HARF, the story of words.

Ma, You must believe the first time I tell you that I’m fine. For the second time will be far less convincing and if the third time you still insist to really know that how I am, I’ll only cry. I wish we had a deal with God. One of those silliest things that don’t make sense to anyone but we still ask shamelessly because at the end of the day it’s between us and our Beloved "Allah" Mian. I wish we could put our parents in a time machine. The way they would put us in a tea cup at joyland and wave at us with joy and worry. They were constantly thinking how long would it take until we would grow up, larger than the tea cup and stronger to the extent to hold them when they grow weak. I want to put my parents in a big tea cup and see them growing younger and younger. I want to wave them with only joy, knowing that they wouldn’t grow any weaker and I won’t have to be too strong to see them constantly slipping into pain.  P.S: An old portrait marking its way to 2016. (a ...

I only complain of my suffering and my grief to Allah. (إِنَّمَا أَشْكُو بَثِّي وَحُزْنِي إِلَى اللَّهِ) (Surah 12. Yusuf, Ayah 86) There are moments when you don't blame or complain Allah. You don't ask "why me", you don't tell him "I've never intended harm for anyone so why did i receive all this ", you don't say a word because you know that he knows; knows how broken and desperately you're in need of help and surrounded by nothing but helplessness. Maybe this is the leap of faith he was all along waiting for. Everything man experiences in this world, be it power or weakness, wealth or poverty, is a test. Worldly triumph is no cause to rejoice; nor should worldly loss cause one grief. Both winner and loser are being tested to see how they react to their respective situations. It is on the basis of this reaction that they will be adjudged.  Some trials are meant for you. They are custom tailored to suit your magnitude of patience...

 Excerpt: Struggle of life (کَشمَکَشِ زِندَگی) Location: 34°7′45″N 74°50′32″E Year's ago this verse came across with a deep meaning in it. "Agar ast-o-baazgeeram be ke chashme e aaz-daaram" which in literal sense means "if I give up on you , to whom I ll go" This one took me seasons to paint, the base paint was put in summer, and then the writing was done in autumn and it took me winter to finish it off. This one probaby stayed longer with me than any other piece i ever painted, may be to impart one of the basic lessons.  We don't and we can't control our lives even if we want to.This wasn't supposed to be this piece, i painted that base months ago and left it like that (those who paint will agree, we do that a lot), anyway it was supossed to have different verse from quran, even the base color was different, It was supposed to have a verse but "not this" but somehow everytime i would gather up some time to finsh it, i rather ended up leavi...