Weltanschauung

The structuralist poetics described the weltanschauung or the world view one has structured around the language that we speak growing up, in other words, our mother tongue. People like us, who grew up in the post colonial era, where English was and still continue to be of more importance than the language of our ancestors, our world view seems to be distorted, torn between three things; our tradition, our culture and that of our colonial masters. As they say, the gap that is left by the colonial armies, is filled with the language of the colonial masters and those gaps later empower everything as language is ten times more stronger than the physical armies as one can resist those armies and those power with more aggression and throw them out, but once language is embedded in the minds of the opressed, they become better slaves, even after the armies leave, the psychological remnants of the culture and language never let them be free of those masters and that inferiority complex that they had embedded within the minds of the slaves that they created.

In the post modern world, where structures have crumbled, where there seems to be no center whatsoever anywhere, where the moral values, and moral compasses have no grounding or no anchor and it shifts like sand dunes with winds or move around in the ocean with the waves and currents, one wonders where will we find some kind of structure to give meaning to all the madness that is going on around the world. The recent events of colonial settler’s genocidal war on Ghazza and later bombing of the most poor country in the world i.e. Yemen, has put a question mark on every single idea that has been floating around the world for so many years about the moral superiority of the global north. The movies like Avengers, Batman, Superman, all of them white, saving the world and rescuing the opressed people all around the world, seem to have crumbled as soon as the confict started. The idea of free speech, democracy, having opinions, everything that West used to justify it’s illegal bombing of Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria etc. all became invalid. The colonial, imperial powers came out as nothing but a facade that blew up like a balloon and there is nothing left of them to admire anymore.

The question now arises, what will be the world view or the weltanshuaang that we should look at. The language, that has enslaved us for so long, is breaking into small pieces, and we being more aware of the shackles that we knew were there but we never consciously tried to break free of them as we are now trying, struggling to. The world around, be it the north or the global south, nothing has answers to the questions that are being raised in this era. Where is the moral grounding? Where do we anchor the ship of values? The global north, which they made us believe that they have all the best universities, colleges, institutions, crumbled and shattered as people were fired, sacked, slandered for speaking up for a ceasfire. Imagine being called out for asking to stop the killing of innocent civilians and children. Imagine asking to not to target hospitals and being called a terrorists. The question now arises, if you have all the knowledge, all the technology in the world, but no moral values, would you create a human or a monster?!

About the other side of the picture. What is the world view or the weltanshauung of the other side of the conflict. What kind of worldview do these opressed people have? What understanding of the world do these people in Ghazza have to be so resilient, to be so patient in the time of such catastrophe, devastation and destruction.
‘Everything from Allah is beautiful’, were the words of the man who stood on the rubble of his home and his burnt shop smiling.
Such a simple sentence and such a beautiful and deep answer that people like me and you can’t fathom. The worldview that this simple man had is beyond any professor, intellectual that sits in the University of Oxford or Harvard. The weltanshauung that is metaphysical and transcends beyond the realm of the Western culture, langue and discourse. What makes his weltanshaaung so different from everyone we see around us. Living in the MiddleEast for most of my life, the comfortable lifestyle I had, I could never see things the way he is. This is not the story or words of just one man, but an entire population, who I never saw complaining amidst the destruction and devastation. The words, the attitude is the same that we have read about the Sahaba, the companions of the Prophet (SAW). It seems that they have internalized the word of Allah in such a way that they see life, death, destruction, and loss in an entire different way than we do. They seem like a different people, people who are connected to some kind of sabr that comes with endurance and huzn and love of Allah, Quran and the Prophet Muhamad (SAW).

Since the waltenshaaung has shifted with the crisis, it seems the strive to find a new moral ground or anchor has been created too. Once we know that the world, and specially the colonial, Western world has nothing to offer in this regard, where do we shift our focus too. The facade has fallen, the veil has been lifted, the ugliness of the colonial Western world, that has no moral grounding and loves killing children and innocent civilians, we know now, that the moral grounds have to come from the beautiful people, who have the worldview that is not tainted by the hypocrisy of the West and its influence like ours have. The tradition, the Book and the tradition of the Prophet Muhammad (SAW), is the beacon of light, is the anchor of the moral compass and the grounding of the very foundation of our values as humans and not some farce that change every few years to suit some powerful people ans countries.

A Different Lens

I have been struggling for the past couple of weeks to pen down something. My mind boggled, my emotions fried and my life distracted. My insides are in turmoil. I have always been amazed by this miracle of Allah Suhanahu wa Ta’ala of how in fills our hearts with the love of other people, who are not our blood relations, not our friends nor our acquaintances. Every single person’s ordeal seems like etched in my heart, every person’s tears has moved me to tears, I know I can never understand their pain, anguish, heartbreak or the burden they bear, I feel something in my heart that these mere words can never do justice to.

I have the understanding of things now that I could hardly understand in the past. I remember how the Quran says to the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh), to not let these people denying the truth, consume you. And I always used to wonder why was the Prophet so consumed by that, why did he felt so… I only realized just now that when people can see the Truth as light as the Day and you know that they know it, and yet they don’t testify it or acknowledge it is very frustrating. In the current times, when people everywhere, don’t want to acknowledge that war crimes are taking place, over 7000 children have died, that IOF kills, kidnaps, blows up hospitals and time and again refers to turning Ghazza into a ‘football field’ or ‘parking lot’ and are in complete denial of a genocide and a holocaust taking place right in front of their eyes, makes you realize how heart wrenching the situation must have been for the Prophet (saw). He preached the Quraish and the people of Makkah for 13 years, and for 13 years, they knew he was telling the truth and yet they didn’t accept it. As the Quran says, ‘ it is not the eyes that are blind, but the hearts’. How can one see all these modern warfare tech weapons unleashed on civilians and yet turn a blind eye to the atrocities that the state of Israel is committing. So much so that these people think that bombing hospitals and doctors is acceptable. How sick and how much of a psychopath one has to be to accept that and not bat an eye.

The people of Ghazza were denied food, meds, water, fuel and basic necessities. In the current times, when human beings think that they are on the pinnacle of civilization and where human rights are for all, such behaviour puts a question mark on the intellect of the so-called human beings. The struggle they went through in the past one and a half month, is unquestionably, not only horrendous, horrific but it also raises questions as to what is this so-called-civilised world have come to. Are we even human to deny basic human rights to more than 2 million civilians. The human rights organization, the women’s rights organizations, UNICEF, UNESCO, feminists, children’s rights organizations, all were silent and are still silent. The hypocrisy of all these people, who wail at the fully covered women because they think their rights are breached, where are they when the women, pregnant women and girls were bombed to bits, when they were being amputated and when C-sections were performed on them, without anesthesia. Where is UNICEF, when the school board cancelled the year because all the kids were killed, and when the Israelis chanted that,’ There are no schools in Gaza, because we have killed all the babies’.

The insanity has cross all limits so much so that I can’t wrap it around my head. We feel angry , anguished, heart broken and depressed everyday. Why can’t the world see it. Why are people so heartless and so emotionless as to look at the atrocities and just turn a blind eye towards it. Everyday, brings new pain, new low and new destruction, yet the people, to whom Allah has given power, sit and do nothing except for paying lip service, doing extreme disservice to everyone around them. The respectable, don’t seem respectable now. There is NO freedom of speech, where people so proudly used to boast that they are the flagbearers of freedom of speech.

Loss

I lost my eldest maternal uncle yesterday. He was diagnosed with cancer a few years ago and went through two surgeries, multiple chemo sessions and had been in constant pain for the past one year; the pain was such that he was restless even after taking several heavy doses of pain killers. When I visited Karachi in July, whenever I asked him about his health, he would always say,’tabeat theek nahin hai.’ Being a Muslim and Pakistani, it is very rare that we’d ever affirm our pain in front of anyone, and his saying that he is not feeling well, was an indication enough that he definitely wasn’t well. Anyway, we lost him yesterday and with heavy heart I am penning this down here.

My mamoon (term used for maternal uncle in Urdu), was a gem of a person. He, not only loved or pampered his kids, but he pampered, loved, spoiled all of his nephews and nieces equally. Sometimes my sister used to say that I received more love from him than her in front of him to tease him and he would just laugh it off. From making us into airplanes (when we were toddlers)to taking us to amusement parks, picnics, fast food joints and making us all laugh with his jokes and entertaining us with stories with his personal twists, he did it all with us.

I got married and moved to Riyadh around 13 years ago, but whenever I visited Karachi, I would always go and stay at my nani’s and all of my mamoons and mumanis welcomed me and my kids with open arms. Even this year when I went, I remember their love, their warmth and their hospitality to be ever growing. SubhanAllah. I have always wondered at this trait of Allah Subhanahu wa Ta’ala, of how He fills our hearts with love and how our heart feels like it is squeezed and feels physical pain when something happens to our loved ones. My mamoon left this world, and I can’t still believe that he is gone. But Allah has such a beautiful way of soothing our hearts, where we know that we can pray for him and when we pray for others, Angles say Ameen to those prayers; when we do a good deed and pass on the hasanat to the dead, they receive it, and SubhanAllah the most sincere kind of love where we know that the dead person cannot possibly do anything for us, but we, nonetheless, make dua for them and ask the Most Merciful to be merciful to our loved ones and Allah responds and most beautiful thing is the hope that we will see our loved ones in Jannah.

This is not the end, InshaAllah we will meet again in Jannah, where there will be no pain, despair or sorrow.

My Hero

There was no one like Umar (radiAllahu anhu)!

The Prophet Muhammad (sallallahu alaehi wassallam) said, the path that Umar chooses to walk on, Satan runs away from it.

When I feel desperate, depressed and anxious, I become a very bitter person even when I don’t want to. I want that bitterness to channel into something which is positive, yet I fail at it and I indulge in YouTube and Pinterest trying to deviate myself from the ongoing events.

In the midst of all the depression and anxiety and bitterness and harshness that my heart was filled with, and life felt like not going anywhere, I prayed today after my Salah that, ‘ Please… O Supreme Being!!!fill my heart with contentment.’ And I guess.it was for very this reason the stories of reverts came up on my youtube wall and I stumbled upon the story of the second Khalifa Umar ( radiaAllahu anhu). Subhan Allah.

I have no idea how but Allah’s work is amazing when it comes to filling your heart with the love of people whom sometimes you barely know. And SubhanAllah, clearly one of the signs of Allah that he has instilled the love of those who sacrificed their everything for Allah, in our hearts even though we haven’t seen them, haven’t met them. We love them because the Prophet Muhammad (sallallahu alaehi wasallam) loved them. We love them because they loved the Prophet the way he deserved to be loved. And we admire them for their unwavering belief, commitments. And we want to be like them knowing fully well that we can never be like them but they are our heroes and our models. SubhanAllah.

We feel down low when minute things hit us, and we fail to get out of that misery and we think life is unjust and unfair. But when we hear the story of these people, and how they lived and how much they sacrificed, we see how little we are as a person, how little we are as humans and in the pit of our hearts, how little faith we have in our Rabb.

May Allah protect us all and save our hearts from turning into stones and fill our hearts with love for those whom He love. Ameen.

TIME

A lot has been said all around the world about 2016 to be the worst year around the internet.. and this made me thinking about how the facebook memes change our mindset or influence us in one way or the other. Surely, we did see q massacre in Syria, we lost Edhi Sahab and Junaid Jamshed but are we naive enough to let go of all the blessings Allah has showered upon us during this year to be sabotaged  by a few unfortunate events?

Let us just take a moment and thank our Lord for everything.

Dead?

Something happened that made me wonder; we live in our own little bubbles. We, in this age of global village , live lives as if we are all islands, disconnected, not effected and certainly not moved by whatever that is happening outside the boundaries of our little homes. We talk about change, and “tsunamis” and “revolution” yet we are not willing to sacrifice even our time to the very cause we think we believe in. Or are we?

I’m saying all this because this is exactly what is happening in our society. Whatever that is happening in Waziristan right now, or districts of Lyari in Karachi, Syria, Afghanistan, Iraq, or Palestine, how does it effect us? Do we think about them for more than two seconds? Do we even care about them more than posting a picture of it, or updating our status about it on facebook? Does it effect our lives in anyway? I don’t think so. We keep on living our lives the way we are living them, full of distractions and entertainment and we think we can bring a revolution without sacrificing our lives, careers, luxurious lifestyles just by clicking and wasting away in front of our laptop screens. We are not willing to do more than that and we believe we are doing sooo much.

Revolution, change and every word related to it looks nice and everything but the reality is much more brutal. The situation in our homeland and in the Muslim world is almost out of control. We have people who would sacrifice their lives for their leaders, but they will not unite under the one banner of Pakistan, let alone Islam. We should be ashamed of ourselves for not even feeling a pang in our hearts for those who are dying in streets everyday by stray bullets, target killers or by drones. How can we feel for the Muslims of other countries when we don’t care about the people who live around the corner from our own houses.

Do we feel for the kids that die in Waziristan by drones? Or the families that are lost in that beautiful valley of Swat? Or those who are a target in Karachi? Or any other part of Pakistan? If not how are we supposed to call ourselves alive when we are no better than the dead.

Sweetness

“Mamma! Amootu.. Mamma! Amootu!”
It took me a few seconds to realize that he was referring to the Du’a of going to bed. It was an amazing feeling. This was a week ago. Today, it was “hasanatan” and “zidni” from two separate Du’as. I have no idea how to thank Allah for giving me this privilege of actually seeing him say all this.

I guess kids his age are like a mirror, reflecting you in the best possible way. Two days ago he was standing on his chair in the kitchen, saying, “chamcha nahin lo. marongi!”

And when we’re mad at him, he’d make the cutest faces that just wipes away the anger and we’d just want to hold him and hug him and shower him with kisses. And trust me when I say that he’s not distracted easily. Time and again we see how people tell us that don’t use the word “No” too much in front of your kids, distract them but it doesn’t always work and you’re forced to say (or most of the time yell), “NO!!!”

Anyway, with all the bitterness and harshness and bad things in the world, there sure is these sweet things which make life bearable and add beauty to it!

 Wealth and children are the adornment of the life of this world. But the good righteous deeds, that last, are better with your Lord for rewards and better in respect of hope. (Surah Al-Kahf, Verse no. 46)

On Parenting

It’s been a long time since I have written anything here and now I’m wondering what to write and where to start. Hmmm… lets see… Dawood is now one and a half years old mashAllah and is the cutest thing on earth. I know I’m his mom and I know that I can’t be partial on that. But really, the way he speaks, smiles, eats, sleep and says, “mamma”, and not to mention he even says, “Allahu akbar Allah”. MashaAllah. I have realized in this short/long time that whatever that is I do, he will repeat or he’d want to repeat all those actions- everything. And that puts a lot of responsibilities on your shoulders because here you’d see that you just can’t ask him to do anything until you show him to do it. If you throw trash in the dustbin, he’d do exactly that, if you clean the surface after something’s spilled on it, he’d wipe the surface too after spilling water deliberately there. And I have to hide the broom in a new place every time I use it, because he wants to clean the house all the time. And yes, as soon as you have prayer mat ready, he’d come first and do sujud and sit there moving his fingers up and down and then get distracted and then come back after sometime and then do the same. And the most amazing thing is when he knows that I have finished my prayer, he’d sit on my lap and point in the direction of Quran and would ask me read it aloud to him. Sometimes, he sits there until I’ve finished reading and sometimes he’d just go and play but as soon as I finish reading it, he’d want to come and kiss it as he sees me doing the same. And all this has made me realize that I have to give up soo many of my bad habits just to make sure that I don’t transfer them consciously or unconsciously into the next generation. It’s not an easy job to raise a child and you can never do it on your own and for this I think we need to pray continuously as we can never be perfect and we will make mistakes and there’s only One Being which is perfect in every sense of the word, and loves us so much that He will forgive us if we have true intentions and have faith in Him.

The other thing I was wondering was the school system. In Pakistan, parents wake their two and a half year old kids early in the morning for school. But how many parents would wake even their teenagers for fajr prayers as religiously, as they wake them up for school or college. How many of us realize that we have prioritize school or other things over namaz for our kids since their childhood, since their toddler-hood! I’m thinking too much on these lines these days, maybe because of Dawood. Anyway, I was just wondering what was the educational system before the colonial system took over. There were medressahs and belief and Truth was the basis of educational system. Do we want nursery rhymes and fantasies to be the basis of our educational system? I’m thinking of homeschooling Dawood for the first few years atleast inshAllah if Allah gives me enough strength.

I know the post is filled with too many things jumbled up together. Almost 2 am. Finally I had time to write something. Naeema, khush ho jao!

Then which of the Blessings of your Lord will you both (jinn and men) deny?

I read this short passage yesterday in the Urdu magazine, “Saathi” and it moved me to tears. Though I am not an expert at translation, and I don’t think that the translation that I’d do would do justice to the effect that it produced upon me, I’d write it in urdu.

“کسی نے بو   علی سینا سے پوچہا۔ ‘سناوَ دن کیسے گزر رہے ہیں؟’۔
رو پڑے اور جواب دیا۔’
‘اللّھ کی رحمتیں گناہگار یہونے کے باوجود لگاتار مجھ پر برس رہی ہیں۔ سمجھ نہیں آتا کہ میں کس بات پر اس کا شکر ادا کروں۔ کثرت نعمت پر یا اپنے بے انداذہ عیبوں کی پردہ پوشی پر۔”

I was reading this and I couldn’t control the flow of tears from my own eyes because this made me realize how many blessings Allah Ta’ala has showered upon me and yet I fail to thank Him the way it should be done. Not only that, I failed to even realize how much He has given to me and I have been so arrogant to acknowledge His love, His Rehmahs, and His Nemats. I have been sooo blind and soo shallow.

I’m sharing all this because I know this depression and this shadow of sorrow that engulfs me every now and then, someone out there must have been feeling the same way and since it was by Allah’s Grace that I have read the passage in the troubling times and He made me realize how stupid I have been. Might as well, someone might as well gain from it as I have gained from it.

And He is the most Forgiving, and I pray that He forgives me. Ameen.

“Verily in the remembrance of Allah do hearts find rest”

Why I Didn’t Want The Pakistani Team To Win

I wished and prayed with all my heart that Pakistan should win But there was this rational side of me which didn’t want the Pakistani Team to win today. And you might be wondering why… Well the answer is easy: the whole prediction business! I mean all the energy was consumed in calling all those astronomers and fortune tellers on the TV shows and the poor parrots dying because he predicted that Pakistan will win!

All I want to say is, I read this Hadeeth in Sahih Bukhari. I don’t have the book right now with me, or else I would have given the reference. When it rained before the battle of Badr, there were Muslims amoung the lines who said that such and such star appeared at such time that is why it rained, the Prophet (SAW) said that these people have committed shirk because they believed in the movements of stars as they did not say that it is Allah Subhanahu Wa Taala who sends down rain from the skies.

Many people would say that we don’t believe in such things but what is the harm in listening to all this or reading zodiac signs and stuff. The thing is when people get desperate and they cannot see a possible solution to their problems, then they fall prey to such things as these start to give them hope instead of Faith in Allah Subhanahu Wa Taala. And not only that there are people out there who easily fall prey to such things as their eimaan is not that strong, if Pakistan would have won the match, all these people would have easily switched their eimaan and that be without even knowing that it is gone.

One other thing that was shocking to me was what I saw on the recorded programs today. One was that of Jawed Chaudhry, in which he was talking to all these fortune tellers as if they hold an important position in the whole affair. I mean I had respect for him earlier but now… The second program that was quite disturbing for a person like me was “har lamha Purjosh”. The infamous Dr. Liaqat Hussain was sitting on the same panel as that of the fortune tellers. Now this is something that one can call subliminal message being passed out on to the general public. Dr. Hussain’s presence there legitimatized the fortune telling business and the astronomy for a lot of people who have weak faith. And there is a huge viewership of Dr. Hussain, to all those people who follow him blindly, this message has been passed out onto them that it is okay to follow all these predictions, and the astronomy business. These are not mere coincidences that these programs were held and these fortune- telling- people were given so much importance in recent programs and shows.

This only shows how the media is playing with the faith and eimaan of the people. I do not watch these programs, it was a mere coincidence that my husband was watching them and I sat down to see what was happening, and this is what I was shocked to see. Many of you would say that whatever, we don’t believe it and all but there are kids, youngsters watching these programs, their minds are easy to mold, so this is alarming and shouldn’t be taken lightly!

But who am I kidding? If our media was soo responsible, it wouldn’t have promoted all the bad things in our society!