Syed Abdullah Tariq

It has often been contemplated that the deepest emotions are not meant to remain confined. They extend outward in ripples, influencing everything and everyone in ways beyond anticipation. The following words attempt to capture this phenomenon—a reflection on how a singular and focused love can transform the world around it. People shall see and experience the derivative of my love for my Beloved, upon them. They shall understand what they know not through peace, calm, and cool warmth-my uncontainable compassion that will reflect upon them. These are emotions that will render them powerless, and yet will give them strength and confidence within an infinite pool of contemplation, perpetual effort, and awakened consciousness. These are emotions that extend much beyond the physical construct of life, transform the spiritual being, and beautify existence. 

If you correct your children excessively – especially at their slightest mistakes – they will become conditioned to notice and grow irritated by mistakes of that magnitude in everyone, including, and often most intensely, you. If you correct mistakes in your children that you also make, but let your own slide with the justification, 'I'm your father,' or 'I'm older,' they will learn that it's not acceptable to make mistakes unless you hold a certain age or role. This teaches them that some positions are subject to persecution, while others hold the power of the persecutor. Consequently, when they grow up, they are likely to give their own children a hard time, while freely repeating those same mistakes without self-reproach.

The more you grow and understand, the more you realise that nothing matters as you thought it would. The good physique and toned muscles don't make feel all that confident. The classy dresses and the fine fabrics don't give the comfort you seek for. The beautiful face and the charming personality don't get people to value you. The expensive experiences and extravagances don't add meaning to life nor does it bestow satisfaction that you hoped it would. Being center of attraction and a fan following doesn't bring close people that you find solace with. A big black car and matte black heavy motorcycle are nothing but a toy for the older boys. All toys that people get used to after playing with. The lavish house is nothing but just to provide you comfort enough that you look forward to coming back to it. People? The family that you will grow old to realise that they can't understand you. Friends; everyone will come to you to make you hear them. The people are but se...

  In older days, economists gave the idea of trickle down economy of the civilization. It was from the rich that money trickled down to the lower classes and the lowest classes received the least of this trickle. To better understand this, we can take a man from the middle economic section, who when comes around a lot of money, will buy lands that he will not utilize all for his residence but will employ those lands to get fruits, vegetables, grains and even get a pond dug to breed fishes. That will invite a lot of employment for the poor people who will maintain those. Also, he will from time to time have dinner parties in which he will invite a lot of people (richer people used to have more guests than the others.) These parties will also need buying of resources from the vendors around that shall see a surge in their sale. He shall also have drivers and cleaners for his automobiles and everyone around from the lower economic section are going to benefit from his wealth, whether ...

How can a man die better than facing fearful odds, for the plight of his people and the honor of his God. Adapted and improved from the poem "Horatius at the Bridge" by Lord Macaulay.

Being critical is a beautiful trait but only when it is complemented with the restrained hastiness in judgment. -Syed Abdullah Tariq

اگر یہ دنیا ایک خواب ہوتی   اور اس خواب میں آپ ہوتی   تو میں ایک مدت بس آپ کو دیکھتا رہتا   پھر ایک مدت تک سُنتا رہتا   اور ایک مدت تک آپ کی خوشبو لیتا   پھر ایک مدت چلتا آپ کے پیچھے   آپ کے پلّو کو تھام کے پھرتا رہتا   آپ کی ہر بات پر ہاں میں ہاں ملتا   آپ کے ہر کہنے کی اطاعت کرتا   آپ کو دیکھتے دیکھتے آہیں بھرتا   دیکھتا آپ کی ساحِر آنکھوں میں   کتنی مدت تک ڈوبا رہتا   دیکھتا آپ کے اییمی، آپ کے ہونٹ   آپ کے تبسّم پے پِگھلتا رہتا   دیکھتا آپ کے رُخسار، آپ کے کان، آپ کے بال   آپ کی زُلفوں کی چھاؤں میں گُم رہتا   آپ کی ہتھیلی اپنے ہاتھوں میں لے کر   آپ کے نشانِ انگشت گِنْتا رہتا   جتنی بھی مدت لگتی تھی اِن میں   ہر ایک مدت کے ہر لمحے میں   میں آپ سے محبّت کرتا رہتا   میں آپ کی اطاعت کرتا رہتا   اور میں... بہت خوش رہتا۔   لیکن یہ دنیا کوئی خواب نہیں ہے ...