320 And Still Counting…

“UN Secretary General Ban Ki-moon has called for an immediate ceasefire”

Let’s just face it, UN has no control over powerful nations, it is the weaker ones which suffers not only at the hands of these brutal nations but also from the this one good-for-nothing-organization. What power does UN exercise over US, Israel or India? None. It’s just a sham to make innocent people think that they can ever get justice.

“The United States understands that Israel needs to take actions to defend itself,” said White House spokesman Gordon Johndroe.

Death toll has increased to 320. Mostly women and children are the victims. The barbarism, the brutality and the inhuman-ness of not only Israel and US but even the rest of the world is revealed.

Why our hearts are not wrenched by the tears and blood of those who are a part of us? Why our hearts are not torn apart by the cries and screams of our own brothers? Why have we become so insensitive to our own kin?

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Wataniyyat

I don’t think I have to say anything. Reminds me of my teacher saying, “Husn bazaat-e-khud daleel hai.” It speaks for itself.

Wataniyyat
(yani watan bahesiyyat eik siyasi tasawwur k)

Is daur mein mae aur hai, jaam aur hai jum aur
Saaqi nay bina ki rawish-e-lutf wa sitam aur
Muslim ne bhi tabeer kiya apna haram aur
tehzeeb kay aazar ne tarashwaye sanam aur
In taza khudaaon mein bara sab say watan hai
Jo pairhan is ka hai, woh mazhab ka kafan hai
Ye but keh tarasheeda-e-tehzeeb-e-nawi hai
gharat gar ka shaana-e-nabawi hai
bazu tera tauheed ki quwwat se qawwi hai
Islam tera des hai, tu mustafawi hai
Nazzara-e-daireena zamanay ko dikha de
Ay Mustafawi khaak mein is but(idol) ko mila de
Ho qaid-e-maqaami tu nateeja hai tabahi
reh bahar mein aazaad-e-watan surat-e-mahi
Hai tark-e-watan Sunnat-e-Mehboob-e-Ilahi
De tu bhi nabuwwat ki sadaqat pe gawahi
Guftaar-e-siyasat mein watan aur hi kuch hai
Irshad-e-nabuwwat mein watan aur hi kuch hai
Aqwaam-e-jahan mein hai raqabat tu isi say
Taskheer hai maqsood-e-tijarat tu isi say
Khali hai sadaqat se siyasat tu isi say
Kamzor ka ghar hota hai ghaarat tu isi say
Aqwam mein makhlooq-e-Khuda bat-ti hai isi say
Qaumiyyat-e-Islam ki jarr kat-ti hai isi say

Allama Muhammad Iqbal


Where do I stand?

“16th December! Did you hear any bell ringing?”

“Who? Me? What?!”

I tried really hard to answer the question but I really couldn’t recall anything. And I kept thinking…

“Suqoot-e-Dhaka!”

And I was dumbfounded! How could I forget? How can I not recall!? Everything went blurred… Am I so self obsessed and self absorbed and have turned into those critics who don’t look at themselves but criticize others? Am I turning into a hypocrit or am I already one?  I guess someone has to show me the mirror to make me see where I stand? Am I standing on stable grounds or have I walked blindly into some quicksand and do not know it. I’m scared now! I can’t get over the fact that I didn’t know… I ACTUALLY COULDN’T RECALL!!!

Bangladesh appeared on the map of this world. People started questioning the grounds of the two nation theory on which Pakistan was created.Questions still remain: Where did we go wrong? How could we be so brutal to our own brothers? And the one which still haunts us to death is: Is there a language problem?! Is it a nationality problem? You being a Bengali and I a Punjabi or a Pathan? The question still remains unanswered…

I know I’m jumping too fast but I can’t help it. Just before Eid, we experienced an ethnic cleansing drive. The famous MQM cleaning the streets of Karachi from the “terrorist” Pathans and Afghanis. Again, a language problem?! And the horror struck me… What next?! Driving Punjabis away from Karachi as well? then Balochis? Is not Karachi a part of Pakistan? Then it struck me really hard.. a nail in my head between my eyes… my family has intermarried in every “community”, would that mean that the families will be torn apart??! my family would be torn apart?! Just imagine your kids being taken to someplace else, your wife sent somewhere and you are clueless… Won’t it be painful? or worse, you know where they are but you can’t see them, contact them, hear from them or… Where are we heading?

Now look back at 1971… families torn apart.. thousands still uncertain about their identity… neighboring enemy gaining from your losses and is happy that you split apart… Was there really a language problem or was it all a sham? What went wrong?

Coming back to what happened earlier today. I, myself, unaware of my own history. The realization came as a shock. But I was comforted with a voice in my head which belong to my mentor. He once said that realization is the most important part. Only after realization would you be able to recognize your mistakes and determine the path you would take next…

But… what about the whole nation… We are nowhere near realization… and I’m a part of it…

“Bakraaa” Eid!

Eid Mubarak! 

We call it “Bakraaa” Eid in Pakistan. Kids mostly cry out bakraa eid because they don’t really know the right word, they just believe that just because they buy “bakraas”(goats) and sacrifice them, that’s why it’s called bakraa eid! 

Well, though not actually understanding the whole concept of Love that is behind this sacrifice, they do feel that they are sacrificing their beloved animals for a greater cause… 

May Allah accept all our sacrifices and shower His blessings upon us in these troubled times…Ameen

Nisaar Mein Teri Galiyon ke…

The recent violence in Karachi reminded me of this poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz…

Nisar mein teri galiyon ke…

Nisar mein teri galyion ke aye watan ke jahan
chali hai rasm keh koi na sar utha kay chalay
jo koi chahnay wala tawaf ko niklay
nazar chura kay chalay, jism-o-jaan bacha kay chalay
hai ahl-e-dil kay liye ab yeh nazm-e-bast-o-kushaad
ke sang-e-wakhast muqayyad hain aur sag azaad
Bohot hai zulm kay dast-e-bahana joo kay liye
jo chand ahl-e-junoon tera naam lewa hain
banein hain ahl-e-hawas, mudda’ii bhi, munsif bhi
kisay wakeel karein, kisse munsafi chahein
magar guzaarne walon kay din guzartay hain
teray firaaq mein yun subh-o-shaam kartay hain
bujha jo rozan-e-zindaan tu dil yeh samjha hai
keh teri maang sitaaron se bhar gayi hogi
chamak uthay hain salasil tu hum nay jana hai
ke ab sahar tere rukh per bikhar gayi hogi
gharz-e-tasawwar-e-shaam-o-sahar mein jeetay hain
girift-e-saaya-e-deewar-o-dar mein jeetay hain
yunhi hamesha ulajhti rahi hai zulm se khalq
na in ki rasm nayi, na apni reet nayi
yunhi hamesha khilaye hain hum nay aag mein phool
na un ki haar nayi hai na apni jeet nayi
isi sabab say falak ka gila nahin kartay
tere firaaq mein hum dil bura nahin kartay
gar aaj tujh se juda hain tu kal bhem hongay
yeh raat bhar ki judaayi tu koi baat nahin
gar aaj auj pe hai taali’-e-raqqeb tu kia
yeh chaar din ki khudaayi tu koi baat nahin
jo tujh se ehd-e-wafa ustawaar rakhtay hain
ilaaj-e-gardish-e-lail-o-nahar rakhtay hain