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My computer is sick. Infact it’s on it’s deathbed. And i can’t find no medicine.

M. Samad Hassan messaged me on msn, “Hey check out my new jeans”. Obviously I had to check ‘em out. As soon as I clicked on the picture, my PC got blasted. It now runs an infinite loop of “Syntax Error” windows every time I turn it on. Some times all I am greeted with is an ugly blue screen thats eeirely blank. Sigh.

I miss writing.

Last night I was having an episode of insomnia. I was itching to write but bereft of my computer there wasn’t much I could do. Now I just can’t seem to put pen to paper. Mobile messaging is the more expensive alternative I chose

I am in IBA right now. I need to pin down these racing thoughts or they’ll run away from me. Round and round they fly like a merry-go round. Or the wheels of a topsy turvy car that aren’t running in unison.

But the distractions are too many.

I can’t get the juices flowing. IBA lab is no place for introspection.

My PC had just gotten ok last week. I had not connected it to a stablizer with the result that the power supply got burnt. Literally. I woke to the sounds of blasts emitting from my CPU. Smoke was arising in ugly spirals.

Just like the spirals of my confused mind.

Allah Ta’ala cloaks our sins when He could’ve exposed them to the world. He knows, conceals and protects. Where we could’ve faced ridicule and disgust, He gives us admiration and love. We think of all that we DO NOT possess instead of appreciating what we do.

A story narrated by Kamran,

This is a tale of two men. One of them had the treasures of the world and yet he would always thank Allah. And thus Allah would increase his blessings.

The other lived on the streets. He had no clothes, just a leaf to hide his private parts. Some one told him, “Thank Allah for his infinite gifts.” The man retorted, “What do I have to be thnakful about?!”. At that instance, a gust of wind blew away the only leaf he had.

we all have, if nothing else atleast life. And as long as there is life hope exists. For tomorrow is another day. Maybe things will get better tomorrow.

Lets thank Allah for all that we have today.