بہت ہی بھاری یہ عید گزری

My thoughts on the recent turmoil in Pakistan. 

ہے ٹوٹا پھوٹا سا شہر اب کے، اجاڑ بنجر چمن کی نگری
جو دن تھا روشن اندھیر ہے اب، بہت ہی بھاری یہ رات گزری 

تھا شور برپا فضا میں ہر پل، پیام مہکے ہوئے تھے آتے

عجب سا اک واقعہ ہوا ہے،  صبا بھی اب کہ خاموش گزری

نکھر رہے تھے گلاب سارے، بہار آکر ٹھہر گئی تھی

ہے اجڑا اب کہ چمن یہ ایسا، خزاں بھی روتے ہوئے ہے گزری 

کبھی تھی خوشیاں جہاں پہ رقصاں، موسموں میں نکھار سا تھا 

وہیں قیامت ہوئی ہے برپا، وہیں سے رقصاں ہے موت گزری

ابھی تو مقتل بھی سرخرو تھا، ابھی تو لوٹے تھے ہم وہاں سے

ابھی بلاوہ ہے پھر سے آیا، بہت ہی بھاری یہ عید گزری

For non urdu readers:- 

Hy toota phoota sa shehar abky, ujar banjar chaman ki nagri

Jo din tha roshan andhair hy ab, buhat hi bhari ye rat guzri

Tha shour barpa fiza main harpal, piyam mehky huay thy aty

Ajab sa ik waqea hua hy,  khizan bhi roty huay hy guzri 

Kabhi thi khushiyan jahan pe raqsan, mosamon main nikhar sa tha

Waheen qayamat hoi hy barpa, waheen sy raqsan hy mout guzri

Abhi tu maqtal bhi surkhuro tha, abhi tu louty thy hum wahan sy

Abhi bulawa hy phir sy aya, buhat hi bhari ye eid guzri 

We aint no weeds

While covering the Special School carnival, I knew I was writing a one sided story. A story humans love to read. A story celebrating the brighter side of life. That day I vowed to unveil the dark side too. I wanted to write a story which is often despised by humans for having an evil portrayal. A story staining the very word humanity. It took me several months to gather what I wanted to convey and abashedly my words failed to do justice with my thoughts and I ended up with this piece of poetry. I said it earlier and I’ll say it again, hindrance is not their disabilites but our condescened behaviors. Whoever is reading it, I hope, I wish and I pray, undertands the motif behind writing it.

I long for the day when you will accept
I belong to you but don’t get upset

Disablity is nothing but a state of mind
That feeds your prejudice, makes you blind

“Imperfect!” Seems to your vision fam
For an enlightened heart special I am

 A gift from the heavens with special needs
 Differently beautiful, we aint no weeds

Shimmers a hope through my parents’ eyes
My contagious smile lits their lives

A single remark overshadows the wayfare
The struggle, endeavor, hope and the prayer

Your time and love I need the most
Embrace the difference, be a patient host 

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#specialangels #specialkids #poem #poetry 
  

Ode to the children of a lesser god 

(Dedicating this poem perticularly to Syrians suffering for the most trivial and mundane reasons, to my brothers and sisters in kashmir fighting for their freedom and generally to the children of a lesser god)

 I witnessed your sufferings

Your woes and your mournings 

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 Disputed lands and  shattered peace

 Tormented world, warmongers at ease 

Disowned and rejected, your fate is decided

Your land is invaded, the war is one sided


Fogive me my silence, I pardon to thee

The wretched heart has sent a plea 

Worthless words to console your loss

Helpless I am,  my speech, a remorse


The corpse you planted, will bloom bright 

Their souls will reach the majestic height


The wounds will heal, but the scars wont

The memories of loved ones are there to haunt


But  darker the night, brighter the day

Dont you lose hope in the illusionary dismay 


 Bestowed upon them are the blessings to cope

For those who steadfast holding the rope


He alone is sufficient, who watches over thee 

Thus we seek justice from no one but He 

#ode #Syria #Kashmir #Palestine #Burma #Pakistan #sufferings #persecutions #prayers #justice #wordswithoutboarders #poem 

Thy lord is sufficient! 

When I looked into my past years
My myseries sorrows and all my fears
Restless days and sleepless nights
Wordly battles and the inner fights
His sheer benovelence, among the heaviest one
His miraculous mercy shines like the brightest sun
Strengthening the belief, restoring the  peace
Comforting the heart; my life at ease
Gone are the pains, gone are the fears
Gone are the sorrows and no more tears
Thy lord is sufficient, thy lord is sufficient!
A revelation in itself, magnificient,  magnificient
My life, a testimony, let’s have a bet
Submitted more deeply, my soul in debt.

#poem #words #poetsforpeace #Islam 

*Building Dreams*

Adrehma Nasir Elementary School was our destination that day. Started our mindful journey, we were planning the way to interact with the students. ‘Our questions may sound offensive’ was our main concern. Leaving everything on God as always, we prayed. When we reached there, the students were already waiting for us. It was silence all the way. Pin drop silence. A moment of shame for us.

 It was the days of December, the wintry days. Still the students were sitting in a distincful manner oblivious to the extreme cold weather. 

Refreshment was given to us, the formalities we were uncomfortable with. The protocol , the respect we were given was disturbing us. 

The school had its program for us including speeches in both the languages i.e in Urdu and in English.   

It stunned us all. The confidence, the fluency, the shrill voice notes, everything, everything was remarkable. After their program we introduced ourselves and chatted with the students, teachers and the principal of the school. A number of games were played. Later they showed us the school, 3 rooms and a veranda with a handpump for dinking water, a washroom and a small front yard. 

That was all. A school of 180 students with limited furniture, dimly lited rooms and an untold story. A story beyond our comprehension. A story worth our comprehension.

 It was originally a house that was donated by a lady of the same village. 

We were there to help them. Our emotions were the amalgamation of humility with a touch of haughtiness. The purpose of our visit was to have a glimpse of their poor condition ( it may sound offensive) and to raise funds for them. In reality, it was they who were giving us. One of the greatest lears to learn. 

The divine lessons of humbleness, greatfulness, meekness , gratitude, self-effacingness and above all, the lessons of life.

We are still unable to fathom how in such restricted resources they were filled with sheer euphoric attitudes. Their lives were full of ecstasy. Their shallow grins was the reason why we envy their laugh. Their faces were as fresh as the gusty wind of decembers’ evening. 

This jealousy quickly turned into a bottomless brim of shame. With a heartfelt weak smile, we managed to control the outburst of our emotions. To overcome our shame we handed them goodies as a jesture of love from our college. In return they gave us fresh sugarcanes. And we were chackmated,  yet again, but this time we accepted our defeat wholeheartedly.

Leaving after staying for more than two hours, our journey ended by visiting Hazrat Molvi Sher Ali sahib’s (ra) house and the mosque, revealing the glorious and sublime heritage of the village. 

#ASA #AVisitToAdrehma #School #Part1 #Humanity #serving #BuildingDreams #BuildingFuture #reformingschools 

IT’S OUR FAILURE

Being a Pakistani has always been a losing game specially against the terrorism. Just when I started believing in my country, Pakistan was echoed by a series of horrendous attacks. One after the other, taking several innocent lives, sadly, the lives of lesser known humans. 

This new wave of terror is as new as the terrorism in the country. For a time being peace was established for point scoring, NAP was implemented, apparently though, yet the situation remains the same. 

But this isn’t the delimma. The way we react after every tragedy is the real or sometimes the worst tragedy. Glorifying the henious acts, blaming the victims has become a new normal now. Whether it be a shrine, the emblem of love, the epitome of peace or the persecution of Ahmdies, the justification is always there, ironically.

On the other hand, this intense perplexed situation is euphemized by media and politicians labeling the brutal attacks as coward attacks. But here is an unveiled truth. The truth we always neglected, intentionally, to comfort ourselves. 

And the truth is IT IS OUR FAILURE. We are responsible for these vicious attacks. It’s we who are not courageous enough to take a bold step against the enemy. Our mindset, our selective grievance and mourning is strengthening our enemy. Our silence is the oxygen they breathe. Our resilience is their reinforcement. The last time we united against the enemy was the APS massacre. We vowed not to forget and forgive our enemy. We promised to take the revenge of every drop of blood. But we forgot to do so. We always forget to do so. The APS massacre was enough to shaken ourselves from the deep ignorant sleep. But nothing happend. We failed in acheiving our goal. We failed to speak up when it was needed the most. 

Just for the sake of Pakistan, stop lying to yourself. Stop using clichéd, meaningless phrases. Stop acting like an ignorant. The battle against the terrorism is about to end and it’s we who are losing it. Stand now or regret it forever.  The choice is yours. 
#Pakistan #Terrorism #LahoreAttacks #Prayers  

محبت نہیں، عزت تو کر ہی سکتے ہیں.

پہاڑوں کے بعد اگر میں نے کسی سے عشق کی حد تک محبت کی تو وہ اردو زبان تھی. عشق تو پھر جان لیوا ہی ہوتا ہے چاہے پہاڑوں سے ہو یا اپنی زبان سے. اور پھر اگر محبوب روٹھ جائے تو یہ تکلیف ہر تکلیف سے بڑھ کر ہوتی ہے . پچھلے دو سال سے مولونا شیرازی کا قول جو مجھے ٹکٹکی باندھے حسرت کی نگاہ سے دیکھے جارہا ہے، کچھ یوں ہے “اردو کیا ہے؟ ایک کوٹھے کی طوائف ہے، مزہ ہر کوئی لیتا ہے محبت کم ہی کرتے ہیں” 

اسے پڑھنے کے بعد مجھے احساس ہوا کہ میں اردو کی شیرینی سے تو لطف اندوز ہوئی ہوں، اس کی ذومعنی باتوں نے مجھے گھنٹوں اپنی اسیری میں بھی لئے رکھا ،اس کی چاشنی اور مٹھاس ابھی بھی اپنے جوبھن پر ہے، مگر محبت تو نہیں ہوئی.یہ احساس ندامت پہلے پسندیدگی میں بدلہ اور پھر دیکھتے ہی دیکھتے عشق ہو گیا.”مگر اپنی زبان سے تو سب ہی محبت کرتے ہیں. اس میں کونسی کمال کی بات ہے؟ ” لوگ کہتے ہیں.تو اس کیلیے میرا بھی وہی جواب ہوگا جو لیلی کی عام شکل و صورت پر کسی نے دیا تھا کہ لیلی کی خوبصورتی عام آنکھ سے نہیں بلکہ مجنوں کی آنکھ سے دیکھی جاتی ہے. اور پھر عشق کرنا اگر اپنے اختیار میں ہوتا  تو انجام جاننے کے باوجود کوئی نہ کرتا.

گزشتہ ایک لمبے عرصہ سے میں اردو کے بارہ میں لکھنا چاہتی تھی، اس کے ساتھ ہوئی زیادتی پہ معافی مانگنا چاہتی تھی، اس کی خستہ حالی پہ رونا چاہتی تھی اس کے ساتھ کیے جانے والے سلوک پہ افسوس کرنا چاہتی تھی مگر اردو تو مجھ سے روٹھی ہوئی تھی. الفاظ تھے کہ میرا ساتھ ہی نہیں دیتے تھے. قلم میں وہ تاثیر ہی نہ تھی. نہایت تگ و دو کرنے کے بعد کچھ کہنے کے قابل ہوئی تو جو لکھا وہ سامنے ہے. 

وہ زبان جو ہماری شناخت ہے، جس کو بنیاد بنا کر ہم نے الگ ملک مانگا تھا. جس کو بولنے والے معززین کہلاتے تھے.جس کے ایک نخریلی محبوبہ کی طرح ناز اٹھائے جاتے تھے، اب نہ جانے کونسے چوراہوں پہ دھکے کھا رہی ہے. کہاں کہاں نہ جانے اسے دھتکارا گیاتھا. بہت سی جگہوں سے اسے ذلیل کر کے نکالا گیا تھا اور بہت سی جگہوں پہ ابھی رسوا ہونا باقی تھا.مگر اردو تو ہم سے روٹھ گئی نا.وہ جو کبھی ہمارا فخر تھی آج اس کو بولتے ہوئے کہیں نہ کہیں شرمندگی محسوس کرتے ہیں.کہنے والے کہتے ہیں کہ آپکی تاریخ، آپ کی ثقافت، آپ کا رہن سہن سب آپ کی زبان میں محفوظ ہوتے ہیں اور جب آپ کی زبان بولنے والےختم ہوجاتے ہیں آپ کی زبان بھی ختم ہوجاتی ہے.مگر کہنے والے تو ہمیشہ ہی کچھ نہ کچھ کہتے رہتے ہیں. سننے والے ابھی پیدا نہیں ہوئے.

میرے لکھنے کا ہرگز یہ مقصد نہیں کہ میں آپ سے یا آپ دوسروں  سے بہتر ہیں.  نہ میں یہ چاہتی ہوں کہ آپ زبردستی اس کو بولیں، اس سے محبت کریں یا اس سے عشق کریں. ہر گز نہیں. مگر میں اتنا ضرور چاہتی ہوں کہ کبھی نہ کبھی یہ آپ کی زبان ہی تھی. کبھی نہ کبھی اچھی تو لگی ہوگی.محبت نہ سہی عزت تو کر ہی سکتے ہیں؟ یقین کریں اردو زبان بھی ہم سے یہی توقع لگائے بیٹھی ہے کہ ہم شاید اس کا کھویا ہوا مقام دے ہی دیں.ورنہ اگر اس کے بس میں ہوتا تو یہ بھی ہماری طرح دھتکارے جانے کے بعد کبھی اپنی شکل نہ دکھاتی.اردو تو ہمیں اپنا مانتی ہے اب وقت ہے ہم بھی اسے اپنا مان لیں. 

IT’S ALL ABOUT HUMANITY

A few days ago, I was sitting in my college’s ground with my class fellows and suddenly I heard someone’s cry. Just behind my back a little girl was crying loudly. I asked my fellows to see what’s the matter. They were not interested in her. One of them said ” leave her, she’s not even cute”. I felt ashamed at that time but ignoring them I went to ask the girl what’s the problem? She didn’t answer me, may be I was a stranger to her. I again asked her what is bringing her such pain? And this time an Amma (a worker) replied : ‘She is unable to find her mother. Go to the second floor and tell Mehwish ( her mother) that her child is crying.’ And so without waiting a single moment I left. Like a super hero I was there in less then 10 seconds.The second floor was empty, there was no one. and I felt as if I have lost someone ( because the girl was now screaming) .I came back to the ground-floor and told Amma that there is no one out there. After a few seconds she told me her mother is moping the 4th  floor. And I again like a super hero went where my destination was (4th floor obviously) . Adrenalin was pumping in my veins. I was short of breath .After reaching there I saw two ladies were moping the floor. And this time I felt as if I have found what I have lost. As if I was on the mountaintop . I  felt like a lover who yearn for his beloved’s sight and now the beloved was right there. But in my case neither I was the lover nor the Amma was my beloved ( actually I saw her for the very first time). I asked who is Mehwish and one of them said ‘I am, what’s the problem’. I told her your girl is crying downstairs and she said drop her to another Amma ( forgot the name). and I was like seriously?? But in the end I successfully dropped her as I was told. And trust me, nothing comforted me like this before.

The purpose of writing this story is not to show off but to show that wherever we are, it’s not the religion that binds us, neither our cultural backgrounds nor our nationality, it’s the humanity that connects every single human being. I  didn’t know what the name of that girl was? I never saw her before this incident but I felt pain when I saw her crying. I wanted to help her without knowing what the reason is. The people who were completely strangers to me, I felt connected with them. Because it’s all about HUMANITY.

 

#Humanity #ServingMankind #Life #Purpose #HumanityFirst #EVERYSTORYISWORTHSHARING 🙂

PS: I know it’s a very small incident but try to focus on the message. Humanity still needs you.

 

“Celebrating the Angels”

Darkness from the society can only be driven out by an enlightened, humanitarian, devoted heart and by a dedicated soul. After covering the special school carnival I was truly amazed to see the self-sacrificing attribute of humanity. 10th and 11th of December was allocated to celebrate the angels. Like last year, this time too Nusrat Jahan College was the host.

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To welcome the special guests, special arrangements were made.

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Ground floor of NJC was converted into a play land.

Stalls attracting the attention of children were on display. A food street was also made as mean of refreshment.jjj2.jpg

 

There were colors of life, joy, love, compassion and most importantly humanity.

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“This year, it is on a bigger scale”, said Hassan Munir, the deputy director of Nazarat Taleem, regarding the improvements.

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He further adds “The quality this year has  improved by the extensive shows (the magic show, the monkey show and the juggling) “

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To explain the purpose of the event, he said “Children are being victimized even by their parents, hence the parents hide them. The reason behind holding such events is to give relief to the children as well as their families. The event is one of its own kind. Extended families are able to attend the function just because of these children. This is the time of the year when their families realize their real worth.”  

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Unfortunately we live in a stigmatized society. The deeply rooted stereotypical thinking needs to be eradicated. I talked to a mother of a handicapped, regarding the challenges she faces. She replied with a heartfelt sigh: “People, especially the young children mock my son. They even beat him. Way before educating my son, I think, it’s the normal people who need to be educated”

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 The problem is not their disabilities but the way we treat them.

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According to Uzma Waqar, a volunteer from the USA and currently working in a special school in the USA, the biggest problem they are facing is not having a proper building. For her “It is not only the donations they need but our time.”

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In context to the promotion of this event she said: “People are not aware of such events and thus the response we need is not what we are getting. Events like these need to be promoted nationally and internationally “

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According to Aneesa, currently teaching at the special school, “There are a lot of challenges we are facing but we know in the end we will triumph and this keeps us galvanized.”

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 I had a chance to chat with Dr. Maleeha, a selfless soul and a devoted physiotherapist. She told me the formula of making difference in lives and that is having dedication for one’s profession and gaining the   strength of breaking the stigma. That is how your enlightened heart can drive out the darkness.

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When I talked to the principal of NJC, she was overwhelmed with emotions of joy and happiness. “The smiles”, she said:” keeps me motivated”.

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Ending my writing without giving a huge shout out to all the volunteers out there would be a sheer injustice. The team of volunteers includes the teachers, the principals, the students of NJC and the whole Nazarat family, who tirelessly worked day and night to bring out such a huge event.  “To hold such an event” said Hassan Munir, “a large amount of manpower is also needed and the volunteers reduce it to great extent.”

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While covering the event, I never thought it will have a great impact on my life. I will not call it a life changing moment but I would rather say that there was life in that moment.

 

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It was light amidst the darkness, a beacon of hope in the aura of despair, peace and love amidst a world of unrest. It was the celebration of humanity.

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For further details visit : http://www.specialschoolrabwah.com 

مخالفینِ احمدیت کے نام

جو لکھنا چاہوں تو لکھ ہی ڈالوں سوال سارے جواب سارے

تمہی پشیمان ہوگے یارو، جو کھول دوں میں حساب سارے 

نکال پھینکا ہے ہم کو ایسے کہ جیسے اپنی زمیں نہیں ہے

یہ شہر اپنا نہیں ہے ہرگز نہ لوگ اپنے نہ گھر ہمارے 

دلوں میں نفرت رہی ہمیشہ، ہماری الفت  حقیر تھی کیا؟ 

بس ایک حسرت ہے اپنےاندر کبھی لگو تم گلے ہمارے 

نکال دیکھو صدی کو پچھلی، خودی بتاؤ یہ کیا ہوا ہے بلندیوں کو ہیں چھو رہے ہم، مگر کھڑے تم گڑھے کنارے

تمہاری گلیاں اندھیر نگری، ہمارے شہروں میں روشنی ہے 

جہاں پہ تم تھےوہیں کھڑے ہو مگر رواں ہیں قدم ہمارے 

تمہی تھے منصف، تمہی گواہ تھے تمہی نے تھا فیصلہ سنایا

مگر ہمارا خدا ہوا تھا, اسی نے بگڑے سبھی کام سنوارے

وفا کی مشعل جلائی ہم نے لہو سے اپنے جنوں سے اپنے 

چلیں ہیں مقتل میں سر اٹھا کر بزرگ بچے جواں ہمارے

وہ زخم دے کر سمجھ رہا تھا شکست کھائی ہے ہم نے، لیکن 

یہ زخم اپنے بھرے ہیں ایسے کہ کھل اٹھے ہیں گلاب سارے 


#Ahmadiyyat #Thoughts #UruPoetry