For the love of Urdu

I always liked writing. And telling stories. I definitely like writing more because it gives me time to choose better words. My friends say that I have stories within my story (who thinks its a complement?!?!? Yup, me neither 😉 )

Anyways, where were we? Oh yeah, writing! I always enjoyed writing. And not just writing, I love writing in Urdu, my first language. Whether short stories, excerpts, Haikus, etc, I love them all.

I just love the language. Um…May be I should rephrase that, I am in loveeee with Urdu. I feel a unique connection with it. The type of attachment people have with their names. Or anything that represents their identity.

Or may be I love it so much because I don’t have to think several times before coming up with a sentence. My tongue doesn’t get caught up in the grammar.  The words easily find their way from my heart to the tongue, or in this case, the words come easily from the heart to pores of my fingers.

Thank you to the family & friends who encouraged me to express myself & write again in Urdu. I have started another blog, specifically for Urdu.  I also write in Roman Urdu to make it easy for people who can’t read Urdu but understand it.

~*~  رنگِ حیات  ~*~

This blog is dedicated to the Colors of Life,
In the love of Urdu, for peace of my soul,
And for the sake of my heart…

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P.S. Since photos make all the blog posts look so much cooler, the shown above one is from Venice. To give some colors to this entry!
P.P.S.  I’m officially celebrating Meet-My-Friends-Week before heading back to where I came from…

ڈوبنے والا تھا میں اور ساحل پر چہروں کا ہجوم
پل کی مہلت تھی میں کس کو آنکھ بھر کر دیکھتا
(احمد فراز)