Maaz Wasiullah Blog

The moment growth and development of the fetus begins, one remarkable and miraculous history is happening. By few weeks of gestation, the placenta and fetal circulation is complete and the parts of the fetus appear. Astonishingly which make each one of us unique and incomparable to any other human being become clear; and it’s our fingers. Isn't it outlandish that your finger prints are just yours. No one on this round planet has finger prints as yours or there is no set similar to yours? How come your finger prints are different than the person sitting besides you or standing in front of you? Have you ever scrutinized your finger prints? Have your mind ever crossed a thought that how these lines, ridges and arches makes you superior than any of the hi-tech technology invented? These lines are a special and are peculiar from of identification of an individual. They serve as a pretty reliable form of Identification. It cannot be forged or reproduced by anyone in any manners. Some...

 It was hot summer day in midst May and sun was scorching with all it's strength. It was 9AM in the morning and I was waiting to board my flight to Riyadh in the waiting lounge of Chatrapti Shivaji International Airport, - Terminal 2 of Mumbai. Suddenly, a pretty girl whose hair was the color of a midnight during a dark winter night with moon hanging as a wraith-silver disc. It lay back in curls from her delicate ears. Her deep sea colored  eyes shone with mischief as she bit back a breathtaking smile. She scrunched up her nose and gave in to pealing laughter as her friend cracked joke. Soon, the laughter died, but its aftermath sat upon her luscious lips. She had an oval flawless face. The lithesome girl adjusted her hemline of her abaya and pulled it down as it had ridden up showing of her denim jeans. In her black abaya, she was like springtime come alive in these heated days of summer. "Passengers are requested to move to gate number 71 to board flight number SV748 to...

I've been read this book called "The Thousand Splendid Suns" by Khaled Hosseini. It inspires and motivates me not because I've been through the lifetime but it made lots of thoughts and things prevail in to my 2 gram brain.  The thoughts struck me weren't the unnecessary ones but those were a part of history. My history ; My past ; My life. I believe in 'Every day is a brand new day'. What happens the previous day could never repeat today. The basic life cycle like waking up in the morning, eating, dressing, college routine may remain same but in reality no day can be exactly alike the other days. We do different things, different actions, we may feel different emotions, speak different words or even a different languages. As soon as you close your eyes in the night, one chapter of your life is over. Waking up on another sunrise corresponds to completely new chapter of life. So basically nights flip chapters of our life and regulates it as demanded by ...

As we all know, time is fleet.The tick tock of the clock is one of the mutual sound we hear. You can hear the drone of the clock in midst of the darkest nights. It can never be paused, rewound, forwarded or stopped, breaking of the machine of low voltage is an exception. How much significance do we give to the 'ticking' of the clock? How can we even call it significant? We may see it as unnoticeable; put less importance into little things like the sound we hear from the clock but it gives meaning to every second, every minute or should I say every single moment we have, because “Every tick of the clock formulates history.” Well, from the very moment we came in to this chaotic world, the tick tock of the clock synchronizes with our life and things betiding upon us. There are billions of people in this world, and could you imagine that a lot of history already happened with just a single tick of a clock? It could be a history of happiness, sadness, tragedy, hatred, humiliati...