3:25 a.m.
I sit here tonight to write… the household sleeps as does half the city of Karachi, Pakistan. A few days ago i turned thirty two. The new birth year brings with it new promises of hope, of joy and laughter. Of endless moments where i have to be a son(in law), brother(in law), husband and most importantly father. It’s a time to reflect upon the past and boldly go where no man has gone before; towards a future unknown.
It’s a juggling act; playing all these roles at the same time. An act that at times gets tiring. I wish sometimes that I could just disconnect from all that is around me and focus on the finer less worldly things inside my own mind.
I’m not an escapist or an ostrich. I just need time to sit in the mountains with some monks and listen to some singing bowls perhaps.
I wish that I could harness all the beauty, joy and happiness that Zoey, my two and something year old daughter brings into my daily life and put it in words to share with you. But words fail me. She has the power to move me to tears and lift me up out of the darkness that sometimes surrounds my senses in ways that only she can.
I wish I had the strength, courage and vision that Kanwal, my wife has. Afterall, she married me.
I pray to God to take care of me like He always has until the day He decides to meet me in person.
I’m not sure what the point of this blog post is. I just felt like sharing with you across the universe; my random thoughts I guess.
Till the next time,
Love and Peace,
Me.

I guess youl get to the mountains your self but here is 10 mins of peaceful bowls.