ASIF SULTAN MATTA

An Invisible Love Asif Sultan 26-03-2015 Today, at the crack of dawn I rubbed my eyes and bade adieu to the akin of death. My room suffocating made my breath choke. I stretched my right arm to open the window beside my bed. A solacing breeze was welcomed by my smothering room, that made my surrounding pleasing and placid. As I stood up and kneeled down near the window the tickling surfs kissed my face. I could see the wall of attached green trees-seem defensive border of my territory- and birds- like soldiers alarming my foes that they're there awaking to protect me and my land. As I descend down my eyes from the delighting mountains-swathed by gleaming white snow- near to my window I could see a small mound of mud draped with green grass as if a luring green carpet laid to balm my itching eyes and delight my heart. There came a flock of mynas and squaited thereon, playing naughtily like small kids. I wondered, they're dancing to entertain me; soothe me and give me a be

My Beloved Teacher Asif Sultan Matta 2:00 am. 16th March 2015 My mentor, my comrade, my healer & soothe Curious, Critical & the seeker of truth Teacher of life and reality of dreams, Like a shining moon his face gleams Failing in thanking made me restless Made me tremble and turned sleepless Haled me to ablute at mid-night and pray Concern of yours and the favors you bade Tears trickle down out of my eyes Feeling of thanks for looking up skies Mercy and long life I plead for you Doleful around are desperate for you Wish I to learn one more thing from you That how can I bid you a real 'thank you' Changes in me are really so great, Shook off my pains and gloomy fate A peaceful restlessness your talks give me Made me strong and have set me free My honour, my teacher and the list goes on Inspiration of mine is dear Waqas Kh'an. ~Asif Sultan Matta (Dedicated to his beloved teacher)

Know your Dreams Asif Sultan Matta Dreams give you a reason to live, facts don’t.  In order to know one’s dreams one must know ones purpose of life. There are two purposes of one’s life. It is actually only one, but to make it simple I have classified it into two. One is to serve our creator, which Quran talks about is, Wa ma khalak tul jinna wal insa illaa li’yae’budoon” “ We have not created men and Jinn except to worship”. We’ve been created by God so that we may do what he wants us to do; to obey his guidance in our personal and public affairs. The second purpose, which is actually the further manifestation of the former one, is to serve the creation, which Iqbal beautifully explains in the following words, Dard e dil k wastay paida kiya insaan ko Warna taa’at ke liye kuch kam na the Karo’biyan. Man cannot live independently. He needs others' help. There are many dimensions of life, which man falls short to get mastery over. Every one cannot be a doctor to treat h