My World

Ali woke up to another wonderful day, sun rays blinding him as he looked out the window. The rainwater had dried up, leaving no evidence of itself. He went to wash his face, change his clothes. As he was already late for the school, he had to hurry. On the other hand, Bashir couldn't sleep all night, not because he was not sleepy, but because the place he used to sleep at was flooded with rainwater. He was a poor soul, with no family, and no source of income. Ali rushed towards his garage, igniting the engine. To his disappointment the car wouldn't ignite. He was frustrated, because now he'd have to walk all the way to his High-school, which was a mere 600 meter away, as he reached the school he was all tired, breathing heavily. It was the first time he walked a distance, everyone could tell that. While Ali was relaxing, Bashir struggled to find clothes, as half of his clothes were wet because of the over-night flood. He had tears in his eyes, but didn't want to s

For many, this year (2013) brought happiness, joy and love. But, for me as an individual it came as a reminder. A reminder to make myself a better person. The first day of 2013 began with the tahajud prayers, whilst millions were busy partying. Ahmadi Muslims were busy praising their Lord, thanking him for giving another opportunity to succeed. To make ourselves better. What followed in the coming months were the reminders. In the next 3 months,  Muslim world was all over the place, with Egyptians fighting for freedom, Libyans crying for mercy, Pakistanis killing each other. They all had one thing in common; Arrogance . They had the chance to accept the truth and be a part of the wealthiest community, in form of the sprituality. To come and accept that the truth has prevailed, but they didn't. Rather, they continued torturing Ahmadis. In disguise they were torturing themselves, and their generations to come. On the other hand, the community they were torturing (as they woul