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.
~ Mirat-ul-Hayat
~Rumi
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