Nothing. I have nothing to write. But I feel like writing something. Anything.

The pandemic has been tough for most. I cannot claim that it was tougher than it has been for many. I recognise that my privilege has come to my rescue to help with the recent struggles and lifestyle changes. When staying in the city became uneasy due to the apprehension of the virus touching, my parents and I could seek refuge from it in my village. I spent more time with my parents than I ever did in the last one decade. I chose to tend to the plants and kittens to stay sane. Internet, with a good mix of Netflix and Chess, helped me stay engaged.

However, I am afraid that I may not be as social a person as I used to be. For almost ten months, I barely met anyone of my age. And the next time I do, whenever that might be, I may stumble to have a decent interaction.

More importantly, I have felt quite alone. I still do. I’ve seen some ugliness in the people I trusted. From those I gave too much leeway to those who have been friends for a decade, it was disturbing to see their nasty side. I felt better to stay away from those who proved to be self-serving, and make efforts to push through on my own.

This made me appreciate and reaffirm my faith. That in all things dispensable and perishable, I am better off relying on Him, the eternal, to do what is just, fair, and kind. I am an incomplete person, and I humbly hope, that I always remain so.

While I pray for myself, here’s a little prayer I make for you, the kind stranger reading this blog:

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زیر قاوسی قزح یوں انجمن آرائی ہو
پِھر نا لب پہ تا آباد شکوہ تنہائی ہو

Zer-e-qaus-e-qazah yun anjuman arai ho,
Phir na lab pe taa abad shikwa-e-tanhaaii ho.

Wish your life be spent in the abode of rainbows such
Never till the end of time, there be a complain of loneliness.

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بکھرے حنا نخل اُس شب روز تیرے
باغ جناح کو بھی راشق زیباای ہو

Bikhre hina nakhl-e-aus shab-o-roz tere,
Bagh-e-jinaah ko bhi rashk-e-zebaaii ho.

Let Henna spread every day and night akin to pleasant fog
Even the gardens of heaven be envious of your life’s beauty.

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نور مہتاب کرے پرنور آیناح زندگی
جسکے جلوے کی سوریا بھی تماشاای ہو

Noor-e-mahtaab kare purnoor aaina-e-zindagi,
Jiske jalwe ki surayya bhi tamaashaaii ho.

May the moonlight make the mirror of your life shine
And the galaxies too be a witness of such radiance.

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Say Amen!