Wishes

We all have thousands of wishes. They pop in our hearts like popcorns being made. We wish on almost everything, a shooting star, eyelashes when its raining etc. But what do we do to make them come true, we are bound by inhibitions, those which aren't obvious but they stop us from attaining our goals.

Life is short, there is so much limited time. When we will get old we will look back to our unfulfilled wishes and sigh. Though none of us knows even if we would make it to tender old age or not. We dont know anything what gonna happen tomorrow, but yes we know what we want from life.

So do it! Take that plunge you always wanted to. Say it to the loved one how much you care for them. Visit your dream place that you have dreamt of going but didn't had time off from work. Go buy that dress you always wanted to wear. So that when you get old you don't need to sigh, you just have a satisfied smile on your face that you followed your heart. Results do not matter, what matters is that you finally did it.


Rabea Kamran

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I bath in the rain of divine love, each drop of wajdan washes away the impurities of sins. Let me dissolve myself in these little drops, let me melt away like salt. Let this rain take my soul's chains. Oh God please help me get rid of these demons of mine that claw in my flesh, that feed on the steams of raging blood flowing in my veins. My heart has become so feeble, its cries of tauhid have been overshadowed by the loud, vicious sounds of my nafs. Oh God let me drown this nafs of mine in the ocean of your love.


kaiye sassiyan thala wich rulian
kaiye ranjhe jogi howe


 The search of love starts from you and ends on you, the true form of love, the true ecstasy. Dont wake me up, let me drown in this love. The only way to purify my soul and body is this little drop of love, let me dissolve in it. Am so tired of walking in this desert of sin bare feet, let me quench my thirst and be lost in it like vapours...

The Story Of Success

“Success” the one thing which made the whole world crazy and it keeps getting hard to get. How many have perished in the pursuit of this seven letter thing.

The goal to which we channel all our energies and abilities. The story of success is hard and unforgiving but ,

What we don’t realize is that success itself calls out to us, everyday, five times a day and we pay no attention to it.

"Haye-Ya-lal-falah"

The Story Of Life and Giving Birth

Life is a risky thing, especially when its not your own that is in your hands. When you know that after God its you who stands between the death and life of your patient. You fight death, utilize all your capabilities, you strive hard to win the furious battle. You hold on to life with the edges of your fingers, even when you know it not yours.


I got a chance to assist my senior doctor in a C-Section commonly known as cesarean. Its fascinating when you bring a new baby to the world from it's mother's womb. That little thing twists and cries in your arms. The adrenaline rush that you feel when you secure the bleeding and the satisfaction that you get when you see the mother nursing her new born child that you just delivered.


I have learned that life is really really short, its delicate, it's fragile and it's priceless. Yes, it is hard, sometimes cruel, it has sorrows, pains and cries but i have seen it end in smiles and peace. Believe me those pains never last long they always end when the hope emerges and fills you completely with peace and inner satisfaction. Yes, you do have scars which remain forever, but they are your medals of passing through the tough times. Don't be upset when you look back at past, Stop the past from haunting you, make it your strength and tell yourself "I got through this, i am strong  and i deserve to be happy" 


Being a final year medical student now, am bombarded with seminars, assignments and ward duties and i have learned a lot during these days and i feel more then proud on being a doctor then i ever did.

A Little Thought

This is another share that was worth sharing...


Pencil: I'm sorry

Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.


Pencil: I'm sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.


Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.


I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational.


Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. They're always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way, they get hurt, and become smaller / older, and eventually pass on. Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.


All my life, I've been the pencil. And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day. For I know that one day, all that I'm left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have.

The Dying Flame Of Belief

The Flame of Belief which once burned pure and 
divine, now attacked by the winds of uncertainty. The impurity so strong that it tries to put out the flame of believe which was the essence of existence. The phoenix inside me refuses to re-incarnate again, its a cruel world and the pain inflicted is too much to bear.

The merciless winds of pain, misery and injustice dance around me, trying to turn cold the fire of passion which burns in my heart.

I let the flames consume my existence to keep it glowing, making sure the these flames only burn out with my end. Making sure that my ashes smolder with peace forever.

© Rabea Kamran