Life

Its 2:48AM January first.... just got home from 2 events. One was a party at a really really good friend's house and the other was at the Mosque. Yes I know what some of you might be thinking...

Before we get into all that lets look back and see how I got where I am today. It all began a very very long time ago...

It was a nice cool day, in a region which is mostly very hot during summer and mildly cold during winter, of 16th September 1984; I was born in Ganga Ram hospital in the capital city Lahore of Pakistani Punjab. I am first of 3 brothers so I did get the most love, I think, as well as the most responsibility and pressure. Now when I look back into my past and look into the circumstances that I grew up in, the more I think about it the more I appreciate the sacrifices of my parents.

Before I go on, the following might seem like a made up story to some but rest assured its not.

This is the point where you are introduced to my parents:

Meet my dad, Abdul Jabbar Anjum, who's family migrated from Ferozpur India in 1947 while migration he lost some family member. I am not going to get into the history of partition of India and Pakistan, because depending on what side you ask you might get different opinions. But what is for sure is that it was the bloodiest mass migration in recent history. You are more than welcome to go and do your own research. So yea... at that time he wasn't born. They had some land in India which they couldn't claim after migration to Pakistan. They moved to Bahawalpur, Pakistan. My dad was born in Pakistan on 15th April 1957. When he was 8 my grand father passed away. He is number 4 of 5, 4 brothers and 1 sister. The living conditions were probably about the same as most brown parents tell. But I have seen the place where he grew up and I have seen the condition his brothers live in. All I can say is that someone had to work really hard to get out of that condition. Without getting into any more details. The more I learned about my father's life the more I idealize this man. The accounts of his life were taken from sources other than my dad. So yea basically he had to fight poverty. Lets fast forward to his move to Lahore. After college he got a scholarship to go to university in Lahore. He did chemical Engineering from the University of Punjab. He lived with my grand mother and his younger brother my uncle, in a rented apt in A-1 Township, Lahore. His elder brothers were with their families in Boriwala close to Bahawalpur. So he became the head of the house in Lahore. He started tutoring to earn money to run the house and to educate himself as well as his younger brother. His last year of university before he graduated he married my mom.

Now a bit about my mom.

more coming soon.... as I said before I am lazy :P

The beginning

Bismillah Hir Rah Maniraheem... In the name of Allah the most merciful, the most beneficial.

As most of you have guessed this is my first post. Now I know you are all wondering what took me so long? Truth be told... I never really liked the idea of having my thoughts online. But recently there have been many things going to my mind and I am too lazy to write but not lazy enough to type go figure... So to kind of organize my thoughts and to have a diary I have started this post.

As you can already tell this is going to be an interesting thought process because I know my thoughts don't make sense all the time and that I have mixed feelings... Read the first paragraph again...

So let the journey begin...