Showing posts with label Blue Notes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blue Notes. Show all posts

Monday, 27 February 2023

Jeena Parta hay kabhi....

 Jeena parta hay kabhi zarf se kamtar ho kr

bheek dryaoN se maangi hay samander ho kr


han ye tazveer kabhi baat kia krti thi

dekhti rehti hain aankhein jisay pathar ho kr


umer bhar meray tasawur ne tarasha tha jisay

ab wo saya kahin gum ho gya pekar ho kr


mera is ishq main nuqsan hua hay kitna

khud se mehroom hua tujhko muyassar ho kr


meray ehsas pr ghalib he rahi ik wehshat

mushkilain kam na huein ranj ka khoon.gar ho kr


is se behtar hay k it baar utar ja dil mein

kion ulajhta hay meray zakhm say nishtar ho kr


mera dukh ye hay k sab shad smjhtay hain mujhay

is aziyat se mein guzra hoon sukhan.war ho kr

Friday, 3 June 2016

KitaboN ki Kahani

Shehr Lahore jaaoon aur mash-hoor sarrak pr kitabein dhoondnay na jaoon aesa tu ho nahi skta
magar mein wahan jati kitni dafa hoon? saal mein do baar, teen baar!
pichli martaba jb mein wahan gaii tu kitaboN ki wo barri si dukan mujhay kafi khali khali mehsoos hui. na kitab, na khareedaar....
"kia sari kitabein bik gaiien? nia maal kb aye ga?", mein nay poocha.
"nahi baji, nia maal tu demand pr aata hay. jb bikri nahi hoti tu aur maal kia dalwana" dukandar ne jawab dia.
"magar kion?" mein ne hairat se poocha.
"baji, kitabein mehngi buhat hain. log ab kitabein nahi khareedtay... is karobar mein buhat manda hay, kaghaz, chapwaii hr cheez he mehngi hay.. qeemat na barhaien tu kharcha b poora nahi hota."
... khair mujhay tu us ne 33% discount de dia.
6 mah baad aaj phir mein usi sarrak pr kuch kitabein lenay nikli thi. wo dukan dhoondti rhi. phir aas paas ki dukanoN se us bookstore ka poocha tu pta chala aaj us jaga branded jootoN ki franchise ki opening hay.
mein us dukan k saamany he kharri thi... chamkati gaarioN ki parking k liay jaga km pr rhi thi. 

"kitaboN ki jaga jootay".... mujhay afsos hua.
meray ander sargoshi hui... "tum maanti nahi thi na... yahan kitaboN ki nahi jootoN ki zaroorat hay."

Monday, 21 September 2015

The piece of writing comprises of hardly one short para and two three broken separate lines. Its full of hate, derogation and a tone that's heart pinching. Anyone reading this can doubt the mental soundness of the writer. I have read it twice to make sure that I am pronouncing it right, as I have read the last word "Rakhail". 
It's like someone has hit my heart with a heavy hammer and forgot to pull back. The weight on my chest is increasing by every breath I take. I've closed my eyes. I have adjusted my seat back to comfort my lumber. I have leaned my back on the seat. I have started looking out of the window. It has took me four years back. This is the same road, same journey and the same feelings when I talked to her for the last time.
I know there are moments in life all you want to do is to scream, to blow all the venom you have been absorbing for long. In those moments you need no counselling, no advises, no understandings but ventilation by saying whatever comes in your mind. In such cases even if one is supposed to respond but one should choose not to. One should realize that he is not able to hit every barking dog on the road neither capable of explaining himself to every raised eyebrow. 
Women understand their gender the best. That's why they prove to be the best friends and the worst enemies of each other. Nothing can be more harmful to a woman than another woman. Pity on her when she finds her man sleeping with another woman and call that woman, "you slut!!" How can she point her finger to another woman accusing her for unfaithfulness of her husband. Has there ever been a woman penalizing her husband for the flourishing brothels. Is it not a common sense that if she is in a business to sell sex there is a buyer to it? Doesn't it make a sense that if demand of a commodity will end the supply will go waist automatically? I don't know why there are always women killed in the name of honor. What if women start killing their men in the name of honor? But women will not because they love their husbands, their sons, their brothers and their fathers. They (women) will cover their (men's) sins with their lengthy scarfs, venomous taunts and curse towards the accused women. 
"Men are supposed to be enchanted, even by a weed stalk when wrapped in red." Her voice still echoes. 
"O Really?? is this the definition of a man? Of course not! you are just making a cover for your disloyal husband. Or it might be your experience as you might not have ever come across a real man!" there are always arguments left not responded.
I feel really painful when anyone accuse women for the obscenity in society. Why do we forget that the commandment on abstinence is first for men and then its for women ( Al-Quran 24:30,31).
One should not lose temperament in being judgmental about others. Every sinner has a future which we don't know. Being Muslims we are one, linked to each other, not opponents. So why don't we raise hands for prayer in their favor rather pointing fingers on them? Why don't we hold their hands to guide them to right path instead of calling them names? Why don't we teach and train them with our best manners and character instead of reflecting hate and derogation.
May Allah help all of us to be on the right path. Amen.

Wednesday, 5 August 2015

Aurat dar-asl maamta hay. bachpan se burha-pay tak hr roop hr rishtay main chahay wo beti ho, behan ho, biwi ho, wo maa'n he hoti hay. aurat muhabbat main apni maamta ko prwaan charhaati hay. wo muhabbat ko apnay ander paalti hay, duniya se chupa k, barri hifazat se bilkul us trha jesay aik maan apnay bachay ko no maah tk apnay pait main paalti hay. phir jb muhabbat k iqrar/ izhar mein kamyab ho jati hay tu jesay bacha pait se nikal k goad mein aa gya ho. bilkul maan ki trha wo apni muhabbat ki nigehdasht main lag jati hay. wo kabhi is se ghafil nahi hoti, sotay jagtay, dhyan usi ki trf lga rehta hay. jesay maan khayal rakhti hay apnay bachay ki bhook piyas ka, seenay se lagaye rakhti hay, choomti hay aur roz usay bara hota dekh k, parwan charhta dekh k khush hoti hay aur apnay Rabb ka shukr adaa krti hay.
Mard maarka araa hotay hain. muhabbat bhi kisi maarkay ki trha injam detay hain. goya muhabbat na hui jang hui. aik challenge. anaa ka mas-ala. aurat ka dil bhi sar zameen-e-ghair ki trha fatah kia, apnay naam k jhanday gaarray, char din fatah ka jashan mnaya aur aagay nikal gaye. nai manzilon ki talash main naye challenges k shoq mein. mard k liay guzishta muhabbatein medals aur trophies ki trha hoti hain. jinhain roz nigehdasht ki zaroorat nahi hoti. bas kabhi kabhar unki taraf nazar parr jaye tu fakhar se sr buland kia, muskuraye aur bass. Mard fitratan muhabbat main tauheed ka qayl nahi hay. aur issay aesa krnay pr majboor bhi nahi kia ja skta. Aik aurat ki muhabbat kafi nahi parti chahay wo apni haddion ka ras nikal k bhi pila day, tab bhi nahi. un k liay buhat kabhi kaafi nahi hota.
buhat tu aurat k liay bhi kafi nahi hota. wo jaan nisar krna chahti hay aur buhat krna chahti hay. pr is k liay usay bass aik sooraj chahiay jo usay hayat bakhshay, jeenay ki waja, muhabbat krnay ki waja, hiddat, hararat, roshni aur tawanaii.

Monday, 26 January 2015

Meray bacho!

Meray bacho!

Duniya mein do baatein kabhi ikathi nahi ho sktiin. Meri baat dhayan se sun’na is liay k mujhay nahi maloom k dubara kabhi aesi majlis ho, hum sb ki, ya nahi. Jesay aaj tum sb meray aas paas bethay ho. Hmesha yad rakhna, aur mushahida krna. 

Aik ye k koi insaan ander se acha ho….. 

“Ander se acha”, aur hm sb jantay hain ander se acha hona kia hay. Authentic, seedhay rastay pr… duniya ki nazar main nahi eman ki nazar mein…..

Han, tu aik ye k koi insaan ander se acha ho aur kamyab na ho aesa kabhi nahi ho skta.

Aur doosra, ye k koi insaan ander se bura ho, mein smjhta hoon mujhay apko smjhanay ki zaroorat nahi k ander se bura hona kia hay, wo insaan jo ander se bura ho wo kabhi falah nahi paa skta na duniya main na akharat main.

Tu meray bacho, apnay ander naik iraday, naik khayalat ki fasal bo do. Kl ko phal tum bhi khao gay aur ird gird k log bhi faiz yab hongay.

Aur jo koi, bad niyati, kam-chori, buray ikhlaq ko apna asloob bnata hay wo sari zindagi tangi, museebaton, aur zehni dbao ka ghar bn jata hay. Keekar k pair ka koi faida nahi hay. 

Piyaray bacho! hum pr Allah ne kb karam nahi kia? Main apni sari zindagi ko aik film ki trha sochoon tu main tu aik aik lamhay k liay Khuda ki mehrbani pr Uska shukr ada nahi kr skta. Aur aap log, aap logon ko is chat k neechay sb araam skoon, jo bhi muassar hua, kia wo Khuda ki daen nahi hay? Kia hum mein se kisi ka bhi koi amal aesa hay jo Khuda k is inaam ka mustahiq ho jo hum pr hua hay. Tu Allah Tala tu hum se kuch bhi nahi chahtay siwaye is k k hum achay insan bnain. Aur mein bhi aap se kuch nahi chahta siwaye is k k aap meri achi pehchan bno. Aik doosray ki pehchan bno. ba haisiyat aik fard k jb tum achay insan bno gay, tu ye muashra acha ho jaye ga, aur hm sb ka khwab aik acha falahi muashra he tu hay. Apnay apnay kaam mein naik niyati shamil kr lo wo ibadat bn jaye ga.


Allah apkay kaamon mein asani paida kray. Khush rho!

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.

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






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

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

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.

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