Duck of my dreams

*SINGS*
You are da duck of my dreams
In my heart, I believe
All alone, in my roam
I wishing that u were here
widout u, in my arms
I am holding back all of the tears
Widout u in my life
I'll never be satisfied.



Information
Name: Duck of my dream.
Age: Sweet 16
Eyes: Red
Complexion: Black
Lives: A pond of tears near by my heart.
Status: Single
Body Status: 5", 32", 26"
Eats: Worms
Sings: I will always love u. Whiteny Houstan.
Language: Quack Quack.
Hobbies: Hearts stealing

Thanking note.

I am clear with all the messed up problems.
Special thanks to FM for her kind help, and for the replying post she wrote.
Thank u Tora for ur comments and yeah i will gonna check those forum's links too.

In de end lemme thanks to ALLAH that he made this muddy body of mine into MUSLIM.
OH ALLAH i am sure that u kept an eye over me since the day i born, since when i walked on knees, since when i fed up wid milk only, i know that u have all the rights over each and every vein of my body, U can take my soul whenever U want and U can bring the judgement day, u either are the decider of our happy or even bad ending. SO please oh ALLAH count me and all the true muslims into celestial beings.

And still if i wouldn't follow UR worthy orders then turn me into a duck and leave me somewhere near to the desert of THAR where water is hardly seen.


Adios World.

Muharram

First of all lemme remind the world, that this is my blog, its nobody's magazine or anybody's dining table, its my very own blog and that is it. I mean i can change the topic whenever i feel like and i can do anything i want.
So I am changing the topic, will continue abt my friends some other time. The new topic is Muharram, abt Muharram. First of all HAPPY NEW YEAR to all of the muslims.
Hmmmm.... i am not very old in blogging world but one thing is for sure and i also have noted that Muslims from other countries like UK or America are far more better than us Paki's. I would like to give credit to FM especially, coz she really helps me realize the thing. Then comes to TORA, ABEZ, Hijabi Friend and other (i am not sure abt their countries). I feels the thing many a times that they are MORE MUSLIMs than me and other Paki's. The way they write and the way their most of the topics, ISLAM is just fully shown by their thoughts and i must admit that They could be call as True Muslims not me :(.
But FM, ABEZ, Tora and others, lemme tell and let u aware of the other problems. Lemme clear that i with my friends had a very long disscussion tonight over the comparison of conditions for the Muslims over here and over there.
FM u are muslim right? Do u know about SUNI MUSLIM and SHIA MUSLIM, AhL e Hadees Muslim and Sippah Sahaba Muslims etc.? May be u know abt them. But here in pakistan it is very difficult to choose the right one. I am a Muslim, but gets confuse too much when ppl suppose to asks me that are u sunni? Yeah i replies always, then they ask a very difficlut question abt the MASLAK, dont know what is it, but they calls it AHL e Hadees, Ahl e Sunnat, Dyo Bandi.
May someone tell me what are these things. I am muslim since birth, but no body even thought at the time of giving my first AZAN into my ears, that what this child will going to be. OH ALLAH HELP US CHOOSING THE RIGHT PATH.
I have a very strong belief that i am muslim, ALLAH IS ALONE, and PROPHET (SAW) is ALLAH'S Last NABI. Consider these three things and now sort out what i am??????????
AnNother problem is this that if i am Muslim, then why Shia use to call themselves Muslim?
I remember abt the golden night of MAIRAJ, when Our PROPHET (SAW) brought us 5 times of prays and 30 FASTS of RAMAZAN. Then why the so called muslims pray three times a day?? Why the name of ALI (Razi allah tala o anhu) comes into their KALMa, when we all know the exact kalma and meaning of it?
I am really confused though i am a muslim since birth, now lets take those new commers to Islam, when if someone asks him to join any FIRQA after accepting ISLAM, what he'll gonna do?
Conclusion is this that how should be spent the month of MUHARRAM? By sunni's way or by Shia's way? I say with due respect to all the ASHAB, ALL the participators, all the happenings, which happened and related to the month of MUHARRAM thousand of years ago and wid the RAZA of ALLAH.
The sad start of the year reminds us to consider sadness as well in the huge crowd of happiness which ALLAH gives us to joy. This is a very long topic but i mean no offense in real. All we should do is to behave like well, and according to the teaching of QURAN that is it.
ADIOS WORLD.

Abhi to mai jawan hoon..

Today is Sunday, a free day. Lots of thoughts and memories are dancing over my head and kicking me time to time and making the mess of my head. As one thing is for sure that this kind of condition overcomes me whenever I am stuffed. So its better to write some here and make myself light a bit. I wrote about my childhood in meray bachpan kay din in the month of January-2004, now this time somethings of my early days of teenage.
I used to be the most active student in my college. I have named each and every teacher of my college. Here are some...

Name: Sir (can't write here)
Original name: Sir Khuwaja.
Post: Head.
Reason: Coz of his strange personality and very big Moustaches. He always seems solving a fight in the college, and once I was also becomes teh part of one fight and we were standing in his office before that fight, he was almost begging us not to fight, "Beta Allah ka wasta hai, college kay naam ka sawal hai, Khuda kay naam per larai mat kero". But what happened? A fight for sure... :)

Name: Amir Bhai
Original name: Just Aamir.
Post :( what was his post?
Reason: He always seems telling us "Boys apni shirt kay ooper kay buttons band kero", but no body listens to him and we all always making fun of him. Bara shareef tha ALLAH BAKHSHAY.

Name: Sir Potato
Original name: Ilyas Rehbar.
Subject: Maths.
Reason: Coz of his potato shape nose afterwards he was name as Ilyas rubber by my younger brother in the next year coz of his rubber like hands' movement. He always seems lost whenever he is giving us lecture and always took 15 to 20 minutes extra after teh class, but that was my routine I always make him remember "Sir time hogaya!". He said, "Yeah P-Caper, i know, tumhain bohat pata hai? chalo class say bahir nikal jao", and i was like waiting for that, picked my books and goodbye. Hehehe

Name: Sir Bharram Sherri
Original name: Khurram Sherri.
Subject: Chemistry.
Reason: Coz he very often pretends to be the most tallented man in our class. Very often he says by raising his coughs, whenever any student asks him any stupid question "Beta iss baat ka bara zaberdast jawab hai, ager class main lerkian na hoteen na to tumhain zarror deta".

Name: Sir Nagan
Original name: Sir Naag Pal.
Subject: English
Reason: Initially we used to call him Only Sir Naag without any reason, but that day also came when he got his Moustache cut and tend to be the most beautiful guy in the whole college. Dont know what happened to him, he was start wearing bright colors and i saw him numerious time running in the morning. I swear once we also heard him singing "Abhi to main Jawan hoon" lol. Dont know why after having his Moustache cut he was start looking NAGAN.

Name:ALLAH MIAN KI GUY
Original name: Sir Aamir.
Subject: Computer
Reason: He was hardly 5 years older than his students and his boyish look attracts most of the girls towards him. He was just like ALLAH MIAN KI GUY. I remember when once Sara was eating my head and asking me that "Fahad do u smoke", "yes" i said, she went to Sir Aamir and start complaining abt me "Sir, sir Fahad cigeratte peta hai", "To kia hua, main bhi peeta hoon", he replied, "what??????" she screamed and start eating his brain and i hiddenly went off.


Then comes my friends........(to be continued.....)

Adios World.

A bad day!

Wasn't that? yep!
Hmmmm..
Thats all i did when Waqas (my younger bro, another 4 eyed) told me that a biker hit his car, but thanks to GOD, no scrathes over our brand new car.
(Weak later.)
Weldone, bravo, keep up the good work.
Again, i said that yesterday when he told me again that a biker hits his car and this time serious injurious to the car and now "I am going to call to the showroom for repairing", 4 eyed said. :(
Thanks to GOD first of all that no harms to both of the drivers and secondly why this all happens to him again and again? :(
A sad ADIOS tonight.

AZAAB

Wow, I already have put a heading on my post and now I am thinking that it could be any band's new album name. :) (Caution: The heading don't have any relation regarding to this post).
Anyway, was busy, waisay bhi I've noted that no body even try to asks me "kay bhai kahan thay aap". Anyway :).
My conscience forced me earlier to not to write tonight, and voices from inside was kay "abay ullo 2 baj rahay hain, sona nahi hai kia?". But afterwards I thought "kay ager acha nahi roz ka aana jana to 2,3 roz kay baad to aaya bhi ja sakta hai aur jaya bhi".
Anyway, an interesting news I have, I also by myself never heard abt that in my whole life, especially these kinds of things or I would say arrangements are almost hardly seen in Pakistan.
65 marriages at the same time, same place, would u believe that. Yeah it happened in my very own area of Karachi. I saw it from my very own eyes, some organization provides that facility once ina year every year in Karachi, can't say anythin abt other cities of Pakistan. Nikkah was already done, they just were calling the Hubbys' names and was handing over them their brides. lolzzz funny.
I am seriously thinking that next time I will also get prepare and reach to that damn place and will bring 2 or 3. :) hahaha
That happened on 15th, after a very day of uncle valentine. I was busy in a single wedding of my friend's side. Poor ppl were they, only arranged a single.
Anyway, I found a typical sindhi guy there, who very forcibly fitted in his suit. He just saw me sitting wid my friend alone and he ate up our whole head. He was offering me a cigarette but I was precautioned earlier to not to smoke in the presence of my friend's father and elder brothers. So I avoid smoking. But the guy was start telling me his story, and goes "Baba u are doing well by not smoking inside the hall, I also wont smoke here if my ABBA would be here, I rather will do it by the end of this very area in his presence."
Anyway, we enjoyed the party in da company of NIKKAH KHUWAAN (he happened to be my friend's friend, a lil intro and he sat wid us :(, another tragedy)

Adios *yawn* World.

Valentine's day.

Today is 14th of February. I heard sometimes ago about some Saint Valentine and I thought then "what the heck", the saint is dead and stupids still following his stupid rulz.
Flowers giving day, valentine cards, mess of the pocket money, iz that everything to be call as Valentine day?
Well abt dead Saint Valentine, he must be having punishment in the hell, and angels must be saying to him "oye ullo kay pathay yeh neechay to kia ker kay aya hai?". I mean every body seems walking on his foot prints. His story is a very sadistic one though.
In some old kingdom, there was a king who wants to have a bachelor army men in his army, coz bachelors don't have anything to worry abt. So that king banned marriage for any young man in his kingdom. But then that king came to know that somewhere in his kingdom there is a saint who hiddenly helps men and women to get married. King ordered to put him in prison, and in prison that saint fell in love wid king's very own daughter. lolz that saint valentine must be a Pakistani, they always use to hit a jack pot. :)
Anyway, after that love story king hanged that saint and qissa khatam.
But what the hack starts after that, valentine's day. Saint SAHAB must be getting jealous by the stupids down here, "I am burning in the fire of hell and look at these stupids they are preparing themselves to become part of the hell like me".
Anyway, this is not it, Pakistan is in trap of another influence, tonight is a BASANT NIGHT :(. Oh LORD help me. :( I hate Basant, but what is the story behind BASANT night? *wondering*
Adios World.

Mobile day

Thanks to GOD that mobile day is over now.
I am calling the day of yesterday a mobile day, which went very fast and in so much happenings. I must say that THE SUN of 10:00 in the morning is a must see thing, and I saw it yesterday after so much time, since its bin my routine to wake up at 1 or 2 of the noon :).
Lots of traffic on the roads always freaks me out and same happened yesterday's morning, I took two PANGAS with two different drivers, and I want to write it here coz I wanna show the world that how careless and unmature lady drivers are use to be.

SCENE NO 1: I was going at 80 Km/h on the first bridge after MARRIOTT Hotel and I was thinking seriously about the rush of traffic, I was at the over taking lane when a COROLLA of 1984 start pushing me towards the road coming from wrong side of me, suddenly I felt that and, break at right time saved me, otherwise that COROLLA would had killed me. I took a long breath, threw the butt of cigarette, lightened another one, and turn up the volume of my car's deck while my foot was forcing the accelerator at its maximum, I soon caught that car and found that two girls were sitting in it. So I over took the car, she tried dozens of times to get her place back but I didn't let her, and a very sad end when I forced her to hit another car slightly in front of her when I saw the signal getting red, I left them when the driver of that damaged car was getting out of his car in a very dangerous mood (khana Kharab hogaya). lolzz. The car number plate said W-9003

SCENE NO 2: I was on 110 and no one was near to me, I saw a Brand new Lime green Prosmatic cutting in the middle of the road to Marriott again, I had to pull my breaks at limits and the driver was completely jumped in her car by hearing the scratches of tyres on the road, and she was then showing me her hand to take a breath, I gave her a flying kiss in a moment when she was looking at me and let her go :). Darn girls never can be a good drivers. Yeh baat confirm hai.
Anyway, those were two important happenings besides many unimportant things happened yesterday. I wasn't in mood to write anything tonight, but according to my horoscope of this week, they allows me to write freely, be happy and flirt freely. And when it comes to flirt..... Pinky my darling I am commingggg....................
Adios World.

*Bling* *Bling*... I am back

Ahhh.. ummmm. ummmm
*busy in eating kheer* :)
I was feeling very hungry, that is my problem since ages that I feel hunger very much, especially when I am in a very good mood. Won't tell anybody the reason, coz may some guys start their lectures again. Imtiaz will go on like "Oye to Phir say", Irfan will say "Fahad tera sitara urooj per hai", and Naeem will smash his head to the wall near by. *Devil's smile* khee khee.
Anyway was writing some about my hunger, I went in the search of anything which could satisfy my stomach at the moment and guess what I found? Kheer in the fridge, wasn't that so romantic?
My mama is very cool, she always do care of me. She loves us very much, and she iz no doubt the best mother of the world, I always says one thing, that "If there would be any OSCAR for a best MOM, it surely would goto my mama." :)I am singing a song for her, sing wid me Mamaaa I love uuu, Mama I swear
Ok world, a glass of hot milk is waiting for me, so am outta here.
ADIOS WORLD.

Another part of the picture....

A very sad end of the day.
Tonight I am going to tell u the story of Chacha Bhogi.
Till tonight I also don't know of him, coz we never saw him around in our area, he told us that he lives in very famous Prince Appt. in our area. He really has a very sadistic story of his own life, the whole scene goes like that, when all of us were sitting at our daily meeting place, a man who was looking an age of around 70 years, he hardly had any teeth in his mouth and he was working his mouth regularly just like he was chewing some gum, he came and said "if u guys don't mind, can I sit at this table just for relaxation, I am so tired and now I don't feel like walking anymore" we allowed the old man happily. He was start talking to himself that this is his last night here. That was something which attracts our interest towards him.
I asked him "Why are u saying that?" he replied that "tomorrow morning I will leave this world and will goto EDHI CENTER", and then he started to tell us his sad story.
His original name was something else, but he was calling himself Bhogi coz his mother use to call him with this name.
Firstly he cleared that his not a mad, coz his dead father told him once in his life that whoever is walking naked in the streets and can hit a police mobile with a rock could be call as mad, not him, he told us that he is from ISMAILI Community and married three times he was divorced once and his 2nd wife is dead and his third wife who was Hindu left him in punishment 7 years ago, coz she thinks that he is a brainsick peson. He has 3 married children, who are now running a restaurant in America and they sometimes call their grand ma, means Bhogi's mother to America but not even try to ask abt their father who just spends his whole day in his daily pocket money which is 5 Rs. He is living wid his mother and his son sends him monthly expense of 100$. In which he have to pay the utility bills and other daily expenses.
This is not it, when he told us impeccantly that he have to wash her mother cloths, wash dishes and cooking is also includes in his daily routine, he said I become so tired after all that. He told us that his age is 58 though he was looking of 70+. He told us that his son has many plots and houses sealed safely here in khi, but none of them is in his interest.
He was protesting against his own religion that is ISMAILI, he said that the AGHA KHAN who also after having dinner prays to the unseen GOD cant give me anything. And yes he said that GOD don't do marriage coz GOD is free of everything then how com AGHA khan can be our GOD when he is continuously doing marriages and giving births. While talking all that he puts his hand into his pocket by saying that "Ab mai sutta lagaon ga", and then a lonely cigarette came out from his pocket, which he hardly lightened with his shaky hands. Darn we were watching him helplessly :(.
He said that he loves his mother that's why he is keep living wid her, but she don't love him, coz whenever she leaves to America on the call of her grand sons for sometime, she left him behind, but later when she comes back she start searching for his beloved son, "huh This what she calls love???????".Damnit this is totally unfair. He told us that his mother likes the taste of brandy that's why she left him here to die. Everytime his mother lefts him behind he just don't find another way to go excepts EDHI Foundation. So according to him that tomorrow she is leaving him again to America that is why "tonight I will go home late, woh bohat pareshan hogi aur mujhey acha lagay ga *smiles innocently*".

Goodness me, I can't write anymore :( its enough, I need a break
....*heads down*

Ok, after his story we all went quite, when I said ok Uncle Bhogi allow us to leave we will meet again inshahllah tomorrow night at the same time. He just looked at my face and said "No", we all forced him very much until he agreed that he won't leave for EDHI center now, we just tried to awake some hope of life in him and guess what he agreed, I am very much satisfy with my soul right now.
In the end I must say that he was a clear Psycho and his son and his last wife help him to be. This is all their fault otherwise the 58 year old man could have stand at some better stage at this part of his life.
All I need u to do pray for him, and I will do it too.
May GOD helps him to find some better solution to live his life hopefully.
Adios World.

You are 23% geek

OK, so maybe you ain't a geek. You do, at least, show a bit of interest in the world around you. Either that, or you have enough of a sense of humor to pick some of the sillier answers on the test. Regardless, you're probably a pretty nifty, well-rounded person who gets along fine with people and can chat with just about anyone without fear of looking stupid or foolish or overly concerned with minutiae. God, I hate you.

Take the Polygeek Quiz at Thudfactor.com

EIDI-less EID.

Ahh, I am back atlast, back from Eid, back from all parties, back from Mars, back from Venus err, I mean ..... nothing, Yeh kafi nahi hai kay I am back anyway.
So, the Sun of third day just vanishing into the west and all the Eid's related stuffs are over now. As Aysh advice me to eat a lot of meat, so I wanna tell her that Yeah Aysh I have ate up enough meat, now I am not even in mood to look at it!
Well, one thing I have noted very seriously at this eid that now I am not a kid anymore, though I am just 21 and thinks its not enough to be count as uncle. I've noted it many a times at this eid only, before that I was just kept busy in collecting EIDI from my elders like Uncles, aunts an Grand parents. But at this very eid all the young cousins and young siblings of my friends made the mess of my pocket by saying just two lil words, "Eid Mubarak". But I was shocked about my age and myself when a nephew of Irfan called me uncle :(, firstly I was shocked and then comes out from it by saying politely "Dear I am not your uncle, I m hardly 21" he replied "But uncle u've got a shave, just like uncles" :( "oh" then I realize that I was very busy in eid's stuff and I didn't even got the time for shave.
Anyway, I must say that ":( Darn I am just 21 and I aint got no Eidi at this eid". This is totally unfair and I am thinking seriously to start a campaign against all the freeze minded elders who thinks their JOT's Kids (Just over teenage) are not eligible for EIDI, now I need few votes seriously, who'll gonna do it?
Anyway, I hardly sleeps few hours in these days so I badly need some more.
So Adios World.

Visit to Bakra Market

Ahhhh, I am really feeling tired and tomorrow is Eid, I am unable to understand that how come I will able to prepare myself for that day tomorrow, I am really not in such perfect condition.
I went to Sohrab goat (famous market of animals in Karachi) last night and guess when I came back?
At 8 in the morning, that 8 hour trip was really hectic, though I have nothing to do wid any Bakra or Guy (I mean cow, not guy), but still I went Fe-Sabeel-Illah. About me, my lonely Bakra is already booked sometime b4 eid but it may come to us most probably on 1st day of eid, coz of the lack of place in our apartment for our beloved Bakra. But still my heart feels for my friends so, one of them offered me to go with him, I couldn't refuse and that was the most saddest part of the story :(.
We had to buy a Cow in a very short range of amount and that counts to be another sad part of the story. The market rates were talking to sky that is another. And all the sellers which normally comes from around all over sindh and Punjab are now become very sharp in dealing, that is offourse another sad part, they now don't use to come in traps which buyers normally sets for them sometime ago.
We were looking for a guy for almost 7 hours and just cigarettes are the only true companion for us. Someone did tell us before leaving to Bakra Market that don't take ur own car wid u, its quite messy there, so we didn't, but that someone proved himself some ALLAH KA WALLI later :(.
We went in some Suzuki which were going back to market after dropping their customer to their desired location, so they takes Rs. 10 for each rather going back empty. We didn't find any suitable guy for our friend that is another saddest part of the story so we had to come back empty handed. :(
So when we were coming back to home, that really was a very hard thing to find any transport in such messy conditions, but GOD helped us and we found a transport. He dropped us in the middle of the city when sun was just about to rise so we preferred walk rather than waiting for any transport. We had to walk almost miles in search of any transport. And that time also came when we hardly were able to move an inch, we were just pulling ouselves on the long road.
Suddenly I saw that Altaf (my friend) crossing a road scootly, I thought that he lost his mind (baichara since ages he is walking), for me its valued more than death that I took another extra step and the fool was crossing the road, I followed his direction and found a running cow, lolzzzzz, Darn me! I also start running after her, the cow was running like a flesh and everyone who was coming in her way was having a DO-Latti (kick from a cow), but we all 4 didn't stop chasing her, until we were exhaust, she moved into another deep street of Gouli Mar area and we gave up after watching that her owner took start to follow her. We turn back like defeated soldiers and start laughing on ourselves, everyone accepts that we never runs like that much fast in our whole life and that was really surprising, coz earlier we weren't able to move and that was also counts that how we followed that running cow :) lolzzzzzz
I will never forget that night in my whole life. Never. Every second of it forcing me to laugh madly. May GOD bless her chasers as yet the cow seemed to be number one in that race.

Anyway, leaving for some preparation for tomorrow, until we meet again, pray well, eat well, dress well, enjoy well and celebrate ur eid well.
Eid Mubarak to All!
Adios world.