Storieo

Category: Philosophy

  • The World Outside

    The World Outside

    The real world, outside the boundary of leisure,

    is the world that gives you not much pleasure.

    A world of sadness, a world of pain,

    the war has started, started again.

    Too late to stop it, much too late.

    The anger has risen, so has the hate.

    Innocent people, nothing do they we’re wrong

    but should not their then, live much wrong?

     

    Mothers fathers, husbands and wives,

    all destroyed by the enemy’s knives.

    People die, buildings shatter,

    the party, the ones responsible for matters.

    Children look forward to their mothers’ arrivals, mothers arrivals,

    but the mothers are in the hands of the rivals.

    So, then what answers the children’s wait?

    Only cruelty, hardness, anger and hate.

    They try to survive, how they try,

    but they are homeless and left to die.

    Nobody to turn to, nowhere to go

    they’ll have to face the cold winds that blow.

  • The War

    The War

    Fights night and day,

    it must be awful;

    Losing friends, relatives, parents,

    Not going to school,

    Not being able to laugh.

    This is not a dream.

    I do not want it to be the reality.

    Stop this cruel fight.

    Let there be peace.

    Let everybody return home.

    Let everybody be happy.

    Let everybody be good to each other.

  • A Little Frog

    A Little Frog

    Once upon a time, there was a little frog. He lived in a pond in which all other aquatic animals and amphibians lived together. They were like a family. He was extremely happy because he had very good friends.

    They used to enjoy each other company.

    But one day he was jumping up and down when a man caught it “I will give this frog to my children” he said.

    He went home and gave his children the Frog. They were happy to have a pet. They took good care of him. But one day he died. They cried very much Then the man told them that how it is in the end.

    We all will die one day. We are mortal. Everyone on this earth will die one day. You have to accept this.

    Whatever that has taken birth on earth will obviously die one day or the other.

    Don’t be sad. Accept this.

  • An Embarrassing Switch

    An Embarrassing Switch

     

    I do not know what caused it but Mr. Jacob had given me a 35 out of 40 for not crossing an equation’s neatly.

    Then he said that, “it is a typical case of women. They just cannot think,”

    All the boys thought it was funny but the girls did not. I was so angry that I wished that he would turn into a woman, so that he would never insult them again. I had just wished this when “BAP” there was a lady in a miniskirt, high heels and purple lipstick standing in front of me. I could not understand who this lady was I wondered where is Mr. Jacob? I had a close look at the lady and noticed that she was wearing glasses and not simple ones but butterfly ones like Mr. Jacob used to wear Then I realized Mr. Jacob had turned into lady!!!

    Nervously I called out his name and a squeaky voice answered “yes”.

    He got embarrassed by his voice and started crying and groaning.

    From his groans you could hear, “I should have never (sniff) teased women (sniff). I could not bear it, and I wished that he would turn back to normal.

    Then, KAPOV, there was Mr. Jacob again.

    He told me that, ” Women are not that bad. They Just threaten you, they do not kill you. ”

    But still he has given its his habit, he only insults women when he knows that I’m not around to change him.

  • MOVE ON

    MOVE ON

    No matter how much you try there will always be bumps on the road

    No matter how much you try there will always be bumps on the road. Courage lies in embracing your past, loving your present and dreaming your future.                                                                                                    MOVE ON… life will always treat you with love.

  • The Little Squirrel

    The Little Squirrel

    Once there was a sweet little girl named Sofia. She lived near a beach which was filled with palm and coconut trees all over the beach. She used to live on a coconut tree which was far away from the beach and was very tall. The leaves were very heavy and green. The bark of the coconut tree was very flexible and strong. The bark was also waterproof so she decided to make her house with the bark of the tree and thought to cover it with the palm tree leaves so that she could get protection from the sunlight, rainfall for any other season.

    She was poor and she lived in a tiny hut made out of coconut leaves. Now Sofia was a kind girl, so she went to it and stroked its head. “Dear squirrel,” she said when she noticed that it was hurt, come with me, I’ll make you feel better. “She took it home and fed it well.” Then she bandaged the wound and she told it to go back to the woods if it wanted to.She said this expecting it to leave but it stayed with her. Sofiya was surprised. Anyway, she always kept the squirrel with her. She loved it and it loved her. They were together for the first three years. They had fought in between which only made their love stronger and deeper. They took care of each other, their needs and lived for each other happiness. It has been 5 years now that they both have been living together.

    One day, Sofia went out to get some nuts for the squirrel. The sky was completely dark and was filled with clouds. The clouds were roaring as something is going to happen. The wind was blowing at a very high speed. She somehow managed to get out of her home. And it started raining like cats and dogs. The rain was so heavy along with the wind blowing that she could evenly walk.

    Suddenly something happened. The lightning struck a nearby tree and a voice came from her house. It was Harry, he was the most notorious one in the place where she lived. A naughty little boy called Harry, who had been having a walk in the forest, kidnapped it. The boy took her to the jungle where he tied her with ropes and mistreated her. The boy was very unkind to the squirrel. He did not feed the poor thing. One day when Harry went to school, he ran away to find his little mistress. Meanwhile, Sofia was worried about her little pet. She looked everywhere for it. She was very sad.

    One day, as Sofia was making some honey juice, she heard a nibble at the door. When she went and looked, there was the little squirrel, all worn out. So he brought it. The squirrel thought that it was very lucky to have such a good mistress and was very grateful. The squirrel was extremely happy and delighted. After that, they lived happily ever after.

  • Terror

    Terror

    This word is a misnomer. The doer also does it with fear, with the expectation that the act could create fear among the victims as well. So being a better judge of these situations we should say that there is a win-win situation for just ‘fear’. Nonetheless, one might say that terrorism is more of a delusion, it is all comprising of fear.

    When a terrorist leaves his home to destroy the world, he does that because he thinks that wrong has been done to them or their loved ones and so the vengeful side of theirs talk and compel them to take some actions. When a terrorist kills a family or say a kid, what does one think? The terrorist is heartless? No, he isn’t, once a child was killed in the same way in front of him but the child he kills has nothing to do with that, but still the terrorist finds his peace in being vindictive. There isn’t a point in blaming the terrorists for what they do, we should blame humanity for what it has created!

    Terror has many forms, a child who faces abuse at home defines terror in one way, a person who has not paid his debt defines terror in some other way, and a mother who saw her child getting shot in front of her eyes defines terror in a different way altogether. Terror is an idea which deceives even the best of people and doesn’t have limits to its expansion, but never contracts. Once terror is born it stays on for life. It grows and keeps expanding, destruction of terror is something humans cannot do by their available resources. Terror is to be destroyed through crushing the wrong hopes and killing the selfish ideas and it might not even be beneficial. Stopping terror is a stupendous task and does not need presence. Terror can be stopped, rather reduced through actions or say smart illusions.

    That child when it cries for a toy the family man cannot afford, he finds an excuse to give to the child, and tries his level best to achieve that income so that he can buy his child the toy. When the man fails to gather money he might take terror as his wingman and engage himself into actions which might help the terror to spread. That is when all the wrong comes in and we dismiss the life of the man, like he is a stone.

    Terror resides in every soul but it defines just a few. So, terror cannot be denied, it has to be checked and reduced. Rather than increasing the terror or rather helping others increase, we could be wiser and not indulge into increasing it by provoking others to do so. Life does not need to be perfect but it can be wonderful if we think about various things different, use different perspectives to judge things. It isn’t our choice it is our virtue, and if we virtualize the reduction of terror we can all work for it and make this world a better place to live in.

  • Eid Mubarak- Part 2

    Eid Mubarak- Part 2

    Did Nauseen and Malliquh be that involved in pampering their child that they completely forget the whole purpose of keeping a Roza?

    Nazma woke up holding the mat in her hand and said, “Alas! Nauseen madam, we both have also kept Roza. We both are hungry and are very tired. Let us sleep for some time. Nauseen again became angry and said, “You both had enough of your sleep. Now get up and make preparations for the next dishes. Go and rush to your work. Both Nazma and Huma woke up and started doing their work.

    It was evening when everyone wanted to open their Roza because it was a ceremony. They had arranged everything in their garden. So, all guests including Malliquh family members went outside to open their Roza. Chef’s had prepared a variety of cuisines and dishes. Each and every guest rushed to the cuisine stalls because they were super hungry and were craving for the delicious and tasty food.

    While all in-between this Nazma and Huma opened their Roza by eating plain bread along with some water and dates. They weren’t offered the cuisines and dishes that everyone was eating.

    Nauseen’s mother-in-law was watching all this and went to Nazma and Huma and offered them two trays that were filled with a variety of dishes and sweet dishes. She told them to have it and said them eat as much as you ca. Fill your stomachs with the food and even if some food is left out you can pack the food and take it to your home. Eat as much as you cab until your heart is filled with joy.

    These people don’t k now the real meaning of Roza. All they want to do is to maintain their standard symbol. Islam introduced the concept of Roza all because the Allah wanted that the rich and elite class people help the needy and poor people. Eid is celebrated only when you provide food to the people who really need them so that they can have a proper food even for a single day. What is the purpose of celebrating Eid if you give food and gifts to the people who already had them? The purpose of Eid is that people realize that every person should sleep happily with their stomach filled at God’s evening. But can you see here that the rich people are providing food to people who are already self-sufficient capable enough to have a complete diet every day?

    The basic meaning behind Roza is to remain without food and water the whole day, learn new things every day. Roza makes you learn about the patience a person should have, not to be in a hurry always. People should provide food and clothing to the poor people. Shower love on them. Provide them the basic amenities. This will be so grateful when the elite people bestow their love on the needy ones. People should take care of the poor and orphan children, gift them toys and food. Then only you will see the joy of sharing. They should not make the poor people and children work like animals.

    I am not saying that people should not keep Roza. They should. They should spend this day like normal days by eating simple food, cherishing every moment and not playing silly games on iPad, staying in air-conditioned rooms always.

    Roza should be there for you people, who spend all their day in working and whatever they get to eat they eat that and consider their life to be happiest.

    Malliquh and Nauseen were standing were listening to all this. They were shocked while listening to the conversation between Nazma and Nauseen’s mother-in-law. They soon realized the power of love and care in the festivals.

    They both had come there to call their mother for the party but remained still after listening to their conversation. After this, they felt very ashamed of themselves and thought how little their heart is. After taking a very long pause Malliquh made a decision that he will arrange another party in the coming weekend for the poor and needy people so that they can have the good food and joy of living with others at least for a single time. Also, he will keep in mind that they both Malliquh and Nauseen will keep Roza in the limits and will not over-pamper their son, Paras.

    “My mother always speak honest and truthful words,” said Malliquh. Roza doesn’t mean to quit water and food for one day. The basic concept behind keeping Roza is to control our senses, our taste buds, our soul, our heart and our mind. It is a test of our control on our bodily processes and senses. We should not speak bitter words and never be harsh on anyone especially the needy people. We should not see mishappenings that are occurring with people. Instead, we should encourage them to fight with that or help them to do so by providing financial and emotional support. We should share our happiness with the poor and needy people and also share theirs sad and harsh moments with us. We should understand their pain and sufferings that they are bearing.

    This is what exactly a Roza means. We should always do our work honestly and maintain peace among yourself. We should not be deceitful to the people. We all should celebrate Roza in this way only.

  • Eid Mubarak- Part 1

    Eid Mubarak- Part 1

    Did Malliquh and Nauseen really know the meaning behind the Roza?

    Malliquh and Nauseen were so involved in attending parties that did they knew about Huma and Nazma?

    The month of Ramzan started. There were celebrations all around. Everyone was so excited and was having fun. Every corner was cherishing in revelry. Malliquh house was near the market. There was hustle bustle around his house. Festival celebrations were in the air. Malliquh has only one child named Paras. He was 9 years old and was in 3rd standard. He was extremely happy because it was his 1st “Roza”. Nowadays ritual of opening Roza has become a status symbol for people. Paras belong to very rich and elite class. His father was a businessman and earned a lot. He was well qualified and had a huge experience in his own field.

    Malliquh has the wife named Nauseen. They both were very happy with their married life. Nauseen and Malliquh were not very fond of this fasting system. They both keep Roza on rare days and at rare times. But Nauseen’s mother-in-law believed in Allah and used to keep Roza every time. She always made herself involved in Allah and rituals associated with them. She used to spend most of the time with Allah and was very religious.

    Their household worker Nazma was very hard working and used to spend most of the time with them. But today was Roz everyone including Nazma daughter’s Huma was excited. So, they came to Malliquh home early today at 6:00 a.m. Nazma along with Huma reached home at 5:30 a.m. and made themselves busy in cleaning their home. They started with putting on new bedsheets. They put on clean white bedsheets both on the beds and the floor because of the Namaz that they were going to perform. They mobbed the whole house. They washed the verandah and the balcony including some portion of the street. They kept all the religious items which needed to perform Namaz. They managed to do it within a single hour. And the Namaz system was arranged for the women which were invited as guests and the neighbors.

    Malliquh already told his colleagues, friends, and relatives about Paras’ Roza. He was delighted and kept a huge lunch called “Dawat” at their home. He called nearly 150 people on this gathering. Huge preparations were made for this event. Caterers were there to serve people and top chefs were invited to make the delicious finger licking food. Tents were established along with the soft music. Tables, chairs, mats and lightening system was arranged. All of it together looked too beautiful. The chef was super talented and had his huge name in the neighboring cities.

    Paras was made to sit in a room which was fully air-conditioned. He was pampered a lot all because it was his first Roza and he belonged to a very rich class. He was given a separate room so that he interacts very less with the guests. He has gifted a mobile phone so that he remained busy and his mind didn’t deviate from eating and he doesn’t wish to eat more. All this was made because he didn’t crave for the food. Malliquh and Nauseen both took care of Paras very much. They both pampered him too much. Everyone enjoyed a lot at the event and were completely joyful because of the food. The food was very delicious.

    But Nazma and Huma did every kind of household work. They kept washing the home and utensils up to 5 p.m. in the evening. They were exhausted and didn’t celebrate a second of their Roza. Instead, they worked hard and long as compared to other days.

    They mostly had the glass and costly heavy metals utensils because they had bought them recently only due to this purpose. So Nazma and Huma had to take a lot of care while washing the utensils and keep them in a safer place so that they don’t get damaged or broken. Nauseen even told them that they didn’t want even a single scratch on their glass utensils. So, washing the utensils wiping them and keeping them in a safer place was a huge work and they paid it off. Huma and Nazma were very tired because they were doing all the household work since 7:00 a.m. in the morning and also due to Roza they neither eat something nor drank even a single of water. So, all their energy levels went down. Huma couldn’t even move her hand because of loads of work. She was getting faint nearly because of the deprivation of the food and water. Her faced shrank almost to the size of a pomegranate. She was completely weary. Her lips went so dry that the epidermis of the lips was getting peeled itself.

    Nazma and Huma weren’t able to move their hand because they were exhausted. So, the lie down on the floor of the kitchen itself and decided to take a short nap so that they might get some rest. It hasn’t been half an hour that Nauseen approached there and started reprimanding them that fruits have approached the house main gate. Go and get them. Wash the fruits and after splicing them add some spices and chutneys. Make a delicious fruit chat from them and put them in small glass bowls and serve them to the guests.

    What will help next?

  • Independence

    Independence

    Since childhood, Harry didn’t get the love of his parents. And now when he was in a fix what option did he had?

    “How can you do this?” While saying this Shahida was extremely angry.

    What? What did I do wrong? Said Harry in a very low and soft tone.

    At least you could have asked me. But at this time you didn’t ask me. I accept that. It is okay. It is your opinion. But even after taking a decision you didn’t ask me. How could you do that? At least you could have told me because I am your mother you should have the courtesy take my advice. Shahida spoke all this in the single in the breath.

    “Alas, yes…! Oh, I almost forgot that you are my mother. Harry said all this sarcastically.

    But I cannot help me because you only put me in this situation. You are the only reason why I am like this. You are the sole reason for my rude behavior and do you know why I am saying so?

    I am helpless in this situation because you gifted me this life and told me how to spend it.

    “Me”, asked Shahida.

    Yes, mother! Remember the time when I was a toddler. O you remember it?

    When I used to crave for the fairy tales so that I can sleep better when I crave for the love that every mother gives to her child. When I need you to pamper me. I needed your shelter when I was a toddler. And what did you do? But you were so hard on me like a metal that I used to manage myself to make me happy.

    When I grew elder than before you started handling me a mobile phone to play games to keep me busy so that I will not irritate you. Yiu was selfish. Your phone was full of games, videos of children and the fairy tale videos. I kept playing games or watching the videos of children and fairy tale and got tired soon. And I used to sleep like this when I got tired.

    Dad used to come home when I was asleep and went to his office when I was still sleeping. I never used to meet my dad in the regular days except for weekends.

    When I used to go tot the school. Who made me learn the new subjects, concepts and theories. Was that you?

    No. A bold No. You send me to the tuition classes. I used to study at tuition so that you don’t have to do that hard work for making me study.

    Mom abruptly said that who used to pay the tuition fees. We paid it. Because we hoped that at the tuition you will study more as compared to home. We wanted your bright future. And the only option was to make you successful at studies was tuition classes. So we did that.

    Harry replied that did you asked my tuition teachers that how I was performing at studies. No never. You always wanted that your formalities are completed. Did you ask the tuition teacher that was I performing ad studying dedicated? You completed your formality that I got to study after school time and after that, you didn’t care.

    And whenever I used to ask the question from you, you always said me to google it or check it in the supplementary books. Did you ever make an effort to know that how I studied? Do I need more practice and hard work? Am I good or bad at studies?

    Your answer always intended to be a blunt No. When w in seventh standard the internet became my tuition teacher. I always used to rely on the internet for my every study purpose. Internet was my only teacher, friend, and a parent. My life collapsed in this home. I used to live like that I am living under a bed in a corner where no one cares about me. It was like that the dust covered me and everyone just ignored me. I used to live all by myself.

    Whenever I faced a hard situation or was in a fix regarding family, friends issue or any school-related problem. I couldn’t ask the solution of my problems with you. Even I could not share my moments with you. Do you know why?

    All because you were always busy in your business meetings, official or unofficial gatherings, kitty parties, business trips, social work and every other stuff in the world that always kept you busy. All this work kept you busy always. You completely forgot that I am your child and your son is alive.

    This internet always used to be my best friend and always stood by me in every sad and happy moment. This internet is my life and my world since I was in seventh class. Now I have taken decisions consulting this internet where you could have helped me take my decisions. But you were nit always available.

    Now tell me what I did wrong? Did I ever take the wrong decision? I was understood to be self-reliant since my birth!