Masood Hasan Zaidi Deficiency

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Masood Hasan Zaidi Deficiency
It's the father's month

“It’s the father’s month but mine rests in peace.” Fatima Hasan Zaidi

Every year the beginning of the June was so joyful. I had plans of how to surprise him on Father’s Day and after he left the start of the month and the month itself is so depressing.

I miss him each passing day but at times the desire to touch him, to be wrapped in his arms, head on his chest, his palm on my head, his voice uttering my name is so strong that no other thing and no other being can fulfill his absence.

As the  days are passing by, I am encountering success, with each successful moment. I miss  him even more.

In crowd, in the moments of merrymaking; my eyes wander to and fro just to have his look around. I stop at places I smell his fragrance.

Every such day, or a month enlisting such days; is a throbbing reminder of his deficiency in my life.

My father was like a Vitamin to me and now I have his absence as an utter deficiency. This JUNE is more upsetting than rest of the June(s) I was  through after he traveled to the World Hereafter.

To the extreme it happens to me that  Eid, Holy Celebration and Father’s day; both are falling on day after the other. the depth of my pain can only be understood by the ones who have lost their loved ones.. I  or any human loves to live in illusions so even that  we know one day we all  have to  travel  to the God, the  heart  does not  except the absence of a person at the moment from our life.

Where as I strongly  believe that missing someone makes us alive that the one  we love  breathes with us and is along. Condolences never make me feel  good.

“What I believe in is what I know that is what my father gave me in heritage was ‘ The Power of Dominance’.” – Fatima Hasan Zaidi

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Being Melancholic!

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Being Melancholic is a feeling that each person experience at any rate once in their lives. Since life has its stages there are times when it will make you tragic or even discouraged. There are times in life when one feels down and encounters stuff that makes them hopeless. Much the same as bliss however pity doesn’t keep going forever on the grounds that in the long run the satisfaction will return as life shifts stages. Much the same as it isn’t  day or night perpetually or Winter or summer always there is no bliss of bitterness that keeps going forever. Everything takes a break. One feels pitiful in the event that they lose something or somebody valuable to them, or if things don’t go how they imagined them or they come up short at something or something different.

Sadness differs from individual to individual; a touchy individual will probably get tragic in light of the fact that their emotions are effectively harmed however it doesn’t imply that the individuals who are not as delicate won’t ever get pitiful. It is a feeling that can totally change what you look like at your general surroundings. Sadness can make you so negative that you can just spotlight on every one of the negatives around you. A few people don’t need others to try and realize that they are experiencing a harsh stage throughout everyday life and these individuals tend to hold every one of their feelings inside which escalates the sentiment since it is eating that individual from within. But at least I  can write to feel better.

 

 

The Capital Relish Comedy Theater Play ‘Aapka Matlooba Number Dusri Line Pe Masroof Hai’

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Aapka Matlooba Number is a comedy theatrical play by ALL4ONE Pakistan, directed by M. Atif Siddique, co-written by M. Atif Siddique, Hassan Jawad Rana, assisted by Saim Raza Zaidi, co-produced by Ovais Mushtaq, Muhammad Bin Baseer, Hassan Jawad Rana and M. Atif Siddique.

Islamabad, once again is becoming one of the happening city. Since ages, comedy and humour has been used to relax people who feel tangled in day to day hectic work routines and stressed out life..

Organized in the capacious theater of the Aiwan-I-Quaid, F-9 Park, specialists in the innovative creation of “All4One” gave an enchanting execution in the hour and a half satire play “AapkaMatlooba Number” and kept the gathering of people stuck to their seats from the minute the window ornament ascended to the last exchange of the play. Components of inventiveness, amusement and advancement were taking care of business in the play.

I won’t go in the little details of the set up and scenes because I really want you to see it with your eyes. Why should I break your interest? Well look at the visuals, I must say they will definitely temp you to experience theater play yourself. Remember, do write to us if you  like the play.

I Am Broken

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I m not a depressed person, I am  one  fun loving person I never took tensions not even in final exams nor  after  attempting the  whole  paper  like I did not  know what i  wrote in there, and even then when I used to  return  home i  used  to  say  I  attempted it to the  best assuring all I will be scoring  highest where as within it was  always  sure to  me that I was zero.

I loved living care free not  thinking what  will  happen in future. I  clearly thought what will come  will be  tackled well with my father along. My utmost support, who  believed in me. No doubt  mama believe in me the  same  but still deep inside i  feel broken glass pieces in myself which i can not  communicate with any one. Not even to myself all in return I  have is headache and lots of tears.

Later  as  he passed  to the eternity. Life was so unfair, that was the point I realized how  difficult it is to live. Having a home is  more than  a blessing, yet how to  make it stand  strong is the thing. I  know  i m writing  nonsense but  this  is the only  place I  get  relaxed after writing. I can’t show  my tensed  tears and  breathing to  my mom..

This  blog  is  not  as  social  as I m on  facebook so  nobody knows  what a  heartache  i  go  through thinking  all the time to work  n  work  more. Small  freelance tasks to  take in and being  an  equal  support  to mummy where as not  showing  to  her I  get  equally concerned, i know  baba you  read what i write but my  miss  you  so much.. more than an  hour  of  nonstop  tears and  blocked  nose. Yet staying  firm in front of  people  is  so  hard. I  don’t  say  I  m strong I  say I am a joker.. Heart is pounding hard like it  is  at  the  moment  pumping  in  my  head and I  wont  be  able to  write  more I guess I  m better  after writing a bit but  still my eyes hurt and I  cant communicate  what i  have  inside

LAME FEELINGS

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One of the very lame feeling of the month is that 10th of any month should not  fall on weekends. Especially for those who are the working people and their  pays are delivered on the 10th and after it if you by chance fall ill that gets more appetizing icing on the cake. Though you  don’t have to do even a little  thing with  it being  sick in your home, formatted on bed with layer of blankets, medicines and tears flowing like fire. Though being a very lame feeling. It is a feeling I  felt and I ever feel better after writing what disturbs..

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Mystically Mysterious Love !

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Mystically Mysterious Love !

Mystically Mysterious Love By FHZ

And then certainly at night she realizes, she has nobody to talk , nobody who could listen what she wants just the tears roll down her cheeks as darkness prevails around..

Argues herself !

Nobody taught u to fall in love..

It was a fairy tale like

No, it was beyond my control.. She answers

She desires just a little to communicate, just because don’t want to lose..
She knows love has made her selfless & she is helpless because when she talks to herself..
The inner soul just says to her either leave yourself or try to end up selfless.
She is afraid of the fact of staying alone without him..
Because she cant imagine to live that way..
Depth of emotion tells unless it is not painful you can’t call it love..

She replies, Love is for once, it has been done, wont happen ever again..
Throw hands up in the air and says LOVE YOU, it’s irresistible.

It is mysterious

It is really love .. She answers                                                                                                         As, it has made you; , a crazy soul to write about sensitivity of a feeling..

Love is mysteriously mystic!

She answers, Yes I am in

Mystically Mysterious Love !

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