To refuse a guest such as a courtesy in a land where no inns or hotels obtain, or to harm him after accepting him as a guest, is an offence not only against the established mores and honor but against ALLAH Himself, the real protector.
With Reference from book “History of the Arabs”
It feels like an incident gives birth to more incidents.
I just logged in to my face book account and was totally shocked to see the pictures shared on my news feed. Those were extremely painful. The suicide attack against Christians was mournful just like other bombings are in Pakistan, whether they belong to any sect. The explosions that happened at church aroused angry mob, who lynched two innocent men and set an example of inhumanity, cruelty, barbaric behavior and insanity. My eyes kept wide opened and my heart experienced a sudden blow while seeing those brutal images of yet some other Pakistanis who were making video clips, pictures of burnt humans. The humanity is already died.
One of the lynching victims was a glass-cutter and the other one is still unidentified.
No one should be allowed to take laws in hands. The faces cannot tell you, who is innocent and who is not. Just on the basis of suspicion, the angry mob lynched two lives and marked a death to humanity and human existence. Shameful crowd make the nation to mourn again!
With moments of happiness in Pakistan for qualifying in quarter finals for ICC Cricket World Cup, the country faced twin suicide blasts in Lahore. The suicide bomb exploded near church, when worshippers were inside and praying.
The news has shaken the entire nation badly, specially the minorities. People of Pakistan have already sacrificed thousands of human lives in bloody game of extremism. Another one happened and affected many families. The blast resulted in loss of 14 lives leaving several injured in the hospitals. People from every sect have to live a challenging life in Pakistan especially the minorities. Angry mobs set cars on fire and protested against the attack. Christians belonging to different parts and outside Pakistan expressed grief on death of fellow beings.
A good day turned into a disastrous day for the entire nation and we, all Pakistani, belonging to any sect condemn this brutal act of bombing and stand with all minorities. They are Pakistan !
I just finished “And the Mountains Echoed”.
Another master piece by Khaled Hosseni, who is an Afghan-American writer and it is his third book after Kite Runner and The thousand Splendid Suns.
The book has gained much popularity in short span of time, this is a superstar storyteller and Khaled once again proved his spectacular writing skills in the novel. I say it with no doubts.
“And the Mountains Echoed” begins with a fable that a father, named Saboor, tells his children Abdullah and Pari. In the story, the gaint takes away children of the village and disappears. The residing farmer of the village forced to sacrifice their one favorite child to div, but the farmer tracked div and found his child in happy mode in a garden with happy faces. The farmer decided to leave after seeing his child in a better environment and as a gesture of kindness, the giant gave him some portion of land, which will make him forget his son and that will overcome his poverty.
Khaled Hosseni has connected this story tale with family of Saboor from Shahdabagh village. The book is about inseparable love between Pari and Abdullah, the bond between siblings is pure and filled with emotion, tenderness and affection. The story is how the relation of Pari and Abdullah gets disconnected for many years, how their family suffers, how their lives move from countries to countries and how their other family connections reunite their relation at the end. It is beautiful simple story that captures the essence of the readers. One always becomes curious to know what happen next with Pari and Abdullah. There is involvement of many other characters, which are interesting and has a connection with each other. It has many words from French. To be honest, I found some of the parts of book little confusing but over all this is an amazing story, not to be missed out from your collection of favorite books.
The book has some letters from Pari’s uncle,Nabi to Pari, which tells another interesting story. I really find them engaging as it reveals the story that happened years back. As a storyteller, he draws attention toward every character in detail and comes up with truth about human experience.
I suggest all my followers to read the book and I assure you will definitely love it.
The clock already timed 9:00 a.m and I had missed half of the batting by Pakistan. Like all other Pakistanis, I just took a cup of tea with half of my mind sleeping but eyes widely opened, quickly switched on television screen and sat on sofa comfortably to enjoy Pak vs SA ICC cricket World Cup 2015. In the meanwhile, my dad came to me and asked to pack bags we are leaving for Hyderabad today. My expressions were surprising and I replied with a low tone, Today? What I heard in return was, we will be leaving Karachi in an hour.
Constantly trying fm radio to be fixed out but it distorted badly then my sister, my cousin and I put earphones on and maintain our focus on fm 103 which was doing live commentary about match as it was the only medium which was our exclusive need. We were on national highway moving toward Hyderabad. The weather was little cloudy with splashes of cold wind hitting our faces through car window. The scenery was immensely beautiful.
The cricket match started becoming too interesting, so as our moods. The wickets lined up to fall against Pakistani bowling and we were cheering louder and louder as the wicket goes down. In between, we lost radio signals several times but I was receiving sms, watsapp updates and excitement survived. We stopped for tea at Ali Baba restaurant, which is beside CNG station. Ear phones still on, louder shout and distracting radio signals, cricket was going outstanding and Pakistan won against South Africa.
As I looked out of the window, we were entering Hyderabad city and the weather was bit warm there. I mean it was hot, summers are almost here. Our hungry stomachs were craving for food and we rested at KFC. I tasted Rice and Spice while others took burgers. As we came out of KFC, I noticed a Chai wala(tea maker) was making tea and a group of young boys were gathered around him. And AB De Villiers of South Africa was the point of discussion among them as he stayed long on pitch at Eden Park, Auckland in the match against Pakistan and it was again about cricket. OH yes, South African players are being famous in the streets of Hyderabad too.