The Vision Blast

PAKISTAN's RICHEST MEN TOP 10

2011-06-21T15:38:00.000+05:00

1 - Mian Muhammad Mansha Yaha PakistanRanking: 1, Worth: £1.25b ($2.5billion), Industry: Businessman

2 - Asif Ali Zardari Pakistan
Ranking: 2, Worth: £900m ($1.8billion), Industry: Politics
3 - Sir Anwar Pervaiz UK
Ranking: 3, Worth: £750m ($1.5billion), Industry: Businessman

4- Nawaz Sharif & Shahbaz Sharif family Saudi Arabia/Pakistan
Ranking: 4, Worth: £700m ($1.4billion), Industry: Politics/Businessman

5 - Saddaruddin Hashwani Pakistan
Ranking: 5, Worth: £550m ($1.1billion), Industry: Businessman

6 - Nasir Schon & family U.A.E/Pakistan
Ranking: 6, (tied at 6) Worth: £500m ($1billion), Industry: Businessman

7 - Abdul Razzaq Yakoub & family U.A.E
Ranking: 6 (tied at 6), Worth: £500m ($1billion), Industry: Businessman

8 - Rafiq Habib & Rasheed Habib Pakistan
Ranking: 7, Worth: £450m ($900), Industry: Businessman

9 - Tariq Saigol & Nasim Saigol Pakistan
Ranking: 8, Worth: £425m ($850), Industry: Businessman

10 - Dewan Yousaf Farooqui Pakistan
Ranking: 9 (tied at 9), Worth: £400m ($800), Industry: Businessman

"MERA DIL KEHTA HAI" BY HASNI NAVEED AFRIDI ( Part 2 )

2011-06-20T16:30:00.000+05:00

Hasni Naveed Afridi

2011-06-20T16:12:00.000+05:00

PAKISTAN ZINDABAD

2010-12-17T22:43:00.001+05:00

For us, Pakistan is not a piece of land. It is the heart which pumps blood in our veins, it is the light which brightens our eyes. 'Pakistan Zindabad' is not a mere slogan, but a way of living.

PAKISTANI TUJHAY SALAAM

2010-12-17T14:09:00.000+05:00

Beauty of Nature

2010-12-12T18:38:00.000+05:00

Bird photography is one of the most challenging types of nature photography, but remains an incredibly popular hobby for many people. The subject is usually small, may not stay still, moves rapidly from branch to branch, sits in less than favourable lighting conditions and is extremely aware of an approaching photographer. Tricky! In this showcase I have collected 100 beautiful examples of bird photography, and a few tips to help you out.

Examples and Inspiration

Red Kite

The lost prey

Every day is sushi day…

A certain smile…

Totally in Love

Food for the Kids

This is love

Ruby-throated Hummingbird

Palestine Sunbird.

attack

Common Tern.

As white as snow

White-throated Kingfisher

Kingfisher

Splash

Sealed with a kiss

Bombycilla garrulus

Siesta

Flying puffin

"Fly away from my branch!!!"…

Pop-up Breakfast

Eyes left

Shaking

Kingfisher and Dragonfly

Thirsty

The spaghetti incident

Kingfisher landing

"Measurement of the horses" – which is greater

Feeding

Egyptian Vulture

collared dove

collared doves

Sparrows in flight

bird reflection

A Robin for New Year

Parrot escapee!!!

Baby bird

Freedom dove now home!

mandarin duck in full colour

Love Bird

Toucan bird

Mystery Bird Eating Oceanspray

Birds

Flightless birds

Birds

Humming bird

Love Bird at g’pa bill

Buffy Fish Owl

The Seven Year Itch

Dopo il tuffo

Silly Walk

Eurasian Curlew

BABY BIRD IN NEST

Welcome to the New Year!

A Bird in the Hand

Wings of gold

Thirsty birds at St Ives village green.

Who’s afraid of red, yellow and blue

Woodland Kingfisher

Bird Bath

Blue Song

green ON green

Buffalo Buffet

Seconds from disaster…

Birds of a feather..

Lady Bird

Indian Peafowl

See! I’m more than just a cottonball

Jonathan Livingston Seagull

stir-fried …

In Frozen Time

Birds’s Life!

Below Zero

Feed Me……!

Weapons

Reed Warbler.

Got a whole lot of Living to do…..

Three of a Kind

Ulula

Conversation

Vulgaris

Graceful Prinia.

We are The bird- Beatles

Food Fight!

Pekin Robin

Fulvous-faced Flycatcher Warbler

Hello world!

Within the Focus Point

robin redbreast

Under the wing

Taiwan Blue Magpie

Firecrest Superman

Bubo Lacteus

Allen’s Hummingbird

Firecrest

Bird on a fence

Black-winged stilt.

Loros

Tips & Resources for Bird Photography

Practice on Your Pet!

Home is where the heart is, and there’s certainly something to be said for starting out photographing your own pet. Granted, you’re unlikely to own a collection of exotic birds, but many animals offer similar challenges. It’s easy, risk-free, and you have all the time in the world to stalk around your house like a member of the feline paparazzi.

Let Nature Come to You

Keep your distance, stay still, and play the waiting game. If you’d rather practice in the comfort of your own garden, why not set up a bird feeder? You’ll know (more or less) exactly where to point your camera in advance, and it’s a simple way to get started with bird photography on your own turf.

Continuous Shutter

This one might go without saying, but using a continuous shutter is a great technique to practice when shooting a subject that’s liable to move quickly. Stock up on memory cards, and don’t be afraid to hold the shutter down for a few seconds when you’re close to getting that perfect bird shot.

If you have any hints and tips of your own, I’d love to read them in the comments.

BILAL (R.A) A Poem by Allama Iqbal

2010-11-08T17:09:00.000+05:00

SIDDIQUE (R.A) A poem by Allama Iqbal

2010-11-05T16:59:00.000+05:00

Dunya-e-Islam (A poem by Allama Iqbal)

2010-11-05T16:55:00.000+05:00

By Allama Iqbal

The Chained Freedom

2010-10-02T19:23:00.000+05:00

A true story from the lost book of forgotten history.

"Sughra, you have a visitor." A policewomen shouted through the iron gate.

She was laying on the bench. During her time in captivity, she had become frail, but still she was beautiful. Her skin glowing and her hairs as black as raven. In seven years, no one had visited her. The announcement of company left her thinking. At that very moment, an elegant personality appeared behind the bars. The policewomen helped her to get inside. She was tall, young and as stunning as "Sughra" her self. She introduced herself soon after she entered.

"Assalam-u-Alaikum. I am Shabnam Zia, Khalid Zia's daughter and have studied your case very well . I have just started my career as a lawyer, and wanted to undertake the most challenging case. I wish to bring everyone to justice, including the high-ranks. I am willing to provide you justice.

"disappointment is my middle name. You cannot do any thing about it. You are offering me something that does not exist, justice."Sughra replied coldly. This was not enough to hold back shabnam. she kept on talking until she had convinced sughra to tell her story. Sughra closed her eyes and rummaged through her mind back to the days of migration. a flashback of the last few days in India filmed in her mind and tears emerged in her eyes, rolling down her cheek.

"The seeds of partition were sown long for independence. My father was a prominent figure of Pakistan movement and often he discuss political matters with my elder sister, Samina and me. One Friday, my father entered the house screaming with zeal, "Pakistan is born today". Immediately he went upstairs, announcing the good news. We could feel his heart jumping with unexplainable joy. Meanwhile, our cook shouted from below, "Sir I'm going for Friday prayers". Soon afterwards, when we were having our lunch, someone arrived at the door and announced that the Mosque had been attacked by the Sikhs and they had claimed the lives of many including our cook's. This came as a blow to all of us. tears of pain stung in Samina's and my eyes. The obsessive voice of our father broke the silence as he odered all of us to hide in the store-room.in the back-yard. He closed the door from outside and went to seal the front gate. soon afterwards we heared the agonising screams of our father. I tried to open the door but Samina held me back. After what seemed like an eon of complete silence, Sameena managed to open the door with an iron rod. Outside, we saw nothing but slaughtered bodies of our servants and dear father. We sat near his body and cried out tears of pain, silently. then , Sameena acted as the elder figure and took me upstairs. there, she locked the door and made a decision about the future. later, it was decided that we would go to our uncle's house. "I think that we should take all our jewellery and cash with us", Samina suggested. The discussion ended with our cash and jewellery packed up in a bag and us ready to leave. We travelled by night to our uncle's house. He was planning to go to Lahore on the 20th of August, 1947.

I was unable to believe that I was going to leave my hometown, Delhi. Samina was extremely depressed and wanted to throw herself on her death bed, only to find solace in her grief. We walk through the barren lands on foot. For the first night we stayed near a well for a while. Samina sat down beside me, massaging the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger, Not an hour would have passed when a few Sikhs attacked our caravan, killing all the males and raping some of the females, including my sister. My uncle hide me behind a large stone when I came out, I saw Samina for the last time, standing at the brink of the well. After that all I remember is my self running forward to stop her from jumping off. Then my life changed forever, as I was left alone in this world, to suffer.
Some people did manage to escape, along with me. When we crossed the border to Pakistan, I climbed a dune and took a last look at India. Turning around, I faced the land of Pakistan. Though it was quite similar, something was new, which did not escape my eyes; a flag, standing with glory, flowing with the wind, announcing the birth of a new state. The newly formed governments were unable to deal with such large numbers of emigrants and violence that had broken out on both sides of the border.

In Pakistan, there were large-scale threats to the Hindus and the Sikhs who did not leave. The government tried its best to accommodate all the refugees; therefore, none Muslim minorities opted for Pakistan and decided to stay here. Some famous politician, including Sardar Naseem, whom i murdered, visited the refugees camps. Sardar Naseem, got me kidnapped and delivered to his house. He had planned to fulfill his sinful desires but I was not to be his victim. In my defence , I drove a knife in his chest, killing him at the spot.
When she had finished, tears were trickling out of her eyes. "don't cry!" Shabnab said, delicately. "Shabnam! You cannot imagine, I have been deceived by my own fate and this country also did not spare me . The Sikhs mudered my sister and father, Sughra tried to keep on but could not counter overwhelming feelings of her tears.

"Please, get a hold of yourself. You do not need to cry,"Shabnam tried to console her, being a kind hearted person. But she could not find anything that could possibly cheer up Sughra, so she he left her crying to herself.

Let the prosecution begin, the judge ordered. Immediately a prosecutor stood up and asked for permission for questioning Sughra. When it was granted he leaned towards her and asked,"Sughra, were you in your senses when you murdered Sardar Naseem Khan?"

"yes," Sughra replied firmly.

"that's all my lord! This woman has murdered an intellectual and famous politician of Pakistan, and a murder of a person is the murder of the whole humanity. Therefore, this woman should be hanged till death!" the prosecutor declared.

Suddenly, Sughra's blood rand cold. Her hair stood up on end and she could feel a large volume of adrenaline flushing through her veins. Just then, a female lawyer stood up before the prosecutor. She was none other than Shabnam.

"My lord! My worthy opponent is mentally torturing my client. I would like your permission to tell the truth as it is something still veiled", Shabnam replied to the prosecutor's declaration.

"Permission granted", the judge answered.

"My lord! The truth is that Mr. Sardar Naseem had tried to rape Sughra and in defence she murdered him. The post mortem reports states that their were signs of Sughra's nails on Sardar's chest. This reveals Sughra had no share in Sardar's evil intentions. My lord, I have also interviewed the kidnapper who is now in jail for a theft and he clearly states that Sardar Naseem had forced her into his house and in a locked room. This, he had also declared in the court. As far as I can see, these evidences prove Sughra's innocence", Shabnam defended Sughra.

"I object, you honour!" the prosecutor shouted.

"Objection overruled", the judge answered.

"My lord, my opponent is just trying to hinder justice. The truth is that this woman had migrated from Delhi to Pakistan; she had left everything she had", Shabnam now spoke in a loud voice, which kept on increasing amplitude, "My lord, this woman's sister was also raped by the Sikhs and she came to this land seeking safety but this country failed to provide even that! She is the daughter of M. Ibrahim Khan, who played a vital role in the Pakistan movement. She herself being well qualified, accompanied her father on various political events. Sardar Naseem on the other hand, always favoured united India. He used to blame the Quaid as the architect of the bloodiest migration along communal lines and my opponent is stating that this woman should be hanged to death as it was because of that we lost an important personality. She did the right thing, my lord, by murdering Sardar Naseem", she finished, breathing deeply.

After her speech, there was a spontaneous burst of applause. Everyone stood up and praised both Shabnam and Sughra.

" Oder,order!" the judge commanded, " the court will declare its judgement after three days, that is 16th of August, 1955. Until than, the court is dissmissed".

"After hearing and seeing akk the evidences, this court has come to the conclusion, according to the laws, set by the government, that Sughra is innocent. She is free to live and practice her duties as a Pakistani citizen, also the court apologieses for her time in jail. also she is free to say anythingshe would like to, here in everyone's presence", the judge declared his judgement on 16th of August,1955. As announced before. A sense of peace settled over her heart as she listened to the words that flew out of the judge's mouth. Now, it was her time to speak. She started, "I,only want to say that this Pakistan is not ideological state, which the Quaid had wanted it to be. We will have work hard to make this land as likely as the Quaid's vision. He had stated, "My guiding principle will be "justice" and "complete impatiality, and I am sure that with your support and co-operation, I can look forward to Pakistan becoming one of the greatest nations of the world".

First Murder

2010-08-10T23:18:00.000+05:00

Our planet earth is an exceedingly fascinating and a very interesting place.It was created by Almighty Allah millions of years back. Human life on earth began with two exceptionally honoured persons :

(1) Hazrat Adam (PBUH), the first citizen and the first prophet.

(2) Hazrat Hawwa (EVE), the first lady of the universe.

The inital offspring of Adam and Hawwa included two sons, named Habeel and Qabeel. Habeel was younger, he was noble,sociable and a God fearing youth. Qabeel on the contary, was selfish, ill-tampered, arrogant, jalous and a nasty youngman.

As the two boys grew up Qabeel took to farming and Habeel becam a shepherd. Then there marriage proposals were settled. Habeel's fiance was charming and attractive as compared to Qabeel's, whose was not so beautiful. Qabeel

did not appreciate this disparity. he started nursing intense ill-will and hatred against his younger brother. The relations between the two brothers went on detriorating fast day by day. When the situation became terrible, tensean unbearable. Their worried father proposed a workable solution. He advised the sons to offer their respective sacrifices in Gods way. He would marry the prettier girl whose sacrifice will accepted by Allah.

Crow's Part in Teaching Burial of Dead body

Both the feuding brothers accepted thier father's proposal. It so happened that God accepted Habeel's sacrifice. Qabeel's sacrifice was rejected. This made him more bitter, frustrated and furious. His heart burnt in revenge. At last finding the oppertunitly one day, he stoned his innocent brother, Habeel, to death. Then he felt utterly confused about the disposal of the dead body as it was the first muder on the planet earth.

suddenly his eyes fell on a crow. The clever bird was digging a small pit in the ground with its beak and claws. The crow's action was quite clear. Qabeel understood how to dispose off the mudered brother's dead body. He dug a huge pit and buried the corpse in it.

Killer Qabeel's dreadful Doom

The horrible murder was the first ever on earth. When Qabeel had buried his brother's dead body he started feeling more and more guilty. The dreadful idea began to haunt him. It troubled his conscience that he had killed his brother so callously. It made his life miserable and unbearable. He was seen loitering aimlessly heither and thither all the time like a mad man. Then one day someone hit his head hard. He fell on the ground and died instantaneously.

Basic Lesson of the Tragic Crow Story

This historic Quranic story is stumblingly sensationaly. Its basic moral stands thus:

All evils ends up in evil. Like all other evils, malice and murder are the worst forms of sins and crimes, disputes and difficulties are to be resolved amicably through just and lawful methods. Brute force and show of violence can never offer any solution to any human problem, whatsoever.