NazeefWrites

LISTEN TO others. We all are busy in our life. We all are facing the battle of depression and anxiety. Life has become difficult and challenging ever since technology has become fast forward. Time has engulfed our schedule. Distance has destroyed our relationships. Days are slipping like minutes and we are on a journey to become materialistic. The world has become a whirlpool of downheartedness and dejection. The most heart-wrenching part, we all are drowning into it. Instead of pulling each other up, we are pushing ourselves and also others into the endless pit. . At the time of despair and downturn, we need to understand each other. We need to give time . We need to listen. But how shall we understand each other? By what means we can cement the gap between us? Listen to them. Ask yourself, when was the last time you listened to your loved ones genuinely? When was the last time you approached your closed ones and asked them about their condition? Did you

give space. There was a moment in my life where I was surrounded by the people who controlled my mind and heart. I was supposed to do what they want me to do. I was supposed to talk like them. I was supposed to laugh, eat and act like them. At first, it was fine. I began to accept their rules and regulations. later, things didn't workout. I started feeling anxious. I grew nervous. I realize that I was in a bad relationship with these people. I remember where one of my friend said ' you have to uproot your plant if the root grew poisonous'. M circle was harmful. I was been controlled. I didn't have any freedom to express my views, thoughts and opinions. Life seems so unfair at that point. . but the idea of love and friendship was still in my mind. I feared for I didn't have anyone to get mingle with during my college days. I was feared by the idea that I will be left alone with no one around me. I was feared by the notion of getting bullied by them. I was sc

Little things with great love - 1 It was dusk. The sky turned crimson red. I headed towards masjid to offer magrib prayer. I saw an extremely old man. He had a slouch body and stick in his hand. My eyes were fixed on him. I gazed at his twinkling eyes that concealed thousands of sagas, explanations, regrets and memories. We finished our magrib prayer and I was sitting behind the old man. I watched his trembling hands reaching towards the dusty shelf where the holy book of Allah And other Islamic text were kept.  I wondered how the tiny eyes with blurred vision could read a book. How could he hold such a heavy book with his soft hand? Meanwhile, another hand reached towards the shelf and he took hold of the book. The man took a chair and sat beside the old man. He opened the marked chapter. Not only he read but explained every single line. The man threw his hands on air as he explained him the rules and regulations of ‘ salah ’ that was written on the book. I continuousl