<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569880999951799899</id><updated>2010-08-08T17:51:11.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sajid Qayyum</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sajidqayyum.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569880999951799899/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sajidqayyum.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sajid Qayyum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04723895893664949041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569880999951799899.post-5405271778366523082</id><published>2008-04-13T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T17:51:11.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning...</title><summary type='text'>The time has come to reveal thyself to others... Catchy, isn't it. One given Sunday, sitting in my living room, alone, having nothing to do after resolving the bugs for SCOM, i have finally decided to create my own blog. I would like to start with the Beginning.What is the Beginning? It is the start.The start of what? Well, the start of time.But has anyone thought about what might be before time?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sajidqayyum.com/feeds/5405271778366523082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4569880999951799899&amp;postID=5405271778366523082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569880999951799899/posts/default/5405271778366523082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569880999951799899/posts/default/5405271778366523082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sajidqayyum.com/2008/04/beginning.html' title='The Beginning...'/><author><name>Sajid Qayyum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04723895893664949041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07046633389872840512'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569880999951799899.post-4931298728586723060</id><published>2010-04-23T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T17:16:17.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><summary type='text'>I have got most of the materialistic things I once dreamt of in my childhood. Yet I am no happier than I used to be. Why?We spend all our life running after money and the things money can buy, not realizing the fact that there is no end to this chase. At first comes the console, followed by the ultra-gaming computer, high quality surround sound system and then a top of the line full HD TV. Once I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sajidqayyum.com/feeds/4931298728586723060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4569880999951799899&amp;postID=4931298728586723060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569880999951799899/posts/default/4931298728586723060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569880999951799899/posts/default/4931298728586723060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sajidqayyum.com/2010/04/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Sajid Qayyum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04723895893664949041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07046633389872840512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569880999951799899.post-1785378535016790926</id><published>2008-09-22T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T03:32:04.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><summary type='text'>Every created being alive has to die. You are one of them. Death is the biggest certainty man has ever known. No one knows when, but everyone knows for sure, that it will come. It can be the moment you finish this sentence.Thank God, you are still alive. Doesn’t it make you frightened to think that you will die one day. How painful will it be the moment your life is taken away from you. Will you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sajidqayyum.com/feeds/1785378535016790926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4569880999951799899&amp;postID=1785378535016790926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569880999951799899/posts/default/1785378535016790926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569880999951799899/posts/default/1785378535016790926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sajidqayyum.com/2008/09/death_22.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Sajid Qayyum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04723895893664949041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07046633389872840512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569880999951799899.post-7524098459663553163</id><published>2008-08-11T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T03:56:48.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Logic</title><summary type='text'>Whenever I get together with my friends for lunch or dinner, or just hang around in the streets of downtown, we always end up in discussions. Some of my friends are atheists and agnostics. So, naturally we include the topic of religion and God into our discussion. However, the emphasis is always on one thing, logic. “How do you prove the existence of God logically?” is always the billion dollar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sajidqayyum.com/feeds/7524098459663553163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4569880999951799899&amp;postID=7524098459663553163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569880999951799899/posts/default/7524098459663553163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569880999951799899/posts/default/7524098459663553163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sajidqayyum.com/2008/08/logic.html' title='Logic'/><author><name>Sajid Qayyum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04723895893664949041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07046633389872840512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569880999951799899.post-1575335313611256363</id><published>2008-07-31T17:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:22:38.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Immortality or Fun</title><summary type='text'>Reproduction is a process by which humans, like all other animals, ensure their immortality. The big difference between the two though is that animals are free to exercise it whenever they desire and with whom they desire, nothing holding them off. Humans on the other hand have a concept called morality because of which they differentiate between what should be done and what should be avoided. We</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sajidqayyum.com/feeds/1575335313611256363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4569880999951799899&amp;postID=1575335313611256363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569880999951799899/posts/default/1575335313611256363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569880999951799899/posts/default/1575335313611256363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sajidqayyum.com/2008/07/immortality-or-fun.html' title='Immortality or Fun'/><author><name>Sajid Qayyum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04723895893664949041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07046633389872840512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569880999951799899.post-7385516418655764761</id><published>2008-07-21T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T00:47:46.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit or Soul?</title><summary type='text'>Who am I? What am I? What is the soul? Are we really just a mass of organic matter without it? These are the questions whose answers are as much a mystery today as they were at the time of birth of man. However, there are some traces of knowledge about the thing we call soul. In this writing, I will elaborate on the Islamic context.The Holy Qur’an, which is considered to be the word of God by the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sajidqayyum.com/feeds/7385516418655764761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4569880999951799899&amp;postID=7385516418655764761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569880999951799899/posts/default/7385516418655764761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569880999951799899/posts/default/7385516418655764761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sajidqayyum.com/2008/07/who-am-i-what-am-i-what-is-soul-are-we.html' title='Spirit or Soul?'/><author><name>Sajid Qayyum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04723895893664949041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07046633389872840512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569880999951799899.post-6616872103236578645</id><published>2008-06-08T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T04:43:17.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desired Leadership</title><summary type='text'>I am sure most of you must have heard about Lord of the Rings. Wrong, this is not a review about the trilogy made by Peter Jackson. I am referring to it because last week when I watched all the three episodes back to back, a strange thought came into my mind. Let's first discuss the story a little. Lord of the Rings is about a world that has multiple races like humans, dwarfs, elves, hobbits and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sajidqayyum.com/feeds/6616872103236578645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4569880999951799899&amp;postID=6616872103236578645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569880999951799899/posts/default/6616872103236578645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569880999951799899/posts/default/6616872103236578645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sajidqayyum.com/2008/06/desired-leadership.html' title='Desired Leadership'/><author><name>Sajid Qayyum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04723895893664949041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07046633389872840512'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569880999951799899.post-1115803909770483399</id><published>2008-05-02T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:25:49.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Degeneration of Morality</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I watched Titanic in 720p, really good quality on a 22” widescreen monitor. Besides a wonderful love story, one thing that I noticed in it was the depiction of discrimination between the elites and the poor. Nowadays, it is not that obvious in this part of the world, but in the third world countries, it is still healthy and grooming. The rich enjoy the luxuries and own the law. The poor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sajidqayyum.com/feeds/1115803909770483399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4569880999951799899&amp;postID=1115803909770483399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569880999951799899/posts/default/1115803909770483399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569880999951799899/posts/default/1115803909770483399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sajidqayyum.com/2008/05/degeneration-of-morality.html' title='Degeneration of Morality'/><author><name>Sajid Qayyum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04723895893664949041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07046633389872840512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569880999951799899.post-1962830833086662731</id><published>2008-04-25T01:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T02:02:06.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><summary type='text'>In school, whenever I saw some literature or philosophy book lying around, I brought in the topic of how boring the writers are. I always argued about the fact that they don’t have anything to do except to sit quietly in a desolated corner under some tree thinking about how unfair this world has been to them. Despite all that, I couldn't deny the importance of this scenario because I loved </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sajidqayyum.com/feeds/1962830833086662731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4569880999951799899&amp;postID=1962830833086662731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569880999951799899/posts/default/1962830833086662731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569880999951799899/posts/default/1962830833086662731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sajidqayyum.com/2008/04/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>Sajid Qayyum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04723895893664949041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07046633389872840512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569880999951799899.post-8442245392986634272</id><published>2008-04-20T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T04:32:23.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Will or Fate</title><summary type='text'>You are holding a glass in your hand. Someone tells you that if you open your hand, the glass will fall on the ground and break into pieces. You open your hand and the same thing happens. How did he know all that? Was he from the future? No. He could tell that based on his knowledge. Because of gravity there was potential energy in the glass. When you opened your hand, that energy was converted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sajidqayyum.com/feeds/8442245392986634272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4569880999951799899&amp;postID=8442245392986634272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569880999951799899/posts/default/8442245392986634272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569880999951799899/posts/default/8442245392986634272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sajidqayyum.com/2008/04/free-will-or-fate.html' title='Free Will or Fate'/><author><name>Sajid Qayyum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04723895893664949041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07046633389872840512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569880999951799899.post-6903897214354371300</id><published>2008-04-18T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T01:01:01.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason</title><summary type='text'>He was a hidden treasure that loved to be known.What is the first thing that comes to your mind if you somehow discover that you have special powers like the super heroes have? Go and fight with the bad guys? I doubt about that. Be famous, dude. Everybody wants to be known, special and loved, especially with some special powers others don’t have. But what if there is nobody around to impress. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sajidqayyum.com/feeds/6903897214354371300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4569880999951799899&amp;postID=6903897214354371300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569880999951799899/posts/default/6903897214354371300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4569880999951799899/posts/default/6903897214354371300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sajidqayyum.com/2008/04/reason.html' title='The Reason'/><author><name>Sajid Qayyum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04723895893664949041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07046633389872840512'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>