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"Not able to adjust in the society - being a stranger"
I have recently conducted a survey about whether it's easy to adjust in the society or not. The answer to it is that it is not. There are many reasons. First, if you are finding it hard to adjust then it's because you are different than the rest of the people. It can be because of your philosophical or psychological difference. It includes your level of confidence too. Secondly, as a Muslim, we have to maintain a firm and pure character, but in order to blend in well, we are required to lower down or disengage our moral compass which is unacceptable for any pure soul. Thus, those who forsake and compromise on their character, they often tend to mix up easily. There can be many other reasons as well, but those two are the biggest ones being a great challenge for the Muslims of today who are trying to keep their faith and modesty intact. There was a time when the world was full of practical Muslims, it was so easy then to practice what your heart would say and not feel any guilt or strange feeling while being yourself. But today, it's quite the opposite. The Muslims who practice Deen are rare. They feel like strangers in the society. The society has compromised on its moral compass and is interested in materialistic affairs only. This article is just a summary of the study, there can be a complete and thorough discussion on each and every one of its aspects.
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حَدَّثَنَا عَبْدُ الرَّحْمَنِ بْنُ إِبْرَاهِيمَ، وَيَعْقُوبُ بْنُ حُمَيْدِ بْنِ كَاسِبٍ، وَسُوَيْدُ بْنُ سَعِيدٍ، قَالُوا حَدَّثَنَا مَرْوَانُ بْنُ مُعَاوِيَةَ الْفَزَارِيُّ، حَدَّثَنَا يَزِيدُ بْنُ كَيْسَانَ، عَنْ أَبِي حَازِمٍ، عَنْ أَبِي هُرَيْرَةَ، قَالَ قَالَ رَسُولُ اللَّهِ ـ صلى الله عليه وسلم ـ ‏ "‏بَدَأَ الإِسْلاَمُ غَرِيبًا وَسَيَعُودُ غَرِيبًا فَطُوبَى لِلْغُرَبَاءِ"‏‏.‏
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‏اگر تم مجھ سے کبھی کبھی نفرت نہ کرو۔ تو مجھ سے ہمیشہ محبت بھی نہیں کر سکتے۔
انسان اسی قسم کی الجھنوں کا مجموعہ ہے
سعادت حسن منٹو📖
The thing about grief is that it doesn't visit for only sleepovers. Once it arrives, it is there to stay for long, at times for weeks, at times for years and at times for our whole lives. You can't pluck it like an unwanted hair. It grows inside us like a tumor, or like an old tree that has spread roots in the ground. At times we are born with it but we can only recognize it when we see it on someone else, like shape of noses in our family. And I wish we didn't carry this sadness everywhere, like birthmarks. I hope everytime we meet friends, they would ask us to leave sadness at the gate, but they don't . It creeps inside even the seemingly happy moments. Everyone at the table would be laughing and for a second you would zone out. Focusing on an imaginary thing on the wall, but your mind will keep on reminding of a difficult memo, even when you are entertaining laughter on your lips for everyone. You would be singing songs with friends on rooftop of a restaurant in the mountains and suddenly you will keep on repeating the word love, under your breath, until it starts tasting like a medicine left on your tongue and your mouth will be full of bitterness and regret.. my love I want you to remember this moment for the rest of your life, where you are dancing in the car, completely oblivious of the traffic on road, and you have the infinite smile on your lips and no recollection of sadness. The thing is that unlike grief, happiness is too ephemeral and we have to remember it again and again to assure ourselves that no matter how hard it seems to imagine there was a moment, when we were only happy.

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تم حقیقت نہیں ہو حسرت ہو
جو ملے خواب میں وہ دولت ہو
میں تمہارے ہی دم سے زندہ ہوں
مر ہی جاؤں جو تم سے فرصت ہو
تم ہو خوشبو کے خواب کی خوشبو
اور اتنی ہی بے مروت ہو
تم ہو پہلو میں پر قرار نہیں
یعنی ایسا ہے جیسے فرقت ہو
تم ہو انگڑائی رنگ و نکہت کی
کیسے انگڑائی سے شکایت ہو
کس طرح چھوڑ دوں تمہیں جاناں
تم مری زندگی کی عادت ہو
کس لئے دیکھتی ہو آئینہ
تم تو خود سے بھی خوبصورت ہو
داستاں ختم ہونے والی ہے
تم مری آخری محبت ہو

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