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”
The Only Oasis
“The earth turns to gold, in the hands of the wise.” Rumi As we ascend into the heavens, carried aloft by wings forged of ingenuity and dreams, the skies seem to envy us. They watch, infinite and ageless, as fragile beings dare to explore their boundless expanse. In the embrace of the atmosphere, our tinyContinue reading “The Only Oasis”
Golf in Autumn
“The leaf of every tree brings a message from the unseen world! Look, every falling leaf is a blessing.” Rumi As October bows out in a blaze of amber and gold, the last day of the month is cloaked in a rare warmth—a luxurious 70°F in the usually brisk New York area. It’s an unexpectedContinue reading “Golf in Autumn”
A Round with Tony Dadika
It was one of those perfect September mornings when the sun was warm but not overbearing, and a gentle breeze whispered through the trees like the low hum of a distant jazz band. I found myself standing in a small queue at the tee box, mentally preparing for what I hoped would be a solidContinue reading “A Round with Tony Dadika”
Bunker Shot & Convincing a Wife
“May this marriage be full of laughter, and everyday a paradise. Rumi Convincing your wife of something she doesn’t agree with might just be the ultimate challenge in life. Sure, trying to master a sand shot in golf is no walk in the park either, but let’s be honest here, at least with the sandContinue reading “Bunker Shot & Convincing a Wife”
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”
Morning With Golf 