Nowadays old memories haunt me more than dreams of future. Old is always Gold. I miss Moulana M. A. Jameel Ahmed Sahib most. I miss my college buddies. I miss my SIO days.
Those pleasing evenings when we used to assemble in libraries and drawing rooms, those passionate discussions, those dreamy talks of Hukumat-e-Ilahi, those enchanting words of Iqamat-e-deen, shahadat-e-huq and ummatan wasatan. I miss them.
Those endless cups of tea and tireless discussions on the state of Muslim Ummah.. I miss them.
Nowadays I find myself immersed in my work. My world has shrinked to world of books and words.
I need that passion back. I need that dream back. I yearn for that innocence. I crave for that fascination. Give me my world back.Azm-e-Muhkam ataa kar khudaaya
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