Friday, 12 September 2014

Mere Hamdam Mere Dost



Sobia, hoshmandi (alertness) se ziada kabhi be-ihtiati (carelessness) soodmand useful) sabit hoti hay aur aksar hamaqatoN (mischiefs) ka ajar bhi mil jata hay. saari baat muhabbat main rakh rakhao (etiquettes) ki hay, rawayyay (aattitude) aur ehdaaf (goals) ki hay. yaadoN k dareechay khultay hain tu barri mushkil se band hotay hain. choti se choti aur ghair ehm baat yaad aati hay. aesay jesay k tareek wajood main aas ki kirnaiN .....

taluqat bhi kisi na kisi morr pr khatam ho jatay hain....haan, un k saye kabhi khatam nahi hotay. Kuch rishtoN ko na tu ham qubool krtay hain aur na rad kr sktay hain. Muhabbat ki rahoN main bhi kinaray kinaray chalna parta hay. Dil ko dimagh ki baagoN k qaboo main rakhna parta hay. Barkha rut main sada zindagi barri masoomiat se larkhara jati hay. kuch lamhati tajrubay insaan ki sari zindagi pr muheet ho jatay hain.bas ik haseen yad, lamhay se khilwat roshan, dil bhi abaad aur zehn bhi. Aankh band tu sapna, kholo tu haqeeqat. zindagi k na khatam honay walay safar main mayoosi k andheroN k bawjood roshni k naye jugnoo talash krnay partay hain...

Pta nahi hmaray ikhtiar main zindagi ko forward krnay ka button kion nahi hay, ta k jaan skain k kis ka sath umar bhar ka hay aur kis ka lamhay ka.
Goya hum kainaat ki veranioN main urrtay huay awara zarray hain jin ko na zameen nigalti hay na asmaan sambhalta hay. Phir bhi safar ko beech main nahi chor sktay.

wo   kahaniaN     adhoori   jo     na    ho     skain   g   poori
unhain main bhi kion sunaooN unhain tum bhi kion sunaao

Wednesday, 10 September 2014

Evening in Shahi Mohalla; the world inside Texali Gate, Lahore

Sometimes a real adventure is pursuing something that was never in your bucket list. Well like everybody I also have a long long list of things I want to do before I die. I think that those things will give me real happiness and peace of mind. I am not sure will I ever go on a world tour or at least to Nanga Parbat. I don't know whether my wish of marrying a rich, loving and noble man approx. 10 years elder than me will ever be accomplished. I don't know if I can ever Hifz the Holy Quran and so on. I always keep on thinking once I ll be able to do x y z things only then I can be happy. But today I have realised that there are moments in ones life that give you so much happiness, internal satisfaction and peace that you fail to remain depressed.
This was totally unexpected, unplanned and initially undesired but with the passage of time it turned into a planned, adventurous, and full of fun evening.

The time spent today in the walled city of Lahore (though it was just a gate) is a real treasure for the rest of my life. In this corner of the city the Sun rises when everywhere else it sets of. Instead of working from 8 am to 4 pm the business hours here are 8 pm to 1 am during week days. and 8 pm to 2 am on weekends.
Old City of Lahore; Architecture restored for commercial purpose

The food street here is a restoration to old architecture and a represents cultural heritage of the area. One forgets the taste of the meal as the typical ambience, the music, the aroma and roof top is itself a big treat. I may go there again and again but it will always remind me of my today's trip. I am not going to miss it. I am going to cherish it.
A view of Badshahi Mosque from an Old building nearby. (Photo by: Swaiba EA)
Swaiba EA
Lahore
Sep 9, 2014

Wednesday, 3 September 2014

You made me wait so long,
So long that
I got used to missing you
You came back after a long time
I now love longing for you more
than I love you.


Rumi (R.A.)

Tuesday, 2 September 2014

Iblees Ki Majlis-e-Shura (THE DEVIL’S CONFERENCE)

Iblees (IBLIS):

Ye Anasir Ka Purana Khail, Ye Dunya-e-Doon
Sakinan-e-Arsh-e-Azam Ki Tamanaon Ka Khoon!

This ancient game of elements, this base world!
The frustration of the longings of the great Empyrean’s dwellers.

Uss Ki Barbadi Pe Aaj Aamada Hai Woh Kaarsaaz
Jis Ne Uss Ka Nam Rakha Tha Jahan-e-Kaaf-o-Noon

Upon its destruction is bent to?day that Fashioner of things,
Who gave it the name, “The world of Be it so.”

Mein Ne Dikhlaya Farangi Ko Mulukiyat Ka Khawab
Mein Ne Tora Masjid-o-Dair-o-Kalisa Ka Fusoon

I inspired in the European the dream of Imperialism:
I broke the spell of the Mosque, the Temple and the Church

Mein Ne Nadaron Ko Sikhlaya Sabaq Taqdeer Ka
Mein Ne Muneim Ko Diya Sarmayadari Ka Junoon

I taught the destitute to believe in Destiny:
I infused into the wealthy the craze for Capitalism.

Kon Kar Sakta Hai Uss Ki Aatish Soozan Ko Sard
Jis Ke Hungamon Mein Ho Iblees Ka Souz-e-Daroon

Who dare extinguish the blazing fire in him,
Whose tumults are stimulated by the inherent passion of Satan?

Jis Ki Shakhain Hon Humari Aabiyari Se Buland
Kon Kar Sakta Hai Uss Nakhl-e-Kuhan Ko Ser Nigoon!

Who could summon the courage to bend down the old tree,
Whose branches their height to our watering owe?

Pehla Musheer (FIRST COUNCILOR):

Iss Mein Kya Shak Hai Ke Muhkam Hai Ye Ibleesi Nizam
Pukhta Tar Iss Se Huwe Khuay Ghulami Mein Aawam

Stable is the Satanic system, no doubt there is!
It has further strengthened in the commoners their slavishness indeed.

Hai Azal Se In Gharibon Ke Muqaddar Mein Sujood
In Ki Fitrat Ka Taqaza Hai Namaz-e-Be Qayam
Since the dawn of Time have these helpless mortals been ordained to prostration:
Prayer devoid of the posture of standing straight is their nature’s constant urge.

Arzoo Awwal To Paida Ho Nahin Sakti Kahin
Ho Kahin Paida To Mer Jati Hai Ya Rehti Hai Kham

In their heart no desire can in fact take its birth:
But if it does, perchance, it dies or is left unripe.

Ye Humari Saee-e-Peham Ki Karamat Hai Ke Aaj
Sufi-o-Mullah Mukuliyat Ke Bande Hain Tamam

What wonders have our hard, persistent endeavours wrought!
To?day finds the mystics and the priests all as subjects of Imperialism.

Taba-e-Mashriq Ke Liye Mouzoon Yehi Afyoon Thi
Warna 'Qawwali' Se Kuch Kam Tar Nahin 'Ilm E Kalam'

Suited to the disposition of the East was this opium indeed:
Otherwise Ilm?i?Kalam is no less self?effacing than qawwali in effect

Hai Tawaf-e-Hajj Ka Hungama Agar Baqi To Kya
Kund Ho Kar Reh Gyi Momin Ki Taeg-e-Be Nayam

What matters it, if the tumult of the pilgrimage and tawaf abides?
For, rendered blunt, lies unused the unsheathed sword of the Faithful.

Kis Ki Naumeedi Pe Hujjat Hai Ye Farman-e-Jadeed
'Hai Jihad Iss Dour Mein Mard-e-Musalman Par Haram!'

Whose despair does this latest Ordinance prove:
“To the Muslim in this age is forbidden fighting in Lord’s name”?

Dusra Musheer (SECOND COUNCILOR):

Khair Hai Sultani Jumhoor Ka Ghogha Ke Sherr
Tu Jahan Ke Taza Fitnon Se Nahin Hai Ba-khabar!

Is the clamour for “Government by the people” evil or good?
Are you unaware of the fresh mischiefs of the world?

Pehla Musheer (FIRST COUNCILOR):

Hun, Magar Meri Jahan Beeni Batati Hai Mujhe
Jo Mulukiyat Ka Ek Parda Ho, Kya Uss Se Khatar!

Aware am I! but tells me my cosmic foresight:
No danger from what is but a masquerade for imperialism.

Hum Ne Khud Shahi Ko Pehnaya Hai Jumhoori Libas
Jab Zara Aadam Huwa Hai Khud Shanas-o-Khud Nigar

We ourselves have dressed imperialism in the garb of democracy
When man has grown to be a little self?conscious and self?observant.

Karobar-e-Sheher Yari Ki Haqiqat Aur Hai
Ye Wujood-e-Meer-o-Sultan Par Nahin Hai Munhasar

The true nature of the system of imperialism lies elsewhere:
It depends not on the existence of an individual leader of king.

Majlis-e-Millat Ho Ya Parvaiz Ka Darbar Ho
Hai Woh Sultan, Ghair Ki Khaiti Pe Ho Jis Ki Nazar

Be it a national assembly of the court of Parviz,
Whoever casts a covetous eye on other’s harvest is a king.

Tu Ne Kya Dekha Nahin Maghrib Ka Jumhoori Nizam
Chehra Roshan, Androon Changaiz Se Tareek Tar!

Have you not observed the democratic system of the West?
With a brilliant exterior, its interior is darker than Genghis’s.

Teesra Musheer (THIRD COUNCILOR):
Rooh-e-Sultani Rahe Baqi To Phir Kya Iztarab
Hai Magar Kya Uss Yahoodi Ki Shararat Ka Jawab?

No cause for anxiety then, if the spirit of imperialism be preserved:
But what counter?measure to the mischief wrought by that Jew have you?

Woh Kaleem Be-Tajalli, Woh Maseeh Be-Saleeb
Neest Peghambar Wa Lekin Dar Baghal Darad Kitab

That Moses without Light, that Jesus without the Cross:
No prophet is he, yet with him a book he carries.

Kya Bataun Kya Hai Kafir Ki Nigah-e-Parda Souz
Mashriq-o-Maghrib Ki Qaumon Ke Liye Roz-e-Hisab

I can hardly explain what significance does the infidel penetrating vision possess:
It is, methinks, the day of reckoning for the peoples of the East and the West.

Iss Se Barh Kar Aur Kya Ho Ga Tabiat Ka Fasad
Torh Di Bandon Ne Aaqaon Ke Khaimon Ki Tanab!

No greater corruption of human nature than this would be:
Slaves have broken asunder the ropes of the masters’ tents.

Chotha Musheer (FOURTH COUNCILOR):

Torh Uss Ka Rumatul Kubra Ke Aewanon Mein Dekh
Aal-e-Ceaser Ko Dikhaya Hum Ne Phir Ceaser Ka Khawab

Watch its counteraction in the palaces of Imperial Rome:
Again did we inspire in the descendants of Caesar the dream of Caesar.

Kon Behar-e-Rome Ki Moujon Se Hai Lipta Huwa
'Gah Balad Choon Sanobar' Gah Nalad Choon Rabab

Who is coiled round the waves of the Mediterranean?
That now expands like a pine, and then wails like a rebeck!

Teesra Musheer (THIRD COUNCILOR)

Mein To Uss Ki Aaqabat Beeni Ka Kuch Qael Nahin
Jis Ne Afrangi Siasat Ko Kiya Yun Behijab

Little do I recognize him to be a man of far?sighted wisdom:
(A fool!) who has thus European politics exposed.

Panchwan Musheer -Iblees Ko Mukhatib Kar Ke (FIFTH COUNCILOR -TURNING TO IBLIS):

Ae Tere Souz-e-Nafas Se Kaar-e-Aalam Ustawar!
Tu Ne Jab Chaha, Kiya Har Pardagi Ko Ashikaar

O you! the fire of whose breath lends stability to the world?process:
Whenever you wished, everything hidden presently did you reveal.

Aab-o-Gill Teri Hararat Se Jahan-e-Souz-o-Saaz
Abla-e-Jannat Teri Taleem Se Danaye Kaar

It is your fire that has transformed dead earth and water into a world of beauty and endeavour:
Inspired by your instruction, the fool of Paradise turns a seer

Tujh Se Barh Kar Fitrat-e-Aadam Ka Woh Mehram Nahin
Sada Dil Bandon Mein Jo Mashoor Hai Parwardigar

More closely familiar with man’s nature than you is not He:
Who among the simpletons is known as God the Sustainer.

Kaam Tha Jin Ka Fakat Taqdees-o-Tasbeeh-o-Tawaf
Teri Gairat Se Abad Tak Sar Nigun-o-Sharamsaar

Those whose business was confined to sanctifying, singing hymns and going round:
Your sense of self?respect has out them to shame for ever, with their heads hanging low.

Garcha Hain Tere Mureed Afrang Ke Sahir Tamam
Ab Mujhe In Ki Farasat Par Nahin Hai Atibar

Though the wizards of Europe all are disciples to you:
No longer have I faith in their sagacity left.

Ye Yahoodi Fitna Gar, Woh Rooh-e-Mazdak Ka Barooz
Har Kaba Hone Ko Hai Iss Ke Janoon Se Tar Tar

That Jew, that mischief?maker, that reincarnation of Mazdak:
Each tunic is about to be torn to shreds by his fanaticism.

Zagh-e-Dashti Ho Raha Hai Humsar-e-Shaheen-o-Chargh
Kitni Sura’at Se Badalta Hai Mazaaj-e-Rozgar

Behold! the wild crow is vying with the falcon and the hyena:
Lo, how swiftly does the disposition of Time allow of a change!

Cha Gyi Ashufta Ho Kar Wusat-e-Aflaak Par
Jis Ko Nadani Se Hum Samajhe The Ek Musht-e-Ghubar

It spread about, and covered the whole expanse of skies:
What we unwisely had taken for a handful of dust.

Fitna-e-Farda Ki Haibat Ka Ye Alam Hai Ke Aaj
Kanpte Hain Kohsar-o-Murghzar-o-Ju’ay bar

Such is the state of the ghastly dread of the morrow’s disturbance:
To?day tremble with overwhelming awe, mountains, meadows and rivers all.

Mere Aaqa! Vo Jahan Zair-o-Zabar Hone Ko Hai
Jis Jahan Ka Hai Fakat Teri Sayadat Par Madar

That world is going to turn topsy?turvy, my Lord!
The world which resteth solely on your governance.

Iblees -Apne Musheeron Se (IBLIS -TO HIS COUNCILORS):

Hai Mere Dast-e-Tasarruf Mein Jahan-e-Rang O Bu
Kya Zameen, Kya Mehar O Mah, Kya Asaman-e-Tu Ba Tu

Absolute command have I of the world of scent and hue!
The earth, the sun, the moon and the firmaments all

Dekh Lain Ge Apni Ankhon Se Tamasha Gharb-o-Sharak
Main Ne Jab Garma Diya Aqwam-e-Europe Ka Lahoo

With their own eyes shall the West and the East witness the Spectacle:
When I but warm the blood of the nations of Europe

Kya Imamane Siasat, Kya Kaleesa Ka Shayookh
Sub Ko Diwana Bana Sakti Hai Meri Aik Hoo

The leaders of politics and the patriarchs of church all:
One call from me would be enough to turn them mad.

Kargah Sheesha Jo Nadan Samjhta Hai Usse
Tor Kar Dekhe To Iss Tehzeeb Ke Jam-o-Saboo!

The fool who considers it to be mere glass?work:
Let him dare smash the goblets and ewers of this Civilization.

Dast-e-Fitrat Ne Kiya Hai Jin Girebanon Ko Chaak
Mazdaki Mantaq Ki Souzan Se Nahin Hote Rafoo

The collars torn asunder by the hand of Nature:
Can’t be darned with the needle of the Mazdakite logic.

Kab Dara Sakte Hain Mujh Ko Ishtaraki Koocha Gard
Ye Preshan Rozgar, Ashufta Maghz, Ashufta Mu

How could I be frightened by these Socialists, straying about the streets?
Wretched and straitened, distracted in mind, incoherent in speech!

Hai Agar Mujh Ko Khatar Koi To Uss Ummat Se Hai
Jis Ki Khatstar Mein Hai Ab Tak Shirar-e-Arzu

Amongst this people there are still to be seen a few
Which still a spark of ambition hidden in its ashes retains

Khal Khal Iss Qaum Mein Ab Tak Nazar Ate Hain Vo
Karte Hain Ashak-E-Sehargahi Se Jo Zalim Wazoo

The only menace I anticipate may come that community:
Who go so far as to perform their ablutions with the tears of pre?morning hours.

Janta Hai, Jis Pe Roshan Batin-e-Ayyam Hai
Mazdkiat Fitna-e-Farda Nahin, Islam Hai!

Knows he to whom are revealed the inner secrets of Time:
Not Mazdakism, but Islam is to be the trouble of the morrow.

Janta Hun Main Ye Ummat Hamal-e-Quran Nahin
Hai Wohi Sarmayadari Banda-e-Momin Ka Deen

I do know this community is no longer the bearer of the Quran:
The same Capitalism is the religion of the Believer now

Janta Hun Main Ke Mashriq Ki Andheri Raat Mein
Be Yad-e-Baiza Hai Peeran-e-Haram Ki Asteen

And I know, too, that in the dark night of the East
The sleeve of the holy ones of the Sanctuary is bereft of the white, illuminating hand.

Asre-e-Hazir Ke Taqazaon Se Hai Lekin Ye Khof
Ho Na Jaye Ashakara Shara-e-Peghambar Kahin

The demands of the present age, however, spell the apprehension:
Lest the Shari‘ah of the Prophet should come to light one day:

Alhazar! Aaeen-e-Peghambar Se Sou Bar Alhazar
Hafiz-e-Namoos-e-Zan, Mard Azma, Mard-e-Afreen

Beware, a hundred times beware, of the Law of the Prophet!—
The protector of women’s honour, the tester of men’s capacities, the rearer of worthy men!

Mout Ka Pegham Har Nu-e-Ghulami Ke Liye
Ne Koi Faghfoor-o-Khaqaan, Ne Fareeq-e-Reh Nasheen

The message of death to any kind of slavery!
No sovereigns and no monarchs, no mendicants begging!

Karta Hai Doulat Ko Har Aaludgi Se Pak Saaf
Munemon Ko Maal-o-Doulat Ka Banata Hai Ameen

It does purify wealth of all pollution:
It makes the wealthy trustees of wealth and property.

Iss Se Barh Kar Aur Kya Fikar-o-Amal Ka Inqilaab
Padshahon Ki Nahin, Allah Ki Hai Ye Zameen!

What greater revolution in thought and action will there be:
Not to the crowned heads, but to God alone does this Earth belong!
Chasme Alam Se Rahe Poshida Ye Aaeen To Khoob
Ye Ghanimat Hai Ke Khud Momin Hai Mehroom-e-Yaqeen

Better, if this Law be kept hidden from the world’s eye:
So much the better, the Believer himself is deprived of inner conviction.

Hai Ye Behter Elahiyat Mein Uljha Rahe
Ye Kitab Ullah Ki Taweelat Mein Uljha Rahe

Better that he remains busy and entangled in the metaphysical theology:
Better, that he remains busy and entangled in the interpretations of the Book of God.

Tor Dalain Jis Ki Takbeerain Talism-e-Shash Jihat
Ho Na Roshan Uss Khuda Andaish Ki Tareek Raat

Whose cries of God is Most High could break the charm of the universe:
May the dark night of that God?thinking man not ever turn bright!

Ibne Mariam Mar Gya Ya Zinda Javaid Hai
Hain Sifat-e-Zaat-e-Haq, Haq Se Judda Ya Ayn Zaat?

Is the Son of Mary dead or is he endowed with eternal life?
Are the Attributes of God separate from God, or do they form what He is?

Ane Wale Se Maseeh-e-Nasiri Maqsood Hai
Ye Mujaddid, Jis Mein Hon Farzand-e-Mariam Ke Sifat?

Does the expected mean Jesus of Nazareth?
Or a Renewer, endowed with the attributes of the Son of Mary?

Hain Kalam Ullah Ke Alfaz Hadis Ya Qadeem
Ummat Marhoom Ke Hai Kis Aqeede Mein Nijat?

Are the letters of the Word of God New or of Old?
In which of the doctrines does the salvation of the Blessed Community lies

Kya Musalman Ke Liye Kafi Nahin Iss Dour Mein
Ye Elahiyat Ke Tarshay Huwe Laat- O-Manaat?

Are not enough to the Faithful in this age:
These idols of worship carved by Metaphysical Theology?

Tum Isse Begana Rakho Alam-e-Kirdar Se
Ta Bisat-e-Zindagi Mein Iss Ke Sub Muhre Hon Maat

Keep him separate from world of character
Until he loses all the plans(tactical moves) of life

Khair Issi Mein Hai, Qayamat Tak Rahe Momin Ghulam
Chor Kar Auron Ki Khatir Ye Jahan-e-Be-Sabat

Our safety lies in that Believer remains a slave till Doomsday:
Renouncing this transitory world for others’ sake.

Hai Wohi Shair-o-Tasawwuf Iss Ke Haq Mein Khoob Tar
Jo Chupa De Iss Ki Ankhon Se Tamasha-e-Hayat

What is good in his case is that poetry and mysticism
Which may keep hidden from his eyes the game of Life.

Har Nafas Darta Hun Iss Ummat Ki Baidari Se Mein
Hai Haqiqat Jis Ke Deen Ki Ahtisaab-e-Kainat

Every moment do I dread the awakening of this community
Whose religion is, in reality, nothing short of taking account of the universe

Mast Rakho Zikar-o-Fikar-e-Subhgahi Mein Isse
Pukhta Tar Kar Do Mazaaj-e-Khanqahi Mein Isse

Keep him well absorbed in the thought and contemplation of God in pre?morning hours:
Ye all make him grow stronger in his monastic disposition!


P.S.

1. Initially I wanted to share only selected verses from the poem. But once I started to make excerpts I realised that its meaningless to isolate the verses from the main body. Therefore, I am sharing it bilingually so that its essence may not be distorted. The content is copied from http://iqbalurdu.blogspot.com/

2. One of the must read poems of Allama Iqbal.

Thursday, 21 August 2014

wo


wo
daer gaye
ghar lot-tay he bistar pr girta hay
aur thaka hara gehri neend so jata hay

wo
diary main
apnay khud-sakhta dukh likhti hay
aur skoon se so jati hay

Thursday, 14 August 2014

Hug o' War

I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.

Wednesday, 13 August 2014

Whom I don't Remember

I wanted to write this earlier but I could not due to my roller coaster days. During last week every day I lived I was exhausted over my capacity. Though every night I wanted to spend some time with myself being reading, writing, thinking and creating but I couldn’t make it. As soon as my back touched the bed I was embraced by sleep. I am happy for this and I feel blessed that I got something that kept me engaged, something that consumed me, something for which I utilized my capabilities and something that lead me to a peaceful sleep. Anyways, this is beyond the scope of today’s writing. Yes, I wanted to write this earlier (since 3 days back), or I could have dropped the idea of stating any such thing if it were vanished from my mind during these days. I wonder how completely forgotten and unimportant events become so alive sometimes that we cannot ignore them rather we can’t get rid of them. This is magical, unexpected and purely undesired flash of memory which is disturbing me so much. On last Friday, Aug 8, 2014 I was on a trip with Quaid e Azam University. This was a short trip organized by the management for the workshop participants coming from all over Pakistan. Though I have visited all the listed places of trip so many times even then I wanted to go on the trip. I was alone in the group of many participants like me. We spent the sunset moments in Lake View Park and headed to Pakistan Monument. It was rightly then this flash of memory came into my mind. Girls and boys were singing songs. Sometimes I gave my fellows clues of songs to sing when they were having trouble. Sometimes I joined their chorus. But I was totally taken back with the memory. As if she was with me. I felt that its not a memory but it happened just now. I felt as if she has come to me right then. She sat on the seat next to me and turned to my side. She was glowing. She was smiling. She was happy. She opened her right hand in front of me. It had multi colored rings of glass. 3 or 4 I don’t know exactly. I was shocked on her boldness. I felt like we are all alone in the bus and nobody is watching us. It gave me courage and I looked in her eyes. They were gleaming. She forwarded her left hand. I learnt the desire. I took all the rings from her and put them one by one in her both hands. She didn't say anything. I felt she was thankful. She turned and walked toward the front seats. Neither I knew her name nor I wanted to know. I never saw her again after my university days and I never wanted to. But today I can recall that she had ordinary looks. Her attitude, her confidence, her boldness made her exceptional. Today I am feeling that she was special, she was exceptional she was art and I know this is also just a memory which will vanish soon.



Sunday, 27 July 2014

The Man of Faith

The might of the man of faith (Banda e Momin) is the might of the Almighty:
Dominant, creative, resourceful, consummate.

His desires are modest; his aims exalted;
His manner charming; his ways winsome.

Soft in social exposure, Tough in the line of pursuit.
But whether in fray or in social gathering, Ever chaste at heart, ever clean in conduct.

He is the journey’s end for reason, He is the raison d ’etre of Love.
An inspiration in the cosmic communion.

Translated, Kalam e Iqbal

Saturday, 19 July 2014

I want to leave this town
But you've chained me down
Stolen away my heart
Leaving yourself behind
Now I've lost my way
My soul restless and head twisted
All because of those secrets
You once whispered.


Rumi

Sunday, 13 July 2014

Pepsi TVC

I am watching this Pepsi Commercial today for the first time. Sometimes you become so sensitive to simple things that you can't hold your emotions. Mothers are always like the one in this commercial. They have that feel, that love, that inseparability and sense of being incomplete when they are apart from the kids. A father's love is different. Apparently it looks like they don't care. But when he is not around one can understand what their presence meant to the family. Everytime this kid says to his father, "main aap ka iftari pr intezar kr raha tha (I was waiting for you on Iftar)".... my heart sinks. It cries.

14th Ramadan 1435
July 13, 2014
Islamabad