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Power of Repentance

September 19, 2017 By Ayesha Marfani-Muslim Author 2 Comments

A Paper from the diary of the repenter:

How a boy found the secret to inner peace and struggled to become humanly human

One day while engrossed in the deep thoughts a rolling paper caught my eyes. What was the appealing feature of that paper while I see so many rolling under people’s feet everyday? It was the paper from someone’s diary.

I picked it up.

I wondered what the story would have been as the ending was so touching, but I was no detective that I would have reached the person and forced him to share his diary with the youth.

I was thinking of the ways to tell what I found, but the incomplete three lines would spur up the curiosity of the reader, and the message would lose its effect and depth. I got the idea. Yes, I am a children story writer so why not weave fiction story with a real ending.

Read the story.

Born in the privileged part of society, I Hamza was bred with the luxury and pride. In me, the element of arrogance was rooted. Humanly feelings such as the piety, forgiveness and humanly kindness were sheared on a daily basis, so I end being inhumanly human on planet Earth.

The humanly human would sometimes raise his head to be prominent, but I would ignore the cries. I was a great imitative learner and so was very fast in imitating the acts of the adults around me. Soon I was the byproduct of my environment, and in me, you could find

Hatred for lower class
Pride
Extravagance
Lust for the worldly items
In supportive attitude towards fellows
Selfishness
Hypocrisy

I was contented. I felt immune to the sufferings around me. I loved my power and influence over others. One day in the mid of the terrifying night; I saw two watery, big, sore eyes begging for the help. He wanted my support as he was injured badly in the mid of the deadly night.

The humanly human just won for some minutes in me, and I lifted him, gave him water and supported to the nearby hospital. He was happy as he knew that I would ask the doctor to treat him. He raised his hand to pray for me, and in the midst of his prayers, I was won again by the inhumanly human again and I thought what if I would be convicted of injuring him. I left him outside the hospital at the mercy of the time and shouted at him some ugly words.

Nothing changed in my life for the coming few days, but then after sometimes I would see the eyes of that boy now and again in my dreams and then the eyes of him would become mine.

The dream frequented so much that I started losing sight of worldly happiness and got depressed by each passing day. The misery inside me kept mounting, and I was left with no help, no hopes of feeling better.

The tranquillisers could not make the dream vanish, and I got weaker day by day.

My illness turned my parents towards the only last resort, “Allah.” They wanted to repent their ways for the health of mine. Their repented ways did nothing better to me.

The situation was hopeless one night, and I was sitting with a sharp knife to end my misery that the beginning verses of that boy echoed in my brain, “O Allah make him and his family repent his ways”…..but I didn’t let him continue.

How may I repent was the question in front of me?

I tried all the ways to bring me some peace. Every day I tried something new and wrote it in the diary. One day I was able to complete my diary as I got the secret to bring peace in my life.

I found that I watch my words and guard my actions always. I may never be the reason for tears in anyone’s eyes.

I found some words spoken and some measures taken without the consideration of what it does to the heart of others may one day do same to us.

I found that mending the broken hearts is what gives peace and breaking them is what destroys the peace.

Tales of Four Humanly Humans

May 12, 2017 By Ayesha Marfani-Muslim Author 29 Comments

We must show gratitude to those who help us. Read the tales of four ‘Humanly Humans’ that helped author Words Catcher in nurturing the author that existed inside.

My story:

When I found about the author inside me, I needed motivation and support to move forward. Some people supported me without anything in return. They just wanted to help. I named those people humanly human. I decided to show them my gratitude.

I thought the best thing I do is the creation of unique stories. Therefore I created short stories on these humanly humans whom I owe as long as I continue my work as a Words Catcher.

The story of the best blogger in Pakistan- Mustafa Ahmed Zai:

There was a young man who aspired to become an IT expert. He went to one of the best colleges in the city and entered the professional world hoping that he would dazzle the people around him by his expertise. He had great things to offer: genuine services, creative designs, and expert IT solutions.

People used the young man and cheated him. A hundred times he fell; vowing to himself that the pain is big enough, but every time he stood even stronger than before. His consistency, hard work, and positive attitude made him face the work related miseries with courage.

Days followed others, and his efforts gleamed attracting many clients towards him. He became famous and became the best blogger of Pakistan.

You can know more about him on his website http://www.stcnetwork.org/. You can meet him in his office between his laptop and many internet devices. You may also see a bunch of students hanging around to seek inspiration from this young entrepreneur.

CEO of STC network Mustafa Ahmed Zai designed a website for me. He did a fantastic job. He gave me all follow-up services and tips without anything in return

You can get direct access to Mustafa on his Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/mybloggertricks.

The story of a pleasant writer and blogger-Carrie Aulenbacher:

I met her when she commented on my initial piece of writing on LinkedIn. I found that this lady always answered the woes of people who needed help and guidance.

I sent my manuscripts to her, and her motivational and encouraging replies made me believe in the writer I had tamed inside me for years. I asked her for help, and she offered me the help immediately. This amazed me, and I asked her why she is helping a diverse and unknown writer. Her replied made my day. She said, “I just want to be a light and encourage as that is when my spirit feels best. It’s no fun to smile alone, but to share a smile together!”

So I believed that she has a little girl inside her who is hungry for stories. She notices small details and asks me fondly about differences among us. Her words have encouraged me, and I will owe each of my success in my life to her. Just as the pain did wonders to the author inside me, her words did the wonders to the author outside me.

You can follow her on her blog https://www.carrieaulenbacher.com/.

Believe me; she never says ‘no’ on the call for help. The difference in her helping attitude is she helps for the sake of helping and to make others feel good.

The story of an inborn illustrator-Marium Ayub:

Something about her made me attend her to her speech even though I was in great tension that day. I left all my activities to listen to her being thankful for all things and talking about her clients. She was a graphic designer. She told how she survived after the death of her father because of her skills. I was nowhere near writing at that time.

I met her twice, and third time I asked her for her contact. She willingly gave me her phone number and email address.

She is cool, and her art is great. I don’t know what attracted me most; her down to earth nature, easy-going manner or her art.

She helped me admirably in getting a domain name and amazingly at the lowest rate possible. She helped me develop confidence in my stories, and she provided me with the illustrations at the rate no one ever would have.

She granted me favors and apologized on being late and I reminded myself on her delays, “She is doing her 20^th favor.” Unfortunately, she keeps her page private, or I would have arranged a virtual meet up with her.

The story of a selfless beta reader –William Mc Cullogh:

I met him through LinkedIn. He offered me beta reading, critiquing and other services free of cost. The best thig about him was his instant replies. You mail him one day, and he returns your task by the next day, he had excellent grip on the language, and his guidelines made me improve my work. You can find him on LinkedIn by clicking https://www.linkedin.com/in/william-mccullough-b09b7934/

Your story:

You might think why you all have to read about these people. It’s because I want you to know that ‘Humanly Humans’ exist in this world. They make you believe in the goodness of humanity. I want to thank you all for being there with me.

I know these stories are not the exact reward of their selflessness yet I needed to show my gratitude. Prayers for here and hereafter.

You have this exciting opportunity to show gratitude to those people who have helped you in the comment box.

Vicarious readers can enjoy the video of this post.

Small Actions-Big Reactions

April 13, 2017 By Ayesha Marfani-Muslim Author 2 Comments

Small actions-Big reactions

We are the people of words not of conduct. We ignore the ignited way of Prophet Muhammad in every aspect because things seem tough to us. Prophet Muhammad’s way was the way of conduct, and this was the reason that we can hear the Azan in every corner of the universe. His period of transformation lasted 23 years which are very less to revolutionize the thought process, the economy, the culture, the social life, and faith yet, his conduct made an everlasting impact on everyone he met, and he revolutionized the world.

Even today some Muhammadis’ follow the path and become the inspiration for us. An inspirational story happened recently. This story took place in a small society of a mega city. The society will forever cherish its luck; as the disbeliever roaming in the streets turned towards Allah with his belief stronger than that of mountains.

It is a story of a sweeper named Lakshman who was a non-believer. Lakshman banged doors every day drenched in thirst. He asked for cold water. Cold water is a great blessing as when I hear the Muazzin indicating the opening of fast; I feel nothing in life is more worthy than a glass of cold water. People sometimes ignored him, or sometimes gave him a glass full of tap water. Some made him wait as they searched for the abandoned glass somewhere in the corner to give him water.

An old lady in that society returned his call for water differently. Being a true admirer and follower of Prophet Muhammad, she made him sit and presented him a glass of Tang juice and then it became a custom. He banged the door; she gave the glass of tang. No one knew that such a little act of that lady could do wonders.

One day Lakshman came to the old lady’s door shouting, “Ammah, make me recite the Kalima. I love Muslims and Islam.”

Yes, a glass of Tang not only quenched his thirst but watered his soul with love of Islam. The lady was bewildered. She made the arrangement and took him to Mosque. Not only Lakshman but his wife and lovely kids also came into the fold of Islam.

His path was illuminated. He is now practicing Islam and loves his religion. The journey of Lakshman to Ahmad is food for thought for those people who neglect the small act of kindness and humanity. Ahmad is still sweeping the floors of the society with the same zest as ever as he needs to make his living, but now when his soul meets Allah, he will be among blessed ones.

For all those who want to spread Islam, be a real picture of it yourself and believe conduct will do it all. May Allah shower his blessings.

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