Dreams - D.H. Lawrence

All people dream, but not equally.
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.

But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
And make them come true.

- D.H. Lawrence

Last Will - Hazarat Ali (AS)

Last Will - Hazarat Ali (AS)

After returning from the Battle of Siffin, Imam ‘Ali (a) gave certain pieces of advice to one of his sons. Some historians consider him to be Imam Hasan (a) while others are of the opinion that he was Muhammad al-Hanafiyya.

He wrote the letter in the form of a will. They deal with almost every aspect of life which goes a long way to make a man successful in life - brave, humane, generous, virtuous and pious.

These exhortations are from a father who realizes the morality of life, who is getting old, who has patiently borne reverses and calamities, who hates inordinate desires and has overcome them, and who is shortly going to pass out of this world, to his son who is young, who has the desire of leading the world to sober ways of thinking and better ways of life, a desire which is rather difficult to be achieved.

A son, who is mortal and is bound by nature to follow the steps of all mortals, is subject to ailments, is surrounded by misfortunes and calamities, has to face oppressions and tyrannies, has often to confront with and sometimes to tolerate hypocrisy, deceit, guile, duplicity and treason and who is to end his life in death, is to bear sufferings, is the heir to a person who is dead and gone and who finally ended his life as a martyr to the animosity of his enemies. (What a prophecy!)

This letter was written nearly 1400 year ago and is applicable and appropriate even nowadays.

Four Agreements - don Miguel Ruiz‏

Four Agreements‏

Based on the “The Four Agreements,” an international bestselling book by don Miguel Ruiz.

Maa kay naam.... ماں کے نام - رضا سرسوی

ماں کے نام 

رضا سرسوی

Mother, perhaps the most coveted gift of ALLAH ..

Maybe it's her eyes,
Such lovely eyes,
That see into the center
Of my Soul,
And, filled with faith,
Help lighten
All my burdens
With their caring;

Maybe it's her lips,
Such tender lips,
That kiss my tear-stained cheek
And heal my hurt,
That warmly smile
As we talk,
And I am strengthened
By their sharing;

Maybe it's her ears,
Such sensitive ears,
That hear beyond my voice
Into my heart,
And are never closed,
But always open
To my thoughts
And deepest needs;

Maybe it's her hands,
Such gentle hands,
That work and weather life
Without complaint,
That lovingly forever
Seem to bless
My mortal days
With kindly deeds;

Maybe it's all of these
And even so much more,
That make my own
Dear Mother
So easy to adore...

Without her, my world would come to an end.