The Ultimate Questions

our campsite short of Ratti Gali lake

Existence
To be or not to be, they say ...
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Choice
Do we get one, they say...
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Freedom
Is it really free, they say...
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Happiness
But it’s an endless journey, they say...
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Wisdom
Can it be taught, they say...
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Life
A test for immortal glory, they say...
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Hope
A prayer for knighthood in the evergreen, they say.

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Two childhood buddies on an unexpected Adventure

The topic of my story is... Disclaimer : This is not a journal. Neither it’s a guide for the travelers. This is a story for the one who longs for adventure. It’s a tale of two friends on a journey. We are at around 14000 ft above sea level. It’s nearly midnight and we are driving through a dense cover of clouds. Actually, my friend is driving. I am just sitting in the passenger seat, wrapped up in a blanket looking at the road. Or what seems to be the road. The clouds condenses on the wind screen of our car and changes into rain. The fog is so thick that it’s hard to see anything beyond a few feet. The road is no ordinary road. It’s the highest paved international mountain road of the world. There is absolutely no barrier to one side and a sheer rock wall to the other. It’s scary, like being in a scenic nightmare. But, I’m too tired and sick to feel scared anymore. At the highest point of the pass we stop at the check post to cool down the brakes. My friend goes to take a lea...

A Poem about Guidance!

Retrospection It pleads, it calls, it shouts and wails Till all I can hear is a faint hoarse, a whisper and nothing more The calling continues The first step Uncertain and confusing, yet natural and instinctual Glancing to seek that nod of approval To go forth and leap into an endless abyss Covered with a dark veil of traditional dubiety The serenity underneath was left unexplored Chaos, abruptness, anxiety and stress My faithful comrades left me alone The path is thorned, unlit and slender But with a torch in hand the next step is clearer It's hard to move forward, if one tries to run And easy to walk, If steps are none, but one Reflection Beware of comfort, fairs and beauty For they can lead even the teachers astray O Reader! Read and memorize Climb is hard the summit, a reward The dive, easy But the flight, death ............. . . . . . . Onion

Reflections of Time.

Sometimes I get the feeling of dying, it’s a strong gripping emotion that makes me restless. Mostly I get this feeling before going to sleep or when I have (can’t disclose my disease but it makes me paranoid) like what if I never wake up again. I have a lot of unfinished business yet. Then I close my eyes while looking up and pray for one more chance.The truth is I am naive because I keep Allah’s orders at bay till the last minute and make my own goals a priority. I am one of the fools who think they will have a lot of time by the end of their life to sort out their religious responsibilities. Alas! Time waits for no one. The individual human lifecycle is in a constant state of ending. Even though nothing really ends but it does from changing perspectives. A Story About Ending I want to share a story of my friend who recently ‘ended’ his bachelor life. (May Allah bless the happy couple with success, Ameen) Our paths crossed first at the medical screenings for PAF. On the fir...

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