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No Rose Without a Thorn
Men are the best creation of almighty Allah who long before creating men made up His mind for the creation of men’s destiny which.it need no telling ,leads them (men) to a state of prosperity and adversity not only in the life of this world but also in the hereafter.as Muslims it is obligatory on us to repose our firm and consolidated faith in fate and alongside men as a whole must hold on their persistent endeavours to achieve what they,as a matter of fact,feel like achieving.But the result of our achievement lies in the womb of the kind intention of the Evrlasting. As men, we usually wish for quick result;we so to speak,in a jiffy run after success successively minus thinking about the consequences of our instant thinking of acquisition. It goes without saying that our life is an admixture of joy and sorrow,a combination of pleasure and displeasure leading us to the time that we shuffle off this mortal coil. Since we are the best creation of the everlasting we must keep in the view that in pursuance of the Almighty’ predestination complete and unalloyed happiness can by on manner of means be found in the life of this world and that’s why we should once in a blue be high flying in connection with our hopefulness that relates to our instant attainment of happiness. By degrees we should be used to taking the pleasant with the unpleasant otherwise the pain and bitterness of the lack of fulfilment and unsuccess may pave the way for forceful perdition . Incas of our failure in dovetailing with what we have not been able to attain will or may coerce us into pushing up the daisies. All along of our being pusillanimous we being human beings very rarely capable of submitting to what is thorny and unpleasant. Right from our early childhood we should leave no stone unturned to accommodate to awkward circumstance pregnant with hard work, failure in endeavor, unspleasantness and so on. Thorny circumstances in our practical life can never be taken into consideration as avoidable. In the regard I want to make a special mention that some persons who have-to-fore possessed degrees of higher education from multifarious recognized universities are hardly able to accommodate to the situation prevailing in the educational instituations where they render their valuable services even though they (services) should be treated as of great consideration. Most of them despite being in the know of tyheir duties in different educational institutions are addicted to lazing away their invaluable time in unimportant detailed talks even when the class bell arrests their attention so as to take them to their respective classes on schedule . this in general happens in our county simply because they are ,in large measure heedless of the importance of their responsibilities laid down on their shoulders;they have taken to teaching,methinks,not because they are keen on coining money so that they can make sure that they re somewhat successful in their attemts to earn their livelihood. Oft-times they are scarified as they are malingeres and shikers.Some of them pass for responsible and ideal teachers because they render their services in some well-reputed educational institution in the midst of some responsible ,honest,active, dutiful and knowing teachers for whose disinterested and sincere contributins hundred per cent candidates come out successful in the public examinations annually .past all doubt, teachers as a whole shall never find teaching heavy going rather teaching ought to be interesting to a man or woman who has taken to teaching even though with some sort of education may , insome measure, seem burdensome and thorny but largely speaking this attitude towards teaching should be abandoned at the very best interest of the society as well as of the state .money may stand for the rose and unemployment problem may stand for the thorn. In a world it should be said that unemployment,though undesirable, coiming money does not estrange employment which expedities earning money or drawing salary.
By Insane Abirabout a year ago in Motivation
"The Power". AI-Generated.
Power is one of the most influential and often misunderstood forces in human life. It can inspire nations, drive change, corrupt leaders, or uplift communities. Power is not inherently good or evil; its value lies in how it is used. Whether in politics, personal relationships, business, or society at large, power shapes decisions, behaviors, and outcomes. Understanding the nature of power is essential for navigating the modern world.
By Saadkhanabout a year ago in Motivation
How to Be Successful
1. The Seed of a Dream In a small town nestled between green hills, lived a young man named Ayaan. He wasn’t born with wealth, nor did he have powerful connections. But he had something stronger—a dream. Ever since he was a child, Ayaan had a passion for technology. He would often dismantle old radios, fix broken phones, and create small devices from scrap. People around him laughed, saying, “What can a village boy do with machines?” But Ayaan didn’t let those voices stop him. Deep inside, he believed that one day, he would create something meaningful. 2. The First Steps After completing high school, Ayaan knew he had to move to the city for better opportunities. His parents could not afford to send him, but he took a bold step. He worked on a nearby farm during the day and studied at night, saving every penny. After two years of hard work, he finally had enough money to move to the city and join a diploma course in electronics. The city was overwhelming. Big buildings, busy streets, and unfamiliar faces made him feel lost. But he stayed focused. While others partied or relaxed, Ayaan spent hours in the library, watched online tutorials, and experimented in labs. He failed many times, burnt circuits, and sometimes doubted himself—but he never gave up. 3. The Struggle is Real Life in the city was not easy. Rent was high, food was expensive, and part-time jobs were hard to find. Ayaan slept on the floor of a shared room, often went to bed hungry, and walked miles to save money on transport. Yet, he smiled through it all. During his final year, he started building a prototype of a smart irrigation device to help farmers like his father. The idea was simple: using sensors to detect soil moisture and automatically water crops, saving both water and effort. But turning the idea into a working product was tough. He lacked funds, faced technical glitches, and had to redo everything more than once. 4. A Ray of Hope One day, his college announced a national innovation competition. The winner would receive funding and mentorship. Ayaan saw this as his golden chance. He worked day and night, refining his device, preparing a presentation, and rehearsing his pitch. On the day of the competition, he stood among confident students from top universities. Doubt crept in, but he took a deep breath and remembered why he started. He spoke from the heart, demonstrated his device, and explained how it could help poor farmers. The judges were impressed. They asked questions, challenged him, and finally smiled. Ayaan won second prize—but more importantly, he got noticed by a local tech startup. 5. Turning Point The startup offered Ayaan a position as a junior engineer and funding to further develop his irrigation device. With their support, he launched a small project in his village. The results were amazing: water usage dropped by 30%, and crop yield increased. Local news picked up the story, and soon Ayaan was invited to speak at events and workshops. He didn’t stop there. He formed a team, improved the device with new features like mobile alerts and solar charging, and launched a startup of his own—“SmartHarvest.” 6. Facing Bigger Challenges As the company grew, so did the challenges. Managing a team, securing investment, handling marketing, and dealing with competitors was a different world. There were moments of crisis—delayed shipments, software bugs, and financial stress. But Ayaan remembered the farm, the cold nights in the city, and the dreams he had as a child. He faced each obstacle with courage. He also started giving back—offering free training sessions to village youth, hiring local talent, and setting up labs in rural schools to spark curiosity in children. 7. The Taste of Success Within five years, SmartHarvest became a well-known name in the agri-tech industry. Ayaan received national awards, featured in magazines, and was listed in “30 Under 30” by a top business journal. But more than fame or money, what gave him joy was seeing farmers’ lives improve. His own father, who once doubted his dream, now proudly used his son’s device in their fields. Ayaan often said in interviews, “Success is not just about reaching the top. It’s about lifting others as you rise.” --- Conclusion: The True Meaning of Success Ayaan’s story teaches us a powerful lesson: Success does not come overnight. It is built through passion, hard work, persistence, and purpose. You don’t need perfect conditions to start—you just need a clear dream and the courage to chase it. No matter where you come from, no matter how many people doubt you, believe in yourself. There will be failures, there will be pain—but if you keep walking, step by step, you’ll find your road to success.
By Amir hamza Khanabout a year ago in Motivation
When I Got Lost
It was a bright Sunday morning, and the city was buzzing with excitement. The annual spring festival had finally arrived, and my family had planned a day at the city fair. I was just ten years old, curious and full of energy, ready to explore every colorful corner of the fairgrounds. My parents held my little sister’s hand while I walked a step ahead, fascinated by the sounds of laughter, music, and the sweet smell of cotton candy in the air. The fair was a huge open space filled with stalls, games, rides, and people from all around the city. My eyes sparkled as I saw clowns juggling pins, kids riding horses, and a huge Ferris wheel towering in the distance. My parents told me to stay close, but in my excitement, I wandered off, lured by a puppet show happening a few stalls away. The puppets danced and talked, and I stood there laughing, clapping my hands, forgetting everything else. When the show ended, I turned around, and to my horror, I couldn't see my parents anywhere. I spun around, scanning the crowd — hundreds of faces, but none familiar. My heart began to pound, and my hands turned cold. I had gotten lost. Panic gripped me. I tried calling out, “Ammi! Abbu!” but the noise of the fair drowned my voice. I walked around, hoping to spot their faces. I even tried retracing my steps, but everything looked different now. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I wiped them away. I didn’t want anyone to see me cry. As I wandered, I remembered what my mother had told me once: “If you ever get lost, don’t run. Stay in one place or go to someone in uniform.” With that in mind, I walked toward the security booth near the entrance. But with so many people around, I wasn’t sure where it was anymore. Then I saw a kind-looking lady selling balloons. She noticed the fear on my face and asked gently, “Are you lost, beta?” I nodded. She offered me a seat near her stall and gave me a glass of water. She didn’t ask many questions, just smiled and said, “Don’t worry, we’ll find your parents soon.” She called over a nearby policeman, and I told him my parents’ names and what they were wearing. He nodded and spoke into his walkie-talkie. Then he led me to the main control tent where announcements were being made. A few minutes later, I heard my name being called over the loudspeaker: “Attention! A boy named Amir Hamza is looking for his parents. Please come to the control tent near the central gate.” My name echoed through the fairgrounds. I felt a mix of hope and nervousness. Would they hear it? Would they come? Time seemed to crawl. I sat there quietly, trying to be brave. The kind policeman offered me a biscuit and told me stories of other children who had gotten lost and found. It helped, just a little. Then suddenly, I heard a familiar voice shouting, “Hamza!” It was my father! He rushed into the tent with my mother and sister right behind. My mother hugged me tightly, tears running down her cheeks. “We were so worried!” she cried. My father patted my head and said, “You were very brave, son.” The relief I felt at that moment was greater than anything I had ever known. I had never thought that getting lost could be so terrifying. But I also realized how helpful and kind people could be. The balloon seller, the policeman, and the control room staff had all made me feel safe. As we walked back through the fair, this time holding my parents’ hands tightly, the bright colors and loud sounds didn’t seem so exciting anymore. I was just happy to be with my family. That night, as we sat at the dinner table, I shared my little adventure with my cousins who had joined us later. They listened wide-eyed as I described how I got lost and found. My mother hugged me again and reminded me, “Always stay close and pay attention. But also remember, there are good people in the world who will help when you need it.” I nodded. That day, I not only learned the importance of being careful in a crowd but also about courage and trust. It became a story I would never forget — the day I got lost and found my way back with the help of strangers and the love of my family.
By Amir hamza Khanabout a year ago in Motivation
How Gen Z is Redefining the Job Market in 2025 . AI-Generated.
Article In 2025, Gen Z—born between 1997 and 2012—is making a significant impact on the global workforce. No longer just interns or entry-level hires, members of this generation are becoming managers, entrepreneurs, and influential voices in shaping how and where we work. As the first fully digital generation, Gen Z brings a unique blend of tech-savviness, social consciousness, and a deep desire for purpose, challenging long-held norms about careers, companies, and the meaning of work itself.
By md mafujur rahman about a year ago in Motivation
How we’re approaching AI-generated writing on Medium
Last month, we asked the Medium community what you think about AI-generated writing, and many of you responded. We received hundreds of comments and emails expressing a wide range of perspectives, from excitement over the potential uses of these new tools to deep concern about the impact they’ll have on a writing platform like Medium, which prizes human knowledge and experience.
By Md kamrul Islamabout a year ago in Motivation
How We Use AI To Publish 50+ Human-Like Articles Per Month
Are you struggling to publish long-form blog posts consistently? These days, businesses and websites thrive on content, and blog posts are very important for SEO. But it takes time to publish long-form content, and that too consistently.
By Md kamrul Islamabout a year ago in Motivation
The Last Bite
I still remember the taste of that last roti. Not because it was delicious—but because it was the first time I realized what hunger truly meant. Not the kind that gnaws at your belly, but the kind that hides behind a smile and starves quietly… for someone else. This is the story of my mother. And how her silent sacrifices built the foundation of my future. Dust, Salt, and Silence I grew up in a village so forgotten that Google Maps still gets lost in its winding roads. Our house had a tin roof that sang in the rain and walls that whispered cold winds in winter. My mother, Shabana, was a widow at 32. My father died in a factory fire when I was six. From that day, her eyes never cried again—but her back bent just a little more each year, as if grief had weight, and she carried it without complaint. She worked three jobs—cleaning, washing clothes, and making rotis for a small dhaba. Every evening she would return home smelling of flour, sweat, and detergent. I would wait by the door, pretending to read my torn science textbook under the lantern’s dim light. She would always smile and ask, “Kya parha aaj?” (What did you study today?) And I would lie: “Sab kuch.” (Everything.) Because the truth was, I couldn’t concentrate. Not when I knew she hadn’t eaten all day. --- The Smallest Plates Hold the Deepest Love Dinner was always simple: one roti each, some salt, and onion slices if we were lucky. But there was something odd—no matter how little food we had, she always claimed she wasn’t hungry. “Tu kha le, mujhe pet nahi lag raha aaj.” (You eat. I’m not hungry today.) I believed her for years. Until one night, when I was around 12, I woke up thirsty. As I tiptoed past the kitchen, I saw her quietly tearing a piece of stale roti left from the previous morning—dipping it in water to soften it. She didn’t see me. She just sat there in silence, chewing slowly, wiping her eyes every few seconds. That was the night I stopped being a child. --- The Dream She Never Spoke Of She never said, “Become a doctor.” She never said, “Change our lives.” She only said, “Padh le beta, sab theek ho jayega.” (Study, my child. Everything will be fine.) When I asked her once if she had any dreams, she laughed and said, “Sapne? Mere sapne toh tu hai.” (Dreams? You are my only dream.) So I studied. At first for her. Then for us. And then... for the kids like me who needed someone to tell them it’s possible. I topped the district in high school. Got a scholarship for pre-med. Traveled to the city for the first time. That train ride away from home felt like cutting my own veins—leaving her behind felt like betrayal. She smiled when she waved goodbye. But her eyes… they weren’t just crying. They were praying. --- The Envelope I Almost Didn’t Open First year of med school was brutal. I barely survived on the canteen’s cheapest meals. I missed home, I missed her rotis, and I missed her warmth. One day, I received a crumpled envelope with Rs. 300 and a note that read: > Beta, Mujhe ek nayi roti machine mili hai. Extra kaam mil gaya hai. Tumhare liye bheja hai. Dawa lena, aur kuch accha kha lena. — Ma
By Doctor marwan Dorani about a year ago in Motivation
Steal my blogging strategy to grow your blog in 2025!
If you know me, I started my first blog in 2023. I wanted to make some passive income from it, and it’s still being processed. Well, many of you think blogging is dead in 2025? Especially regional blogging? If you ask me these questions, then my answer will be “NO’’, but why? The answer is here
By Md kamrul Islamabout a year ago in Motivation
