Tarbeeat

(Not necessarily to agree, but a powerful thought)

ایک شخص نے کسی سے پوچھا کہ مجھے بتلائیں کہ میں اپنے بیٹے کی کیسے تربیت کروں؟

انہوں نے پوچھا کتنی عمر ہے اسکی؟

آدمی نے کہا:7ماہ

انہوں نے کہا کہ  : تم نے تو بہت تاخیر کردی ہے،اولاد کی تربیت تو ماں کے انتخاب سے شروع ہوتی ہے

Poetry and Literature - One of the finest of Robin Williams

 

Othello

 

Aik hi Hadsa to hai....

As Murshid said:

 

Wise Sayings

 

One less day

 

Missing a train

 

The Best Compliment Ever!

"You make me want to be a better man.” 

 - One of the most iconic lines delivered with unforgettable depth by Jack Nicholson

Principles of High Value Men

(Not necessarily agreeing with all)

 

A leadership advice

When I was made chief resident, I was given some advice that I still carry with me.

Always keep a cool head without letting your feet go cold.

From the position of F*** You

 

A lesson from Imran Khan Captaincy

Saleem Malik on a TV interview.

 “In one of the Tests, the wickets were falling all around me but I was the only one batting very well. I was the top scorer. After I was dismissed, everyone applauded my innings, except for the captain, Imran Khan. He, in fact, was very mad with me. I was surprised and asked him why he was upset with me. He said, ‘all of us were having difficulty batting on that pitch but you were the only one who was reading the pitch very well, and playing confidently; then why did you play such a bad shot to get out. You had lots of responsibility on your shoulders, but you failed to deliver. Had you continued to bat, we would have saved the Test. You cost us the match.”

When you are in a privileged position, it brings a great deal of responsibility.

What all matters - is Dream

 

Belong....

 

Raymond - The parking attendent

 "My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, an orange vest, and a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.

But I see everything.

Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks, a young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.

One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"

"6:15," he said, confused.

"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."

He blinked. "You... you can do that?"

"I can now," I said.

The next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"

"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."

He cried. Right there in the parking lot.

Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.

But here's what changed everything: A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"

"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."

He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."

The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."

Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.

But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, whose mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box and mounted it in the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,

"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"

People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knit blanket.

I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."

So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.

Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.

It's not glamorous. But it's everything." 

Achhe log

کہتے ہیں، سب سے اچھی دعا یہ ہے کہ 

تمہیں زندگی میں اچھے لوگ ملیں

 

Life's 80/20 Principle

 

Each day!

 

Turtle Theory

 

Lessons of life - Surah Yousuf