Heavenly Muse

Where is my knife? You know I can’t use any other thing for cutting these vegetables. My mother would shout like this whenever she could not be able to find an old knife (that more looked like a dagger) while working in kitchen.Infact that knife has a complete history. My mother used to say that that knife was a production of her grandfather (maternal) ‘s genius mind, when he was in Kenya .My mother would add more spice to her narration by saying that he used to build home with wood and live near a wild forest for gathering timber. During His stay, he made this knife for himself and then it handed down in mother 's family.My mother eventually had this Family monument. We got so amazed by listening this story as it was astonishing for us ‘’The journey of a knife from Kenya to Pakistan. Then my mother had another antique dresser ( a sort of) which has an embellished and emotional history. My mother was very dear to her grandfather (paternal).She spent her childhood in his company...

It is a general course of life that one keeps learning and changing one’s personality with the passage of time. Times changes, personality changes and so the behavior .I used to think that it would happen to me as well. And this natural embracing of mature ways of life keeps me safe from making same mistake again and again .It will bring gravity and sagacity to my personality and I would no longer be the same old bewildered Arooj who would want to express herself but then would hold her words aback with a wish that the listener might understand her silent pain. I still remember that after my fist week of school, my teacher said to me mother, ‘your daughter never weeps loudly, and she just sat and heaves sighs .that is something very uncommon in the children of this age. My mother did not believe as I was very bold child at home. Very confident and brave one. But it started happening in the later years of my childhood. I would speak alot,would share my bookish knowledge with...

A few days back i came to know that one my middle school class fellow just completed her MBBS.the girl who gave me this news was expecting a quite melancholic response from my side.The fact is that i myself felt a bit soreness in my throat after getting this apparently casual news.The girl who just passed her MBBS.(bachelor in medicine) used to be my best friend in 8th class.But this friendship lasted only for few months.i was outstanding in academic activities and co-curricular activities as well.one day she came to me and said;''Arooj why don't you leave first position for me in coming exam''.I got shocked and ;''why?''She said;''you are already famous for debated and other co-curricular activities to just allow me to show myself in this single field of studies so don't make good diagrams in the paper of science so that you wont get highest marks''.Well this single event created a long distance between us and both opted differen...

Sometimes relationship gets complex. You must be saying that what’s new about this very fact I m having right now, as the matter of fact I am not going to deal with any heavy philosophy. I am here just to share my observation about a very strong blood relationship as: relation of a father with his son. Whom else a father could love more than his son? A son: who shows his blood line, and who will keep alive his name. And who will give him a supporting and caring hand in his old age. The same causes of being in love we can find out at son’s side. Father; the symbol of affection, love, care,and what not. This is a kind of relationship that is considered unbreakable. But still I observe that this very strong relationship remains victim of rude attitude, indifferent behavior and anger showed from both sides. Being a concerned person (specially being a sister and daughter as well) I tried a lot to dissect this issue so that I could reveal the underneath problem. At first place I ponder...

For every reader the climax of the story is the most interesting phase. This very point always remains surrounded by bulk of conflicts and burning problems, still we feel attracted ourselves towards climax. Apparently it shows that man feels conformable among challenges, but reality is something else. We want climax to get appeared because we want things to get settled. We want them to arrange themselves in rather smooth manner. We always expect that after this climax, all conflicts will be removed, problems will be solved, controversies will be erased, and exactly in the same way we want them to. But, is it really happen with the climax of life? I should have rather asked whether there exists any climax in life or not. in this real drama of life ,one can never be able to get stuck with a single climax and hope of the swaying peace afterwords, as life is an amalgam of climaxes .It deals with one conflict and keeps ready to offer another. When I was a child, I was told that after ...

I am naive! Responsibility, tensions, worries, and problems, this all stuff meant to handled by one solo hand; my lonely self. We come to this world as innocent soul having such a delicate weak structure. Someone teaches us to walk. Then someone teaches us to speak and so on .we are taught to live in this realm of challenges .And when it is felt that now we are trained (I wanted to use the word tame but it doesn’t suit human beings’ greatness);the helping hands just draw themselves away and leave us alone. Here come the tides of responsibilities that transformed themselves in daily worries and gradually become constant tensions. And then problems start surrounding a just trained player of life and entangled him/her within complexities of the world around. In this situation, a brave heart keeps on facing the difficulties of life. But a coward like me hides the face behind her hands and declares, ‘’ I am still naïve’’