There are mornings, and then, there are awakenings. As the golden breath of dawn sweeps across the dew-kissed fairways of Margalla Greens, the world seems to pause at the edge of something sacred. Tee No. 1 stands not merely as a starting point in a game, but as a doorway into serenity, where nature andContinue reading “A Morning at Margalla Greens”
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Back to the Greens
The long winter slumber has ended. The once-silent fairways, buried beneath frost and snow, now whisper with the rustling of early spring breezes. The greens, softened by months of cold, breathe again beneath the weight of eager footsteps. And as the first tee shot soars into the crisp morning air, the soul of the gameContinue reading “Back to the Greens”
When the Greens Sleep, the Heart Plays On.
“Longing is the sweet pain of belonging to something.” Rumi The snow lay thick on the ground, a relentless white quilt smothering the rolling greens that he loved more than life itself. The golf course was not just a place for Ahsan, it was his cathedral, his sanctuary, a place where the whispering grass andContinue reading “When the Greens Sleep, the Heart Plays On.”
The Poet’s Round of Golf
Golf is a game where every swing holds a story, where each shot paints a picture on the canvas of the course. The chase of dimples on a golf ball mirrors our pursuit of perfection, but it’s the imperfections that often make the game beautiful. It’s the curve of a shot, the unexpected bounce, andContinue reading “The Poet’s Round of Golf”
Petals Make a Rose or Rose makes Petals?
“If your thought is a rose. You are a rose garden.” Rumi In the eternal dance between creation and consequence, one wonders: does the rose exist because of its petals, or do the petals owe their existence to the rose? The question is simple, yet like all musings about nature, it blooms into something muchContinue reading “Petals Make a Rose or Rose makes Petals?”
Mansoor Malangi
Mansoor Malangi, a name whispered through the lush fields of Punjab and echoed in the heartbeats of its people, is more than a singer—he is a storyteller, a poet, and a keeper of the soul of the Seraiki heartland. With a voice that seems to rise from the very soil of his homeland, rich andContinue reading “Mansoor Malangi”
The Perfect Shot
“Achieve some perfection yourself, so that you may not fall into sorrow by seeing the perfection in others.” Rumi In the hushed reverence of a crisp morning, as dew still clings to blades of grass and the horizon blushes with the first light, the golfer stands. Poised in a moment teetering between silence and celebration,Continue reading “The Perfect Shot”
Yoga or Golf
“I have been a seeker and I still am, but I stopped asking the books and the stars. I started listening to the teaching of my soul.” Rumi In the calm embrace of dawn, where the first light delicately caresses the earth, two distinct worlds unfold, each offering its own path to enlightenment and mastery.Continue reading “Yoga or Golf”
The Ascent
“Beauty surrounds us, but usually, we need to be walking in a garden to know it.” Rumi Nestled amidst the tranquil embrace of the Margalla Hills, the Margalla Greens Golf & Country Club in Islamabad stands as a testament to nature’s magnificence and man’s aspiration to harmonize with it. This verdant sanctuary is not merelyContinue reading “The Ascent”
Rising to the Occasion
“Your light is more magnificent than the sunrise.” Rumi The first blush of dawn kisses the sky, and PAF Skyview Golf Course Lahore awakens to the promise of a new day. The sun, a fiery chalice of light, spills its golden essence across the tranquil grounds, painting every dewdrop and blade of grass with aContinue reading “Rising to the Occasion”
Morning With Golf 