Tuesday, 1 November 2011
Life Was So Lovely!
Life was so lively , she almost danced on the melody of truth surrounding her. Her earthly body shined under the radiance of golden sun rays like a heavenly realm. Her long hair were falling down like the cascade of pure water with each droplet shining with the clarity of faith. Her dress was simple and elegant , stitched with the sensitivity of a somber soul. Her feet were bare, to keep her in touch with surety of her existence. Her beautiful face was glowing with the confidence of nature and her wide eyes were glimmering with the hopes and dreams. Her head was held high with her self-esteem ,with a slight bend of humility in her slender neck. Her hands were full of flowers of ‘Present ‘carrying the seeds of ‘Tomorrow’.
She was so cheerful and contented that merry tunes never left her delicate lips coated with the sweetness of speech.
She used to live in a small cottage made of wood and straw and used to eat very simple food. Every time she had to go far ,she used to mark her route back to her dwelling.
One day she lost her way back to her home and was found by a 'Devil' disguised like a princely figure as he appeared from behind a tree. He offered to help her find her home again. Life was such a simpleton and naive, she trusted him blindly…for the sake of her ‘home’!
Devil was no one else but a wolf in sheep clothing. He kept deluding her mind with his false stories and fascinations. Life was only but a malleable being. She had never experienced persuasions and seductions before. She got trapped in the glittering net which was not gold.
Devil was an apt conjurer. Through his evil power he succeeded in tempting poor Life to the world of falsehood.
Life was gone astray!
She braided her hair with the jewels and all the droplets of water dried out. She dressed herself into the most expensive and attractive clothing she could have.
She started wearing shoes too!
Her head became higher and her neck stiffer. She started carrying metal coins in her hand instead of flowers!
After some time she forgot about reaching old home ,at all, and preferred to remain lost in the world of delusion of 'high-rise' monument.
The fragrance of her dreams faded away and her head became polluted with smoke. The freshness of her hair was gone forever and they looked dusty and gray. Her eyes looked stony and hopeless and her skin became pale. She remained fearful and hardly smiled.
Life became so obsessed with her ‘life-style’ that she forgot caring about her ‘home‘.
Life is still living with the ' Devil', the illusionist!
But,
Life.... is Faithless….!
Life ...is Homeless.......!!
And,
'Life'...... is so 'Lifeless'……!!!
SW
Dedicated to Mother Nature
Sunday, 16 October 2011
Human Remains
The human remains were found near a large water body besides the woods. They all were immediately drawn towards the muddy puddle stinking like the human wastes as their nostrils were sensitive for such smells. They were the experts of an international investigation team, which was generally meant to explore the causes and effects of different natural disasters of their own planet happening since the arrival of the first human on the earth.
They all were eminent spectators, reporter, narrators of all the happenings discovered and undiscovered, told, untold and retold.
They all were great admirers of happenings and of each other for their only source of living was living on eachother….!
They all were struggling to survive in the land of their own laws and orders. They all had beated many theories of past, present and future including the best known theory of the survival of the fittest. They all were followers of some kind of ‘ism’, if not Darwinism, necessarily, yet they all claimed to hate Idolism.
So it could be self-ism, quite a new introduction , in terms of the philosophical perceptions, to actually look into the mirror of selfish desire they all hold to themselves, while picturing others. It satisfied the hollowness of the statues of their own egos.
They all were Godless and were making others scared of God (s)….!
They all were sinful, yet they were counting other’s sins….!!
*
They all were very well equipped with modern facilities and tacts and knew, when, why, where and how to prey upon the current affairs, like greedy vultures, looking for the suffering, dying, and the dead. of-course.
They always had been helping them to suffer and die in a better way, according to their own perspectives.
Their stomachs were filled with fast and the junk food and their mouths were acidic due to reflexes holding their own vomits. Everything that went , had went and came out making the unholy, un holier! It was the matter of what went in, actually went in their stomachs for centuries and had been coming out from the single orifice.
They all were zombies without hearts and no brains., clones and copies of each other!
They were very fond of darkness , horror, terror and torture and the humor in all of them, yet they were great supporters of all kind of indecencies and terrorism. It was a fetish for the sadist of modern age.,
The modern age was equally primitive in hunting , living or dead, in their ways of burring people alive or digging their graves, dishonoring the dead and their remains, identifying, preserving them in the Museums of their Muses for inspirations, only.
*
No they couldn’t feed the hungry…
No they were not clothing the cloth less…
No they were not sheltering the homeless
Food , Clothes, Shelter…!!!
The questions were roaming like wanderers everywhere in the streets of modern age.
They wanted to help the victims of natural disaster , only to rule them and make them guilty, or in hope to
to use them for their own selfish purposes. They all were fake like their legends and movies acted by and played by shameless celebrities hungry of riches and fame.
They were sparing their surplus pennies, time, tongues and pens to satisfy their own frustrations, knowing their efforts were not even helping them, nor they could change the fate of the planet they had occupied.
Their thoughts were space-bound with no oxygen and their intentions were decaying in their own graves, yet they were putting all the blames on other for self-relief.
They all were in competition with each other and their own selves in order to put robotic smiles on their faces, defiling anyone who happen to come in their way and were ever-ready to be an accomplice when required!
*
When they approached the remains, and started their most wanted adventure, they all were extremely excited.
They could see a body, brutally smothered by the beasts.
It was hard to identify and distinguish the source of the cause and effect. It wasn’t clear whether the body was attacked by the humans or the beasts of the jungle, as each and every inch of the body was telling a different story. Their were gentle bruises by the generous, some deep by the cruel , lusty and the revengeful. Yet…dishonoring caresses, licks , bites and cuts were without any marks of finger prints, of hands, paws and claws. It was hard to tell anything without autopsy!
They looked at each other and passed smiles at the same time assuring themselves that at least they hadn’t done it
They all started collecting samples to satisfy their curiosities, as if they wanted to snatch away everything left behind in order to prolong their enjoyment, as they had never found such a vulnerable and helpless case in the history of their nations.
*
The only thing that was obvious because of the strands of hair, was, that the body belonged to the delicate gender, who could be a daughter, a sister, a mother, a wife or a friend. But certainly was the culprit who might had invited all the corruption and the chaos, patiently and willingly, because of her straightforwardness, causing the main effect and the cause of the creation of such world around her, just like the first woman.
*
The remains were really ancient, and according to the carbon dating , they should have been fossilized .
While on the contrary, they were miraculously preserved as everything was swelling raw and fresh.
The only proof of them being ancient was , there was not a single piece of cloth nearby to cover them. It was all eaten up by the hungry attackers, also, including some in their so-called rescuing attempts.
The sight was equally entertaining for both genders of deep insight. Not a single one dared or wanted to cover the chewed flesh and bones either, as the remains wee not related to them. They all were by-standers smiling and laughing as much as they could.
“She must have been really a brainless case, just like a puppet“ One suggested (wishing why couldn‘t he have one like her!). All agreed ( wishing the same…in future..) started exploring the remnants of skull. Yes there was no brain, for the Brain that can never disintegrate was for the ‘shrewd’ and the ‘cunning‘, only…!
They all became very eager to find the Heart, that could serve as a ‘black box’ to provide more clues, they were wanting desperately to build their castles of lies for their survival in their darkened worlds…but there was no sign of heart either…for heart is all but TRUST…and it was gone forever!
SW
Saturday, 15 October 2011
The Purpose
A young drop was too scared to jump down the cloud. It never wanted to leave its comfortable home, surrounding it like a comforter .It was very well-cushioned inside its dwelling, and wanted to remain happy and hearty inside it.
.The drop had many drops in the neighborhood as it was very fond of making friends…some younger some older …some very old….!
Well …the tiny drops were very innocent … and never bothered to think about what was going around. All they wanted was…. to play all day …like small kids and sing sweet songs….without paying attention to the lyrics…
All older drops were in good health…but they were very lazy….All they wanted was …to stay where they were..just like some middle-aged people watching TV with a bowl of popcorns in their laps.
Very old drops were very tired and somewhat stubborn to leave the chair they used to rock in…listening to old tunes harped by the old Radios of 1901.5 …like their old traditions…keeping.. hard-covered ….heavy books in hands. Just like their burdened …old souls…
Only sometimes when young drops used to get some free-time, those old drops used to tell them stories of bravery and courage of their ancestors. They wanted to encourage the young drops to try to find of purpose in their lives.
The grand-drop of the very young drop we are talking about was known to be the best story-teller in town., but it could never reach the meanings of the morals of the stories, itself!
One day the grand-drop called the young drop who was very busy chatting with its friends. And told the story of a drop which was very scared of jumping down the cloud it dwelled in, but as it never wanted to be turned into a mist and be lost in the invisible pages of history, it gathered its courage and jumped down ...to try its fate.
While the drop was falling down , an oyster opened itself up and trapped the drop inside it. After sometime the drop turned into a n exuberant pearl with the sheen of truth emitting from its body. The drop got preserved on the pages of history …forever…..
While young drop was lending its ears to the story of grand-drop, its heart started glowing with the meanings of the story ..being absorbed…slowly…and gradually…
The young drop met some neighbors and friends and retold the story to them.
Although all the drops could not reach the meanings of the story very well…yet they all agreed to take a chance and try their fates too…in hope to make a difference…
They all gathered their courage and……..jumped!
While they were falling down…they all started smiling in the state of euphoria….shouting…Eureka…Eureka….Eureka….!!!!!!!!!!!
They realized, in no time..that all that was needed…was ..’rain’……! ! ! ! !…! !!!!!!! ….!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SW
Monday, 10 October 2011
Remembering Jinnah
1890 ; A 14 years old boy sees a lawyer wearing a black gown in a court of law, and tells his father;” Baba, I’ll become a barrister”. He was Jinnah the founder of our nation, Pakistan, who was recommended ,to be sent to England for education, by Fredrick Croft, a British businessman and a family friend.
1894; Jinnah becomes a Barrister -at-Law at the age of 18, which stands a record to that day. His determination, so remarkable!
Young Jinnah strives and establishes his law practice, in his early twenties. His journey to his political height begins at his early thirties, when he is elected as a representative of the Legislative Council of the Viceroy.
Having joined the struggle for the Muslims of India, through joining the Muslim League, Jinnah becomes one of the most respectable people of India, before reaching forty.
Although deeply despaired Jinnah ,settles in Britain after the early demise of his beloved wife, yet, his attentions get more focused to Muslim independence, especially, when he realizes that Indian Muslims, are looking at him as a saviour ; his early fifties!
Leaving behind his blooming practice behind in Britain, Jinnah returns to India and establishes the Indian Muslim Federation. His sincerity breathes a new life into the Muslim League; his sixties!
His words: sounds logic” Even if we have to go through fire and blood, we must march on the freedom, otherwise, we ‘ll forever remain poor, weak, illiterate, and slaves of Hindus”.
With his convincing and winsome manners along the sincere advices and help of his companions, Indian
1894; Jinnah becomes a Barrister -at-Law at the age of 18, which stands a record to that day. His determination, so remarkable!
Young Jinnah strives and establishes his law practice, in his early twenties. His journey to his political height begins at his early thirties, when he is elected as a representative of the Legislative Council of the Viceroy.
Having joined the struggle for the Muslims of India, through joining the Muslim League, Jinnah becomes one of the most respectable people of India, before reaching forty.
Although deeply despaired Jinnah ,settles in Britain after the early demise of his beloved wife, yet, his attentions get more focused to Muslim independence, especially, when he realizes that Indian Muslims, are looking at him as a saviour ; his early fifties!
Leaving behind his blooming practice behind in Britain, Jinnah returns to India and establishes the Indian Muslim Federation. His sincerity breathes a new life into the Muslim League; his sixties!
His words: sounds logic” Even if we have to go through fire and blood, we must march on the freedom, otherwise, we ‘ll forever remain poor, weak, illiterate, and slaves of Hindus”.
With his convincing and winsome manners along the sincere advices and help of his companions, Indian
Muslims regains their lost confidence.
1940; the true leader, ruling the hearts and minds of students, becomes “Quaid-e-Azam”, “the great leader“, for everyone. “The word failure is unknown to me”, he says.
Quide-e-Azam, Muhammad Ali Jinnah not only fights like a sword for his people but shields the vulnerable Indian Muslims against the anti-Muslim propaganda, by starting his English newspaper, DAWN. He gives up the presidency of the Muslim League, in favour of yearly elections, which eventually leads to a resounding victory of the League in the general elections.
Jinnah forgets his own self and become restless.
Why? “I’m awake, because my nation is sleeping” he responds to a journalist inquiring about his being awake at late hours.
Similarly, he answers to his worried sister who already believed that there is no word like “holiday” for the active mind of his beloved brother.,” Fatima! Have you ever heard of a general going on vacation, while his army is at war?”
Later in life, he justifies himself, like this,” I’m an old man and I have all the luxuries of life. Why am I toiling hard? It is for you, for the poor of the nation”,
He says at another occasion.( At a stage,he orders his fortune to be distributed to some educational institutes, though)
Jinnah’s determination remains un-beatable when he says” No power on earth can prevent (the creation of) Pakistan! “. His sincerity sensed and judged by the non-muslims , equally, as Gopal Gokhle stated; “ If India ever attains freedom, it will be because of Jinnah…
He succeeds in his struggle of sincerity and announces the great news of freedom to Indian Muslims with his magical words; “PAKISTAN ZINDABAAD!” (Long live Pakistan!) At his age reaching the seventh decade!
Jinnah accomplishes a mission, which Allah destined his life for, despite of some failed assassination attempts by his opponents ,before breathing his last at these words” I have completed my mission.” He leaves several important messages for the new-born country concerning every institution by his expertise.
1940; the true leader, ruling the hearts and minds of students, becomes “Quaid-e-Azam”, “the great leader“, for everyone. “The word failure is unknown to me”, he says.
Quide-e-Azam, Muhammad Ali Jinnah not only fights like a sword for his people but shields the vulnerable Indian Muslims against the anti-Muslim propaganda, by starting his English newspaper, DAWN. He gives up the presidency of the Muslim League, in favour of yearly elections, which eventually leads to a resounding victory of the League in the general elections.
Jinnah forgets his own self and become restless.
Why? “I’m awake, because my nation is sleeping” he responds to a journalist inquiring about his being awake at late hours.
Similarly, he answers to his worried sister who already believed that there is no word like “holiday” for the active mind of his beloved brother.,” Fatima! Have you ever heard of a general going on vacation, while his army is at war?”
Later in life, he justifies himself, like this,” I’m an old man and I have all the luxuries of life. Why am I toiling hard? It is for you, for the poor of the nation”,
He says at another occasion.( At a stage,he orders his fortune to be distributed to some educational institutes, though)
Jinnah’s determination remains un-beatable when he says” No power on earth can prevent (the creation of) Pakistan! “. His sincerity sensed and judged by the non-muslims , equally, as Gopal Gokhle stated; “ If India ever attains freedom, it will be because of Jinnah…
He succeeds in his struggle of sincerity and announces the great news of freedom to Indian Muslims with his magical words; “PAKISTAN ZINDABAAD!” (Long live Pakistan!) At his age reaching the seventh decade!
Jinnah accomplishes a mission, which Allah destined his life for, despite of some failed assassination attempts by his opponents ,before breathing his last at these words” I have completed my mission.” He leaves several important messages for the new-born country concerning every institution by his expertise.
Amongst them are;
“Pakistan not only means freedom and independence but the Muslim Ideology which has to be preserved,
“If we want to make this great State of Pakistan happy and prosperous we should wholly and solely concentrate on the well-being of the people, and especially of the masses and the poor….”
“ Democracy is in the blood of muslims…”“The prosperity and advancement of a nation depend upon its intelligentsia…”
“ Scholarship should come first and then the politics..” (to students)
“ Rise from the dust, so that our clothes remain usoiled and our hands clean clean for the greater tasks that fall to them..”
“Expect the best, Prepare for the worst.”
“No nation can rise to the height of glory unless your women are side by side with you…”
“You have to stand guard over the development and maintenance of Islamic democracy, Islamic social justice and the equality of manhood in your own native soil. With faith, discipline and selfless devotion to duty, there is nothing worthwhile that you cannot achieve.”
***
Jinnah’s personality was a true reflection of the Motto he established for the newborn nation called Pakistan, precisely,” Unity, Faith, and Discipline“.
He had the same majestic stance; he admired a horse for, who runs with his head held high and chest prominent! He won the race like an eminent horse -rider, with the true sportsmanship, w governing his horse
“Pakistan not only means freedom and independence but the Muslim Ideology which has to be preserved,
“If we want to make this great State of Pakistan happy and prosperous we should wholly and solely concentrate on the well-being of the people, and especially of the masses and the poor….”
“ Democracy is in the blood of muslims…”“The prosperity and advancement of a nation depend upon its intelligentsia…”
“ Scholarship should come first and then the politics..” (to students)
“ Rise from the dust, so that our clothes remain usoiled and our hands clean clean for the greater tasks that fall to them..”
“Expect the best, Prepare for the worst.”
“No nation can rise to the height of glory unless your women are side by side with you…”
“You have to stand guard over the development and maintenance of Islamic democracy, Islamic social justice and the equality of manhood in your own native soil. With faith, discipline and selfless devotion to duty, there is nothing worthwhile that you cannot achieve.”
***
Jinnah’s personality was a true reflection of the Motto he established for the newborn nation called Pakistan, precisely,” Unity, Faith, and Discipline“.
He had the same majestic stance; he admired a horse for, who runs with his head held high and chest prominent! He won the race like an eminent horse -rider, with the true sportsmanship, w governing his horse
with his will-power while relying on his “horse’s power”!
He has always been so assured of himself that he said” I first decide, what is “right” and I do it. People come around me and the opposition vanishes.” His deep-rooted insight always strengthened his mission, as he believed” Pakistan was established when the first Indian accepted Islam and the Hindus called him “the untouchable”.
In fact, Jinnah’s life gave meanings to what was in scripted on his early school” “ENTER TO LEARN, GO FORTH TO SERVE”.
***
Famous people, from around the world gave tributes to this great leader in such words. I quote only a few of them, here.
“The force of Jinnah’s convictions and his imitable style struck large audiences into wonder and agreement,” Hector Bolitho. He also said” To doubt Muhammad Ali Jinnah’s sincerity was to question the law of his life,”
Field marshal Sir Claude Auchinleck “M.A. Jinnah is such a smart man. How could he not make history? I admire his tremendous personality and his inexorable determination,”
“ Jinnah was faultless in both ethics and virtue” Said Sarojani Naidu
About his uncanny convictions Lord Mountbatten could not resist to say;”To the end of his life, he made no effort to court popularity or to please the press,..”
“Gandhi was an instrument of power, Jinnah was power,” stated the physician who incidentally had treated both leaders.
Gandhi himself stated;” The singlemindedness and persistent integrity ofMuhammad Ali Jinnah gave him the victory over all his adversaries,..”
Whenever I try to look into those bright eyes in his photo image, it reminds of his friends’ word .How truly Liaqat Ali Khan said ”Jinnah’s eyes were “the twin lamps of truth’. only the honest could look into him straight in the eyes,..”
There was a time, when every Pakistani used to idealize this great hero, but, today;
Do we remember our leader? Do we care to follow him?
Are we really taking care of this God-gifted land we achieved through Jinnah?
Jinnah “A neat, charismatic, well-mannered, Young man, a master of logic. The most intelligent man…” as Lord Montego Chelmsford called him, once.
Or,…” The most important man in Asia,..67, tall, thin, elegant, with a monocle on a grey silk cord and a stiff white collar,’ as Beverly Hill Nichols, described him in her interview titled” The Dialogue with a Giant”.
Or, a simple-at-heart and a straight-forward human being who insists” I have no desire for any position or title. You may simply call me Jinnah or Mr. Jinnah!”
He has always been so assured of himself that he said” I first decide, what is “right” and I do it. People come around me and the opposition vanishes.” His deep-rooted insight always strengthened his mission, as he believed” Pakistan was established when the first Indian accepted Islam and the Hindus called him “the untouchable”.
In fact, Jinnah’s life gave meanings to what was in scripted on his early school” “ENTER TO LEARN, GO FORTH TO SERVE”.
***
Famous people, from around the world gave tributes to this great leader in such words. I quote only a few of them, here.
“The force of Jinnah’s convictions and his imitable style struck large audiences into wonder and agreement,” Hector Bolitho. He also said” To doubt Muhammad Ali Jinnah’s sincerity was to question the law of his life,”
Field marshal Sir Claude Auchinleck “M.A. Jinnah is such a smart man. How could he not make history? I admire his tremendous personality and his inexorable determination,”
“ Jinnah was faultless in both ethics and virtue” Said Sarojani Naidu
About his uncanny convictions Lord Mountbatten could not resist to say;”To the end of his life, he made no effort to court popularity or to please the press,..”
“Gandhi was an instrument of power, Jinnah was power,” stated the physician who incidentally had treated both leaders.
Gandhi himself stated;” The singlemindedness and persistent integrity ofMuhammad Ali Jinnah gave him the victory over all his adversaries,..”
Whenever I try to look into those bright eyes in his photo image, it reminds of his friends’ word .How truly Liaqat Ali Khan said ”Jinnah’s eyes were “the twin lamps of truth’. only the honest could look into him straight in the eyes,..”
There was a time, when every Pakistani used to idealize this great hero, but, today;
Do we remember our leader? Do we care to follow him?
Are we really taking care of this God-gifted land we achieved through Jinnah?
Jinnah “A neat, charismatic, well-mannered, Young man, a master of logic. The most intelligent man…” as Lord Montego Chelmsford called him, once.
Or,…” The most important man in Asia,..67, tall, thin, elegant, with a monocle on a grey silk cord and a stiff white collar,’ as Beverly Hill Nichols, described him in her interview titled” The Dialogue with a Giant”.
Or, a simple-at-heart and a straight-forward human being who insists” I have no desire for any position or title. You may simply call me Jinnah or Mr. Jinnah!”
SW
My Motherland
My Mother Land is a country which means …the sacred, land….Pak ..istan.
It didn’t emerge as a piece of land on the face of globe, but as a Land Mark of individuality and integrity a nation should hold. It was not a business deal with the illegitimate owners of the time., but a struggle of freedom from all kind of spiritual, mental and physical slavery.
It was a thought that changed the fate of the hopeless. It was an inspiration that brought a revolution in suffocated atmosphere of the sub-continent.
No thought or inspiration can be compared with any other thought or inspiration…every single change that happens on the face of earth shows the handiwork of the Divine behind it. So the soul of the newborn land was originally very pure and sacred...Pakistan...in other words...
The Founder of this land, Muhammad Ali Jinnah, was not the one who found it., but also the leader, the builder, the thinker and the soldier, who actually won this sacred piece of bread, through the truth of his spirit and motivations.
The birth of Pakistan is not based on the grounds of hatred. On the contrary, it was for love, self-esteem, originality and better future of the suppressed Muslims of India.
The history of the birth of my motherland marks upon the unique reasons and passions. Its foundation is laid upon many sacrifices and the migration event which was not less than any other migration event printed on the pages of history which hold the similar ground. ..i,e…a struggle against injustice, and prejudice!
This is pity that the pure spirit of the birth of this new land was brutally bruised by the hateful and the envious…even from the same brotherhood…who are still in the state of denial and ambiguity.
Similarly the country had suffered so much internal pains who have been damaging the roots of this God-Given Plant., since it has been planted…especially after the early demise of the gardener . The greed and selfishness of the rulers and care takers have made the country ..a failed state…still… dependent upon the so called world rulers. .
It is suffering from many external and internal threats apart from all kind of genuine problems .The question of shelter, food , cloth and education are still banging the sleeping consciences , actually, clinically dead under the blank sheet of unawareness and insensitivity.
The poor is getting poorer.., the rich…richer..and the ignorant more ignorant…the dead is dying and the vultures are feeding upon the deads.
Political and religious riots, have caused more damage than the calamities.
My heart is bleeding for what I see on TV everyday…and the my blood is on this page you’re reading…I can’t do anything else…against the hatred …the power mightier and darker…than..... a sacred reason and passion…called love!
It didn’t emerge as a piece of land on the face of globe, but as a Land Mark of individuality and integrity a nation should hold. It was not a business deal with the illegitimate owners of the time., but a struggle of freedom from all kind of spiritual, mental and physical slavery.
It was a thought that changed the fate of the hopeless. It was an inspiration that brought a revolution in suffocated atmosphere of the sub-continent.
No thought or inspiration can be compared with any other thought or inspiration…every single change that happens on the face of earth shows the handiwork of the Divine behind it. So the soul of the newborn land was originally very pure and sacred...Pakistan...in other words...
The Founder of this land, Muhammad Ali Jinnah, was not the one who found it., but also the leader, the builder, the thinker and the soldier, who actually won this sacred piece of bread, through the truth of his spirit and motivations.
The birth of Pakistan is not based on the grounds of hatred. On the contrary, it was for love, self-esteem, originality and better future of the suppressed Muslims of India.
The history of the birth of my motherland marks upon the unique reasons and passions. Its foundation is laid upon many sacrifices and the migration event which was not less than any other migration event printed on the pages of history which hold the similar ground. ..i,e…a struggle against injustice, and prejudice!
This is pity that the pure spirit of the birth of this new land was brutally bruised by the hateful and the envious…even from the same brotherhood…who are still in the state of denial and ambiguity.
Similarly the country had suffered so much internal pains who have been damaging the roots of this God-Given Plant., since it has been planted…especially after the early demise of the gardener . The greed and selfishness of the rulers and care takers have made the country ..a failed state…still… dependent upon the so called world rulers. .
It is suffering from many external and internal threats apart from all kind of genuine problems .The question of shelter, food , cloth and education are still banging the sleeping consciences , actually, clinically dead under the blank sheet of unawareness and insensitivity.
The poor is getting poorer.., the rich…richer..and the ignorant more ignorant…the dead is dying and the vultures are feeding upon the deads.
Political and religious riots, have caused more damage than the calamities.
My heart is bleeding for what I see on TV everyday…and the my blood is on this page you’re reading…I can’t do anything else…against the hatred …the power mightier and darker…than..... a sacred reason and passion…called love!
Thursday, 6 October 2011
A Promise
It was yesterday, when I thought of keeping a promise to my son, the youngest of my kids. He is my little buddy, so thoughtful and encouraging, who virtually pulled me out …to life ..after I had a near-death experience , sometimes ago.
It took years to sink down to the bottom , owing to everything destined in our lives, but just a few months to rise again, though not completely to the surface…only because his little hands pulled me out of my grave , desperately waited to engulf me like a slime mold.
While others gave up…he whispered…” You’ll live Mommy…!”
It came out from the bottom of his heart and my heart heard it….which had decided upon not listening to anything…but itself…palpitating, trembling, screaming…bleeding…so vigorously. I could feel the life chocked inside my throat like a bolus which blocks all the peristaltic waves…
I felt as if the beating would escape the wires behind it and will jump out of the Electrocardiogram’s screen…dancing hysterically ..with P, Q, R, S nodes….acting like the crazy notes of disaccorded orchestra
“How are you feeling now?” I heard the doctor calling my name.
“ like Nothing..” ..I managed to utter..
“like I’m dying…” I added calmly
I felt his hands touched my knees as I smiled in concern..and left the Emergancy room..
….
My Son smiled at my unexpected decision , …a lot….as he always avoid to laugh aloud due to a natural grace and divinity he holds with in his God-Given personality..( He resembles his father…not me..J
He always wanted to take me to a long long ‘bike-ride’, which I always had avoided because of my fear of ‘emergency’..
So we packed some snack …took our bikes…and…set out…
We crossed the greenery of the Don Valley, once full of lively waters of the Don River before it changed its direction…climbed down the heavy staircase of the bridge over-head and reached the bike track running along the Don River in its new direction.
The River was shallow and some Salmons were visibly enjoying and basking the early sunrays, under the surface of cloudy water…Morning fragrances was swirling around the trunks of trees, teasing them like the naughty butterflies whispering the wake-up calls…Small bushes were fencing the running water of the river like a group of shy, decorated girls of the Valleys of Northern Pakistan, singing and dancing merrily and gracefully….quite unaware of their natural beauty..
The River was quiet, but it was telling a thousand tales , sunken deep down the bottom…touching earth , beneath…yet invisible and vanished…like the ripples of unknown pebbles, resting silently like the gravestones of anonymous deads.
Along the River we saw a few young and older couples whispering in the trust of their privacy. We saw some solitary sleeping indifferently with their hats covering their eyes…unaware of what’s happening around them. (I just feared they might fall into the river..in their slumber though…!) We really envied the ducks and birds enjoying their unique freedom of their worry-less lives.
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The Track seemed never -ending…arousing the innocent curiosity of my son to reach the end…
He was in pure mood to explore more ..his mode in the 7th. Gear of his heavenly drives….leading me far ahead of the realm of my true self…
“Follow me….” He sounded literarily
“I …I …Sir”…I replied…just like a blind disciple of a godly saint…
“We’ll stay side by side..otherwise..stay behind me..” (Aha) He finally ordered like a general who had lost his army and try to rule the ordinary…
“ Stay at the right side”…I tried to add something of mine under his leadership..
“ Mommy..You know I’m always ‘right’ “ He added pun to the conversation which was bumpy like the track we were traveling.
“And I’m always at left and …and Im always am wrong”: I confessed…and he smiled (a lot…again)
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It was a perfect day and the perfect time …as the track was not crowded…as I always am scared of the crowd…yet we met many different people along the way. All were completely different as Canada is the truest example of diversity and diversity is believed to be Divine…
So precisely all were humans with their hearts ..beating normal and natural rhythms…per minutes…on the normal tracks …and they were enjoying a good Cardio-Work-Out…through their expeditions ..
Some smiled , some whitsled..some ignored…Some were slow, some fast…some alone …some with their family members…well a few with their kids too…
They all were very well-dressed and well equipped…while we both appeared quite strangers to the ‘tracks’..with our casual out-look and …and lost sense of direction…
Had that been a night tracking…then we might had been following the North Star…to direct us to our promised land…but….it was a day…a bright day without any signs of the night …or…stars…anymore..
So we asked a fellow tracker to let us know where we were going..precisely…He stopped by…gave us a huge smile at first…and told us that we were heading towards a real end…lake Ontario….My son was amazed and the twinkles of his bright eyes were expecting me to listen to his silent wishes…..obviously to reach the end…
I refused firmly…as I regained myself ..and my leadership..virtually ‘kid-napped’..by a kid.
.NO..we won’t ..it will exhaust us and will spoil all the fun…on its way…I said
Okay then well-reach at something very interesting and then we’ll have a back gear…he suggested..
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We reached the Station of GO trains…We had never seen so many GO trains, going nowhere…at all..
While he was completely taken by the feel of huge stationary objects ..I was pondering over the fact ..isn’t it all ..that this life is about….going.. no-where…absolutely…we are stuck….or we don’t want to go anywhere at all…
On the way back..we passed a woman strolling with her dog…My son was far ahead…than me as I was completely exhausted…We stopped by the bridge again we had to climb up again…to reach back with our heavy bikes..it seemed too hectic at that time…with all the strength lost already…
We heard the woman saying..“I already knew this must be your son…as he was so courteous as he passed me and my dog“…A lovely compliment from a complete stranger boosted us and we managed to climb..about 60 stairs on a go….
….Finally we both ended up in the same green valley offering a spacious hug with all its heart ..
While my son was eating his snack …I lay down on the grass under the sky…without paying attention to any obnoxious gaze….sank my self in the lap of Earth…caressing motherly with the thousand green projections…underneath,…while the sky’s blue sheet …with floating clouds …covered my whole being…
It was so peaceful…I felt no thirst …no hunger…no pain….neither any joy…it was jus t perfect…to feel as if I was dead…or dying….
As the gray clouds were gathering more rain drops I felt the souls of the dear ones ..out there…calling me…to join them…I closed my eyes….I was being sucked up…by the atmosphere…of eternal peace….of death…
While I was sinking…down and down….it started drizzling ….
“You will live…Mommy”..
I heard a whisper..from no where…
I opened my eyes…and assured the voice..
“ I will….”
“ I will…”
“ I promise….”
SW
Dedicated to my son
As I See Him..
Everyday he sits outside his building around the area, in almost the same type of dressing. He wears T-shirts and shorts. The color of each changes every day ...but not of his mood....
Though he stays still to everyone, yet , to me it seems he is moving..! Moving over thousands of ocean of meaningless thoughts ...like a hover-craft from many centuries ahead....
Ho do I know...?
His body language says it all....! It tells clearly that he is not at rest....
It becomes so obvious that he is not there where he seems to be...or he is not surrounded by the visible atmosphere around him...It defines he is surround by an invisible, alien community inside his head.....as he starts mumbling slowly and louder...and louder....so that the whole neighborhood comes under the spell of his roar...
Not a single word can I catch...or understand.He speaks in really weird language. All I can follow is a rhythm of...
dum dum dum, dum dum, dum
dum dum dum, dum dum, dum
The last notes pitch very high...higher than the high-rise building he lives in...which stands in the middle as a giant cupboard. Suddenly many drawers of the cupboard slide out and people come out in their balconies to catch the glimps of the disturbing source . They watch him from their balconies and I see him from the window of my mind....
In evenings, he watches little kids playing in the compound, sitting quietly on balding patches of grass, with a drink bottle or a can. he opens his legs wide to support his protruding belly , an obvious mark of over-eating and laziness. he is completely bald and clean-shaven..of all the realities of bitter life...
His skin reflects an attractive tone of brown, and he has a mixed texture of white and black of all types...in the rays of setting sun.Sometimes a similar blend is reflected in his thoughtful eyes..Overall , he looks quite handsome and totally harmless....even the kids don't fear him, nor do the community policemen arrest him who ..come to take a duty-stroll there...
There's no penalty for becoming what you really are...it seems less scary...somehow..except it starts gathering people attention...
So ...when he repeats the usual rhythm of dum dum dum....dum dum...dum....he becomes so carried away..that he starts claping....clap...clap...clap....like an applaud that cost thousands of points...
Then he just packs-up..and returns his home, before the sunset..ti rise agin next morning..
He seems just normal besides what I've described above. So people think he must be have a psycological problem, as he seems to be very restless and un-happy..
To me he is peaceful and very happy in his own world...as I see him....!
SW
Dedicated to a street person
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