By: Noushah Arshad
Traffic jams are a routine site in huge cities like Lahore or Karachi, they rarely happen in small cities. How we behave during a traffic jam depicts our complete persona. Sitting on a driving seat brings great responsibility on the person. Continue to the rest of this post…
By: Noushah Arshad
Wandering in the garden of thoughts, I happened to pass across a weed that had grown too fast in past few days. A weed that was weird in its outlook. It had a thorny body and dull color. It was shapeless due to heavy growth at one congested part of my garden. I had never seen this thing in my garden of thoughts before. It was as if it had grown in a very short time span or maybe I was paying a visit after a very long time. Continue to the rest of this post…
By: Noushah Arshad
A dream that could never have been more beautiful … A star that could never have shined brighter … A passion that could never have been stronger … A life that could never have been more blessed!!!
She found it all in the warmth of his strong arms wrapped around her.
By: Naveed Taj Ghouri
What makes a poem different from a normal love song?
Life is such a thing that at times it takes us to a point where no matter what we think or try to do, we are left helpless, only with a hope that may be someday everything will become alright; well till then its only suffering…
This is very nice, a nice story told with plenty of emotion. Sounds very thoughtful and reflective. I really like the simple lines “Jeene ke liye socha hi nahin, Dard Sanmbhaalne honge; Muskuraayen to, Muskuraane ke karz utaarne Honge” It sounds like you are starting to let yourself slip into platitudes, then you remember the purpose of what you are saying, and you get back to being honest with yourself and with your life. It’s effective.
I would like to share the marvelous lyrics of this beautiful song, look and feel the depth and emotions inside it, isn’t it everybody’s story?
By: Noushah Arshad
Dear Santa Clause
I came to know about you today when a soldier was talking to his child on phone. I listened to him hiding behind the wall. He was saying to his little child to stay happy and be nice to mama because if he will behave well, eat well and will not cry in his absence then Santa will bring gifts for him on Christmas Eve. He told his child that Santa makes the list of children throughout the world who are good and nice, who don’t cry for their fathers who have gone to war and who stay happy. He delivers presents including toys and candy to all of them, and sometimes coal to naughty children, on Christmas Eve. Continue to the rest of this post…
By: Noushah Arshad
“Oye yaar zara ye bachi chek kar” … “ Hello! Chashmesh, CHASHMESH !!! “ … “Shanay! Rockstar dekhi hay, ant hay yaar” … “Uncle! Bus na rokna, kuriyan di bus nu cut maar” … “Uncle! Mor zara speed main katna, cheekhaan suniyan nay “ … “Hun break laggay tay cheekh maraan gay” … Continue to the rest of this post…
By: Noushah Arshad
He has been there for me since I first prayed to God for a friend. That night I was weary and broken. I was feeling helpless and hopeless. I prayed to God for a friend. Who could be there for me whenever I need one. I prayed for a support, guidance, a strong yet loving hand that I could hold on for the rest of my life. And to my utter amazement I was blessed that night. I was blessed with a friend. I was blessed with a soul who was fairer than all I’ve seen all my life, who was loving, gentle, supportive and yet strong enough to hold my hand with a promise to be there for me all his life, till Allah’s will.
The month of Muharram
Muharram is the glorious month of blessings and the first month of the Islamic calendar.
By: Noushah Arshad
My dear child! Don’t be sad. You are one of my most precious creations. I’ve created you with care and love, because you were important to me. Look around! See, I’ve created the whole world for you. Blue skies, green fields, chirping birds, blooming flowers, flowing rivers, everything is created for you to live and enjoy your life.
