Terrorists Attack Peshawar University- If I Die

Lets assume, as we are good in assumptions, that the University of Peshawar is attacked by terrorists since it has always been easy for them to attack the students and young professionals of our country particularly the Pashtoon blood, which is so tempting. So lets assume that terrorists attack Peshawar University. If I die in such an attack, if i loose my life in the institute where i go five days a week to get educated. Then here are a few things I would have to say.
'Don't tell my family that i was a brave warrior and i got martyrdom in a Holy war. I never wanted to die for my country when i knew i could live for it. I wanted to serve my country my entire life. I wanted to love my country the way i thought it deserved to be loved. And live enough to see my younger generations prospering. I never wanted to take a bullet when i knew i could learn, and spread enough awareness to stop many bullets.
Don't give my mother handsome amounts and plots. Use the money in bringing books, Modern books to the schools that never had them before. Change the course and modify them. Introduce
Don't give any school my name. It will benefit no one. List the names of the People that are targeted by terrorists along with the places they belonged to and the role they played in the society. Make these lists available to everyone and easy to access for our younger generations and let them figure out what the enemy actually targets.
Let my countrymen and countrywomen know i loved them all and i wanted to write for them. I wanted to live with them. I never wanted to die in vain, i never wanted to leave this world without speaking against these animals even once.'
I might have much more to say but it is not desirable for a dead person to have so much to say. So this would be the only message i would like to give when i die. And no one should have a problem with what I'd say because you can't complain about what dead people say.

Would Red be Red If Blue Was Red?

Once there was a man who used to go to a colorful Garden that had many types of flowers. Colorful Roses, Tulips, Jasmines and many others. Many colorful butterflies and flowers lived there in peace and harmony. The man always sat near a bunch of daffodils and would enjoy the Visual music of the Garden.

Once all the yellow Butterflies decided that they would destroy all flowers Other than yellow because they were not of the same color as of their wings.

The man who sat nearby, where they were planning against Other flowers, was listening to the Chief's speech. "Kill them for they are not Like us! Kill Them for whatever they are other than Yellow. It is their fault that they are born Red or Pink. They are the weak races, corrupt by nature. They are Low! they are impure. Kill them for they are not Original. Only Yellow is Original. Only Yellow is the Best of all colors. And Yellow shall prevail."

"My fellow Yellow butterflies! I, the Yellowest of you all, hence the best of you all, declare that Yellow flowers are the only flowers that should continue to live on this land. And once we eliminate all those Other than Yellow, we shall than demand all Other Butterflies to leave this place at once. Or we shall kill them too. For they looked like those Different from us."

The man continued to visit the garden daily till there were no Other flowers found in the garden except whatever that was yellow. Shortly after the disappearance of all colors except Yellow, he noticed a drastic decay in the number of all Other butterflies. Gone were days when the Garden was colorful. It was now Yellow. Only Yellow.

He still visited the garden but not very often now, and whenever he did, he'd leave quickly. One day he was going back after spending a few minutes in the Garden when he heard a few of the Darker Yellow butterflies talking to the Chief about some Lighter Yellow Butterflies and Lighter Daffodils and Dandelions. He knew what they were going to do but left anyways.

A week later when he came he saw all the light Yellow Flowers and Butterflies were "gone". He was devastated as he had nothing to look at, but the Yellow. The daffodils were no more beautiful, they were just too Yellow to look at. The Butterflies too had nothing different. There were arguments about who was More Yellow or Less Yellow in every corner of the lawn. There were no butterflies or flowers anymore, all left there were Rooted Yellows and Winged Yellows. Their Yellowness blinded them to the beauty of diversity and the taste of variety. The man left in utter despair and disappointment. He stopped going to the Garden for sometime.

One day He was passing by the same road. Hope and Curiosity dragged him into the Garden once again. But what he saw was frightening and he immediately regretted going there. He saw the Chief, the Most respectable and Most Yellow of all, sitting weak and lonely. He had no one he could be superior to. No one he could identify with. His Yellowness could not save him from the haunted breeze and hungry birds. There was only one yellow dandelion left that was regretting it's silence.

What once had been a sea of colors and variety, was now a land of dead leaves and dry stems. There was nothing to admire in the Garden anymore. The Yellow Butterflies who thought they were the best and interacting with Others (who seemed 'Low' to them), was against their Superiority destroyed the natural beauty of a Land of mutli-colored origin. Their idea of elimination of Other colors and sense of superiority just because of the color of their wings, led them to eliminate each other and eventually their own selves. The Garden was no more a garden and offered nothing but Barrenness and a Lack of life. As what is Life but (occurance and experience of) continuous Chance

"Gentle-Beating" Of Wife-Something The Prophet Never Did

By 'The Prophet' i mean The Holy Prophet Muhammad (p.b.u.h). And yes he never exercised any such 'power'(as we call it) over his wives. So is the ideology of Islamic Ideology Council of Pakistan more refined than the vision and teachings of my Beloved Prophet? I'm not saying they are wrong. But I'm saying the Prophet was right.
His first marriage was with

• an older lady, and 
• a business woman. 

He never Asked her to stop making her own money did he?
His Youngest wife was a business woman, and she still is roll modal of many young ambitious Muslim girls.
But I see in our society such ladies who are into business are not considered ..... that good. So is there something wrong with us, because that might mean something i don't want to say.
Another example, is the People who did the so-called blasphemy in his lifetime, were never punished instead they were treated so well that they'd rethink about what they were doing. In many known cases, they converted to Islam. Like that old lady who used to throw trash at the Holy Prophet, Isn't it the biggest example of Blasphemy. Or wait, Is it the people of Taif who threw stones at the Prophet and his companion upon their first visit. And the Angel Gabriel came down to crush the entire city in between two mountains but the Prophet not only refused to make any such dua. He prayed (all good) for the next generations of that city instead. Again i'm not saying there is anything wrong with the laws on Blasphemy, i'm just saying the Prophet (p.b.u.h) was right and his ways are the best ways.
He NEVER hit any of his wives, be it gently or not-so-gently. He just never did it. God Forbid, but do we think we are better then the Teacher Of Islam? Because THAT would be the actual Blasphemy. As the Prophet never did things that we are trying to include in our Islam. Beating of wives is a cultural problem of this part of the world and Islam has nothing to do with it. But mixing culture with religion is violence, and Muslims from all across the world, then, can have their say in it. Because if it is in Islam then there was no special version for this country or that country, there has always been One Islam, Muhammad(p.b.u.h)'s Islam. Any one trying to make any change to it has to answer questions asked by any follower of Muhammad (p.b.u.h) and his Islam. Because this is nothing close to what my Prophet taught.