100 Love Sonnets

And I, infinitesima­l being, 
drunk with the great starry 
void, 
likeness, image of 
mystery, 
I felt myself a pure part 
of the abyss, 
I wheeled with the stars, 
my heart broke loose on the wind.


100 Love sonnets is collection of Sonnets written by Nobel Laureate Pablo Neruda.Neruda wrote these sonnets to his third wife. A type of poetry book you want to read in your busy life.The collection is good though but i hate reading love poems,because love is missing part in my life,i hadn't been in love yet So i would give two stars,but if you like reading love poems must read this collection,this collection is filled with romantic poems.These beautiful sonnets encapsulate several forms of love in unimaginable ways.

Pakistan’s leprosy fighter Dr Ruth Pfau passes away

Pakistan’s ‘Mother Teresa’, Dr Ruth Pfau, who led a battle against the stigmatised disease of leprosy, passed away early Thursday morning after a long illness. She was 87.She had been hospitalised at a private hospital in the metropolis for two weeks due to age-related illnesses and her condition had been worsening.Dr Pfau, the founder of the National Leprosy Control Programme in Pakistan, was in charge of the Marie Adelaide Society of Pakistan (MASP), where leprosy patients are treated.

Dr Pfau, who was born in Germany, came to Pakistan in the 1960s and dedicated her life to taking care of leprosy patients. 

It was due to the endless struggle of Dr Pfau that Pakistan defeated the disease and became leprosy-free in 1996.

She was granted Pakistani citizenship in 1988 and received numerous accolades for her services.In 1979, she was awarded the Hilal-i-Imtiaz, the second highest civilian award of the country. In 1989, Dr Ruth was presented the Hilal-i-Pakistan.

We, as a nation, are greatly indebted to her. Very few people have the courage to take such bold steps for people unknown to them.

Pakistan salutes you, Dr Pfau

Reading

Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I've accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it's a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it's a way of making contact with someone else's imagination after a day that's all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss.

Three Cups of tea Book Review

Anyone who despairs of the individual’s power to change lives has to read the story of Greg Mortenson, a homeless mountaineer who, following a 1993 climb of Pakistan’s treacherous K2, was inspired by a chance encounter with impoverished mountain villagers and promised to build them a school. Over the next decade he built fifty-five schools—especially for girls—that offer a balanced education in one of the most isolated and dangerous regions on earth. As it chronicles Mortenson’s quest, which has brought him into conflict with both enraged Islamists and uncomprehending Americans, Three Cups of Tea combines

I don't know how to rate this book but i really really really really loved this book.
It was an inspirational story of Greg Mortenson.How Greg Mortenson's failed attempt at climbing Pakistan's K2, turned into a mission of building school for children.And his journey is still continue,

I loved his idea of fighting terrorism by building school in rural areas of Pakistan and Afghanistan.
(If we try to resolve terrorism with military might and nothing else, then we will be no safer than we were before 9/11. If we truly want a legacy of peace for our children, we need to understand that this is a war that will ultimately be won with books, not with bombs.) <3

                   

The Girl on the Train

Rachel lives with her university friend, Cathy, after she broke up with her husband and had no where to live. She has no job but hides it from Cathy. Every day, she takes the same morning and evening trains, observing the same suburban houses by the tracks. However, there is one house that she cannot wait to see each day. She names the people in it, Jess and Jason. She loves this house because it reminds her of her past, perfect life, before she and Tom divorced.

One day, she sees Jess kissing a man. Rachel is sure it isn't Jason because this man was much taller and had a different body structure. The next day, she hears the news of a woman named Megan Hipwell who went missing. From the address on the newspaper, she knows that Megan is Jess and recalls the moment she saw her kissing the man. Unable to keep it to herself, she tries to get in contact with Jason, or Scott, to tell him what she saw. She also goes to the police station and tells them about what she saw, but they end up refusing her evidence because she was drunk the night that Megan disappeared.

Scott answers her email and ask her to call him. He asks her to meet him in person. When they meet, she tells him about what she saw. He asks her if she can identify the man based on a picture and she says yes. When she sees a picture of Kamal, Megan's therapist, she says he is the man she saw with Megan. Later, Kamal is held as a suspect, but set free because of insufficient evidence. When they checked his house, there was no trace of Megan in Kamal's bedroom. Scott and Rachel still suspect Kamal though and believe he had a sexual motive.

On the day Megan went missing, Rachel remembers that she was by where they live, but she doesn't remember what happened because she was heavily drunk. As time passes, she remembers tiny details like falling on the stairs and a red-haired man helping her out. She remembers being in the underpass near the train station and her head and hands bleeding. Rachel decides to go to the therapist, Kamal, to see if he can recover her memory, and to try to find any information that will make him a suspect again. Kamal tells her that memories cannot be recovered; however, a person who has lost a memory can often remember glimpses by going back to the scene where everything happened.

The police release news that Megan is dead and, days later, that she was pregnant. Scott and Rachel continue to meet and even engage in sexual intercourse, which causes them both to feel confused and angry. Scott discovers that Rachel has been lying to him all this time - she wasn't a friend of Megan and she had never gone to her gallery. He also discovers that she has been going to Kamal Abdic and doesn't believe her when she tells him that she was trying to help. Scott drags Rachel along the stairs and she starts to bleed. Then, he locks her in a room, where she sees a framed picture of Scott and Megan shattered. She thinks that Scott murdered Megan and goes straight to the police the next day.

Eventually, Rachel recovers her entire memory of Saturday night when she was in the underpass. She remembers Tom hitting her, causing her head injury, and taking Megan away in his car. Rachel decides that she must talk to Anna about this, despite their relationship. Anna, in the meantime, finds a secret mobile phone and discovers that Tom is having an affair with someone, but she thinks it is Rachel. When Rachel tells her about Tom, she believes her. However, just as they are about to head to the police, Tom arrives and locks them in the house.

Rachel tells him about what she saw, and he at first denies it but then admits that he was having an affair with Megan. He says he was trying to end it; on Saturday night, she kept calling and threatening him. She said that if he didn't meet her somewhere she would come to his house and tell Anna everything. Tom blames Rachel for being so drunk that day and coming to their house because that upset Anna and she decided to not meet with her friends. Tom says that Megan kept shouting and cursing and he had no choice but to kill her. He buried her in the forest and ran away. The reader sees this scene from Megan's point of view; she says she was just trying to be honest with everyone and take care of her baby.

Tom now tries to kill or badly hurt Rachel. In self-defense, she kills him by putting the corkscrew in his throat. Anna calls the ambulance and tells everything to the police, clearing Rachel's name. Rachel also sees her talking to Tom before the ambulance arrives and twisting the corkscrew further into his throat. As the book ends, Rachel decides to get away from that area for a while and reclaim her sobriety and her life.

My favorite Author

I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.

Jorge Luis Borges

Random thoughts

It was not best of times,it was worst worst worst of times.

Clock was striking twelve.In the small town of Punjab while everyone was sleeping i was struggling with my poor soul.I was feeling dead inside.My soul is just sick,i am homesick for a place i am not sure even exist.i want to cry,but i am not able to cry.

Sometimes you want to cry so loudly that you want GOD to hear you.But i am wondering if HE is listening me.

instead of crying and wondering about my existence i just picked up my pen.Nothing good ever came out of the tip of this pen.But this pen has stories to share with you,with all those people suffering from pain,worries depression problems,all of you struggling in silence,I want to tell you are not alone here.Every trouble,sadness,disturbance has a reason to tell that this world isn’t permanent place to live.You have a purpose here and you have to find that.Your problem your agitation is your wake up calls,every little thing is alarming you just get up,there are bundle of reasons to be happy. The reason behind writing this bad piece is my pain,my pain forced me to put my words my thoughts on paper,but i think i can never write yet i am afraid if my voice couldn’t reach to someone who is going through the same problem and it will be bury with me forever,So no matter how bad i am in writing,i will write.

I have this little reason to be happy today.

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

''I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings''
is a 1969 autobiography about the early years of American writer and poet Maya Angelou. The first in a seven-volume series, it is a coming age of story that illustrates how strength of character and a love of literature can help overcome racism and trauma .The book begins when three-year-old Maya and her older brother are sent to Stamps, Arkansas, to live with their grandmother and ends when Maya becomes a mother at the age of 16. In the course of Caged Bird, Maya transforms from a victim of racism with an inferiority complex into a self-possessed, dignified young woman capable of responding to prejudice.

Caged Bird

A free bird leaps 

on the back of the wind   

and floats downstream   

till the current ends 

and dips his wing 

in the orange sun rays 

and dares to claim the sky. 

But a bird that stalks 

down his narrow cage 

can seldom see through 

his bars of rage 

his wings are clipped and   

his feet are tied 

so he opens his throat to sing. 

The caged bird sings   

with a fearful trill   

of things unknown   

but longed for still   

and his tune is heard   

on the distant hill   

for the caged bird   

sings of freedom. 

The free bird thinks of another breeze 

and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees 

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn 

and he names the sky his own 

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams   

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream   

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied   

so he opens his throat to sing. 

The caged bird sings   

with a fearful trill   

of things unknown   

but longed for still   

and his tune is heard   

on the distant hill   

for the caged bird   

sings of freedom.

MAYA ANGELOU

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

My favorite quotes from the book'' A thousands Splendid Suns

1)Like a compass needle that points north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman.


2)There is only one, only one skill a woman like you and me needs in life, and they don’t teach it in school . . . Only one skill. And it’s this: tahamul. Endure . . . It’s our lot in life, Mariam. Women like us. We endure. It’s all we have. Do you understand?


3)Babi tells Lalila that education of women is important, because, “society has no chance of success if its women are uneducated, Laila. No chance.



4)All day two lines of a poem by Saib-e-Tabrizi, about the city have been bouncing around in Babi’s head, “One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, / Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.


5)Why have you pinned your little heart to an old, ugly hag like me?” She murmurs into Aziza’s hair. “Huh? I am a nobody, don’t you see? A dehati. What have I got to give you?


6)Mariam thinks about all the seasons that have come and gone. She has passed those years in a distant corner of her mind. A dry, barren field, out beyond wish and lament, beyond dream and disillusionment. There the future had never mattered.

''My top ten favorite quotes about reading''

1)

I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading. How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book! -- When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen

2)

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

3)

What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.” 
 J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye 

4)There is no friend as loyal as a book.  — Ernest Hemingway

5)Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.” 

 Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

6)

Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author's words reverberating in your head.” 
 Paul Auster, 

7) I read a book one day and my whole life was changed.” 
Orhan Pamuk

8)When I get a little money, I buy books. If any is left, I buy food and clothes.” — Erasmus

9)For my whole life, my favorite activity was reading. It's not the most social pastime.” 

Audrey Hepburn 

10)

If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.

Haruki Murakami