. . . . . Hypocrisy Thy Name is . . . . . منافقت . . . . .

آئین جواں مرداں حق گوئی و بے باکی..اللہ کے بندوں کو آتی نہیں روباہی...Humanity is declining by the day because an invisible termite, Hypocrisy منافقت eats away human values instilled in human brain by the Creator. I dedicate my blog to reveal ugly faces of this monster and will try to find ways to guard against it. My blog will be objective and impersonal. Commentors are requested to keep sanctity of my promise.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Time is Now

The world is full of Sons and Daughters like you and me. I had a marvelous mother who loved me, sacrificed for me and helped me in every way possible. In all of my growing up from childhood through college and eventually marriage, my mother was always at my side.
And when I needed help with my little ones, she was there for me.Today, we buried this wonderful woman. Can you imagine how I felt when I returned from the services and found a poem in her desk drawer written by my mom.

The Time is Now ! ! !
If you are ever going to love,
Love me now while I can know
The sweet and tender feelings which
From true affection flow
Love me now while I am living
Do not wait until I am gone
And then have it chiseled in marble
Sweet words on ice-cold stone

If you have tender thoughts of me
Please let me know now
If you wait until I am sleeping
I won't hear you then
So if you love me even a little bit
Let me know while I am living so that I can treasure it.
Now she is gone and I am sick with guilt because
I never told her what she meant to me.
Worse yet, I did not treat her as she deserved to be.
I found time for everyone and everything
but never made time for her.

It would have been easy to drop in for a cup of tea and a hug
but my friends came first.
Would any of them have done for me
what my mother did, I know the answer.

When I called mom on the phone,
I was always in a hurry.
I feel ashamed when I think of the times I cut her off.
I remember too, the times I could have included her and didn't.

Our children loved Grandma from the times they were babies.
They often turned to her for comfort and advice.
She understood them.
I realize now that I was too critical,
too short-tempered, too stingy with praise.
Grandma gave them unconditional love.
The world is filled with sons, daughters and a child like me.
I hope they see themselves in this letter and realize from it.


  • At 9:20 am, Blogger Harris - حارث said…

    [en] Aslaam o Alaikum,
    im reading all posts which i missed,



  • At 12:33 pm, Anonymous Asma said…

    Assalamoalaykum w..w!

    A beautiful show of emotions indeed!

  • At 3:21 pm, Blogger Nabeel said…

    I stopped breathing and I was in tears when I was done reading it.May her soul rest in peace.

  • At 5:50 pm, Blogger Hypocrisy Thy Name said…

    Mr Harris
    How are you ? Will like to have your narration of events.

    miss Asma
    Thank you. I know for mother your heart is similar to mine.

    Mr Nabeel
    The best person on earth is mother. In Punjabi they say:
    ماواں ٹھنڈیاں چھاواں

  • At 9:13 pm, Blogger Subhana said…

    Oh. I'm sorry to hear about your mother. May Allah Subhanawatalah forgive her sins and grant her eternal peace and a place in Janat-ul-Firdos. Ameen.

    The poem is..heart-rending...and perhaps even acerbic...

  • At 2:01 am, Blogger Dr. Iftikhar Raja said…

    [en] yeah the mother is great and its universal truth. Mother is the name of love, respect, protection in every Language and culture.

  • At 2:03 am, Blogger Dr. Iftikhar Raja said…

    [en] yeah the mother is great and its universal truth. Mother is the name of love, respect, protection in every Language and culture.

  • At 6:45 am, Blogger Hypocrisy Thy Name said…

    Ms Subhana
    My mother left this mortal world 25 years ago. This was written only to awaken sleeping children. That is why I wrote in the end “Anonymous”

    Dr Iftikhar Raja

    You are right


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