tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47833350376522860532010-08-23T23:55:57.407+05:00The Calltowards a new light...Nida Fareedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17450986024368120452noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783335037652286053.post-64789939487263545782010-08-04T02:12:00.000+05:002010-08-04T02:12:43.442+05:002010-08-04T02:12:43.442+05:00The submission
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mso-font-pitch:variableNida Fareedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17450986024368120452noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783335037652286053.post-33968552206703474512010-07-05T14:07:00.002+05:002010-07-07T21:13:08.671+05:002010-07-07T21:13:08.671+05:00The real thing."Real" is such a subjective word. What is real to you may not be real to me and vice versa. In my own life, I have been taught different meanings of what "real" is.
When I was in Lyceum, my accounts teacher in my A1, before revising on the concepts of double entry told us in a jovial manner " back in the 90's, coke was considered to be the real thing"
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Nida Fareedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17450986024368120452noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783335037652286053.post-48020355837207284782010-05-30T19:55:00.000+05:002010-05-30T19:55:49.370+05:002010-05-30T19:55:49.370+05:00The story of a Butterfly
I am a butterfly. A beautiful butterfly. Other butterflies are jealous of me because my wings are lovely with a spectrum of black, purple and green colours. Something that no other butterfly possesses as far as I have seen. All the flowers want me to hover over them because I make them look beautiful too. And when I do that, I get a lot of compliments and praises. I get the attention of Nida Fareedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17450986024368120452noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783335037652286053.post-82348321746304301592010-05-12T02:00:00.004+05:002010-05-12T21:26:43.031+05:002010-05-12T21:26:43.031+05:00the pitcher of water Sometime back, in a book named "Simple Wisdom" by Maulana Wahidduddin, I came across a beautiful story. Before I should say anything else, read the story :
"A man used to live on a desert, and who, urged on by his wife, agreed to take an offering to the King in the city. The offering was a pitcher of rain water, which the man and his wife had laboriously collected. They considered this water Nida Fareedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17450986024368120452noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783335037652286053.post-46632385549281979792010-05-06T00:58:00.000+05:002010-05-06T08:42:44.777+05:002010-05-06T08:42:44.777+05:00Kindle the light of knowledge: The Baithak experienceSometime back while I was working with my friend Aeman Majeed on the newsletter Iqra Times, I told her how glad I was to have such a knowledgeable person in my team to help me put beautiful stories in the newsletter to which she replied "Nida, whatever knowledge that I have is just like water in a bowl which is cracked.If I don't give it away it away, it will on its leak and disappear"
Her wordsNida Fareedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17450986024368120452noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783335037652286053.post-82594339973736643192010-04-08T02:55:00.000+05:002010-04-08T03:08:58.526+05:002010-04-08T03:08:58.526+05:00That fireflyOn a tree, far far away in a forest was a nightingale. Lonely and upset, it looked hither and thither as darkness started encompassing the earth with the setting of the sun.
What made it upset, one may ask. was it the lonliness or was it the darkness? Nay, it was the longing to reach home. And the diminishing light was making the task impossible.
Hearing the nightingale crying, a firefly nearbyNida Fareedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17450986024368120452noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783335037652286053.post-73084312209227978632010-03-28T05:18:00.000+05:002010-03-28T05:42:38.286+05:002010-03-28T05:42:38.286+05:00The purest emotion in the world(ever since I posted pictures of visit to Dr Aafia’s place on facebook, a lot of people have been asking me about its details so I decided to write about the whole experience on my blog. Iqra Society was invited by Dr Aafia’s mother at her home after we had a session at IBA with Mariam Ridley who spoke about Dr Aafia in that session. To thank the society for the efforts, the society members Nida Fareedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17450986024368120452noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783335037652286053.post-23546235035227171412010-03-19T00:19:00.000+05:002010-03-19T00:19:51.866+05:002010-03-19T00:19:51.866+05:00The light.Imagine a world of darkness. A world where there are no greens or blues or yellows but only black. Darkest of the darkest black. Where there is no sunshine after rain and no morning after night. This is not any unrealistic world. But a world which can be visited anytime by just closing our eyes…
Such is the world of a blind. A world where there is so much darkness that he cannot even see his Nida Fareedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17450986024368120452noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783335037652286053.post-32746833026561990532010-03-14T00:48:00.000+05:002010-03-14T01:15:39.178+05:002010-03-14T01:15:39.178+05:00Discover me.
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Nida Fareedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17450986024368120452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783335037652286053.post-4154127112157265602010-03-07T23:53:00.000+05:002010-03-07T23:54:59.925+05:002010-03-07T23:54:59.925+05:00favoursGod has made us one of His best creations. If we look around us, there are so many beautiful wonderful things created by God, but truly, we have been blessed by being made the best.
If we look at the human body, it is one of the most complicated systems. when I was in primary school, each student had to go to assembly and say an astonishing fact. When I had my turn, my teacher asked me to tell Nida Fareedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17450986024368120452noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783335037652286053.post-84073527669383927942010-03-03T01:16:00.001+05:002010-03-03T01:16:40.869+05:002010-03-03T01:16:40.869+05:00Broken MirrorsMirrors are truly fascinating. They give us an exact replica of not only ourselves but also each and everything in our surroundings. We trust the replica in the mirror so much that even though we have never seen our own faces in reality, yet we always believe the image as our own, whenever we stand opposite to it. But the funny part is that we never fail to believe that any of the things in the Nida Fareedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17450986024368120452noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783335037652286053.post-61344693597775850892010-02-23T22:09:00.000+05:002010-03-06T20:53:24.141+05:002010-03-06T20:53:24.141+05:00the new eyes.
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Nida Fareedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17450986024368120452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783335037652286053.post-51571982745795115462010-01-27T00:58:00.000+05:002010-01-27T00:58:58.793+05:002010-01-27T00:58:58.793+05:00Seeing the reality Until a few years back, I used to believe that seeing is believing. I knew there was something wrong with the idea but didn't exactly know what. However, during Ramadan (2 years back) I was hearing about Hazrat Suleman on TV which went on like this: Allah had given him a miracle of being able to communicate to the beings in the other dimension i.e. to the jinns. He wanted to send message of Nida Fareedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17450986024368120452noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783335037652286053.post-80995641530311233932010-01-27T00:08:00.000+05:002010-03-06T20:54:20.759+05:002010-03-06T20:54:20.759+05:00the definition of lifeyesterday, I was talking to my friend Aeman Majeed about Time management, which is supposed to be the latest theme of Iqra Times, and we were talking about the importance of time and then she said "Nida, what is life, it is just time allocated to us, aur kiya hai?"
And i was quiet for a moment. I hadnt thought about it. Such a simple yet perfect definiton of life. If someone would have asked me Nida Fareedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17450986024368120452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4783335037652286053.post-73345396255295627192010-01-21T21:12:00.000+05:002010-01-21T21:16:33.751+05:002010-01-21T21:16:33.751+05:00The three kinds of peopleI was reading Suarah Baqarah today. Came across verse 74 which really made me wonder how beautifully Allah describes ideas.
"Thenceforth were your hearts hardened: They became like a rock and even worse in hardness. For among rocks there are some from which rivers gush forth; others there are which when split asunder send forth water; and others which sink for fear of God. And God is not Nida Fareedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17450986024368120452noreply@blogger.com5