Forgiveness: Friday Offering

“… They should rather pardon and overlook. Would you not love Allah to forgive you? Allah is Ever-Forgiving, Most Merciful.” (Qur’an, 24:22).”


Battle of the Soups

It is clear i am a different specie when the waiter gives me a choice between  Chicken and Coriander Soup and Spinach and Egg Soup, and whilst everybody else on the table opts for the safe chicken soup, i choose Spinach and Egg. And i am not even vegetarian.

Spinach and Egg Soup

On another tangent the waiter could not pronounce, “coriander” and he was unintentionally put on the spot when someone on the table corrected him ( unintentionally of course). However, in all this unintentional mess, i saw a slight change in the waiter’s expressions.

Why do i have such an urge to correct people’s pronunciations and grammar  Clearly, the waiter was not well-educated and probably he did not have the same exposure as the folks sitting on our table did.  Then why can’t we just sit and be polite?

No! I will never put some one on the spot unintentionally…  at least i hope so.

Blogger needs your help

Today i reach out to all my wonderful readers. This female janitor/maid in our office is keen to learn how to read and write in order to be able to help her young children study. Her children are currently enrolled in school and she feels that there is only so much assistance she can give to her children with respect to their education.


She wants to learn for her children. She wants to learn how to read and write and is willing to enroll in a school and take lessons.


Do any of you know of any effective adult literacy programmes in the city of Karachi?  Do you know of any non governmental organizations or schools that i can reach out for in this regard?


Your help would be dearly appreciated. God Bless.



First work blooper of the Year

Sending an official letter to important folks dated January 4th 2011 when it is infact January 4th 2012. *Sigh* Epic Fail.

Sapphirical’s 2011 in review

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog. And frankly by just writing 13 posts the past year, i have proven that i am definitely at  a turtle’s speed in the world of blogging. But then you know what they say, slow and steady, wins the race. :)

But what surprised me that people came to this blog to search for “inner peace”. Boy, the disappointment,  that must have brought across. *sigh*

And folks from eight countries in North and South America, five countries in Europe, five countries in Asia and Arabia, two countries from Oceania and five countries in Africa paid me a visit too. Thank you!! Thank you!! Thank you !! This is incredibly humbling.

This year i shall strive to blog more and hope that i don’t fail. :)

Love you all. :) And thanks wordpress for making my day.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Syndey Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 8,400 times in 2011. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 3 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report

The New is the Old.

So this is the new year.
And i don’t feel any different.
The clanking of crystal
Explosions off in the distance.

So this is the New Year
And I have no resolutions
For self assigned penance
For problems with easy solutions.

(Death Cab for Cutie.)

A few years back on every New Years Eve, despite the fact that I was in my room and under the blanket on my bed, trying to sleep amidst the deafening celebratory gun shots ( that made me realize how a war zone would sound like) I used to be very optimistic. Brimming with energy, hope and very stupid faith and certainty, I used to declare to nobody but myself, “I am so sure the coming year will be different. Something great will happen. Something special will happen. Surely, this will be the unforgettable year of my life and I will achieve many milestones.”

So terribly naïve of me.

Fast forward a few years and now on New Years Eve, as I lie under the blanket and listen to the various types of ammunition being shot in the air, I have no feelings- nothing. – nada- zilch. To be honest, it does not even feel like it is the new year. Nothing feels different. Yes, AlhamdulilAllah I have achieved many milestones along the way, but somehow nothing in life motivates me anymore. I am after all running after nothing. Money? Fame? Success? Love? Contentment? Happiness? Do I have any of these things?  Hell NO! But still I don’t aspire for anything.

Maybe I have become a zombie- insensitivised by the bomb attacks happening every other week, frustrated by the country’s politics, tired of the meaningless social gatherings, disappointed by people to such an extent that there are no expectations at all, secretly depressed by the nothingness of life and most importantly resigned to my fate- whatever it is and whatever it may be.

But I am not unhappy. Just at peace with my self, the world and those around me.

So happy new year folks. My expectation level for this year is actually pretty low so bring it on. Love,  peace and Light as they say. <3
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Ps. Keep me in your prayers.