A little Miracle...in the Qureshi family!!!

I remember the day when i came to visit you, I remember the days i played with, I remember the days i fought with you and i remember the days I felt closer to you....seeing you grow from a infant to a man has been quite a journey.....Yes I was not the best of elder brothers..but maybe one day...Ur cute little feet and fingers and ur cute little cheeks and bumpy....I saw you grow even though i lost track of you...never lost a place in my heart....I wish you all the best and May Allah bless you with all the success in the world...Keep your head held high and accomplish those goals that you have set for yourself in life....Even though ur a thousands of miles away from me I can still feel ur presence in my heart....Thank you for always being there for me....being there when i really needed someone...May you see many many more celebrations. My only wish right now is to hug you and kiss you with all my heart and soul....I Miss you Gude Miss you alot. Wish I could spend all my time with you and Moosa....InsAllah. Keep being mischief, taunting and naughty because thats the way i love you..... if my writing was too EMO!!! i take it as a compliment...!!!!

Un amigo, un hermano ...Un mentor, Feliz Cumpleanos

Its been 17 years from the moment we met. I clearly remember the day as it was yesterday. And over these years understanding your ideology has been a great journey. I cherish these memories and many more to come. Our brotherhood bond has grown stronger and concrete. Our understanding and ideology has taken a mutual track...and I wish what success lies ahead of us May Allah guide and help Us. May you have a promising future and a successful life. It always makes me smile when i remember the mischief we did and those long drives by the shore line smoking cigarette and listening to good old Beatles. Happy Birthday My Friend, My brother...Never let anything anger you always stay positive..Our Country Need People like you.

Just by the Sanctuary...!

Ugarit a civilization, a religion, a palace, a culture, an Echo....a Sanctuary, a port to the most powerful sea right in the heart of the middle Earth....a sea that joins the three closet....Ugarit a story, a myth, a memory, the birth place of the oldest tune......a mystery that is still unsolved...a story that has not been heard....a chapter that has never been read.....Sorrow filled and the deceased passed....A History became Legend and the Legend became a myth.....Malik Jandali calls to all to feel, to understand, to extract, to give credit to the soul of tune....Malik Jandali explains a Kingdom with a Port: "Ugarit". By his fine composing and performance he tells the world about this beautiful Mystic Kingdom what it was known for....Tune: A comfort for the soul, a question to many answers, a feeling of many joys....a flow of a native....a passion of many religions, a truth no one follows....a desire being stopped....then i cry "let me listen to those words...they will give me what i want: knowledge of the world so beautiful and never made aware to me.......let me listen more and more what is Ugarit? I want to know please call me out and make me feel what it is and how it could make me feel free....was it abandoned?..it was abandoned, betrayed, destroyed....let me look at it again; a place full of mystery". Listen to what Malik Jandali plays and interpret your own feelings because that is what he told me to do..... :) Echoes of Ugarit.

"Thank You "A simple eight letter word...could hold so much meaning?

May 2nd 1958, God created a being who would later bore three amazing sons. Never have I felt closer to this creation of God....what she has done for me over the years is not that simple to explain or acknowledge....even the words in the dictionary would fall short of her ways and affection she has shown me. Life is so misty that even with in these misty walls that i have created she would always show me the path and guide me towards the right direction....Every time i fell she would lift me up and nurture me, every time someone would get angry at me, she would lift her voice to an extent that it would create a fear around them so they would retreat and never think of returning, when ever i would fail she would teach me to be better, when ever i achieve something she would place that achievement on the highest wall so every one could see and praise me and when i felt sad and depress she would take me in her arms to lessen the burden and relieve me from the pain with in. My dearest mother, even a simple Thank You would mean so much today i never would have realized.May God Bless you with Happiness, Joy and a Beautiful Long life...May God fill you with Ecstasy of Life and Flourish you with Achievements and Success in the field of Art....May God help you paint the best canvas of your life so it could call out to those who are in dire need of help with parenting. Happy Birthday Mother, with all my heart and soul, with every breath and joy, with every tear and sorrow I love you.

Never stop smiling you have great Man right next to you....live your life to its fullest and dont worry to much, your sons will do great in life.

Does greatness have its limit....??

"A hero I will always Cherish"

On April the 28th 2010, a date that will live in infamy.....A memory, a performance, a situation and a feeling that could never go....Barca Vs Inter Second leg. Barca required only two goals to see themselves at Madrid for the Champions League final...was it fate or just another miracle by God. "Remauntada" was the cry from the Loyal of Barca, a hope that we could accomplish what we as a team have worked so hard for, but fate had its own toll. Barca played their skin out, with an amazing 85% possession and 20 shoots on goal...reaching a 2 goal target at the start looked very convincing but in the last 10 min as the time was drifting away like a slow tide on an evening shore, it was like my entire soul was screaming for a miracle to happen with every breath came Barca Barca please do something...but the time ticked away and the hope started to fade. A goal came at the brink of the closing minutes but it was not enough for Barca to see through. Inter defended their heart out, they knew a single space provided to Barca and the defense will fall. Pep proved to the world that Barca was no match for a normal team to face...but it only takes a Miracle...."Mou" to prove every one wrong. We lost, Barca lost, but in style. With our head held high we walked off the field. The only thing that made me and i am sure other barca fans must have felt it too was none other then our "No.9 Samuel Eto'o". Seeing him celebrating with an other team was so painful that nothing less then a river of tears would have overcome the pain. I missed Eto'o so much, that only a wish could fulfill my desire..."What if he was with us?? I wish he was" a cry from with in. What Samuel gave to us it is hard to forget. A classic player..."Money is the route of all evil" neither the coach or the team had any problem only the administration... Pep knew losing Eto'o was a mistake but he kept quite as he alone cannot voice his concern regarding financial matters. I wish i could have seen him celebrate with us..but this is fate. Samuel Eto'o you will always be a Bluagarana for me and the generations coming. With a whole hearted applaud for what you have done for Barca....God Speed Eto'o.

Three Musketeer in a French Sandwich.....

"The Three Musketeers.......with a cherry on top"

The world cup is becoming interesting day by day...looks like the big guns face more scandal then any normal Hollywood celebrity. After the famous English triangle comes the new French Sandwich. Seems like all the earnings is put to a better use. With each Player bagging an average earning of €4.7 million, spending 2000 pounds per night over the lovely Dehar would not be a problem.....wait did they know before they were spending those pounds that Miss Dehar was underage???? Well from what i can say is...The Three Musketeer are playing innocent about knowing the girls age. There is a saying "With Power comes great responsibilities" guess for them the saying should have been "With Money comes great opportunities ": opportunity to go wild and crazy... Instead of playing football these guys are more interested in creating a bad image of an already broken and weak French National Team. I am not a big fan of France Football team, but i would feel sorry if there case back fires. In France Prostitution is leagal but not when a minor is involed.

Best of luck Ribery " Please dont come to Barca we have a great Image which you will spoil, with Bayern now defn. thinking of selling you".

Congratulation Benzi " Looks like Real will have a very long meeting with you, and they will confirm that youll be their bench warmer and ball boy for the term they have signed you for"

Wahoo Seriously Sidney Govou " Lyon for the first time in many years have qualified for Champions League....your escapade will defn. put ur career in jeoperdy and the teams hope of reaching there first CL final in doubts."

What Were YOU Guys Thinking........

why I call my self a Blugrana......

Being a part of culture that does not follow football that much....i started following football the moment i played my first game. FIFA 1998. At that time one would basically follow the main country teams..like Brazil or Italy or Argentina. After knowing what is beyond that i started discovering the real world of football. It was amazing, a collection of super talented players in one team. As my dad say league is something u would love all ur life and it will keep entertaining u till the end. It was 1998 when i started following the EPL as it was a league that most people talked about.I supported Manchester United as they would win everything. The moments passed and knowledge developed about how league works and what other leagues exist. 2004 i clearly remember when i started watching Barca play...the TV would show there matches really late at night so i would miss most of them. 2005/06 season was the biggest turning point in becoming a Barca fan...Exams just got over and it was late at night when Barca vs Arsenal CL was aired..The win changed every thing..I felt more like a Blugrana then ever..My friends and family still stuck with the idea that EPL is better i decided to be different, Life has never been better...with every passing moment I pray to God for Barca and the victories it will see. The Heart and Soul are now completely Blue and Red with out doubt. and since that time havent missed a single match......Blugrana for Life.