of the day, I tried to recall all the events but there was nothing except that I happened to attend the funeral of one of my colleagues.  I felt myself like an empty deep dark well where there is nothing, not even a sound. I threw a look at the files on the tables and turned  the light off.

How I dress up

My dress pertains to almost all sorts of dresses popular in our area.

Pant, Shirt, boo-shirt (this is shirt with coat collar). I do not wear tie even I do not how to tie it. These are the dresses which I mostly wear to go to work. I sometime tuck the shirt in side the pant sometime not. For boo-shirt there is no need to tuck it in side the pant.

 At home I usually wear Kurta and shalwar, Kameez and Shalwar,

 There is another dress which now most of the people do not wear. This is Loongi (Tehbund), It is mostly worn in some of the parts of India and Pakistan. The style varies region to region. It is sort of skirt mostly worn by men. But in inner Punjab of India and Pakistan women also wear, but these are the village women. In the cities no woman wears this dress. This clothe is for lower part of the body from middle belly it falls down to feet. I wear this while  I am at home. It is very comfortable especially in hot weather. For upper part I wear Kurta. I and my elder brother wear this dress. It is becoming very uncommon these days.

For sleeping, I usually wear shorts in summer and kurta shalwar of very fine and soft cloth in winter, but our winter is not very cold so I also wear shorts in winter.

Our climate does not permit me to wear full English/American/European Suit. I have worn this dress on very few occasions in my entire life.

I like all light colours, but BLUE is my favourite.

Tell me if there is another one:

There was a saint, very nice and humble to his Lord.  He always passed his time in praying and reciting Lord’s name day and night.  One night when he was going to offer his early dawn prays, he heard Lord’s voice calling him, “I do not accept your prays they are all hypocrites, your prays and all acts to make me pleased are waste.”  When the voice subsided, he again stood to make ablution for his prays.  His disciple, who was seeing all this, asked him, “What are you doing, didn’t you hear all your toils to make the Lord pleased have been rejected by Him?”  He replied very politely, “What else I would do,  is there anyone besides Him, tell me if there is another one.”  Saying this he began to make ablution and then offered his prays.  He once again heard his Lord’s voice saying, “Seeing your consistency and devotion towards me, all your deeds and prays are now accepted.”

Silent Love: 

Once again I was drowning in my thoughts. Why can’t I just let bygones be bygones? It was rightly said that when one sets aside life’s shattered pieces, movement forward continues without further injury. Fear gives way to courage, courage to face the unknown. After every dark night, a fresh new morning greets us. I was about to get upset all over again, when I saw her face.  

“Oh, you have come again”, I said. “Yes”, she answers while she gently caresses my forehead with her soft hands.  

“How much you make me wait, only to leave me again”, I accuse her with a trembling voice. I stare at her, trying to remember every detail. She will leave me soon. I don’t want to forget her loveliness, like the moon on a clear, dark night. 

“I will not leave you. You are my earnest desire. You are the ever burning candle in my dark, lonely life.” 

“You have declared your desire before yet you always leave,” I counter, the words slipping out; hating that I could not keep my emotions under control. 

“You know I have been waiting for you all of my life. You are my wish. You are the beautiful dream that entangles me, leaves me helpless.” 

She looks at me, her face awash with happiness. “The dream has just begun. My life, your life, and our lives together…..”

“Who are you and what is your name”, I ask pleadingly. 

“I am reality”, she begins to say “I am life. I am…” 

Before she could continue, I am suddenly awakened. I look all around me. I am aware of her fragrance permeating the room. The woman of my dreams is so close. How foolish was I not to notice her love all around me, inside me; her silent love always expressing itself. So this silent love,  is real love. 

Writing Challenge: Catchy Blog Titles

 1.Why don’t you talk with me on skype ?! by  Xhorxho Cakalli 

 Link” http://my.englishclub.com/profiles/blogs/why-do-you-talk-with-me-on-skype#comments: http://my.englishclub.com/profiles/blogs/why-do-you-talk-with-me-

 This title catches the eyes, curious to know who is inviting to chat, beneficially.

 Improved Title:  “Let’s Skype to Learn!”

 2. selfishless  by restored

 http://my.englishclub.com/profiles/blogs/selfishless

 It looks a strange title.

 Improved Title: The Bait

 3.       A confession, I am hopeless case!

By Sima

http://my.englishclub.com/profiles/blogs/a-confession-i-am-hopeless-case

This is very simple tile, (not literary),  I would have given it the title PERPLEXED

A Blog Title of Mine That Could be Better

Original Title: How many objects  (http://my.englishclub.com/profiles/blogs/how-many-objects),

This title fails to give bottom line of my blog.

Improved title: JET AGE LOVERS

My expected future blogs

1.   She
2.   Agony
3.   Honeybee Love

Merits of a Joint Family

What is considered a family varies in different cultures. In most of the European societies the family is generally considered individualistic, that is parent and children. In Eastern culture family extend well beyond this. Here I intend to discuss the joint family system in Islamic Society as general and in Pakistani and Indian culture in particular.

In our society many joint families have been flourishing, but unfortunately the global economic uncertainty and instability is also putting its impact on this system and the disintegration of joint family system is well in offing. I would like to discuss here the merits of joint family system.

Joint family system is very much natural. It is also a will of Nature to keep His creation well linked with each other to maintain the equilibrium. Take a look at the universe. Stars in the milky-way, solar system, planets, all are bound in a joint family system and their linked discipline and mutual attraction to each other is the cause of the very existence of this universe, the beauty of the universe is in the balance, binding and oneness of these creations of Nature. It will be the doomsday when all this system becomes imbalance and disintegrated  even if a single star is astray from its subscribed path there will be a boom and everything is finished.

Aren’t we passing today through this doomsday? Has our individualistic meanness not created our very doomsday today when we are seeking love in strange faces, the love which we already had in the form of a family, where there were all loving faces of grand parents, uncles, aunts, cousins all around us. They were very near to us, we owned them.

A joint family system is a milky way of grandparents, parents, brothers and sisters. This is the force of attraction of love of these people who maintains the family system, and these joint families are the links of a healthy balanced society. Joint family system is the system where parents do not have to worry about whether even a single brick of the building of their family is weakening or getting astray, because they are under the cool shadow of watchful and most experienced eyes of grandmother and grandfather who are always ready to control even the frank gestures of an eye. Under the observation of these experience control, healthy characters are built and real human beings are grown.

We are the followers of that Prophet (P.B.U.H.) who had united the perfect strangers into the bondage of fraternity, where on the contrary we are separating our own relations.

Our joint family system provides the opportunity to fulfill the orders of serving our parents and to help our near and dears, but by going away from this system we are depriving ourselves of prays of our parents and relatives.

It is a blessing to throw a look of love at our parents and elders and to see towards them with even a smile, but we are depriving ourselves from this blessings, too.  We cannot have such blessing in individual or unit family system.

In joint family system a working woman has not to worry about her children whom she leaves behind while going on job because she knows that they are under the supervision of experienced hands. This provides her full opportunities to utilize her abilities in full and with confidence; on the other hand she always has a upset mind thinking about the kids she left at home.

Joint family is like a fort where the members live intact even in the upheavals of life. In joint families the diseases related to nervous system are very rare, because they face their life problems with unity. Today the disintegration our society is facing is the reason of the disintegration of our joint family system.

In conclusion to my discussion I would like to draw your attention towards our daily observation. We see that our kids call every passerby with the addressing of “Uncle or Aunt” (of course for respect).  But do we ever think whether our kids are not seeking the relations which they can find only in the joint family?

What can and can’t they do?

 Every child who comes into this world is born in the religion of Nature irrelevant of the religion of his/her parent. But “Can” & “Can’t” “Do’s” & don’ts” chase him from the cradle to the grave. In his infancy he tries to understand the movement of his mother’s finger moving right and left showing “don’t” or “can’t”. For a child is inquisitive of any particular action of which he himself does not know about, but “don’t’” is there before him. When the child gets older and starts to understand, he hears the words “don’t do that” or “No you can not do this, you are too little”. Up to the age of eighteen  these don’ts and can’ts are the recitation of his parent’s, some lesson of which they themselves do not know or it becomes the song of his teenage years. After eighteen years now the great problem starts. Heavenly instructions start to bombard. “No it is not allowed in the religion.” “Why can’t I mom! I love her!’ “No you can’t she belongs to another religion, and we are from this one.” “In this case I’ll adopt her religion” “NO YOU DON’T, YOU CAN’T” “Mother yes I can, what’s the big deal in it, this religion or that religion,” “I HAVE SAID ONCE AND FOR ALL YOU CAN NOT DO THIS - IF YOU DO YOU WILL BE OUT OF THIS HOUSE”. Then the boy gets married, and sometime later he with his WIFE starts the same lesson with their own children. So this “Can” & “Can’t” “Do’s” & don’ts” is such a lesson which every child who opens his eyes into this world not only has to face but himself or herself will have to recite for their own children. Life is "DOES AND DON’T" AND "CAN AND CAN’T", and nothing else.

Here is my another attempt.  This time I chose number 17:

Character: A pilot.

Place: a funfair

Situation: driving a car without knowing how:

Object: a Horse saddle

25 SECONDS – THE EXTRACT OF LIFE.

Razi a cadet pilot was on a training flight.  He was normally following the instructions of his trainer in the control room, diving, flying higher then getting low altitude. Suddenly he detected that something was wrong with his plane, because it started jerking.  He felt that as he was sitting on a horse saddle and not on the pilot seat. He immediately informed his trainer. Upon the instructions of the trainer he did what he was told, but the problem could not be mended. Razi then heard the shout of his trainer on the transmitter, “Razi! Boy, eject yourself you can not do any thing now! ” I am losing altitude Sir.” Razi’s concerned voice heard in the control room. “Eject yourself Razi, you have only 25 seconds! Do it now, you are not driving a car, it’s a plain and you have to eject yourself!” Razi heard his trainer’s voice. He was ordering him to eject himself from the plane by just pushing the ejection button, which will open the cockpit cover and throw him in the air with a parachute. By this way Razi can save himself and the plane would crash somewhere. ”25 second to save life,” Razi thought, “but I am above the city area, if I eject myself, the plane would crash down on populated area. There may be college, school or hospital, a fun fair is also there in the vicinity.” He was thinking fast. “They will all die while I will live. How could it be? such lovely people, friends, children, students..” “Eject Razi boy and that’s an ord…..” Razi switched off the transmitter. Immediate after there was an ear tearing bang and the plane was crashed in a hilly area out side the city. Razi took his plane outside the city area and crashed himself with the plane.

Some weeks later Razi’s mother was confiding herself to some of her friends, “I was wishing Razi would have ejected himself and saved his life, but later on when I received hundreds of thousands of letters from the people who would have perished if Razi plane would crash on the population, thanking Razi for sparing their lives and sacrificed himself. All the letters say only one thing in common. “We are alive just because of your son…..”

Hope my readers will like this.

Thanks to Marisa's Giant Storymaker, once again.

"Writing Challenge: Story by Numbers".

The number I chose is 21

Character: A man on the run (‘me’)

Place:        A hall of mirror

Situation:  Falling in love with an stranger

Object:      An empty fridge

 THERE IS NO LOVE WHEN YOU ARE HUNGRY:

 This is the story of ‘me’ (‘me’ can be everyone or anyone, ‘me’ just a representation).

 I saw her on the road.   I found myself staring at her.  May be because of the warmth of my sight, I felt a jerk in her slim flexible body, (she might be a belly dancer).  She stared me back, with a slight smile on her nimble lips. The rose was striving to blossom.  Then she turned away and disappeared.  But, it was not a disappearance for me. She was all around me, as I was in a hall of mirrors and in all the mirrors it was her not me.  I was just a beholder.  I tried to run away, I was really running, I wanted to get rid of her images.  She was smiling, and calling   my name without opening her lips, as she knew me since the eternity.  I jerk my head repeatedly.  I again ran, but I did not know where I was going.  Then I found myself in my apartment, standing before the fridge.    I opened the fridge; there was nothing in the fridge.  All at once, I realized that I was hungry!

I appreciate to have the link  Marisa's Giant Storymaker to share.

A ryhme came into my mind this morning on my way to work when I saw a crow eating something. I want to share it with you:

I am wearing a white Kurta (a shirt without collar), made of Chinese Chicken (type of a cloth so knitted that the petals of flowers are designed all over it). There is embroidery designed around the neck opening of the Kurta going down to the chest length. The embroidery is knitted with silk threads of different colors. There are silver buttons in the neck opening chained in a fine chain made of silver. I keep two upper buttons opened; hang in the chain so with a slight movement or a jerk the chain gives a slight tinkling sound so low that only I can hear. This tinkle reminds me the (Sada-e-Jaras) sound of bells hanging in the necks of the animals of a caravan going far away.  Yes caravan of life has passed away leaving me behind. I am seeing the dim light of the lamps peeping through the huds of the caravan.  Though I, the passenger of life, may have not made ample preparation for the journey, but I am ready and anxious to meet my MASTER. I am gathering some humble words to express before Him, if allowed, that I couldn’t have any thing to please Him. I am present before Him empty hand, tears in eyes, trembling, pleading in silence, but still full of hope that He will forgive me and relieve me from all the burdens I have brought from the life.

“Love”

I am afraid that now “Love” is supposed to be the attraction between two opposite sex. Go and surf the net you will find tons of material on this topic. Your toil will not be of much beneficial if you try to find “Love” in other relations.

“LOVE” is the most talk about term since the time memorial – since the creation of mankind (Adam). It existed since then; rather I must say even before, when there was nothing but the Creator; even the creation of the universe is because of LOVE – love of the creator for the creation. In the modern age there is also lot of talking about love, but I am afraid that now love is mostly supposed to result in sex and not beyond, whereas there are millions of couples who may not love each other, still they are married and increasing population.

Thinking of love with such a low value is not justified. If I am asked to define love, I would say “Sacrifice, Selflessness, not demanding, to submit to the will of beloved.” This is the aspect which fulfills the instinct of mankind as regard to physical as well as spiritual.  A mother is the most sacrificing person for her children. It may be said that it is in her instinct to love her children. Let’s take true friendship, there is no compulsion, but some times friends do sacrifice for each other. There are people who love their fellow being without any blood relationship. God creates the blood relations, but to us the relations we make are important. This is the aspect of love. It prolongs only when it is based on selflessness otherwise parting is there – “Someone loved leaves you.”

LEARN TO LISTEN - LISTEN TO LEARN 

"No man would listen to you talk if he didn't know it was his turn next." (Quote by Ed howe, an American novelist)

This is natural a human being (may be animal also) born with a desire “to be listened”, but to be listened, it is also obligatory that one should have the bearing to listen to others.

Just take your own example. You are with a group of friends and some conversation is going on. Just imagine what would be your feelings, when you find one of your friends talking about something and you are anxious to give your own views on it. You may interrupt and prompt your view point or you will wait letting him/her finish. Now suppose after having finished the talk your friend leaves without letting you give your view point, what will be your emotion. Would you listen to him/her next time or just try to ignore. So we listen to others on the expectation that we would also be listened.

 BUT there is an exception. Yes…………..I am giving you my own view point. There is exception, and this exception is with those who are deeply in love (Ishiq). In this condition the lover just wants to hear his beloved talk and talk and talk! He wishes that she would continuously keep talking and he would keep listening to her sweet voice, keep seeing the movement of her rose petal lips. This is the only condition when the listener has no desire to be listened. He just wants to listen.

How many objects:

The girl had twenty-five flowers and seven candles, but she was puzzled how to distribute these objects and whom she would give them to, because she had only one boy friend. Luckily the friend came to see her with one large cake and a card.

"What is this cake for?" She asked him.

"Your seventeenth birth is going to be celebrated next week. I will not be here on that day, so I decided to bring the cake today and celebrate your 17th birthday" Her friend told her.

"But I have only seven candles" She said with a bit of disappointment.

"It doesn’t matter. Let's put these seven candles on the cake and I will write beside them "teenth"

Both of them laughed. "

Have you brought a present for me?" She asked. "No. Ok, give those flowers to me." The girl gave him the flowers. He took out seventeen flowers from the bunch and knelt down on his one knee, "Please accept this present from me on your 17th birthday" “These are seventeen flowers, and I wish and pray that our love will last at least seventeen years” “Why for seventeen years?” The girl asked. “Because who knows when which one of us could change our mind.”

“OK” Both of the lovers of the jet age agreed and contented themselves with the love they currently had for each other.

"Giving n Receiving"

God created His most beautiful creation “us” the human being, and adorned “us’ with “Relations”. All relations; Blood or the ones we make ourselves like “friendship” or “love” based on emotions. It is in our instinct, to make relations or to strengthen the existing ones, we give and take presents. So to maintain the equilibrium between emotional relations ‘giving and receiving’ is the formula. Love is possibly the most powerful and potentially the most beautiful gift we give or receive, and as I have said that all these relations are based on emotions, emotions have considerable effects on our lives. The feelings and thoughts that we harbor in our minds, color our perceptions and dictate our actions which eventually dominate our lives. The very fact that the most pervasive of all the attributes of God is His “Compassion and mercy” , so it has been the Prophetic instructions to the people throughout the human history to imbue themselves with these attributes of God. Thus the basic bond of the most fundamental human relationship is referred to as “love, compassion and mercy”, and this is the most beautiful gift we ever have, so let’s spread it all over humanity if we wish to make a heaven on earth.