Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came

Today, I felt myself in another world just for 7 minutes. There was no voice, no noise, and not another human being. There was only me with myself.

I have to take few weeks to recover from this incident. It is not at all a comic incident as most of the members expect from me but it is such kind of thing that I can never forget. I can never forget the fear, the helplessness, my consolation and then my prompt re-action.

Few days back, we had our routine training sessions regarding ‘Motivation and Time Management’. (They think that we would start working after these sessions). Like other organization, it is the usual practice here. 

I saw him few months ago. He was trying to eat a corn (sitta). I can't explain in words but his struggle to hold the corn in his elbows and to set it in the right direction to eat was really very frightening and pathetic. I felt my tears on my hands and I thanked Allah for such priceless gifts.

"If your father is a poor man, it is your fate but,
if your father-in-law is a poor man, it's your

Can a true practicing Muslim think to attack on anyone or on funeral? Who are these people? And what they want?

10: 15 am  

October 30, 2007

I got really very bored due to my dull and extremely busy and tense routine. I couldn’t be able to work wholeheartedly.