Mirat ul Hayat
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- Author: Akber Ameen Memon
- Product Code: AM-001
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Akbar Ameen is one of the youngest published author since now. He is 13 years old from Sukkur, Sindh. Age can’t be an obstacle for him to go ahead. H..
Akbar Ameen is one of the youngest published author since now. He is 13 years old from Sukkur, Sindh. Age can’t be an obstacle for him to go ahead. He wants people to love Allah, to sacrifice for him and to praise him. He likes the subject of ‘Ishq e Haqiqi’ and he want to spread this subject in the hearts of believers. Everything form of creation which exists is in fact the slave of creator. Akbar wants to pen books with the concurrency of Allah and Muhammad (S.A.W).
Mirat-ul-Hayat is an Arabic name which means the ‘Mirror of Life’. The story comprises the ordinary but somehow extraordinary obstacles of young Alex, an atheist.
Story’s main part is the explanation of the Hadith of Muhammad (S. A. W)
“The world is the paradise for nonbeliever and a prison for a believer.”
Alex achieves everything but his life has lack of peace. He starts finding peace in film industry. Nothing is hard for the creator. Story tells the deep meaning of Mirat-ul-Hayat and readers will see the flowering of knowledge as well. Alex’s harsh journey from being copper to being gold was not so easy.
His life was trying to become garden of blossoms.
Be lost in the Call
Lord, said David, since you do not need us,
why did you create these two worlds?
Reality replied: O prisoner of time,
I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,
and I wished this treasure to be known,
so, I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart;
its darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you've never seen the face. Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw Yet clean away the mud and straw,
and a mirror might be revealed.
Until the juice ferments a while in the cask,
it isn't wine. If you wish your heart to be bright,
you must do a little work.
My King addressed the soul of my flesh:
You return just as you left.
Where are the traces of my gifts?
We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold.