Solace
Rozaiba March 29, 2004
#26 Posted by johnny_bravvo on April 2, 2004 6:52:47 am
Whenever i need a good hearty laugh.....i read MBZI....
*roars of laughter*
*roars of laughter*
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#25 Posted by M.B.Z.Isphahani on April 2, 2004 12:46:21 am
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#24 Posted by M.B.Z.Isphahani on April 1, 2004 5:18:29 pm
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#23 Posted by Ras on March 31, 2004 8:38:51 pm
I really liked this one Rozaiba.
But....
``She even has a prayer for the Pakistan cricket team!
“Offer this prayer when you go watch the match.” And she recites it to me.``
was right on the money especially tonight with the innings defeat looming.
Someone sure forgot about their prayers....
Indians are about to break out the bubbly....
What the heck! I`ll join them!
Ras
#22 Posted by M.B.Z.Isphahani on March 31, 2004 5:34:32 am
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#21 Posted by johnny_bravvo on March 31, 2004 5:34:31 am
Well written!
..and there is solace in prayer....i`ve always found it...and that is a personal opinion...so dont start bashing me on that point if any of you dont agree.
And rozaiba...dont ponder too much on MBZIXYZblahblahblahs posts...Ive seen enough of them to reach the conclusion that he is an old man whose lost his mind...alzheimer,s or parkinsons i suppose...tsk tsk...he needs solace(prayer would be the correct place since his legs are in the proverbial grave)..:-D
TC..
..and there is solace in prayer....i`ve always found it...and that is a personal opinion...so dont start bashing me on that point if any of you dont agree.
And rozaiba...dont ponder too much on MBZIXYZblahblahblahs posts...Ive seen enough of them to reach the conclusion that he is an old man whose lost his mind...alzheimer,s or parkinsons i suppose...tsk tsk...he needs solace(prayer would be the correct place since his legs are in the proverbial grave)..:-D
TC..
#20 Posted by echoboom on March 30, 2004 8:11:09 pm
Rozaiba:
A good narration. It is such cultural backdrops which lends authenticity and value to such writings. This is the kind of stuff which should become part of english language texts in our schools rather than the alienish and slave-driver garbage being rammed down the throats of the unwitting innocents.
A good narration. It is such cultural backdrops which lends authenticity and value to such writings. This is the kind of stuff which should become part of english language texts in our schools rather than the alienish and slave-driver garbage being rammed down the throats of the unwitting innocents.
#19 Posted by Urstruly on March 30, 2004 12:18:24 pm
Rozaiba: That story reminded me of two things.
One of these two is the sore ears; my parents for some strange reason hated my ears and tried their best to pull them out of my sides throughout mychildhhod, adolescent, and teenage years. They stopped as I started standing on my own feet. or may be I had become the disciplined and prudent son that they always wanted - it is hard to tell. I was a chain smoker as long as dad was giving me the pocket money but I quit smoking as soon as I started working.
The second thing it reminds me of is a story by Ashfaq Ahmad, where he narrates a village life in the pre-Partition days. He describes how the son of village moulvi sahib brought a phonogram from the city, to the village. But to be safe from his father`s anger on this device of devil he played Quranic recitation from an Arabian sheikh in the chopaal; everybody liked it but the next day when a Quranic recitation in a female voice (probably by Umm-e-Kalsum) was played it became hard to find a place even to stand in the chopaal.
One of these two is the sore ears; my parents for some strange reason hated my ears and tried their best to pull them out of my sides throughout mychildhhod, adolescent, and teenage years. They stopped as I started standing on my own feet. or may be I had become the disciplined and prudent son that they always wanted - it is hard to tell. I was a chain smoker as long as dad was giving me the pocket money but I quit smoking as soon as I started working.
The second thing it reminds me of is a story by Ashfaq Ahmad, where he narrates a village life in the pre-Partition days. He describes how the son of village moulvi sahib brought a phonogram from the city, to the village. But to be safe from his father`s anger on this device of devil he played Quranic recitation from an Arabian sheikh in the chopaal; everybody liked it but the next day when a Quranic recitation in a female voice (probably by Umm-e-Kalsum) was played it became hard to find a place even to stand in the chopaal.
#17 Posted by ahsanshamim on March 30, 2004 6:37:09 am
Your mother and Rabia both were right in the first place. and to conclude the thing with a positive note, would you tell us where the sadqa has gone anyway?-:) We all need such mothers and Rabias in our lives.
overall, good stuff.
Ahsan
overall, good stuff.
Ahsan
#16 Posted by ahsanshamim on March 30, 2004 6:37:09 am
Your mother and Rabia both were right in the first place. and to conclude the thing with a positive note, would you tell us where the sadqa has gone anyway?-:) We all need such mothers and Rabias in our lives.
overall, good stuff.
Ahsan
overall, good stuff.
Ahsan
#15 Posted by fara on March 30, 2004 6:37:09 am
rozaiba:
loved the descriptions you`ve used in the story. there were however a few typos which the editors have overlooked.
loved the descriptions you`ve used in the story. there were however a few typos which the editors have overlooked.
#14 Posted by heavenly on March 30, 2004 6:37:09 am
Well Its about time you realised the power of prayer my friend.
Hope this accident makes you devoted. (To pryayer that is).
Hope this accident makes you devoted. (To pryayer that is).
#13 Posted by badtameez on March 30, 2004 6:37:09 am
aloo ka parathas for breakfast? what wa ay to start your day. no wonder the day ended in an accident and abba ji`s phainti...
#12 Posted by humairshah on March 30, 2004 1:16:16 am
it is nice one...
it was a common story of winning others in price of ourself.
aur haan. there is solace in prayers the true solace
it was a common story of winning others in price of ourself.
aur haan. there is solace in prayers the true solace
#11 Posted by ZahraJ on March 29, 2004 9:49:24 pm
Rozaiba,
That was very sweet.
So, did you give the sadqa ?
That was very sweet.
So, did you give the sadqa ?
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