My Thoughts


میرے وطن تجھے چاہا ہے عمر بھر میں نے
میرے وطن تچھے چاہوں گا عمر بھر یونہی
لمبی تاریک اس رات کے بعد
صبح پھر سے یہاں پہ آئے گی
تیرے سورج کی گرم کرنوں سے
زندگی پھر سے لہلہائے گی
تیرے بیٹے، جوان اور مزدور
تیری عظمت کے گیت گائیں گے
تیرے آنگن میں چاند اترے گا
ہر ڈگر پر وہ روشنی ہو گی
جس میں معصوم خواب بنتے ہیں
جس میں مجبور خوشیاں چنتے ہیں
انہی خوابوں سے امید بہار ہم کو ہے
ان کی تعبیر کا اب انتظار ہم کو ہے

Gaza…
One day you will be free again
of all the cruelties of invaders and occupiers
you have seen it many times
like Baghdad
like Kabul
like Kashmir
like sarajevo
invaded by monsters
hungry of hidden wealth
thirsty of innocent human blood
trampling the life
killing the innocence
creating more monsters
to engulf themselves
they came and went
leaving stories of their tyranny
on stained walls
but the cities are still here
Baghdad still breathes
Kabul still dawns
Kashmir still flows
You too will spring back
one day
when world will read
about your sacrifices
and will wonder why
six billion claimers of humanity
could not stop few thousand killers of children
who kept this world a hostage for years
but with moist eyes
you will smile at their questions
standing up
green and flourshing
oozing freedom
not very far
one day…………

( InshAllah!)

….

Mumbai did not sleep last night, nor did Karachi. The least neighbours could do is shed few tears and from Peshawar to Karachi every eye had few.  The distance restrict our movements not our prayers that are with the people of Mumbai. More than 100 Killed and 300 injured in Mumbai by terrorists, people in human shapes who do not have any religion or any nationality but speak only one language – violence. Every Pakistani, every Afghan, every American and every British feels the pain of the Indians as they have gone through the same, some more than others. Innocent people are always caught up in the fire whether it is Mumbai or Karachi or Kabul or New York or London.

It is not right to expect that people who lost their loved ones will think objectively as to who could be behind these terrorist acts or what was their motive but it is essential that people around them act maturely specially the media and politicians, if they really wish to help rather than cashing it on. People who spread hatred in one form or another are training grounds for the terrorists. Media and politicians are as responsible for it as the people who fund these extremists.

I guess intelligence agencies always have an idea and they let it happen because they want it to. One kills 75 in Marriot Islamabad and the other might have settled the score in Delhi. One funds and arms separatists in Baluchistan and terrorists in tribal areas and the other might have responded in  occupied Kashmir and North Eastern India. Who wins? Not the people of the two nations directly involved. As people we have to open our eyes and go beyond what media shows us, that is the purpose of education. Media will only show what sells. They have their own interests and interests of those who really benefit from these events.

Whoever was behind the attacks had an objective, may be far deeper than what meets the eye. Muslim or Hindu religious extremists or any other politically motivated organization (no one knows till now) who carried out the attack may only be the pawns. The real masters might be sitting somewhere far from them having entirely different objectives and plans.

Ironically , a small part of the Indian media ( and of course special purpose international media ) and some of Indian politicians / commentators have started blaming it on Pakistan with proofs like the attackers had Visa cards through which their identity can be ascertained ( obviously towards Pakistan ). Similar accusations were put against the ones who were thought to be acting for India when RAW was thought to be involved in attacks on hotels and mosques in Pakistan. If this is true, then the Pakistani and Indian intelligence chiefs should be fired immediately and these agencies dismantled for having common sense at the real non-existent levels.

One has to look into these acts in an objective and unbiased manner. Can Pakistan benefit when Hotel Taj is fired upon? may be few people, but not the nation. Can India benefit when Marriott or Quetta burns? may be few, but not the nation. The people in RAW ( Research & Analysis Wing – Indian intelligence ), ISI ( Inter Services Intelligence-Pakistan intelligence ), and other intelligence agencies have huge interests in the region but ISI is unlikely to strive for the bad name by doing this and anyways it is over stretched in fighting the terrorists at home. Generally the parties involved do not kill each other, they like the innocent blood of the sacrificial lambs, the common innocent people. The people who benefit from these acts are the people who benefited from terrorism in Pakistan, from twin towers, from London attacks and from the wars.

All humans are one nation, all terrorists another. Neighbors may have disagreements but cannot hate each other so much so as to burn the house next to their own wall. A Pakistani cannot sleep when an Indian cries; an Indian cannot laugh when Pakistani is hurt.

The border defines our lands and our homes, not our values.

God bless and protect India , Pakistan and every country & place where humans live.

Also..

Making sense of Mumbai by Tariq Al-Maeena in Arab News Nov 29.

…. and spreads its colorful gloom.

خزاں نے پھر سے بکھیرے ہیں رنگ اداسی کے۔۔۔۔

( Flower and Beetle do not depict any specific gender. This love cycle can be applied to the ” selfless” love of a lover and his/her beloved , whatever gender they belong to 🙂 )

Hi, I am Mr. ( or Miss ) Beetle…

I just like you very much, I don’t want anything from you…

I love you more than anything else…and my love for you is selfless…

…and I will love you forever…………

تیرے دن اور میری راتیں
ہمارے جیون بدل رہے ہیں
تیرے سپنے ، میرے سپنے
ہمارے سپنوں میں ڈھل رہے ہیں

Translation

Your days and my nights
transformed into our life
Your dreams and my dreams
turned into our dreams

March 14…It is exactly one year now since I started this blog. I have enjoyed it all the way…writing, reading comments and responding to them. After contributing almost one poem / story a week , I think I should take a break for couple of weeks …. thanks to all who appreciate my work…and those who don’t…well they don’t have any reason to come here 😀 …

Allah be with everyone of us…

my time starts now 😀

نہیں تھا کہیں میں اس جہاں میں
مگر پھر بھی تیرے خیالوں میں تھا میں
تیری تمنّا ، دعا بن گیا تھا
سیاہ شب، دن کے اُجالوں میں تھا میں

محبّت سے سینچا، محنت سے پالا
مجھے اُس جہاں سے دنیا میں لائی
آنکھیں جو کھولیں تجھے ہی تو پایا
تصویر آنکھوں نے تیری بنائی

آواز ہونٹوں سے پہلی جو نکلی
تو سارے جہاں میں تجھے ہی پکارا
پہلا قدم جو اٹھانے چلا میں
تو اُنگلی پکڑ کر بنی تو سہارا

لفظوں سے جب کھیلنے کو چلا میں
تو اللہ کہنا تو نے سکھایا
مخلوق میں، وہ خالق ہے سب کا
نہیں جانتا تھا، یہ تو نے بتایا

منزل بہ منزل ، قدم در قدم
جیون کی راہوں پہ چلنا سکھایا
کامیابیوں پر خوش بھی ہوئی تو
ناکامی پر حوصلہ ہے بڑھایا

منزل کو سر کرنے جب بھی چلا میں
اتاریں نظر سے ساری بلائیں
خوشی پہ میری، میرے ماتھے کو چوما
غم میں میرے مانگی راتوں دعائیں

جہاں سے بھی گزروں جہاں پر بھی جاؤں
تیرے پیار کی مجھ کو عادت رہے گی
مجھے روز تیری ضرورت رہی ہے
مجھے روز تیری ضرورت رہی گی

یہ دنیا خوبصورت ہے“ سے ”

Translation

I did not exist anywhere in this world
yet I existed in your thoughts
I had become a dream , a prayer
in the black night and bright day lights

You nourished me with love, hardship
You brought me from the other world to this world
When I opened my eyes I found only you
My eyes preserved image of you

When first sound came out of my lips
In whole of the world I called only you
When I took my first step
You held my finger to make me stable

When I started playing with words
You taught me to call ‘Allah’
I am HIS creation and HE is creator of all
I did not know, You told me that

Goal by goal, step by step
You taught me to walk through the life
You became happy with my success
and encouraged me on my failures

Whenever I started my journeys
Just by looking , you removed all evil eyes
You kissed my forehead when I became happy
and prayed all nights when I was sad

Whatever I do, wherever I go
I am used to your love
I needed you daily in my life
I will need you everyday for rest of my life

– fromYeh Dunya Khubsoorat HaiCopyrights Reserved

From the dawn of mankind on this planet everyone of us is in search of tomorrow…so am I. While keeping my yester years in mind and believing that I can only live in today I have always wondered what does tomorrow hold for me.
Future has always intrigued men but past has provided an anchor, sometimes a hinderance … sometimes a safety. Can we really be safe and satisfied?? …I think not…satisfaction comes from thrill….and thrill comes from insecurity in the risks that await us out there.

Sufaid Jazeera ‘, a book that I liked, laughed while reading it and still remember the concept. Almost fifty years have passed since Nasim Hijazi wrote the book depicting the then current situation of Pakistan. People read it and liked it but they thought the fiction in the book might be relevant to the situations prevailing in late 50s and after few years it would be hard for readers to understand and relate to the book. A decade passed and a new generation grew up in the country, read the book and thought the same way. 70s and then 80s came along, the new generations came across this book and found it interesting how the writer had written something that fits the current situation in the country. One more decade and then another decade took us to the so awaited 21st century. So many things have changed in our country; ever increasing number of dishonest patriots, the booming industry of fanaticism, the ever rising poverty line, out of reach commodity prices, along with so many positive things that have changed the outlook of the country; the infrastructure, the industries, telecom boom, flourishing IT , financial institutions but ironically the generation thinks the same way about the book, the country still feels the same ‘Sufaid Jazeera‘ a drama screened on TV each decade, a re-make with new actors.

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