Resistance Rue Chantilly

Sometimes strolling in Paris street can be full of surprises..

Paris is a city where all buildings have same style. Excepted Monpernasse building (reason of many "parisians" discontent). Only Eiffel Tour has the authority to look down at the city. So that the "normal" buildings are at most level 7 storeys high.

When it hits you!

Salam,

I shall share a story, what i experienced a few days ago, for me, words cant do justice to the emotions, here it goes.

Me and my little sister wandered on streets today collecting donations, if anyone had to give any that is. We whined, not very loudly, just amongst ourselves, how hot it was. I know it isn't as hot as around the globe, but for the UK it was a hot day after a very long time.


We saw a man with a push-chair walking down the street. We approached him, the way we always do, & waited there for him to take out change from his wallet.

U said Movies ?

Written By: Hameem Hussain

I feel holidays like a real burden. I have nothing to do especially and all to do in fact. I have to manage time all by myself. I hate this. However, i was feeling great yesterday because i finally opened my maths copybook. Studied a bit my 'automorphisme orthogonaux'. But sooner my cellphone snaped my attention. I wish there weren't any cellphones sometimes... I checked my messages, mails, facebook account and end up watching a film.

 Arakshan. I long heard its songs but never saw the film. now i can say that it totally worths watching.

Arakshan means quota in Hindi. The scene takes place in a prestigious science college. A law aproval puts the castes of india on the edge of great conflict. This law reserves 47% of places in higher studies establishments for poor people instead of 25% earlier. The least show there joy dancing in the streets and invading great colleges gateways.

Books-My Best Friends

Written By: Amna Aziz.

You know why I love books? It is because they are my best companions. They take away my tensions and my fears and transport me away from this horrible world; into worlds where fairytales become real, dreams come true, where love does conquer all; into worlds where life is peaceful and people are happy. At least for a little while I’m able to forget the harsh realities of life and actually believe that one day everything will change for the better and that tomorrow will come as a solution to all the problems. I’ve come to live in a make-believe world of my own. These short respites help me cope with everything. My books provide me with an escape, not questioning, not doubting but always helping.

Mission submission - Bow down to rise

"Only they believe in Our messages who, when they are reminded of them,

fall down prostrate and celebrate the praise of their Lord, and they are not proud."

32:15

Enveloped in my thoughts pondering over the given topic , with my bedroom door slightly ajar i saw my father offering salah outside. After what seemed like an eternity I got out of my bed .. frustrated at the numbness of my mind , which had clearly refused to come up with any aesthetically alive ideas, i moved towards my father . Still on the janemaz, he had his face buried in his hands , having sensed my presence he lifted his head , smiled and asked what the matter was. "What is submission to you baba ?" i asked. Rather than replying to my question he simply prostrated ... i assumed he overheard my question and asked again, he replied

"The most important thing for an army officer or a man in general is his ego , his self built respect, his pride ..... and when a man gives up all that and touches his nose on the ground to show that nothing stands before the supremacy of Allah , that is submission."

Motivated by my father's inspirational words as i set down to work on the given piece i pondered over the different ways of submission …… there could be so many i said to myself, but the most beautiful form of submission to me is bowing before Allah .... Openly accepting defeat before the omni potent Lord of both worlds.

This calligraphic work clearly shows what submission is to me .... it doesn't have to be anything extreme like seclusion for ages or living in forests, cut off from rest of the world.

Novas vs. Supernovas

This guest post is written by Kathleen Hubert who is a famous blogger and writes on a variety of different sites. Check out more of her work at Modular Homes.

Novas and supernovas are both massive explosions that occur within stars. However, they actually signal different stages of a star’s life. Novas are like occasional fireworks on the surface of a living star, while supernovas are the grand finales.

Novas

Novas are explosions caused by a fusion reaction on the surface of a white dwarf star. The white dwarf is usually the smaller of the two stars in a binary system. The nova occurs in the star’s outer layer built up from material pulled from the second star. Gas accumulates on the surface until it ignites a nuclear reaction.

Happy Ramadan, BUT!

Ramadan is a month of blessings. A month where we gain all the pleasures and benefits of being a muslim. We pray five times a day, we read the Holy Quran, we fast and avoid bad things. Yes we do it very successfully don't we? even the worst of us? People stop abusing each other, they avoid lying to each other, some go the level of stop listening to music and watching movies. In other words they say we become GOOD for the holy month of Ramadan. I for example know my friends who abuse so excessively, smoke so much, even drink and are on drugs but they are able to control themselves during  Ramadan. But why do we even abuse in the first place? Isn't this the lamest type of sin we do? Just sit and abuse for no reason or as a habit and adding to our sins. There are people who tell me abusing, smoking, flirting etc are in fashion. WOW! :) Anyways, if we can control ourselves in this one month, why can't we control ourselves over all the 12 months?  I know we are human beings and will make mistakes but I don't even see people trying to stop themselves from bad over the rest 11 months. Can't we just try atleast? We really can, if we can in this one month. Ramadan Mubarak to everyone! May Allah guide us and shower HIS blessings upon us and make us realize we can stay GOOD all 12 months not just this one. Ameen.

Friends and Lessons.

There are some people in your life who will make you feel the luckiest person. I now know for sure, Im blessed with many of those friends.  There are times when you feel so down and helpless and you find no way out but then you realize that you have your friends with you, who no matter what the situation is, no matter what time of day it is, will listen to your boring sad stories, no matter what their own problems are will be ready to help you at any time, no matter If it matters or not help you without even a second thought, then pull you up, buck you up, care for you, and yes again make you feel you are the luckiest person in this world.

Pakistani Stereotypes

Every society has stereotypeism class which actually shows the stupidness that exists around us. Or okay well the funny parts that exist, the stuff that can randomly bring smile on your faces or even make you laugh out loud. Here is another of those funny videos that will make you laugh for sure :D

Well the description from the makers say it all ..

" Typical Pakistani stereotypes presented from a new angle..OK maybe not new angle but a little older than new angle to show stupidness of the Pakistani society BLAH BLAH BLAH and they happily lived ever after. :D "

From,
FaizanGaba, Abdul Rafeh, Aman Ahmed Khan, SaadUllah Khurram, Hasaan Arif, Ammar Ubaid, Haseeb Asim and Itsmarka.

Bring you Back

Written By Ismma Zaffer


Alas! Four years have passed,
Journey through grief is not going fast.
1461 days I’ve seen the rain,
Rolling down my cheeks on the sunny days.

Your life went by so fast,
You no longer stand in front of my eyes.
But you are the only one I see,
When I reminisce the past.

I call your name at long last,
With the trace of dark shadow around.
Why I can’t bring you back?
Is the only question I still ask.

I know how to Fly!

Written By Rimsha Amin.

My dreams are high,

My aim touches the sky,

I believe in my beliefs,

I dream my dreams,

I am living; let me live please,

I don’t want my future to freeze,

I am playing, let me play with this toy,

I am a bird, I know how to fly.

My Father is my Inspiration!

This boy had shifted to the city for the first time in his life, he was in grade six technically spending all his live in a village..

It was the first day of new school when during the english lesson his teacher asked him to stand up and read out an application.. The young boy had no clue about what he was being asked to do and all the knowledge he had of english started reading out " A B C .. Z " and a few more english words he had memorized, whole class burst into laughters and so did the teacher.

"What do you want to become when you grow up?" The teacher asked.

"I will become a doctor." He replied.

Another pause and the whole class along with the teacher laughs again.

"You and a doctor? you will be lucky enough if you pass Matric exams". The teacher replied back.