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The smile

“I would have believed had I possessed such a pretty face and smile”, she said after I had dedicated a short clip to her, telling her how I feel when she smiles while with me.

She doesn’t know how beautiful her smile is. It could be ordinary for her or as she put it, “there’s nothing special about it.” I only wish she’d know how beautiful it is.

You know, the feeling when the very first ray strike your face in the morning, accompanied by a cold breeze and coupled with a melodious chirp, that’s how beautiful it is. Like the full moon shining at its brightest. Like the aroma of fresh coffee beans brewed. As fresh and charming as the first flower of spring. Like the first breeze after rain which brings along with it the rainbow. Your smile is the reason I look forward to live another day.

I’ll finish this off with “And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while, cx girl you’re amazing, just the way you are”

I pray that you always keep smiling ❤

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Posted by on March 24, 2016 in Random


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Special treats

Special people. They are indeed very special. For some people, they may be annoying or they may act like a fatal disease will be transferred to them even if they shake hands with the special person. To be honest, these Specials are more hilarious, wittiest, intelligent and beautiful than all us normal people.

I don’t go to the mosque much often apart from Fridays or during Ramadan but for at least last 6 years that I have been going for Taraweh, I have been watching this guy, present there, every single day. He talks with broken words, conveys his messages by hand gestures, and feels to be more devoted than any other person present there. All he would ask for is for the Jaaye Namaz (Prayer Mat) and if you give it to him, you’re his best friend. He’ll randomly poke at you, grab your Topi to have a little laugh, ask you to stand up and join the imam rather than sitting and standing up the ruku. He’d randomly put his head on your shoulder, pretending to be resting, only to wipe off his sweat on your clothes and then laughing it off. If he sees someone sleeping in the mosque, he’d go near him and pretend that the person has passed away and pray for his forgiveness. He’d ask you to pray for him that he gets married and have a couple of kids, all in sign language. He’d tell you what he had for Iftar by counting on his fingers and tell you proudly of doing the Iftar at the mosque. At the end of the Taraweh, he’d fold the mat, hand it to you and pat on your back while announcing to almost everyone present there that you’re his best friend.

As much as he loves people, he hates them equally too. Specially those who tries to make fun of him. Refuse him what he asks to do and he’ll immediately show you the little finger, as you call it in urdu Kutti (Not the bitch !) Hojana. If you bother him while he’s praying, he’ll immediately turn, cuss a couple of words and do the PONKA gesture.

Some of my friends mock at me because I share my prayer mat with him or that he goes around in the mosque announcing that I’m his best friend but the truth is that the spiritual happiness that comes up with those little pats or the smile on his face, I never feel it like anywhere else. There is some brightness and hope hidden in that smile.

If you ever get a chance, try to spend time with such people. You may learn some things in life and have the honor of experiencing the wit and IQ that you may never find in a normal person. A smile may contain a million prayers and praises that they will never be able to tell you the way you want to listen.

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Posted by on July 20, 2013 in Random


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