Wednesday, 10 December 2014

Meray ander tu sb jaga pewast!
Kesay khurchun tera nishaN jana!!

Jism se rooh tk teri jageer
Mera mujh main na kuch bacha jana!!

Zindagi zakhm jesay ho nasoor
Mera har dard la dawa jana!!

Rai-gaN umr ho gaii apni
Aur hasil faqat fana jana!!

Aakhrish shoq ko bhi maut hui
Koi is se hay ma-wra? jana!!

Swaiba EA

Tuesday, 9 December 2014

Sub Muhabbat ka ik Pehar hay


Yeh jo palkon pe rim jhim sitaron ka mela saa hay
Yeh jo teray bina koi itna akela saa hai
Zindagi teri yaadon se mehka hua shehar hay
Sub muhabbat ka ik pehar hay


Sahilon pe gharonday banaye they hum nay,
tumhain yaad hay?
Rung barish main kaisay urraaye they hum nay,
tumhain yaad hay?

Janay kis kailiye ghar sajaaye they hum nay, 
tumhain yaad hay?

Koi khushboo ka jhonka idher aa nikalta kahiin
Gum hay neendon k sehra main khwabon ka rasta kahiin
Her khushi aatay jaatay howay waqt ki lehar hay
Sub muhabbat ka ik pehar hay

Zindagi dhoop chaoN ka ik khail hay, 
bheerr chat'ti nahin
Aur issi khail main din guzarta nahin, 
raat kat'ti nahin
pyar kartay howay aadmi ki kabhi, 
umer ghat'ti nahin

Dil ki dehleez per aks-e-roshan teray naam say
Rat jagay aaiinon main khilay hain kahin shaam say
Aik darya hai chaaron taraf darmyaan lehar hay
Sub muhabbat ka ik pehar hay.

Repentance of a Sinful

Sunday, 7 December 2014

TALKHIYAN

OST-Talkhiyan
Talkhiyan (based on God of Small Things) is not just a drama, each character of the drama has a complete story in itself. A must watch and rewatch, if you are of my type.

Saturday, 6 December 2014

Psychological Cycle

                                       1. Unmet needs

          12. Repentance                                        2. Old behaviour patterns

     11. Guilt, remorse, shame                                        3. Unsatisfying outcomes

10. Getting hurt                                                                   4. Confusion/ frustration

         9. Physical release/ relief                                     5. Pain, anxiety

                      8. Explosion                                   6. Building anger

                                      7. Feeling of powerlessness
                                                             
                                                                     
                                                                                   
                                                                                           
                                                                                                   

Wednesday, 3 December 2014


There is a Hadith meaning of which is: If Allah guided a person through you, it is better for you than all that is on the earth.

Arrogance and pride were the reasons Shaytaan was expelled from paradise. Do not let it be the reason you don't enter paradise.- Dr. Bilal Philips

Sunday, 30 November 2014

Androon-e-Zaat

mujhay hungama kharra krna nahi aata. mujhay tamasha krna pasand nahi hay. main takleef main roti hoon pr majal hay jo sisknay ki awaz bhi koi sun paye. magar Allah Ji. main pathar nahi hoon, balkay sach kahoon tu buhat hassas hoon. shayad un logoN se xiada jo garaj baras k bad chamaknay lagtay hain, aur hawa k sath kisi aur simat nikal jatay hain. 

mujhay behas nahi krni aati, main daleel nahi de sakti, mujhay lgta hay k kisi ko qaayl krnay se pehlay main us say hum khayal ho jati hoon. agr koi mujhay safai de rha hay tu main maan leti hoon. chahay main haq pr hoon. phir bhi mujhay yehi lagta hay k shayad agla bnda majboor hay. main kisi ki niyat pr shak nahi kr skti, mujhay lgta hay aesa krna gunah hay. mujhay ilzam dena nahi aata, kisi pr dosh dena nahi aata. han mera aik mujrim hay jisay main her waqt katahray main khra rakhti hoon-- yani mein khud!

mujhay ghussa aata hay, buhat aata hay, main cheekhna chahti hoon, pr mujh main hosla nahi hay k cheekh cheekh kr ro skoon, aur khud ko mazloom sabit kr skoon. pr main tu ander he ander ghut ghut kr zabt krnay ki koshish krti hoon, aur akhir main na zabt kr paati hoon aur na bhool paati hoon. 

main tu khul kr naraz bhi nahi ho paati. main kia kroon, mujhay sirf wehm nahi hay bulkay ye haqeeqat hay k main rooth bhi jaoon tu koi manata nahi hay, janay deta hay. tu phir bila waja ki khich khich aur azmaaish ka faida. meray ander be-yaqeeni hay lamhoN se mutaliq, rishtoN se mutaliq, dosti se mutaliq aur muhabbat se mutaliq. phir bhi mujhay rait k mahal bnanay ka buhat shok hay, aur uski khoob taz'een o araish ka bhi. phir chahay wo moaj mein beh jaye.

mujhay lgta hay main apni zaat ko itna jan'nay k baad khud ko mehfooz krna janti hoon. pr be-sood! main kuch nahi janti, yani be yaqeeni! 

main kaii bar sochti hoon k meray sath kon hay, kon hay jisay main kahoon k main marna chahti hoon aur wo mujhay apnay hathoN se zehr day de.

hr cheez ka aik mehvar hota hay, aik markaz, jis k gird wo ghoomti hay. jesay zameen k liay sooraj. jb tak zameen ka sooraj se taluq jura rhay ga zameen sooraj k gird chakar katay g. jis din ye kashish, ye taluq khatam ho gya, zameen sooraj k madar se nikal kr khla main bhatak jaye g. mera markaz Allah Subhan wa Tala ki zaat hay. aur mera dil is haqeeqat se bandha hua hay. main Usi k gird halat e tawaf main hoon. magr mera maddar buhat door hay. 

Allah aik markaz hay, Us ki zaat paak se talluq rakhnay walay sabhi daai'roN ki shakal main Us k gird chakaar laga rhay hain, in main sb se qareeb wo log hain jo Khuda se muhabbat ka, ishq ka talluq jorr chukay hain. aur us se bhi qareeb wo jo "main aur tuu" k chakkar se azad han. unki zaat, zaat e Ellahi main zam ho jati hay. aur sb se door k dairay main wo jo khof k rishtay se jurray huay hain. mera ji chahta hay k main qareeb ho jaoon, aur qareeb, aur qareeb. Wo mujhay apnay noor k photons de day aur main jump kr k qareeb tareen radius main chali jaoon. main gunah aur sawab k meezan se aagay ki baat krna chahti hoon. main Allah se muhabbat krna nahi janti, main Allah se muhabbat krna seekhna chahti hoon. 

28 ghantay, kam nahi hotay. jb 28 ghantay k liay aap mar jaien aur poori duniya main kisi aik shakhs ko bhi na fikr ho, na tashwish tu kia kaifiyat hoti hay. koi zalzala, koi heart attack.. nahi aesa kuch nahi hota. aik ansoo jo na palkon ki sarhad torrta hay na khushk hota hay. hr cheez kaaii zada ho jati hay. insan duniya main he apnay amaal k hisab kitab main lag jata hay. phir usay andaza hota hay k asal muflasi kia shay hay. tanhai kehtay kisay hain. jb 28 ghantay murda rehnay k baad apka dil chahay k main phir se mar jaoon. asli wala. magar ye zulm mujh pr Allah nay tu nahi kia. mainay khud kia, na janay kis aasray pr main aik aik kr k sb se la taluq hoti chali gayi, khud ko nafi kia sab se, kion k mujhay unki zaroorat he mahsoos nahi hui. aur jb aik dafa aap kisi ki zindagi se nikal gaye aur unhoN ne aapkay baghair jeena seekh lia tu aap wapis kesay ja sktay hain? phir aap unhain tu skoon se jeenay dain.




107-Fatima Hostels II
NUST, Islamabad






Friday, 28 November 2014

Mard ka gunah waqt k talaab main kankar ki trha hota hy jo girtay he doob jata hay.
Magar aurat ka gunah saari umr kanwal k phool ki maanind satah e aab pr numayaN rehta hy.

The Slut

So, what lead you to be a slut?
The unrequited love.


Thursday, 27 November 2014

Rotay rotay phaila kajal aankhoN mein
Pehnay pehnay sookha gajra hathoN mein

Wednesday, 26 November 2014

ik umr k baad

Main us k galay lagi hui thi,
Woh poonchh raha tha mere ansoo,
Lekin barri dair ho chuki thi..

KahaN ho tum chalay aao



kahan ho tum chalay aao- cover



Kahan ho tum chalay aao mohabbat ka taqaza hay
Gham-e-duniya se ghabra ker tumhain dil ne pukara hay

Tumhari be-rukhi ik din humari jaan le le g
Qasam tumko zara socho k dastoor-e-wafa kia hay

Na jaanay kis liye duniya ke nazrein phir gayien hum se
Tumhay dekha tumhay chaha qasoor is k siwa kia hay

Na hay faryad honton pr na aankhon main koi aansoo
Zamanay se mila jo gham usaygeetoN mein gaya hay

Kahan ho tum chalay aao mohabbat ka taqaza hay
Gham e dunya se ghabra kr tumhain dil ne pukara hay

Monday, 24 November 2014

ﺍﮮ ﻣﺮﮮ ﮐُﻦ ﻓﯿﮑُﻮﻥ


ﺗﯿﺮﯼ ﺣﺪ ﺳﮯ ﻣﯿﮟ ﮐﮩﺎﮞ ﺩﻭﺭ ﻧﮑﻞ ﺳﮑﺘﺎ ﮬﻮﮞ؟
ﺗﯿﺮﯼ ﻣﺮﺿﯽ ﮬﮯ ﻣﺠﮭﮯﺗﻮﮌ ﺩﮮ ﺍﻭﺭ ﭘﮭﺮ ﺳﮯ ﺑﻨﺎ
ﭘﮭﺮ ﻣﺠﮭﮯ ﺧﺎﮎ ﻧﺸﯿﻦ ﮐﺮ ﮐﮯ ﯾﻮﻧﮩﯽ ﺟﯿﻨﺎ ﺳﮑﮭﺎ
ﻣﺮﮮ ﺍﻧﺪﺭ ﺟﻮ ﺧﻼ ﮬﮯ ﻣﯿﺮﮮ ﻣﺎﻟﮏ ﺑﮭﺮ ﺩﮮ۔۔
ﺗﻮﻧﮯ ﺟﻮ ﺧﺎﺹ ﺗﻮﺟﮧ ﺳﮯ ﺑﻨﺎﯾﺎ ﮬﮯ ﯾﮧ ﺩﻝ
ﺍﺳﮑﻮ ﻣﭩﯽ ﻣﯿﮟ ﻣﻼ ﺩﮮﯾﺎ ﺗﻮ ﭘﻮﺭﺍ ﮐﺮ ﺩﮮ۔۔۔
ﻣﯿﺮﮮ ﺧﺎﻟﻖ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺗﺮﮮ " ﮐُﻦ" ﮐﯽ ﻃﻠﺐ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺯﻧﺪﮦ
ﮬﺮ ﮔﮭﮍﯼ ﺍﯾﮏ ﻗﯿﺎﻣﺖ ﺳﮯ ﮔﺰﺭ ﺟﺎﺗﺎ ﮬﻮﮞ
ﺍﺗﻨﯽ ﺷﺪﺕ ﺳﮯ ﻣﺮﺍ ﭘﮩﻠﻮ ﺳﻠﮓ ﺍﭨﮭﺘﺎ ﮬﮯ
ﺿﺒﻂ ﮐﯽ ﺣﺪ ﺳﮯ ﮔﺰﺭ ﺟﺎﺗﺎ ﮬﻮﮞ
ﻣﺮ ﺟﺎﺗﺎ ﮬﻮﮞ

!ﻣﺮﮮ ﺧﺎﻟﻖ
!ﺍﮮ ﻣﺮﮮ ﮐُﻦ ﻓﯿﮑُﻮﻥ

Friday, 21 November 2014

Midnight stretching sketch


shaam ke surmaii andheroN mein

shaam ke surmaii andheroN mein 
yuN meray dil ke daagh jaltay hain
jaisay parbat k sabz pairron par 
barf ke baad dhoop parti hai
jaisay sehra ki rait urr urr kar 
ajnabi ka tawaf karti hai 

door reh kar jo dil mein rehta hai 
woh sitamgar bhi ghair kehta hai
kitni masoom aarzoo'on ko 
iss tarah log torr jatay hain
jaisay dam tortay musafir ko 
qafilay waalay chorr jatay hain

ahain bharta hoon ashk peeta hoon 
roz marta hoon phir bhi jeeta hoon
teri yaadon ki tishnagi ab tak
yun meray dil ko thaam leti hai
jaisay ik taza qabar par bewa
marnay walay ka naam leti hai

shaam ke surmaii andheroN mein 
yuN meray dil ke daagh jaltay hain
jaisay parbat k sabz pairron par 
barf ke baad dhoop parti hai
jaisay sehra ki rait urr urr kar 
ajnabi ka tawaf karti hai 

Tuesday, 18 November 2014

Zood Pasheman

November adha guzar chuka hay. sardhi kuch kuch barh chuki hay. aur raat k pichlay pehr tu khasoosan khunki aur bhi barh jati hay. yehi wo waqt hay jb meri ankhain neend se is qadar bojhal ho jati hain k koshish k bawjood main apna kaam jari nahi rakh pata. bil-akhir main batti bujha deta hoon aur bistar main lait jata hoon. bas phir kb neend apni aghosh main aa leti hay aur kb nia din shuru ho jata hay kuch pta nahi chalta.

koi raat k do swa do bajay ka waqt ho ga. main ooper ki manzil main apnay kamray main abhi kaam kr he rha tha k bahar main gate k pas kuch khatka sa mehsoos hua. yahan ooper ki manzil se neechay ka gate aur lawn saf nazar aata hay mgr is k liay kamray se nikal kr terrace pr jana parta hay. main nay aik tu kam main masroof honay ki waja se aur doosra bahar thund ki waja se is ghair mamooli awaz ko bilkul nazar andaz kia aur badastoor laptop pr jhuka kam krta rha. usi lamhay wohi awaz dubara sunai di. ab ki baar awaz ziada saaf thi. jis ki waja se main ba-qaida andaza laga paya k koi main gate pr charh kr ander anay ki koshish kr rha hay. main chokanna ho gya. aur us awaz pr ghor krnay lga. achanak dharram se koi cheez lawn main aa kr giri. main ahista se baghair shor paida kiay bahar terrace ki taraf lapka. yahan kharra main buhat daer tak lawn ka jaiza leta rha magar kuch hasil hasool na hua. main wapsi k liay murra he tha k mujhay kisi janwer k ronay ki awaz sunaii d. ye aik dil dehlanay wali cheekh thi, aik faryad, aik sisak, aik karb. main uski taraf mutawaja huay baghair na reh ska. 

main seerhian utar kr lawn main jharrion k paas aa gya jahan wo kaalay rang ki ghaleez si kuttiya parri thi. wo buri tarha zakhmi thi. uski khal jaga jaga se udhri hui thi aur gosht numaya ho rha tha. zakhmo se khoon ris raha tha. wo thori thori daer baad sisakti aur munh se cheekh numa awaz nikalti. wo be-sudh aur be harkat apni charoN taangoN ko pait se chipkaye aik taraf ko leti parri thi. meray qareeb janay pr bhi us ne zarra harkat na ki. main wahin lawn main beth gya. kuch daer ko mera dil mom sa ho gya. lekin main nahi janta tha mujhay us kuttiya k sath kesay paish ana chahiay.

main wahan say uth jana chahta tha mgr mujhay yun laga jesay meray qadam mera sath nahi detay jesay meray dil ko kisi nay jakarr liay ho. mujhay aesa laga k jesay ye rona tu buhat jana pehchana hay, jesay ye awaz jani pehchani hay. shayad is say pehlay bhi mainay kisi zakhmi kuttiya ko kahin rotay, bilaktay, sisaktay suna hay. tab mainay us ko is trha zakhmi dekha nahi tha. suna hay wo mar gayi thi. uff,.. mera dimagh bhi kahan se kahan puhanch jata hay. main wapis apnay kamray main aa gya. ab main sona chahta tha.

sardion ki raaton main door door tk hr awaz saaf sunai deti hay. aur ye awaz.... ye awaz tu yun lagta tha aur bhi qareeb ho gayi thi. aur ziada oonchi. aur ziada dard nak. main chahta tha wo rona band kr day. meri neend ka waqt tha aur wo kitni nahoosat phaila rhi thi. magar wo bechari tu dard se karah rhi thi. meray kaan main hichkion ki awaz sunai denay lagi. jesay koi bilkul kaan k paas betha ro rha ho. jesay koi kehta ho "main waqai mar jaoongi"... 

"tu mar jaao!" meray munh se be ikhtiar nikla. 

bass phir main uth betha. pta nahi main kisi baat ka azaala krna chahta tha ya kia tha mainay garm doodh kotoray main dala aur bahair lawn main aa gya. wo wahan nahi thi. wo kuttiya nahi thi. wo bemar thi. wo mehman thi. thori daer dhoondnay pr jhaarion k doosri taraf wo mujhay mil gayi. be his o harkat. be sudh. aik taraf ko lurkhi hui gardan. aur aankh k kinaray pr paani ka thehra hua qatra.

koi chupkay say phir kan main kenay lga, "main kehti thi na, main waqai mar jaoongi".

main hathon main pakrray huay is kattoray ko dekhnay laga. "tip tip" paani k do qatray doodh main mil kr sufaid ho gaye. main nahi jaan paya k mainay aaj ye ansoo kis ki moat pr bahaye hain.


Sobia

The Merciful.


The man says, "I am dirty, I am ashamed of seeking Allah".
He says, "How will you be purified unless I shower my blessings upon you".

Sunday, 16 November 2014

Allah o Noor us samawat e wal ard.

Khuda e bazurg o bartar ki rehmat apkay sath ho tu koi apka kuch nahi bigar skta. Koi ap pr kitna bhi bad niyat ho kitna bhi burai pr amaada ho burai kr nahi skta jb tk ap Khuda ki rehmat k hisaar main hain. Khuda ki rehmat hmain kabhi be aasra nahi chorti. Magar hm is say door bhagna chahtay hain. Khuda tu chahta hay k hum usay apnay sath, apnay aas paas, apnay ander bahar mehsoos krain. Magar hm is tasavur se azaad hona chahtay hain. Hm ye tasavur krna chahtay hain k khuda nahi dekh rha. Hum jantay hain k Allah ki hadayat jis k sath ho wo kabhi nahi bhatkta lekin baaz khlaa jesay lamhoN main ji chahta hay k ye hadayat khuda kuch daer k liay wapis lay lay, kuch daer Wo hmain na dekhay aur hmain apni rehmat se dhaanp le mgr ....kuch daer baad.
Hum namaz main kharray ho kr barri ba qai'dgi se "ihdina sirat al mustaqeem" parhtay hain. Aur yaqeenun tasavur main us seedhay rastay ko dekh bhi letay hain mgr sath he dil main dua krtay hain k "Ya Allah ye wala seedha rasta nahi. Wo wala jo mainay apnay liay chuna hay" goya dua yun hui k "ay Allah! us raastay ko sirat e mustaqeem maan le jis pr main chal rha hoon".
Mujhay baqioN ka ilm nahi, magar main iqrar krti hoon k kai bar "ihdina sirat al mustaqeem" parhtay huay mujhay be had khof aya k agar kahin Allah ji ne ye dua poori kr di. Agr mujhay seedhay rastay pr chlaa dia gya tu? Phir meray dil main aik dua sargoshi krti hay k Ya Allah kuch din ki azadi aur day dain. Bass marnay se pehlay mera rukh apni taraf morr lijiay ga. Lekin main sari zindagi seedhay raastay pr nahin chalna chahti.
Aur kabhi kabhi ji chahta hay k agar Allah meri sirf aik baat maan le tu main poori ki poori Allah ki baat maan loon. Phir jo mera Rabb kahay mujhse krwaye.
Lekin ye tu koi shart nahi hay. Na mujhay is bat ka ikhtiyar hay. Main zuban se wohi kahoongi jo meray Allah nay mujhay kehnay ka parhnay ka hukm dia hay. Hr namaz main hr rakaat main. "Ae Rabbul Aalameen mujhay seedha raasta dikha".
Meri saari nafarmani, sarkashi, na shukri aik taraf Khuda mera aitraf e jurm bhi tu dekhay ga. Mera jhuka hua sir, meray ashk e nidamat raaegaN nahi jaiengay. InshaAllah
Mera Rabb buhat be nyaz buhat ghafoor arrahim hay.

Sinful.

Wednesday, 12 November 2014

Abu ji

Every night I have to sleep with the fact that you are no more with us. Yet closer than ever before. I am surrounded by your sweet memories and heart-melting flashes from the years we spent together. Deep down I know your absence is temporary. One day we'll be reuniting up there. But that one day is far away. It hurts; when I call you and get no response. When I want to see you or touch you and you are not there. That's when I realise you have gone far far away. This pain keeps pinching my heart.

"My Lord, have mercy upon them as they brought me up [when I was] small." (Al Quran 17:23)

I love you and miss you even more!!!


Beti

Tuesday, 11 November 2014

A Ghazal

apni he  awaz  ko  beshak  kaan  main     rakhna
lekin shehr ki khamoshi bhi dhyan  main rakhna

meray    jhoot  ko  kholo  bhi   aur  tolo bhi  tum
lekin   apnay   sach  ko  bhi  mezan main rakhna

kl   tareekh   yaqeenan   khud    ko  duhraye     gi
aaj  k  ik  ik  manzar  ko  pehchan   main  rakhna

aaj tu   ay   dil   tarq- e- taluq  pr   tum  khush  ho
kl  k  pachtaway  ko  bhi   imkaan    main  rakhna

iss   drya   se   aagay   aik   samandar    bhi     hay
aur  wo  be- sahil  hay  ye bhi dhyan main rakhna

iss  mausam  main  guldanoN  ki rasm kahaN hay
logo! ab   phooloN  ko   aatish-dan  main   rakhna


Poet: Ahmed Faraz
Book: Qaid e Tanhai

Wednesday, 5 November 2014

Ishtebah e zehn

kabhi youn bhi hota hay kisi lateefay pr apko hansi nahi bulkay rona aa jata hay. abhi zehn main aik lateefa aya, kai baar sun chuki hoon kai baar suna chuki hoon aur is pr hr baar he hansti rhi hoon. lekin aaj usi lateefay pr kitna rona aa rha hay. aaj mujhay kahin se ye lateefa nahi lg rha. ye tu kahani hay, baar baar duhraai janay wali kahani.

kehtay hain:

ek marasi ny chauhdhry ki beti ka rishta manga. chaudhry ne marasi ki khoob pitaai lagwaii. maar kha k marasi ny phir wohi sawal duhraya. ab ki baar chaudhry ne us ki aesi durgat banwaii aur apnay nokroN se keh kr ussay ghar se bahar phainkwa dia. is pr marasi utha or apne kaprey jhaar kar bola "fair mein inkaar e samjhaan"!!!


Sufi Ghulam Mustafa Tabassum Sb. ki likhi hui bachon ki aik nazm hay "munnay ro lay". mujhay aaj tk smjh nahi i k issay bachon ki nazm kion kahan jata hay. ye tu barroN k liay hay.
Nazm kuch youn hay:
Holay Holay Holay
Ro lay munnay Ro lay
jesay chirriya gana gaye
jesay meena raag sunaye
jesay bulbul bolay
Rol lay munnay Ro lay
abba ko awaz na jaye
ammi bhi sun.nay na paye
gurriya aankh na kholay
Holay Holay Holay
jitna chahay ro lay.
Sea
5 Nov. 2014
G 7/1, Islamabad

Saturday, 1 November 2014

Hawa e Dil Mera Shoq-e-Safar Nahin Jaata
Udhar Bhi Jaata Hoon Rasta Jidhar Nahin Jaata

Qayaam Jaisi Koi Haalat-e-Safar Hy Meri
Parinda Jaisay Hawa Main Thaher Nahin Jaata

Jhulas Rahi Hy Abhi Tak Wo An'Kahi Mujh Ko
Ye Aiyb-e-Ishq Ye Daagh-e-Hunar Nahin Jaata

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Shayd

shayd kl ki achi guzray
shayd mausam acha ho
shayd dhund k parday main say
charhta suraj poora ho
shayd be-kal, kal na howay
shayd chota rasta ho
shayd bagh dareechay main ik
jana jana chehra ho
shayd rut rangeen ho jaye
shayd badal chaya ho
shayd meray shor k ander
ik sannata ghalib ho
shayd sb ko wehma guzray
shayd pagal razi ho
shayd khud se batain kr k
apna khwab he sacha ho

Aneeq Ahmed Khan

Thursday, 23 October 2014

Come back to see how deeply I need you,
Come back to find me awake in the middle of the long nights,
No, no, l'm wrong, your separation will not leave me alive,
You won't see me any more on your return.

Monday, 20 October 2014

"I will be waiting here
For your silence to break
For your soul to shake
For your love to wake."

Sunday, 19 October 2014

dard bhi is trha se hota hay
jesay phir dard he nahi hona

Thursday, 16 October 2014

She died

I want to die.
I want to die.
I want to die.

She committed suicide today. People wonder "aenni parrhi likhi ho k, aenni kamyab ho k ae kum kitta! barri nashukri kitti" (that she must not have done this act as she was so learned and so successful. Indeed she was ungrateful).
I do not agree with them. I know this kind of knowledge, this awareness brings more desperation and frustration in one's being. You may manage to make them believe that you are having an excellent life but you cannot justify to yourself.

Perhaps she was having an affair.
Perhaps she was dis-heart over a minor dispute.
Or she was annoyed.
She felt like a loser.
She quit.
Peace, she wanted but will never find.
Escape was not the right solution, but she did.
Written in response to Nabiha Ch.'s death.

Tuesday, 14 October 2014

Nasoor

kuch bhi tu sahi say nahi ho rha. na deen, na duniya. na din, na raat. na parhai na awargi, na dosti, na muhabbat, na rishta dari na ghardari. dil kahin bhi nahi lagta. sonay ka waqt ho tu neend nahi aati, din charha ho tu thakan se choor, adam bezar ho kr bister per girnay ko jee chahta hay. 
kehtay hain soch main, qol main aur fael main tazad ho tu skoon e qalb muyyasar nahi aa skta. zameer mutmain na ho tu skoon ki neend nahi aati. khwa ma khwa he log mukafat e amal ki baat krtay hain. kl kuch nahi hona. sab kuch aaj hona hay, kl jug nahi kr jug hay ye, yahan din ko day aur raat ko lay
kehtay hain k pachtaway had se barh jaien tu insan dewangi ki taraf janay lagta hay. duniya se kinara kash honay lgta hay aur khali dimagh mein siwaye wehshat k aur koi cheez ghar nahi krti. pta nahi dewanay log kesay hotay hongay aur pta nahi wehshat main log kia krtay hon gay.
kisi hadith ka mafhoom hay k logon pr aik zamana aye ga k wo din k aik hissay main iman pr hongay aur doosray hissay main is k barkhilaf. shayad wo zamana aa gya hay, din k kuch hison main man maani krnay walay log raat k akhri kinaron main apnay gunahon pr sharmsaar hotay hain. aur raat ki siyahi main chup kr gunah krnay walay din k ujalon mein beth kr apnay daman k dagh dhotay rehtay hain.
kehtay hain 23 se 30 saal ka umr ka hissa buhat lamba hota hay. aur 30 se 40 saal honay main daer nahi lagti. ya tu ye k zindagi nahi guzar rhi hoti aur waqt hath se nikalta jata hay aur kahan ye k waqt nahi guzarta aur zindagi guzar jati hay.
aesa kion na ho, khobsoorat khwab bun'nay main, un main muhabbat k rung bharnay main, umeed  ka diya jalaye rakhnay main, aur phir un ko toot'ta bikhrta dekhnay main, kirchiaN chun'nay main, zakhm sehlanay main, ronay main aur phir ro dho kr khamosh honay main waqt tu lagta hay na. shayad isi thehrao ka naam sabr hay. jb koi daleel na bachay tu isay Khuda ki maslehat jaan.nay main he aafiyat hay, k jo hota hay achay k liay hota hay.
mainay suna hay k Khuda us qom ki halat tb tk nai badalta jb tk insan khud apnay aap ko sudharna nai chahta. phir ye bhi k haalaat nahi badlaingay jb tk un se sabaq na seekha jaye. 
Mayoosi kuch bhi nahi hoti, siwaye ye k aap un logon main uth'tay beth'tay hain jinhon nay apko shikast khorda tasleem kr lia hay. kuch log apni nakamioN ka badla isi trha letay hain k doosroN ko bhi disheart krain. mayoos insan doosray logon ko kuch nahi deta siwaye mayoosi k. nakami moat tu nahi hoti, phir issay zindagi ka ikhtetam kion tasawur kia jata hay. log nakam honay se itna dartay kion hain? aur draatay kion hain? 
zindagi k 4 saal deemak ki trha hr cheez tabah kr gaye. koi b nahi roya. na zalim na mazloom. ye jo log zakhm se khoon rista dekh kr jonk ki tarha chimat jatay hain na ye kabhi zakham bharnay nahi detay. zindagi main skoon aur itmenan ko mayoosi aur nakami k iwaz bech dia jaye tu khushi kahan se milay g. koi saahir hay, qaid nahi krta, azadi k geet sunata rehta hay.... pr main urr nahi pati. janay ye kia talism hay aur kb tootay, kb meri rehaai ho.
S. EA

Saturday, 11 October 2014

In pursuit of forgiveness

Mujhay ye shoq tha k hmain duniya main bhi milna hay aur ye sath aesa ho k ham jannat main bhi aik doosray k sath hon. Phir shoq ko kuch be yaqeeni aur kuch yaqeen honay laga k duniya main milain na milain hmain aakhirat main milna hay. Aik khwahish jo jarrain pakarti gaii k Allah Jee Jannat main tu sb duaien poori karaingay. So main Khuda say tumhara sath maang loongi.

Waqt ki lehrain sb kuch baha kr lay jati hain ma-siwaye aadhay adhooray naqoosh k jo na tu theek say bantay hain na mit.tay hain. ye bhi aesi he koi shabeeh hay kisi aesay shakhs ki jis ko naaz tha apni paakeezgi pr, yaqeen tha khud k seedhay rastay pr, fakhar tha apnay khaloos pr aur shayad ghumand tha apnay kirdaar pr. phir wo shabeeh kabhi mukamil nahi honay paii. bhla ye koi baat hay k seep ka moti is baat pr ghumand kray k ussay aaj tk kisi nay nai chooa. abhi tu sonay ko kundan honay k liay aag main buhat sa dehkna baqi tha. phir kesa naaz. phir kesa ghuroor.

wo matti ki dheri, gharoor k qabil nahi thi aur usay aesa krna raas bhi nahi aaya. thokar lagi. kuch toota kuch bikhra pehli thokar hoti he is liay hay, k kuch toot jaye ander he ander, kuch bikhar jaye, magr sambhlnay ki gunjaish k sath. lekin is k baad koi moqa nahi hota sambhalnay ka. doosri thokar tu mukammil bakhair deti hay, choora choora, reza reza wajood, saari zindagi kirchian chun'nay aur wapis asl khaka bnanay main lag jati hay. aur himmat nahi rehti, irada nahi rehta simatnay ka sambhalnay ka.

Kehtay hain k jannat main wohi log dakhil hongay jo Allah k farman.bardar hain. Mujhay kisi shoq, kisi khwahish ka armaan hay na zid. jb darmiyan main kuch baqi he na bachay tu phir milnay milaanay salam dua krnay ka faida. Mujhay sakht preshani ho rhi hay. Mayoos nahi hoon pr fikr lahaq hay. kia main kabhi is muqam pr kharri nai hoongi k main jo maangooN Allah jee day dain.

Sobia

Sunday, 5 October 2014

Peace at War

Finally, the ego won as it thought it deserves not to suffer or get hurt once again. The senses warned me that I have no capacity to bear more pain and that's why I didn't take risk. Though, heart said "Yes, I am ready to be hit once again. I am a mirror, more I will be broken into pieces more clear will be the God's image in me". But I didn't hear it. Because, I had a fear of losing so called self respect.
I have learn't to be a realist rather fantasising ifs and buts. I have learnt to control the impulsiveness. I have learnt that either its love or hate that connects the people and beyond that there is nothing but vacuum.
People come and go and even memories fade. Missing someone is natural but expecting the same in return is selfishness. I have learnt that while focussing is very important in love, de-focussing is even more important. The lover and beloved both will die in the end both will be accounted for their deeds.


Swaiba EA
Oct 2, 2014
G-7/1, Islamabad

Thursday, 2 October 2014

Retrogressive Shadows

Blessed is He in whose hand is dominion, and He is over all things competent.[He] who created death and life to test you [as to] which of you is best in deed and He is the Exalted in Might, the Forgiving.......Does He who created not know, while He is the Subtle, the Acquainted? Al- Quran (Surah Al-Mulk)
.......
"Don't you think we have talked about almost everything so many times that I am sure I can write a thesis on you?"
"Hahaha" "yes, tum tu sb jaantay ho! (you know everything)" He said in his typical assertive tone. It was a routine sitting. I took a sip of tea and looked at him. He was as usual graceful and refined. "But you have never told me one thing about you" I forwarded the conversation as soon as a new question struck my head.
"And what's that?" He asked. "Its not about the dreams, the passion, the agenda, not even about the failures or depravities. You know, its something different." "Come on! ask what do you want to know." 
"Its about your fears. What are you afraid of? Tell me quickly" I asked with curiosity and excitement. "Haaaahh! A deep sigh (as I could hear without looking at him) yes, its a new question from you. And I can tell you. Usually I am not afraid of the dark but sometimes it scares me. I cant switch off my zero power bulb in night. Sometimes I feel that somebody is whirling my arm behind me. You know that is such an intense feeling that makes me sweat. It is really an awful feeling. That is fearful for me." He stood up from his bench and plucked some grass stalks with white flowers. "You know, in Murree, women and kids make tiaras and baskets from this and make money. I can make one for you. May I?". I approved with a smile.
"But my question wasn't that simple", I tried to bring him back to my query. "Which question?" He asked. "The question regarding fears", I reminded. "Yes, elaborate now", he said while started making a ring of my head size with flowers. "I want to know what are your fears of life?". I asked with the same energy.
"Okey, I tell you." and there he took a long pause. I hold my breath for few minutes in wait of reply but as this pause became uncomfortable I broke the ice. "Jee???" "I can answer you, you know I never conceal anything from you, infact I can not. But it might spoil the evening".
"No, No, No..... believe you me! Even if you say that I am a source of your nightmares I won't mind." I gave a silly laughter to make him comfortable. 
"Mukafat e Amal" he said. I realised he wasn't listening my joke. His voice was grave and low. "The retribution is my biggest fear of life". I could feel the pain and deepness in his tone. 
While his hands were continuously engaged in making the tiara, he kept his gaze lowered and didn't speak anything. I could recall those very few times when he behaved like this. Like when he lost his job many years ago or when his father departed. But today this sudden change in his mood was not apprehensible. there must be something specific that made him so concerned but I ignored and argued, "Are you afraid of destiny?"
"Destiny? please don't confuse destiny with retribution. We reap what we sow. In sowing season even if you don't seed anything fruitful your yield will be weeds. And when one has purposely sown negativities how can he expect positiveness from his future?" 
"Do you think its your regret from the past or some guilt that could tarnish your future? Do you really believe it?"
"No, its not my belief. Its my faith. Everything good or bad I have done will come in front of me. And this is what bothers me day and night". He looked so upset and uncomfortable as he is able to see something as a real punishment in his future. "You ll not be punished for anything". He looked at me with a surprise. "Are you saying this? you know everything about me", his eyes spoke.
"Despaired?" I asked him.
He didn't reply. "Do you think me as a part of your guilt or regret?"
"I cant help it" he continued his speech like a sermon. "I have no idea what to do. I wish I could make things possible and acceptable for all of us. I am the one who make things happen. But I can not. This is not that easy. you know about me. you say you understand me. you know about the responsibilities and the bindings I have. I don't want to make you suffer. you whom I consider a part of me I can never imagine to make you suffer because of me. You know I have never been deceitful to you. you know my sincerity since so many years. you know every bit of me. Don't you?"
"Yes, I do, I do", I said. "I know you but I don't know the person sitting next to me right now" my heart whispered.
"In my prayers I ask the best of the bests for you. A complete life with all the blessings of Almighty Allah" I nodded my head when he spoke.
"Why don't you ask the same for yourself too. Why are you so despaired regarding yourself?" I raised the point in my heart. "Do not despair the mercy of Allah" I started as if I had decided something. (Till that moment even I wasn't sure where things will lead).
"Don't you think its time to take the U turn? a go back. As they say its never too late to mend. And I have also heard that everything has to go back to its origin."
"And what will you do?" as if he has accepted my proposal.
"Patience"
"Its not that easy".
"Yes, I know. But my cause is bigger." I noticed he had completed the tiara. It was really beautiful. He stood up from his seat and stood by my side. He adorned me with his hand made headdress. Tears welled up in my eyes. Tears of gratitude, love, losing and pain. "Are you fine?" he asked very formally. "Yes, I do", I replied.
"Are you sure about your decision?"
"Yes, I am"
"Harsh feelings?" he asked.
"No, it will be fine soon" I managed composure.
"Okey, then get up and say me a whole heartedly Good bye."
Allah Hafiz (Be God with you)
Allah Hafiz (Be God with you)
Indeed the patient will be given their reward without account..... And whoever Allah guides for him there is no misleader. Is not Allah Exalted in Might and Owner of Retribution?.... Say, "O My servants who have transgressed against themselves [by sinning], do not despair of the mercy of Allah. Indeed, Allah forgives all sins. Indeed, it is He who is the Forgiving, the Merciful." And return [in repentance] to your Lord and submit to Him before the punishment comes upon you; then you will not be helped. And follow the best of what was revealed to you from your Lord before the punishment comes upon you suddenly while you do not perceive. Al-Quran (Surah Al Zumurd)

Sobia
NUST 
Islamabad

Thursday, 25 September 2014

Dhoop main Saye, Ab Nahin

BazurgoN (Old) ki misal saya dar darakhtoN (trees) jesi hay. apni jarroN (roots) pr bandhay huay aik satoon ki manind, ye kahiN nahi jatay, kharay rehtay hain. Hum aagay barhnay k shoq aur ooncha urrnay ki khwahish main in darakhtoN ki shakhoN se urr bhi jaien tab bhi ye hmain fiza main parwaz krta dekh kr khush hotay rehtay hain. hmari shakhsiyat main apna guzra hua kl dhoondtay hain, hmari aanay wali kal main apnay khwab rakh detay hain. 
ye sar sabz o shadab darakht hmain khul kr saans lenay main madad krtay hain aur kabhi hum gir jaien tu dukhi ho jatay hain. ye kuch nahi kehtay, bas ta dam e aakhir hmaray haq main dua go rehtay hain aur intezar krtay rehtay hain k kabhi hmain un k zaroorat na parray. aur agar aesi soorat pesh aa jaye tu ye apna aap hmain paish kr detay hain.
ye oonchay lambay darakht phal na de skain tu km az km jhoolay daalnay k kaam aatay hain. tez dhoop main saya faraham krtay hain, tund o tez aandhion aur selaab se bachanay walay darakht aur kisi kaam k bhi na rahain tu apni sookhi lakri tk paish kr detay hain. ta k ghar ka ghar ka choolha jalta rahay. 
hum sari zindagi in ashjar ki mojoodgi ko for granted  letay rehtay hain aur ehsas tb ja kr hota hay jb wo gir jatay hain aur sooraj ain sir pr hota hay.
Lekin phir wo kahin nahi hotay. magar hr waqt hmaray sath hotay hain. aik yaad, aik hasrat, aur aik un kahi ki tarha. unki ankhain hmari aankhon main rehti hain, un ki awaz k zer o bam hmari awaz main goonjnay lagtay hain. unka lams mehsoos hota rehta hay. unka andaz hmaray rawayyay main jhalaknay lagta hay yahan tk k hm khud apnay wajood ko youn mehsoos krtay hain goya hm bhi unhi ki manind aik shajar hain. apni jarroN se bandhay huay aik satoon ki manind.

Swaiba EA
May 2014

Monday, 22 September 2014

Today's Bed Time Writing

Writing is motivational and easier while technical writing is laborious and hard. So I enjoy taking time to write something non technical, comprehensible,  and not for publishing purpose. It consoles me, keeps me light and above all I enjoy moments with myself (the present, the past, and sometimes the future too.) 
So, the lesson was, "as a final analysis you will see, it was only between you and your lord. It was never between you and them, anyway".
Anyway, yes, I surrendered and I submitted. Because, I am weak and I have been committing mistakes repeatedly. I have no reason to question why so and why me?
I know that all the acts of kindness, love and affection, care and humanity are never to return back but to pass on. I also know that greatness belongs not to those who claim that we give or we share but it belongs to those who receive and share. And I understand that all acts of giving and receiving is for Allah and ultimately goes to Allah. We are just the channels. And a good channel must not have any blockage it should be clean and open. I want to be a channel without any blockage of bad intentions. I want to open my heart and hands for everyone.
Yes, I keep reminding myself the more good done today will be often forgotten tomorrow. But I also know that their is no limit of doing good. I want to be flexible, I need more patience, more tolerance and more harmony. I don't want my rewards here in this world. I just need a more soft and more obedient heart. All else is okey for me.

SEA
NUST 
Islamabad

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 

Tuesday, 1 July 2014

Mere hamdam, mere dost

meri qismat ko nai raah dikhanay walay
meri qismat main muhabbat ka safar hay k nahi
meray anjaan mehrban ye bta de mujhko
tere khwabon main kahin mera guzar hay k nahi

Dil ki jalti hui veraan si tanhaaii main
tuu kisi narm se jhonkay ki tarha i hay
do gharri ki hay mulaqat magar janay kion
aesay lagta hy k barson ki shanasaii hay


meri be rabt ummeedon ko sajanay wali
dil ki hasrat ka main izhaar bta kesay kroon
mana mushkil hay ye iqrar e muhabbat lekin
apni chahat ka main inkar bta kesay kroon

Mera hamdam hai kisi dhoop main saaye jaisa
Sath chalta hai magar phir b juda rehta hai,
Kacchy dhaagon sy bnaya hai jo rishta dil ny
Toot jaye na kahin darr sa laga rehta hai.. !!

Mere hamdam, mere dost
Mere hamdam, mere dost..!

Sunday, 15 June 2014

Aftab-Seemi-Quyyum

Aftab k liay zindagi thi. So wo jeeta rhay ga mehroomi aur pashemani k sath.
Quyyum ki manzil bhi kaii farsang aagay hay. So uskay liay safar tmam nahi hua.
Aur Seemi.... moat ko us pr tars aa gya ho ga.
Lekin haqeeqat main moat ko tars nai aata. Aur Seemi itna jaldi nai marti.
Quyyum kisi bhi parraao ko manzil ka naam de lay ga.
Aur Aftab.... asli zindagi koi novel thora hota hay jo 300 pages k bad anjaam tk puhanch jaye. Aftab ki zindagi Aftab ki trha roshan hay.

Tuesday, 27 May 2014

Be A Zero

The incompleteness never vanishes. Whether it is an unrequited love or any other desire. It takes forms and directions. Deep inside of each and every being there is a feeling of having lost something or someone. Sometimes it is an urge a wish to go into the past and rectify mistakes. Sometimes its only about healing the bleeding wounds of soul. Getting back the moments or beings, attainment of desired opportunity is never a guarantee that things will be better now. Sometimes we need to remain yearning, longing and incomplete without having an accomplished desire, having a shattered dream. Life is all about looking complete from the outside and empty inside, like number zero "0".

3am, 26 May, 2014
Swaiba EA
NUST, Islamabad

Thursday, 15 May 2014

Saut e Mah o Saal

"saat minute! saat minute bad tum chali jao g". yaqeeni baat hay jana tu tay hay, jb tum bhaagnay k liay tayyar nahi tu..... is baat main dukh nahi tha, takleef nahi tha, dard nahi tha. lekin mujhy yaad hay aur 4 ghantay guzar gaye, jesay chutki bhar ka lamha...

"Sobia meri ammi nahi rahin, aaj aik maah guzar gya un k baghair, aur main zinda hoon, dekho!" iss baat main "haaaye" nahi hay, pr hr jaga haaye he haye hay. phir wo raat bhi guzar gayi jo asal main nahi guzar rahi thi.

2010 October ka aakhri weekend, main pehli baar lake view park gaii thi us k sath. mainay us din wahan pehli bar Alokozay chaye p thi. bench pr hum kitni daer bethay rhay. chaye achi nahi thi. aur 2014 may ka pehla weekend, aaj us k sath wohi jaga, wohi chaye... lekin sb kuch bdl chuka hay.. chaye achi lag rhi hay. main kitaab parhna chahti hoon... usay mujh se baat nahi krni. aesa nahi hay k mujhay pta nahi hay k judai ka dukh kia hota hay, magar main uska dukh nahi smjh skti. main usko doobtay huay dekhti hoon, lekin zindagi tu khud aik shart hay, jo moat k illawa kisi say nahi haarti. 

15 second ki movie, aik flash back tha jo pata nahi kitni baar chalta hay meray zehn main. jesay koi baar baar kmray say nikal k aata ho aur kahay, "Sabia, chachoo nahi rhay" us k baad aik khlaa, aik larza. phir ankhain thak jati hain. sonay walay so jatay hain. aur nai subha ho jati hay.

"meray aur tumharay darmiyan paanch saal ka talluq hay, pagal, aesay paanch minute main tu khatam nahi ho skta na". "lekin mainay aesay rishtoN ko khatam hotay dekha hay, aaj teen din ho gaye" "acha, aur mujhay andaza bhi nahi hua k teen din ho gaye".... mujhay lgta hay sb dard apas main jurray huay hain. aik dori khaincho tu sab kuch ulajh jata hay.

"dawa waqt pr kha lena, aur doodh zaroor peena, Khuda Hafiz". jab kisi azu main sartaan phail jaye tu usay kaatna prta hay. baqi jism ko bachanay k liay. 

"jb koi adhi adhi raat ko charpoi chorr k namaz k liay khra ho tu maaN ko pta chal jata ho ga k baat kia hay, pr maaN k hath main taqdeer nahi hoti meri jaan".

"mera buhat jee chahta hay k main bhaag jaoon". "kesi kesi batain sochti ho tum". main bhaag bhi jaati, lekin main jahan bhi jaoongi mera dil aur dimagh tu sath jaingay. kia faida.

Lahore, Pakistan

Friday, 9 May 2014

A father and his family

Shams of Tabriz’s 40 Rules of Love

Rule 1
How we see God is a direct reflection of how we see ourselves. If God brings to mind mostly fear and blame, it means there is too much fear and blame welled inside us. If we see God as full of love and compassion, so are we.

Rule 2
The path to the Truth is a labour of the heart, not of the head. Make your heart your primary guide! Not your mind. Meet, challenge and ultimately prevail over your nafs with your heart. Knowing your ego will lead you to the knowledge of God.

Rule 3
You can study God through everything and everyone in the universe, because God is not confined in a mosque, synagogue or church. But if you are still in need of knowing where exactly His abode is, there is only one place to look for him: in the heart of a true lover.

Rule 4
Intellect and love are made of different materials. Intellect ties people in knots and risks nothing, but love dissolves all tangles and risks everything. Intellect is always cautious and advices, ‘Beware too much ecstasy’, whereas love says, ‘Oh, never mind! Take the plunge!’ Intellect does not easily break down, whereas love can effortlessly reduce itself to rubble. But treasures are hidden among ruins. A broken heart hides treasures.

Rule 5
Most of problems of the world stem from linguistic mistakes and simple misunderstanding. Don’t ever take words at face value. When you step into the zone of love, language, as we know it becomes obsolete. That which cannot be put into words can only be grasped through silence.

Rule 6
Loneliness and solitude are two different things. When you are lonely, it is easy to delude yourself into believing that you are on the right path. Solitude is better for us, as it means being alone without feeling lonely. But eventually it is the best to find a person who will be your mirror. Remember only in another person’s heart can you truly see yourself and the presence of God within you.

Rule 7
Whatever happens in your life, no matter how troubling things might seem, do not enter the neighbourhood of despair. Even when all doors remain closed, God will open up a new path only for you. Be thankful! It is easy to be thankful when all is well. A Sufi is thankful not only for what he has been given but also for all that he has been denied.
Rule 8
Patience does not mean to passively endure. It means to look at the end of a process. What does patience mean? It means to look at the thorn and see the rose, to look at the night and see the dawn. Impatience means to be shortsighted as to not be able to see the outcome. The lovers of God never run out of patience, for they know that time is needed for the crescent moon to become full.

Rule 9
East, west, south, or north makes little difference. No matter what your destination, just be sure to make every journey a journey within. If you travel within, you’ll travel the whole wide world and beyond.

Rule 10
The midwife knows that when there is no pain, the way for the baby cannot be opened and the mother cannot give birth. Likewise, for a new self to be born, hardship is necessary. Just as clay needs to go through intense heat to become strong, Love can only be perfected in pain.

Rule 11
The quest for love changes user. There is no seeker among those who search for love who has not matured on the way. The moment you start looking for love, you start to change within and without.

Rule 12
There are more fake gurus and false teachers in this world than the number of stars in the visible universe. Don’t confuse power-driven, self-centered people with true mentors. A genuine spiritual master will not direct your attention to himself or herself and will not expect absolute obedience or utter admiration from you, but instead will help you to appreciate and admire your inner self. True mentors are as transparent as glass. They let the light of God pass through them.

Rule 13
Try not to resist the changes, which come your way. Instead let life live through you. And do not worry that your life is turning upside down. How do you know that the side you are used to is better than the one to come?

Rule 14
God is busy with the completion of your work, both outwardly and inwardly. He is fully occupied with you. Every human being is a work in progress that is slowly but inexorably moving toward perfection. We are each an unfinished work of art both waiting and striving to be completed. God deals with each of us separately because humanity is fine art of skilled penmanship where every single dot is equally important for the entire picture.

Rule 15
It’s easy to love a perfect God, unblemished and infallible that He is. What is far more difficult is to love fellow human being with all their imperfections and defects. Remember, one can only know what one is capable of loving. There is no wisdom without love. Unless we learn to love God’s creation, we can neither truly love nor truly know God.

Rule 16
Real faith is the one inside. The rest simply washes off. There is only one type of dirt that cannot be cleansed with pure water, and that is the stain of hatred and bigotry contaminating the soul. You can purify your body through abstinence and fasting, but only love will purify your heart.

Rule 17
The whole universe is contained within a single human being-you. Everything that you see around, including the things that you might not be fond of and even the people you despise or abhor, is present within you in varying degrees. Therefore, do not look for Sheitan outside yourself either. The devil is not an extraordinary force that attacks from without. It is an ordinary voice within. If you set to know yourself fully, facing with honesty and hardness.

Rule 18
If you want to change the ways others treat you, you should first change the way you treat yourself, fully and sincerely, there is no way you can be loved. Once you achieve that stage, however, be thankful for every thorn that others might throw at you. It is a sign that you will soon be showered in roses.

Rule 19
Fret not where the road will take you. Instead concentrate on the first step. That is the hardest part and that is what you are responsible for. Once you take that step let everything do what it naturally does and the rest will follow. Don’t go with the flow. Be the flow.

Rule 20
We were all created in His image, and yet we were each created different and unique. No two people are alike. No hearts beat to the same rhythm. If God had wanted everyone to be the same, He would have made it so. Therefore, disrespecting differences and imposing your thoughts on others is an amount to disrespecting God’s holy scheme.

Rule 21
When a true lover of God goes into a tavern, the tavern becomes his chamber of prayer, but when a wine bibber goes into the same chamber, it becomes his tavern. In everything we do, it is our hearts that make the difference, not our outer appearance. Sufis do not judge other people on how they look or who they are. When a Sufi stares at someone, he keeps both eyes closed instead opens a third eye – the eye that sees the inner realm.

Rule 22
Life is a temporary loan and this world is nothing but a sketchy imitation of Reality. Only children would mistake a toy for the real thing. And yet human beings either become infatuated with the toy or disrespectfully break it and throw it aside. In this life stay away from all kinds of extremities, for they will destroy your inner balance. Sufis do not go to extremes. A Sufi always remains mild and moderate.

Rule 23
The human being has a unique place among God’s creation. “I breathed into him of My Spirit,” God says. Each and every one of us without exception is designed to be God’s delegate on earth. Ask yourself, just how often do you behave like a delegate, if you ever do so? Remember, it fells upon each of us to discover the divine spirit inside and live by it.

Rule 24
Hell is in the here and now. So is heaven. Quit worrying about hell or dreaming about heaven, as they are both present inside this very moment. Every time we fall in love, we ascend to heaven. Every time we hate, envy or fight someone we tumble straight into the fires of hell.

Rule 25
Each and every reader comprehends the Holy Qur’an on a different level of tandem with the depth of his understanding. There are four levels of insight. The first level is the outer meaning and it is the one that the majority of the people are content with. Next is the Batin – the inner level. Third, there is the inner of the inner. And the fourth level is so deep it cannot be put into words and is therefore bound to remain indescribable.

Rule 26
The universe is one being. Everything and everyone is interconnected through an invisible web of stories. Whether we are aware of it or not, we are all in a silent conversation. Do no harm. Practice compassion. And do not gossip behind anyone’s back – not even a seemingly innocent remark! The words that come out of our mouths do not vanish but are perpetually stored in infinite space and they will come back to us in due time. One man’s pain will hurt us all. One man’s joy will make everyone smile.

Rule 27
Whatever you speak, good or evil, will somehow come back to you. Therefore, if there is someone who harbours ill thoughts about you, saying similarly bad things about him will only make matters worse. You will be locked in a vicious circle of malevolent energy. Instead for forty days and nights say and think nice things about that person. Everything will be different at the end of 40 days, because you will be different inside.

Rule 28
The past is an interpretation. The future is on illusion. The world does not more through time as if it were a straight line, proceeding from the past to the future. Instead time moves through and within us, in endless spirals. Eternity does not mean infinite time, but simply timelessness. If you want to experience eternal illumination, put the past and the future out of your mind and remain within the present moment.

Rule 29
Destiny doesn’t mean that your life has been strictly predetermined. Therefore, to live everything to the fate and to not actively contribute to the music of the universe is a sign of sheer ignorance. The music of the universe is all pervading and it is composed on 40 different levels. Your destiny is the level where you play your tune. You might not change your instrument but how well to play is entirely in your hands.

Rule 30
The true Sufi is such that even when he is unjustly accused, attacked and condemned from all sides, he patiently endures, uttering not a sing bad word about any of his critics. A Sufi never apportions blame. How can there be opponents or rivals or even “others” when there is no “self” in the first place? How can there be anyone to blame when there is only One?

Rule 31
If you want to strengthen your faith, you will need to soften inside. For your faith to be rock solid, your heart needs to be as soft as a feather. Through an illness, accident, loss or fright, one way or another, we are all faced with incidents that teach us how to become less selfish and judgmental and more compassionate and generous. Yet some of us learn the lesson and manage to become milder, while some others end up becoming even harsher than before…

Rule 32
Nothing should stand between you and God. No imams, priests, rabbits or any other custodians of moral or religious leadership. Not spiritual masters and not even your faith. Believe in your values and your rules, but never lord them over others. If you keep breaking other people’s hearts, whatever religious duty you perform is no good. Stay away from all sorts of idolatry, for they will blur your vision. Let God and only God be your guide. Learn the Truth, my friend, but be careful not to make a fetish out of your truths.

Rule 33
While everyone in this world strives to get somewhere and become someone, only to leave it all behind after death, you aim for the supreme stage of nothingness. Live this life as light and empty as the number zero. We are no different from a pot. It is not the decorations outside but the emptiness inside that holds us straight. Just like that, it is not what we aspire to achieve but the consciousness of nothingness that keeps us going.

Rule 34
Submission does not mean being weak or passive. It leads to neither fatalism nor capitulation. Just the opposite. True power resides in submission a power that comes within. Those who submit to the divine essence of life will live in unperturbed tranquillity and peace even the whole wide world goes through turbulence after turbulence.

Rule 35
In this world, it is not similarities or regularities that take us a step forward, but blunt opposites. And all the opposites in the universe are present within each and every one of us. Therefore the believer needs to meet the unbeliever residing within. And the nonbeliever should get to know the silent faithful in him. Until the day one reaches the stage of Insane-I Kamil, the perfect human being, faith is a gradual process and one that necessitates its seeming opposite: disbelief.

Rule 36
This world is erected upon the principle of reciprocity. Neither a drop of kindness nor a speck of evil will remain unreciprocated. For not the plots, deceptions, or tricks of other people. If somebody is setting a trap, remember, so is God. He is the biggest plotter. Not even a leaf stirs outside God’s knowledge. Simply and fully believe in that. Whatever God does, He does it beautifully.

Rule 37
God is a meticulous dock maker. So precise is His order that everything on earth happens in its own time. Neither a minute late nor a minute early. And for everyone without exception, the clock works accurately. For each there is a time to love and a time to die.

Rule 38
It is never too late to ask yourself, “Am I ready to change the life I am living? Am I ready to change within?” Even if a single day in your life is the same as the day before, it surely is a pity. At every moment and with each new breath, one should be renewed and renewed again. There is only one-way to be born into a new life: to die before death.

Rule 39
While the part change, the whole always remains the same. For every thief who departs this world, a new one is born. And every descent person who passes away is replaced by a new one. In this way not only does nothing remain the same but also nothing ever really changes. For every Sufi who dies, another is born somewhere.

Rule 40
A life without love is of no account. Don’t ask yourself what kind of love you should seek, spiritual or material, divine or mundane, Eastern or Western. Divisions only lead to more divisions. Love has no labels, no definitions. It is what it is, pure and simple. Love is the water of life. And a lover is a soul of fire! The universe turns differently when fire loves water.