Like Really ?

Yes it kills me, its shuffles my soul, my tender bones and my muscles creep in pain. I feel that silently yet loudly. I see my Islam being forsaken I see my religion being taken I see it all Gone and withered I see you with no soul I see them all going whispers and chaos You don't even see the change. I feel it in my chest I feel it in my eyes It hurts, it aches  It is sabotaged From I don’t pray, to I don’t fast and from he is my prophet to there is no Allah. What are these transitions? Who has driven them? You close your eyes so often, that you don't even see your maker? He doesn’t need your prayers, it’s but you who need it. It hurts me, it aches  Its leaves me numb I am not a fundamentalist I don’t have to be  I am just a Soul I don’t know who you call " Me" I don’t know what’s my definition  I just know; I know am wrong if I don’t pray I know am wrong if I don’t believe I know am dead if I don’t feel Wh...

So let’s keep the convo open and let me make all of you feel self-assured on being who you are. Let say, we are half-conscious so much so that the only loud thing is the world outside us .All we see is what we want to see. And you say... “Are you living in oblivion”, “You crazy?" "Oh my God, I guess you had got yourself an official pardon of being this way? huhhhhh Let me say I accept that..I accept we are lost, I accept “Us". But what about you my dear? Are you really present? Are you not framed by this anonymous side within you? You call the world crazy and self-centered. And sometimes “silly" not realizing how awkward and condescending you may sound. Sometimes not even knowingly, you pass and say “C’mon, they don't even know what’s going around them" So completely dense and empty. We don't even relate to them. (Multiple Voices) I want to shout at times, crack my knuckles and breathe, un-breathe so hard and deep tha...

The story continues-Part-2 And Lets assume what these conventional minds (as in the Parents-Mom-Dad -ama-abba-abbu gee and meri maa -uski maa-unkay abbu and hamaray abbu) brood and play in  their recorder to us ; is even correct. Why is it so difficult to say ' yes ' . Isn't this too self-opinionated a system where what I think for my child is correct and what he; the boy (bechara') the poor soul who; am sure has certainly given a lot of time thinking and finally taken decision is WRONG '. I mean really , why this haye haww and hum tu barbaad hogaye wala Complex scene all the time. Am sure if i was a parent and I was to take such a decision I will definitely have a TALK and go about all my concerns and ensure he is safe and well-prepared for his future.And if he is not i will rather prepare him and give him whatever "add-on's he need to complete and climb this mount Everest jitni life. Its really upsetting that half or may be 99% of Asian parents...