"PROPHET ELISHA" -- By Remsha Jhutt

This world will become a heaven for all of us if we get to know that we all belong to the

same origin. Somewhere in our religion, somewhere in our holy books, there are some indications to harmonize all of us with the same divine. Muslim’s believe many prophets were sent to the various nations to preach the religion of Abraham and Ismail and this succession was ended on Prophet Muhammad (S.A.W.W). From Adam to Muhammad, we have faith on all Prophets. Only 25 Prophets out of 124,000 Prophets are mentioned in Quran. And others are unknown to us but we still believe that they were sent to their nations to preach the divine laws. Allah said in Quran that

“Of some messengers we have already told you the story; of others we have not” (Quran 4; 164).

"THE UNKNOWN TINGLING PANGS" --- By Imad Ud Din

Some dust, some sand got sprinkled in my eyes

Blurring off the scenes that could be in my sight,

A sway of sorrows, a way to despair,

These eyes are pouring, the hidden tears.

"BAZLA - A REWARD" by Imad Ud Din

I endured myself in mending dreams,

Of yours and mine, limited and limitless,

And all the sudden, the custom and your choice,

The chain you are shackled in, got my eye opened.

You bank less river of beauty, I bottled you up in a tumbler,

Of my sheer emotions. Dissolving myself within you,

That with glance of your face that pour the moonlight,

I lost my stride, pace and flow of thoughts,

Yet smiled and made my feelings dance for your eyes.

"THE DOG I NEVER HAD.." By Huda Irshad

About 18th February 2017.

She was poisoned yesterday. The doll who smiled at me with those beautiful eyes, every day in the morning and welcomed me on my way back home just in the street. The one who followed me everywhere, even crossed roads blindly without thinking once.

Some people decided she wasn't worth living. Some people, men of today are Gods of brutality. Look them in the eye make them feel vulnerable and challenged and they will poison you.

The way she bowed every time she wanted to thank me for the most minor gift of love. Yet it became a curse I presume. I want to believe that I am right when I say God made us to Love yet when we do that?

"SO MANY OFFERINGS AND STILL THIS LONGING" By Imad Ud Din

Passing through all the phases of life

They had their product

Who with so high stakes , stepping ahead

Conquering their wills , wining inch by inch !!!

 Making them feel really so high, with a wide shining forehead - with bosom profused with a pride   !

Yet again falls that fate's irony        

Having them so close to their beat      

Over distances they let them fly     

Bearing slips in their beat