Barren emotions: blog of the month

It is the 28th of September 2007, I am sitting in my living room, pondering over the recent events in my life, in the world, the political situations, the turmoils, the holy month of Ramadan and so on. But before I could begin to write, I am thankful to my friend who wrote a scribbled blog to keep you entertained. I am sure most of you are very occupied with the Holy month of Ramadan and the busy routine. But did we change during this pious month? what changes were made to our character? to our inner self? did we remain hard as a tyrrant and not refrain from carrying out evil doings? Did we keep cheating others and keep making the other believe we are superior over the other? Did we stop making the other feel they were too low or not good enough to be introduced as the person we love to our social circle? Were we too double faced to stand and face the truth and take responsibilty? Did we stop thinking about the Hereafter and only think about this world? Did we not stop and think how Imaan ( faith) is not about showing off but about not letting one hand know of the other's doings? How when charity was given we were not suppose to boast about it?How designer things meant nothing but a touch of branding that can not change a person's personality if you are simply DISGUSTING?Did we do all that was expected from us?

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