In Seconds

In Seconds

 

From books to hooks; from class to office

The way of learning changes; dreams changed

From teacher to boss; my identity changes

It’s me from student to internee

Siemens AG is a global powerhouse in electronic and electrical engineering, operating in the industry, energy and healthcare sectors.

Well! I never thought of my internship in Siemens but who can deny the decisions of Allah.

Reached Siemens I 9/2 Islamabad at 10:00 am sharp on 13^th July 2015. The mist and fasting both encouraged the intensity of my nervousness. The blazing sun appeared soon.

The main entrance reminded me of early days from my childhood, schooling and university in just few seconds.

Opened eyes in the laps of my parents. Playing, eating and sleeping was my only job. Which I enjoyed a lot. Soon this enjoyment was faded and as the days passed by and thought of my father. I was answered by him that he goes to office to have some money so that I might have new shiny hair band and bangles.

I thought offices had trees where Allah grows money instead of leaves.

Both my elder brother and sister used to go early in the morning. My sister used to wear same dress. Their absence was a great treat for me………… watching cartoons with no interruption at all :).  One day she brought the same dress for me too.

And the hour came which is still horrible like a night mare ………………. My first day in School.

I hold my fathers’ hand as hard as I can all way he was guiding me to my class. I was amazed to see every girl wearing the same dress. How come everyone would dress up like me?

Me, “where you brought me?”

Father, “Office”?

I thought of my shine hair band and bangles

Me, “where are you going?”

Father, “outside. You sit here, I will be back soon.”

And that “SOON “of my father never came.

A lady came and took a book from my bag. I resisted to even touch the book.

Me and loneliness in a packed room from children and a lady. A big list of complaint of father was prepared by me.

Running towards my home as stepped out from the school bus.

Hitting the entrances door as hardly as my little hands could do and complains of my father began.

Mother, “the dress you wear; is a uniform, the room you were; was a classroom, the lady who took out your book; was your teacher and teacher is just like your mother. So whatever she says to you again obey her.”

Me, “WHAT ……………AGAIN? I am not going again ever.”

And that “EVER” never came as the “SOON” of my father.

All of my resistance, stubbornness and misbehavior lead towards the strictness of my father instead of sympathy.

I gave thanks to Allah, my beloved parents and teachers for molding me for such a person where my hands are above than those of below.

The days went on…………… schooling, university and now entering the company as an internee.

Great mood swings, just in Seconds.

 

 

A FORGOTTEN SUNNAH ( HIJAMA )

The Prophet ( ﷺ )  said: “If there is anything good in the medicines with which you treat yourselves, it is in the incision of the Hijama therapist, or a drink of honey or cauterization with fire, but I do not like to be cauterized.” (Narrated by Muslim)

 The Prophet ( ﷺ )  explained that hijama is one of the best medicines: “The best medicine with which you treat yourselves is hijama….” (Al Bukhari)

Have you heard about “hijama” ? Some three days ago I  first came to know about hijama from my friend. She told that her father had taken  Hijama treatment and it really worked. I further asked about it but she couldn’t brief.

I had only one chose left “GOOGLIEE” the only option. Well! you might be thinking of what is GOOGLIEE, I  call GOOGLE as GOOGLIEE :).

We have heard about treatment that is meant to restore the body energy, regulates blood, enhances the flow so fluids, detoxifying toxics. The famous methods we know are like Needle Pricking (Chinese), Yoga (Indian), gymnastic and sport activities.

For the Muslims the Prophet ( ﷺ ) said, “The Prophet r said: “The best treatment is hijama cupping; it removes blood, lightens the back and sharpens the eyesight.” (At- Tirmidhi)

So, let’s go deeply into it.

What is Hijama?
‘Hijama‘ is the Arabic word, an ancient method of healing; known in English as Wet Cupping or bloodletting. Hijama Therapy is a safe procedure if performed correctly, and unlike drugs and pharmaceutical medications, Hijama has no side effects and does not inject substances in the. It releases toxic build-up out of the system as opposed to increasing chemical and toxic accumulation

The Prophet of Allah (SWT) used cupping on his honourable head for migraine (Al-Bukhari), on his honourable hip joint (Abu Dawud) and back of the neck (Kahill) lateral sides of the neck and between shoulders (Abu Dawud, At-Tirmidhi and Ibn Majah) and said that “cupping on the back of the neck [elkamahdowa] treats 72 illnesses! (At Tabarani)

Benefits of HIjama

• It boosts the circulatory and immune systems
• Cleanses and detoxifies the body
• Treats illness and relaxes the patient
• Migraines and Headaches
• Joint pain and backaches
• Arthritis
• depression
• Pulled or tight muscles
• Poor blood circulation and blockages
• Fertility issues
• Metaphysical issues ( such as jinn, black magic and envy; all of which can cause illness and be expelled with Hijama according to the Sunnah)

Process of Hijama

It is a process in which we use a suction pump to create suction on the skin and muscle. The suction process pulls dead blood cells and toxic, thick and stagnated debris to the surface. Then we make very small, shallow incisions to the first layer of skin. You cannot even see the blood coming out until you apply the suction again to pull out the toxic blood, excess fluids and acids from the body. Thus, it is a natural and powerful detox.

We get ill because of the toxicity in our body caused by junk food and drink, medications, chemicals and other factors. These clog up our system and block essential vitamins, minerals and oxygen from nourishing our cells in a healthy manner.

This makes the body become weak and deteriorate. Removing toxicity from the body through the process of hijama boost the immune system and allows the body to heal itself.

Do incision hurts?

It doesn’t hurt at all. Because incision are very shallow cuts made on the skin and most of time the person feels like light scratching or ticklish. Only specific amount of blood is removed in specific cups.

Who can have Hijima?

It’s permissible for both male and females. While there are such instruction that should be followed,

• Hygienic environment.
• Sterile tools used, one kit per person
• Safety measurement.
• Detailed history of patients.
• Patents using medicines such as aspirin etc. which is meant to thin the blood are forbidden.
• Too elder and children should be given greater care.

Where to do Hijama?

It can be done by every knowledgeable person in home. But it is preferred to have it from clinics the perform Hijama. Because they are trained and can make good analysis of patient history mainly they are MBBS doctors and trained for Hijama treatment.

Conclusion

As every human being spends millions of dollars in restoring health, at least once during your life time hijama should also be done and  Feel the difference.

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STARS! I LOVE THEM

STARS! I LOVE THEM

Salam Everyone,

I love every star. They are gorgeous and amazing. When you watch them; they are full of life and all of sudden you forget all those worries which hurt’s you a lot. You communicate with them and they too with you. I love them and so you do??? Oh come on! I am not talking about Shahrukh Khan, Ash neither Angelina Jolie nor Ice Cube and Michael Jackson. You might be thinking of them because you have never seen Stars in the sky.

The sky above your head is full with rainbow color at night and of mine it is dark, deep dark. I am frightened when I have to go to my neighbor’s home to meet my friend suffering from high fever but you just open the door, keys in hand with mumbling songs. Down in garage your high-five car, fully air conditioned and well seated, with various air fresheners’. For roaming purposes!! Though the sky on your side doesn’t frighten you but of mine, a sky without moon is like a night in grave.

Mine one has big moon and countless stars. Staring at them every night and arguing them about the whole day. There is no one to listen to my thoughts other than stars, if so it’s the moon. And I do complain about them (stars) to their mother (Moon). But she seldom meets me. She comes on different timing and every time she has dressed differently than before. But she also has to repeat whose dresses again in next month because she also doesn’t have others, same as me.

Stars have so many brothers and sisters. Some are elders and some are just newly born. I also name them but every time I forget, because some have grown up and some dies. And I also don’t mourn at them, strange hmm!

You have no complains about stars to tell them to their mother (moon). And you also don’t argue about gifts you need. You have pockets filled with coins and notes. Out in the streets I just watch you buying lollies and chocolates. On bed I search for my pockets but my mother doesn’t stiches them on any of my dress. When I ask her that why she doesn’t stich pocket, pocket requires extra cloth she says. But later on I realized that if I had pocket, than I would be insisting for coins. I have pockets only on my Eid’s dress and that’s great too. I can save my coins then.

I celebrate my happy days with stars and moon. I gave them flying kisses to be my partner in the party and they bless me with calm and make me sleepy when I question them a lot. The light, moon shower’s are like camera lights flashing on me and they take me to the other world, their world. I sing with fairies move up and down, roll and roll. They have beautiful toys too. But I can’t bring them in this world.

Your sky is free from birds as you wouldn’t let them too, to fly in your sky because they make dirt and noise everywhere. But mine is painted with beautiful birds. Shaheen, partridge, sparrows and parrots conveys a message in their own way and the later two are my pets.

Your sky keeps you happy by materializing every dream. And mine gives hopes for unlimited time period.

This is one of story of child describing his dreams to me. On day when I was going back to my parents (aboard) from Pakistan. I had to wait on airport for three hours because of some technical faults in plane occurred. There was a child of five of a servant sitting by my side. When I offered him a candy, first refused looking towards his mother as she was saying not to take them. But I handled the whole packed in his hand and then he can’t refuse; a simple trick to attract kids. He was happy with thanks in his eyes. I sang rhymes and stories about stars that I love them and every child too because they are stars on earth and can hug them. He was so cute and lovely that we became friends.

Eventually, he started to tell me about his dreams and  I met with his stars friends too.  He also told me about his fight with naughty star last night and he was the winner. I wanted to spend some more time with him, that how a little child notice and urges for comforts, care for his parents. But I have to move on leaving him behind with hopes and packs of candies. I wish I could more for him. Alas!

During my flight the whole way I was thinking that this child doesn’t see us equal. In his mind he had two different types of skies one for wealthiest and other for poorer. These differences are made by us not by this child. We look towards them with pity eyes and grant them with some coins. Is this enough for their day?  I can’t live without spending Rs.1,000 a day. Then how come they so? Coins a day or not? How come they get basic food for a single day? Dress to cover their body? Blankets to provide warm in extreme colds?  Necessary Elementary education to know what’s right and wrong?

These are the children when they mature pursue their desire. They can go to any extent to make their dreams come true. Involving in serious crimes and attacks. And what we do, just put a label on them as murderer, extremist or a Taliban!

In real sense we are making them to play these roles.

Aren’t we?

All of this stuff maneuvered in my mind when I saw students in university on student week with new brand guitar’s, high-tech camera’s, branded sports boots, guys wearing branded chains and bracelets on their hands, branded shirts and lists goes on and on. This only showed that they belonged from superior class and the other not. And the same time when you step out from university you can notice small children in the streets staring every student as they were asking for something but it couldn’t reach our filthy eardrums. And this made me angry every time I looked at them.

Wasalam.