From Afshan Naveed's wall

This is Karachi Central Jail. As I talk about welcoming women prisoners to Ramadan, I see their enthusiasm. I tell them and I feel that they are in the wonderful stages of cognition after suffering the sorrows of the times, whether they are guilty or innocent, but they have seen the form of this world that now another human being Has awakened inside.
Yes, teaching was going on. The bewildered eyes of the women prisoners were such that suddenly a woman in a lady police uniform peeked into the corridor where we were sitting. He looked at a woman and said, "Meet." Just hearing the word changed the color of this happy woman's face, at the same time her very handsome 15 year old beautiful little girl said "Aunty sorry, we have met, please". She was almost running, jumping up and down the ranks in a world of selflessness. Behind her, her mother also slipped away and disappeared from sight.
Meeting Meeting Meeting
The lesson is over. Thinking all the way, the prisoners are very happy when someone comes to meet them. Who would come to meet here! Many women say that no one has come to see them for many years.
The only difference is the four walls. What is our attitude and feelings when someone comes to visit us suddenly? And meeting there is everything. What would be the condition of the heart seeing your loved ones! What can be said, how much is left unsaid.
The Holy Prophet (sws) has made the world a prison for the believer.
What is a prison? How are prisoners? What do you think? How can you meet the prisoners!
The same sun rises in their sky, the same moon shines in the corridors of the prison. The aroma of biryani also comes from their tablecloths, and even the beauty parlor is in jail. Hospitals, schools, computer labs, and more. But it is a prison! Who loves the pleasures there! There are mountains every day, boredom every day; those walls will be dusty. Freedom is their biggest dream.
Praying, I said, "O Allah, bestow on our sisters this Ramadan Sahar and Iftar dinner at their homes among their loved ones." So often they would say Amen, Amen, and weep with their faces in their hands. ۔
At the Sahar and Iftar table of the house, one never misses the thought that this house is the greatest of these blessings. Greater than any blessing with your loved ones. If you want to know, ask the prisoners.
Then the world was called a prison for the servant of the believer. God, there is not a single value in common between us and these prisoners. At what stages of cognition, how closely did they see the world, who has even given three divorces?
And we are drowning in the whole world. Raising his hand, Hullman said more and more ages passed and life became more comfortable. I wish we could get the knowledge of these prisoners.
How happy Wafa was when the meeting came; the meeting is coming too. What is waiting so anxiously? What is the preparation for this meeting?
On her return from the meeting, she opened the big shopper and started showing it. "My favorite ice cream, fried fish, chocolate bar." Her sister-in-law came to visit; how many accessories she brought for her little happiness.
At the end of this prison, we also have the promises of blissful paradises, but when did we consider the world as a prison! There is a lot to be done to get the sincerity like loyalty from the meeting, to get the information "meeting"; And subconsciously waiting for the same sweet, beautiful.
"Mrs. Farooqi, you have paid your dues."
Speaking of yesterday, it must have been only ten or twelve years since I was associated with Al-Muhsinat. The two girls, who were physically weak, were university students. Since she lived in my area, we used to come together. In this way, both of them and their determined mother got a chance to talk.
A woman whose 3 out of 9 children are physically weak but she was working hard to make him a good person.
I found them very encouraging, always full of struggle and determination.
One by one the children were getting married. When economic difficulties came, he did not allow them to become a thorn in his side, he sacrificed everything for his family which can be imagined.
Just last week, the daughter was married. Three days ago, the newlyweds were leaving their daughter with the bride and four other loved ones when the car collided with a trailer on the highway and the car caught fire. Burned bodies could not be identified.
Where do you get the words of condolence from the house where the funeral took place?
Holding the hand of my determined student Nada Farooqi, I could not say anything except Anallah Wana Ilya Rajaun. Yesterday, when the shadows of evening were falling, the participants in the women's meeting were talking about the philosophy of Anna Allah that these few words are a mirror of the life of a believer that he does not understand anything of his own. What a pleasure for the passenger from the passenger compartment! What is the interest of a prisoner in prison?
Nada took my hand and said: Madam, your daughter Sadaf is gone. I said: The hospitality of the Lord is a great thing. I was in full consciousness, listening to the lesson with satisfaction. There were tears in the eyes of the participants.
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