I WRITE MY HEART OUT

What a momentous day, etched with profound honor, to bear witness to a chapter unfolding in the annals of history. On Thursday, 1st June 2023, a man of exceptional courage and fortitude solemnly took his oath within the ceremonial hall of the Supreme Court of Pakistan. Within those very walls that had previously witnessed his resignation, he now embraced the weighty responsibility before him. In his unwavering commitment to upholding the faith of the people and preserving his personal integrity, he willingly relinquished all the privileges rightfully due to him, as he remained under inquiry. An inquiry that, curiously, faded into obscurity. None can deny the undeniable truth that his legacy sprouted from Bengal, with a profound role in the formation of Pakistan—a fervent patriot who chose to settle in our beloved nation, leaving his ancestral roots in India. A man of unwavering conviction who adamantly refused to take the oath under the Provisional Constitutional Order- 2007. A man ent

Throughout the year, I bore a burden of anguish deep, For I stood alone, devoid of solace or company to keep. Insecurity drove some away, while others found their own way, Leaving me adrift, with heartache's bitter sway. I sought to heal, to mend my shattered soul, But my efforts, alas, took a heavy toll. The echoes of my cries, resounding loud and clear, A pain unseen, unfathomed by those near. For the bonds of friendship, once cherished and dear, You scorned and mocked, filling my heart with fear. Betrayed by deceit, a wound too deep to mend, May Allah's mercy find you, and may your soul amend. But amidst the trials, a silver lining did appear, Caring souls emerged, drawing me near. Opportunities abound, waiting to be embraced, The separation brought me closer to Allah's grace. Now I pray, never to cross paths again, With hearts like yours, tainted by disdain. May my path be filled with blessings anew, And distance forever keeps me from you.

  In my life, there's been a shrinkage of souls, Yet my heart still wishes them well as it glows. But as I look back on the tea I served, It's sad to see how some undeserved. They came in hard times, seeking a helping hand, And stayed for the comfort of my tea and land. But when the skies cleared and they could stand, They forgot the friend who held their hand. It's a sorry state, this taking without giving, But I still hope they find the life they're living. And if one day they should need a friend, I pray they remember, and make amends. Part 2 Each soul seeks solace in its own way, Amidst grief and sorrow's relentless sway. For me, a journey towards a brighter day, Became my escape, my path to pave. But alas, my striving for a better fate, Was misconstrued as opportunistic, and hate, Now shadows follow me, a constant weight, As I continue on, my heart to sate.