A small touching story mainly for professionals...

A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his
 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.




 SON: "Daddy, may I ask you a question?"


 DAD: "Yeah sure, what is it?" replied the man.



 SON: "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"


 DAD: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?"

 the man said angrily.


 SON: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an

 hour?"


 DAD: "If you must know, I make Rs.100 an hour."


 SON: "Oh," the little boy replied, with his head down.



 SON: "Daddy, may I please borrow Rs.50?"







 The father was furious, "If the only reason you asked that is so you

 can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then
 you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about

 why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this
 childish behavior."



 The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.


 The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little

 boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some
 money?


 After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to

 think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that
 Rs.50 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to

 the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.



 "Are you asleep, son?" He asked.



 "No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.


 "I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier" said the

 man.


 "It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you.. Here's the

 Rs.50 you asked for."


 The little boy sat straight up, smiling. "Oh, thank you daddy!" He

 yelled.


 Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.
 The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry

 again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up
 at his father.



 "Why do you want more money if you already have some?" the father
 grumbled.



 "Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied.


 "Daddy, I have Rs.100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?



 Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with
 you."



 The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he
 begged for his forgiveness.



 It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We
 should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some

 time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.


 Do remember to share that Rs.100 worth of your time with someone you love.


 If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily
 replace us in a matter of days.

 But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the
 rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more
 into work than to our family.

Namaz

- For Prophet Ibrahim (as):

 [Ibrahim said:] "My Lord! Make me and my descendants people who establish salat. My Lord! Accept my prayer." (Surah Ibrahim, 40)

 - For Prophet Isma'il (as):

 Mention Isma'il in the Book. He was true to his promise and was a messenger and a prophet. He used to command his people to do salat and give the alms and he was pleasing to his Lord. (Surah Maryam, 54-55)

 - For Prophet Musa (as):

 I am Allah. There is no god but Me, so important worship Me and establish salat to remember Me. (Surah Ta Ha, 14)

 - For Prophet Isa (as):

 He said: "I am the servant of Allah, He has given me the Book and made me a prophet. He has made me blessed wherever I am and directed me to do salat and give the alms as long as I live." (Surah Maryam, 30-31)

 - Maryam, depicted as a important role for all women, was also commanded to establish salat:

 Maryam, obey your Lord and prostrate and bow with those who bow. (Surah al 'Imran, 43)

 At what times has the salat been made obligatory?

 In the Qur'an it is revealed that the times of the salat have been set out for believers as a religious observance:

 When you have finished salat remember Allah standing, sitting and lying on your sides. When you are safe again do salat in the normal way. The salat is prescribed for the believers at specific times. (Surat an-Nisa', 103)

 The timings of the salat are "dawn," "noon," "afternoon," "evening," and "late evening." The salat timings are clearly set out in several verses of the Qur'an. Some of these verses read:

 So be steadfast in the face of what they say and glorify your Lord with praise before the rising of the Sun and before its setting. And glorify Him during part of the night and at both ends of the day, so that hopefully you will be pleased. (Surah Ta Ha, 130)

 So glory be to Allah when you start the night and when you greet the day. Praise be to Him in the heavens and the Earth, in the afternoon and when you reach midday. (Surat ar-Rum, 17-18)

Dua

AJ Dua Hai Us Khaliq -e- Kainat Se K ap ki Sari Mushkilat Door karay Dua Ha Us “GHAFOOR Ur RAHEEM” Se ap ko sehat ata karay Dua Ha Us “RAB-UL-IZZAT”Se K apki Hifazat Karey Dua Ha Us”GHANI”Se K apko Her Darja Nawaaz De Dua Ha Us”MALIK-E-KAINAT” Se K apko Her”KHUSHI”Se Nawaz De. Ameen

SUBAH bkhai

"SUBAH bkhair" AS SALAM ALYKUM "Momin Ki Misaal Tarazu K Palray Jesi Hy"

 "Jis Qadar Us K Eemaan Me Ezaafa Hota Hy,

 Utni He UsKi Aazmaish Barhti Hy..."

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Ramzan in Pakistan

My narration below traces back to a recentIftar/dinner conversation with a non-Muslim, non-Pakistani friend. She wanted to know how I would spend atypical Ramzanday in Pakistan. Innocent question, but one that took me on a delightful, and extremely nostalgic, trip down memory lane since I have spent the last 13 Ramzans outside Pakistan.

Simply narrating a typical Ramzan day during high school made me realize what all I have missed for so long now. I narrate here what I told her because I think a few readers may find it interesting, or nostalgic. Most will find it rather ordinary. Maybe that is the point: I really miss the Ramzan in Pakistan.

I would typically wake up with only about 30 minutes left for theSehri. Damn it. I could never wake up to an alarm clock (still can not) so my mom always had to give me those gentle shoulder nudges that persisted, and came in rapid succession when I would not respond quickly. Us four siblings would form a short queue to brush our teeth before joining the dining table.

The dining table would be all set before the crack of dawn, as though it was just another meal in the middle of the day. How did my mom ever get up so early to have everything prepared in advance? Us siblings preferred fried eggs and malai with paratha, while my father preferred a savory dinner-like meal. We would all eat together, drink our tea, and watch the TV playing in the background.

PTV played plenty of Hamd and Naat during the Sehri transmission. I remember Qari Waheed Zafir Qasmi, Khurshid Ahmad,Umme Habiba, Saeed Hashmi, Siddiq Ismail and others. PTV also played lectures on Quran but I think it was typically before I would get up. Now, I am told, it is Liaqat Ali all over Geo at Sehri and Iftar, but Qari Waheed Zafar was the voice that spelled the Ramzan TV transmissions then, including this naat:

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With a few minutes left to the Fajr Azaan, my mom would make us all brush our teeth again. Then we would sit in the living room and listen to the Azaans coming via loudspeakers from the four different mosques that existed at walking distance from my home. They all blended into each other but still somehow sounded good. We would pray at home and congregate in front of the TV again. PTV usually showed a Qawwali on TV post Sehri, and we would all watch it together. This is how I became a fan of the Sabri Brothers, and their legendary â€œTajdaar-e-Haram”. We really were the children of the 90’s, no? I am told my mother and brother now have cell phones with FM tuners, and they listen to Naats on their mobile phones!

School bus would arrive and we would pack in. But even the bus rides to school were somewhat special during Ramzan. I often carried atasbeeh (string of beads) with me to continue to pray and avoid the usual political ruckus of finding the best seat on the bus. Our bus-driver, who himself was a Christian and would otherwise put on loud Indian music, would also either stay quiet or play Qawwalis on the bus stereo.

School was the same, but with all of us slower than usual – the lunch breaks were weird: Not only was there no going to the canteen, but all in all it felt like we had 15 minutes in the day with simply nothing to do. The best conversations were around the TV ads related to Eid sales or khusspussi on who was and wasn’t fasting. I am sure many of you will remember TV ads with a squeaky woman’s voice announcing â€œBilli markaa agar-batti bananey waalon kee taraf sey aap sab ko dilee Eid Mubarak”.I always stayed back after school to play football. That never stopped even during the terrible heat of summer Ramzan. We would play for at least an hour or so – in our school uniforms that almost always had patches stitched on where knees had been scratched and bloodied before. Cleats, we didn’t know what they were? We were lucky if we had rubber tennis shoes and not justBata/Service black shoes to play in.

There was obviously no family lunch to come back to home for…but there was lure of a precious cold shower and qailoola (afternoon nap). Ammee would wake me up for Asr prayers and I would quickly run off afterwards to join the mohalla cricket soiree. That was my gang, my pals. We played every evening on the street but Ramzan meant more distractions in the form of fruit-carts and people on cars and bikes trying to make it home before Iftaar. I have this funny image in my memory where I was the wicket keeper continuously moving the empty chair (wicket) out of the way for every passing car. Half of us changed into jeans for the game, but the other half felt more sporty in the shalwar kameez and chappals. I know I was seen playing cricket in that attire more often in Ramzan than otherwise.

Ten fifteen minutes before Iftaarwe would all hurry home whether the game was over or not. Imagine the yummy smells of frying samosay, pakoray, andnamkeen dahee barayentering the nostrils of all of us who had been fasting all day, and were attempting to concentrate on the fast ball for that attempt to hit a sixer into the yard of the school at the end of the street (whose wall was the designated boundary).

Iftaar, I believe, is a feast in everyone’s home no matter how much they earn. It is at least a feast in the eyes and mind of every fasting person. Ammee would cook up a storm that could only be justified by assuming it was a source of pride, joy, and strength for her.

We wouldn’t have Iftaar on the dining table. Somehow we had developed a ritual of spreading the Iftar food on a chaadar, or old newspapers, in the middle of the living room and sitting around it. Sitting on the ground, with all the food before us, and waiting patiently for the Azaan brought us closer to each other as a family than a table with six chairs could. My favorite item was the sherbat of the day: it varied between Rooh Afza, Naurus, Lassi, or finely chopped melon in ice water. That last variety I recently got to taste in the form of agua fresca at a Mexican restaurant. The food spread had the usual dates, pakoray and associated accessories, but the specialty was always the fruit salad and the chohlay kee chaat.

We ate lots at Iftaar so dinner had to wait until quite a while after theMaghrib prayers and the Iftaar. In fact dinner was served, and continues to be served, after the Ishaa prayers for which we joined the congregation in the mosque. Even the mosque had a strange smell of fried pakoray mixed in with Itr (fragrance) during Ramzan.

The time between Maghrib and Ishaa was family TV time, with the8:00pm drama serial occupying everyone’s attention. I somehow remember Ishaa prayers always coinciding with the boringKhabarnama at 9:00 but I am sure it is an aberration in my mind.

During the last ten days of Ramzanwe would go back to the mosque for the Shabeena. This is when the congregation tried to hear recitation of the entireQuran in a few nights of prayers. While I always suffered in school the next day, I have such sweet memories of standing in the open-air (Shabeena was offered on the rooftop of our non-air conditioned mosque) and listening to Qir’at(recitation) of the Quran. At the last shabeena prayer mithaaiwould be distributed, and earning those two laddoos truly felt like a huge accomplishment.

The last ten fifteen days of Ramzan was also when Eid shopping would become a part of the routine. Now that I think about it, I don’t think I really studied much in Ramzan. There was always so much to do, and so much fun to have. Between Iftaar parties, Eid shopping,Shabeena prayers, and staying up to watch the direct telecast prayers from Mecca, we really didn’t have much time left in the evenings which was my usual study time.

Eid shopping was really only for the women in the family, but us guys always got dragged out with them. That said, Eid shopping was fun: it meant being stuck in traffic on Tariq Road in Karachi with songs blaring from each set of four wheels, qulfi falooda at Sunshine Sweets, lots of amrood, jaman or faalsey from street vendors if it was the season, and plenty of time in brightly lit and 100 degree rooms filled with clothing.

Now when I look back, I remember each day in Ramzan as a small festival of sorts. When the end of Ramzan came closer we would feel the pain of parting. We would cry at the Juma’tul widaa prayers and then again on the night of the 27^th of Ramzan, and could feel the sadness that it was coming to an end. Yes, our feelings were religiously motivated, but I believe they were also communal. Ramzans have come and gone in the past 13 years, but it has not felt the same. Why? Did religious intensity not transport itself with me when I traveled outside of Pakistan? Maybe only the outwardly expressions of feelings have been muted.

Regardless, I miss Ramzan in Pakistan. But I still look forward toRamzan every year.

(This post was originally published at ATP a few years ago and is being now re-posted.)

Ramzan Ki Fazeelat