Hey Everyone.
I am very happy to announce that in a short time, we received over 23 articles on the topic and we have chosen top 10 and forwarded to our jury.
Me, Writer, Publisher
Samana Riaz, J.E.J
Asghar Abbas, Internationally published writer
And Hafiza Noor.ul.Ain, Writer of The Youth Of Pakistan, International writer
And we will be announcing the best three on Dec, 31st
Top 10 will get certificates and their articles will be published on my website and top 3 will get cash prizes, 2000, 1500 and 1000 along with certificate and submission of their articles in Beyond Sanity Publishing anthology next year in June.
Will update the details soon!
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Is This Quaid.e.Azam's Pakistan
Monday, December 21, 2015
Quaid.e.Azam Day
Josh e Junoon in collaboration with Beyond Sanity Publishing is organizing an online article writing competition on the topic
"Is this Quaid's Pakistan"
Total words : 1000
Last date of submission: 24th December 2015 till 12am night.
Email at: joshejunoon2012@gmail.com
Its an open invitation for all.anyone can submit it.
Top 10 articles will be published by Beyond Sanity Publishing company and first three positions will be awarded by money prizes.
Rs. 2000 for 1st position
Rs. 1500 for 2nd position Rs. 1000 for 3rd position
Certificates will be awarded to all top 10 selected article writers.
For details contact
0334-8515211
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Reflections In The Right Venticle
Darlin. Your heart is a machine.
An organ.
A blood pumping mechanism.
Not something with endless feelings and hollowness ready to consume your body when it breaks into a million pieces.
Maybe it is that too.
Maybe it is all you are.
Your heart becomes you when you keep reminding yourself everyday that you are you when your heart rules you and your emotions.
Now I know people tell you that your heart is the worst thing you have because it doesn't see clearly and it makes ridiculous choices but honey,
Your heart is where it all began. Where God lives.
How can it present you with lies?
You can see through the mirror laughing back at you because it is so indulged in hopes and false feelings.
Maybe you love a rock. Maybe a broken pencil.
Maybe maybe maybe.
Your whole life is a maybe.
Don't be someone who moves against the current of the blood flow.
Make your heart your guide.
Make it visible in yout eyes when you see yourself in the mirror.
And goddamn it, LIVE.
#Invictus
Reflections in the right ventricle
Copyright , #IrumZahra
Friday, November 27, 2015
I thought I was Time
Time.
Don't we all loathe what it can turn into?
We curse the times we were sad,
we cry over wasted time,
Regret untimely decisions,
hate ourselves getting old and made of wrinkeled skin and bad eye sight,
Hate that time makes us choose things we don't want for ourselves.
We hate the change time brings because we love our familiar little hut of wishes and ifs and would bes and what ifs.
We don't forget, we don't forgive, we don't move on and we don't want to.
We want to live the way we see fit and the way our heart lept into the heights of proud and happiness rather than sadness and adjustments.
We crave the life we had and we hate how time changed it all.
Why time?
Why do you change?
Why does it feel like you hate us?
All the clocks in the world pause for a second and we would consider it the end of the world and civilization.
Are you kidding me?
Do you even believe in civilization?
Stupid, haha. What is human?
A clock? Born when the seconds hand starts moving. Seconds turn into minutes and minutes turn into hours and the damn clock just keeps moving when we want it to hold itself because we want to see the moon more than the sun and the clouds more than the sky and thunder rather than clear skies.
We want to see ourselves cycling and playing and coloring books and eating almost melt icecream because these things matter to us.
Why do you steal all these things away? From us.
From us all.
We are all unusual, fragile and empty. But we are architects too.
We build our little cottage of bucket lists and comfort spots and you make the walls rust and crumble.
Is it just me?
I don't know. Maybe.
Maybe not.
Maybe I want more. Maybe I want it all.
Maybe I want all time to be in the palm of my hand.
Or maybe I just want my time back.
I want to be myself again.
We all want ourselves in the mirror not some deranged fantasy of a human mind.
We want to live.
Our faces don't shine, dear time.
Our eyes don't sparkle. The butterflies are dead.
And all the plants in my wish garden too.
Why did you take all these things away?
I thought I was Timeless.
Clocks, time and regrets, #Invictus #IrumZahra #BeyondSanityPublishing
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Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Life and other disasters-Invictus
More than often you are surrounded by the puzzling questions of life and it's substitutes.
Love, drugs, music, travelling, books, photography, Cooking and so many others.
You call them interests when you start them and when you start replacing the uninteresting and somewhat annoying and even the most hated of things with these interests, they travel through time and space to create a new door for you.
A door to escape
A door to feel yourself through the eyes of your interests.
That is exactly when these doors become the substitutes for life.
You forget living through life itself and you begin living through them.
Everytime you feel blue and you think the world will end, you go through these doors and feel alive.
Ironic.
Life loves us and we love these doors more than we love life.
Why?
I don't know.
Do you?
No.
Because whatever you say or think will be an excuse. A reason.
You will start defending your wild and free heart.
Sighs.
Heart is such a kid. It is more than a 100 years old old man and a 5 year old kid on a swing at the same time.
He loves these doors and he makes sure you believe that you don't and you won't live without these things.
Where would you go if not these doors?
Will you be lost?
Or found?
Accept it. You'll always choose these doors over everything.
Question is, for how long till it locks you out and leave you with no keys?
What would you do then?
Life and other disasters, #Invictus
Monday, November 23, 2015
The Sky Ghosts series by Alexandra Engellmann- Blog Tour
Better Human-Sara Samin
Here is what inspires us to be better humans:'I smelled a flower today' is a poem where the inspiration of it came from reading another poem 'Nano'. Nano talked about American warriors surviving war and going through PTSD, mostly people who operate drones. Recently, an idea of using animals as drones has been floated by the US government, since they already have the flying mechanism and only needs to be equiped with the rest of the machinery.Being an animal lover, and a peace loving resident of this world, I defy war, war related inventions and most of all, exploitation when it comes to animals, humans and everyone who cannot speak for themselves. I wrote this poem as an answer to that poem and with the idea that nature needs to trust one of its own. Humans have to stop turning nature against itself.I smelled a flower today
When it could.Sara Samin for Beyond Sanity Publishing
Friday, November 20, 2015
Unnamed Named-Invictus
You change your clothes, the way you speak, the way you treat people, the food you eat, the places you go.
But you would never be able to hide your nature.
This is what makes us relate to animals.
Our nature Will never change.
We might be nice to everyone. We might tell you we love you more than the oceans and the trenches in the oceans but, what we don't tell, is is a whole story-line of our wicked, selfish, stubborn nature.
Tears? Really?
Are you for real?
Are those even real?
Please. You always cry for something other than you are upset about. Your head is exploding with anger and frustration about how the universe throws you around like a freaking football and you start crying because you see a dead word? A dead flower?
Spilled ink?
Faded cut marks?
No. You just need an excuse to take the salt in your eyes out.
Who could really blame you?
You made yourself like this.
You, yourself is to blame.
Idiot.
When people matter more than nature, (They never do) you carry on as nothing happened. When inside your brain lobes you curse your every breath, regret every moment and yell at all pieces of burned memories.
Stupid heart.
The sheer force of royal blues hit you in your wings like that ice cold wind on the mountains.
Screw tears.
They don't matter.
Friday, November 13, 2015
Needles and Bruises
Somethings never change.
Nature. Profanity. Thinking.
Somethings always change.
People. Attitude. Beliefs
What is the measure, the limit, or the way of grasping the angles of depression and being repressed?
I saw a woman on a bus today. Crying.
With a small bruise on her face and silent tears dripping from her face as she held her little baby in her arms.
Is the society dumb?
Are we insane?
Have we lost our minds?
Is hitting necessary? Can you not freaking speak? Damn you society.
You have turned us all into blindfolded idiots.
I hate you. And I hate the way I am part of it too.
I hate the way I saw her and I couldn't do anything except offering her a tissue.
Are we that helpless?
Screw Morality.
Change is so damn important. Would God come down and offer us a 'I am changed' badge?? No. Get over yourself.
Stop blaming.
Stop complaining.
I am saying that to myself too.
Change. For the love of God and all things human, CHANGE.
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Tales Of Crucified Blunt
#TheTalesOfCrucifiedBlunt by
#AreeshFatmee will hit the stores this week!!
Book your signed copy now!
Irumzahraofficial@gmail.com
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Giveaway Alert!
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Work Of Art- Invictus
Why would you trust your heart?
Its a piece of meat.
Trust your brain maybe? It has electricity running through the nerves and the neurons and there is a universe inside your head.
But... the heart?
The beautiful work of art?
God created it for you to make it stronger not weaker and fragile. Make it stone cold if you have to. Diamond hard if you have to. But make it acceptable to the one person thriving on the beats of its music.
At the end of the day, love your heart.
#Invictus
Copyright 2015
Monday, October 19, 2015
Beyond Sanity Publishing Presents 'The Youth Of Pakistan'
Sunday, October 18, 2015
The Air Within Us
'You remind me of an art form I saw a few years ago.'
'What was it about?'
'It was about an old passenger walking in the middle of the forest. He would start singing random words and throw stones at the trees after every 5 to 10 seconds. The way he walked, it seemed as if the air around him carried him and the earth below him held him straight. He was walking on the support of the air and the earth while the fire and water within him moved in their places. All these elements. All his being. Sang the words eternity longs to hear. "Hello death, I welcome you in my kingdom. Life is my home. What would you like to have? I have all 4 elements in me."
#TheAirWithinUs , #invictus
Copyright @Irum Zahra 2015
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Interview with Sana Khalid- CEO of Minerva
- How would you define ‘Minerva’?
- How big is your team?
- When you started your journey, did you expect Minerva to come this far?
- Which was more rewarding: making your startup a success, or being able to continue keeping it successful?
- And how much did your family contributed in this time?
- How do you conquer those moments of doubt that so often stifle or trip or stop so many entrepreneurs with great ideas...what pushes you through?
- Can you list some of the most exceptional things Minerva has done?
- If you could time travel back to day one of your startup and have 15 minutes with your former self to communicate any lessons you've acquired with the intention of saving yourself mistakes and heart ache, what would you tell yourself?
- Learning to network and build relationships even before launching
- Spending money more wisely
- Other than deciding to work for yourself, what was the single most important decision you made that contributed to your success?
I would love to answer that once I reach my definition of success. But if an answer is truly necessary at this point, I think it is probably the decision to keeping the venture small and personal despite options for funding. The family-like feel has always made us a lot of people’s first choice. - What was unexpected?
- Which opportunities should you have followed; what pitfalls would you have avoided?
- Which organizations are inspiring to you?
- What projects does Minerva have for this year?
- Are you satisfied with what you’ve accomplished so far?
- Where do you see Minerva in the next 3 years?
- If you could meet one entrepreneur from the whole world, who would it be and why?
- How much has Minerva changed you?
- What message would you like to give to the future entrepreneurs?
- Please list Minerva’s social media links.
Monday, October 12, 2015
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Invictus By Irum Zahra
Every sunset defines a story. Every cloud blurs and dies tells a way of life. It shows us how unusual life is. How unpredictable reality is. And exactly how stubborn we are to its changes.
It shows us how we keep thinking that sunset is the same when it isn't and it is actually screaming at us. Yelling that another day has passed and we haven't lived. We haven't loved and we haven't dreamt.
If we have, then not enough.
Sunsets and Other Regrets, Invictus
Copyright@ 2015 Irum Zahra
Monday, July 6, 2015
Review Of Psychaotic By Laraib Hassan
But the poem "Sea of Life", This one won my heart.
run or crawl and find the sea
dive in the pleasure
let it set you free.
-Sea of Life
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Mirrored Voices: Best Contemporary Poets
I am lucky and honored to be in it as well.
I have 4 books on my credit now. Congratulations to all the authors who are featured in this literary history making event.