Nisar Ahmad

Some people ask that they study but do not remember anything!  So what is the benefit of studying?  Reply:-  Sheikh Salman Al-Awda writes in his book "Zanzana" that once I complained to my Sheikh that I read a book, but I don't remember anything about it!  So he gave me a date and said:  Chew it!  Then asked me:  Are you grown up now?  I said: No!  He said: But this date got mixed in your body, so some part of it became flesh, some bone, some back, some skin, some hair, some nails and pores etc.!! Then I realized that whatever book I read, it gets divided.  So part of it strengthens my vocabulary, part of it increases my knowledge, part of it improves my morals, part of it improves my writing and speaking style, even though I can't feel it!!  Tufail Ahmad Misbahi

Do you know that out of the 783 million people in the world, almost half, i.e. 360 people, do not have the facility to defecate comfortably. They fulfil this natural need in fields, roadsides, streets, canals and in unknown ways. If you have a toilet available for defecating when you need it. You sit comfortably and finish , then you have the blessing of cleaning yourself with water, so thank God for it. One way to do this is to take care of cleanliness. Avoid leaving public toilets dirty or writing on their walls, and don't spend unnecessarily long periods of time in the toilet. #World_Toilet_Day  is celebrated by the United Nations on November 19. I just came to know 😜

After 12 years, for the 3rd time, I visited Karachi (mini-Pakistan) for 3 days. This time travelling was light through air, I felt that I just travelled from one village to another, but the big difference was the temperature. I was waring winter stuff in Islamabad while in Karachi I felt that it is summer, fan was on, and the temperature was in between 24 to 27 °C 🥵 while in Islamabad it was in between 10 to 17 °C. When I boarded the plane from Islamabad Airport, I had strange vibrations of sensations running inside me. I was dying to see the mini-Pakistan and the sea. Some apprehensions were there at the back of mind regarding the law-and-order situation there and the stories appearing in the papers. I had heard so much about Karachi culture that I was getting almost dizzy in anticipation. I was honoured to have a city like this in my country. “Kharachi, Kharachi, Kharachi I am coming”, .....this was what I was humming. As the plane was hovering above Karachi airport to land, I was