Posted in across the river on May 31st, 2009
Today I sat myself down and read N.M. Rashid out loud to myself… in a clear, loud voice like I was at some poetry recital, a mush’irah, and there was a room full of people sitting in front of me. Afterwards I felt fulfilled and satisfied with my performance. The best thing is, that nagging [...]
Posted in across the river on Jul 6th, 2008
In the waning light of dusk, the lake looked beautiful. So calm and serene. A family of ducks ever so slowly gliding on the glassy surface and the houses across the lake reflecting like in a mirror. It all looked Picture perfect !
Slowly the night started falling and darkness spread. For the first time I [...]
Posted in across the river on Aug 23rd, 2007
I have been, reading a book which I am not sure what to call. A history book? travel book ? memoirs? or may be all of these and some more.
Its an entertaining book by William Dalrymple and the title of the book is City Of Djinns. Its about Delhi and its past. History [...]
Posted in across the river on Jul 25th, 2007
Two of the participants in the forum were quite old - maybe in their late 60s or early 70s; dressed in all white with white turbans and long, flowing white beards. Looking at them one would think they were a pair of mullahs with jihad and militancy on their minds. They were not fat though; [...]
Posted in across the river on Jul 4th, 2007
They tell the weak, and the poor and impressionable minds to go and do the suicide bombing, lay down their lives for the sake of Allah. Wipe out the enemy. They sit on the pulpits and malign their young hearts, feed them on anger quench their thirst for knowledge on their own personal agendas.
I am [...]
Posted in across the river on Jun 28th, 2007
” The secret of a long and fruitful life is to forgive everybody, everything, every night , before going to bed “
Posted in across the river on Jun 12th, 2007
when my son was visiting his friend in France, he sent a picture he had shot there. A woman was sitting on one end of a park bench, looking up at a very blue sky with wisps of white clouds floating around. There was another woman on the bench, but she was lying and her [...]
Posted in across the river on May 4th, 2007
when did the night fall and the pitch black darkness descended? no one had any idea. How could we notice? we were in Mingora Bazar after all. The tourist destination where one cannot measure time in any sense of the word. Where there are endless rows of shops lined on both sides of the road [...]
Posted in across the river on Mar 17th, 2007
She entered my world when I was six years old. But I am certain that there is a place in my memory bank where she resides from earlier times but I can’t see her face or give any vivid details of that time. Its just a feeling - just a whiff of a delicate [...]
Posted in across the river on Mar 12th, 2007
I am not one of those who take part in chain letter activity.
Simply put, chain letters business is not for me. I do not understand why they are circulated. There used to be a time when the receiver was asked to send letters to 40/50 people. I got such letter in mail, in Pakistan some [...]
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