Mola Ali ibn e Abi Talib A.S.

The zeal and virtue of Ali were never outstripped by any recent proselyte. He united the qualifications of a poet, a soldier, and a saint; his wisdom still breathes in a collection of moral and religious sayings; and every antagonist, in the combats of the tongue or of the sword, was subdued by his eloquence and valour. From the first hour of his mission to the last rites of his funeral, the apostle was never forsaken by a generous friend, whom he delighted to name his brother, his vicegerent, and the faithful Aaron of a second Moses."

--- English historian Edward Gibbon

"In my view, ʿAlī was the first Arab to have contact with and converse with the universal soul. He died a martyr of his greatness, he died while prayer was between his two lips. The Arabs did not realise his value until appeared among their Persian neighbors some who knew the difference between gems and gravels"

--- Khalil Gibran

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"O people, I am a human being. I am about to receive a message from my Lord and I, in response to Allah's call, (would bid good-bye to you), but I am leaving among you two weighty things: the one being the Book of Allah(Qur'an) in which there is right guidance and light, so hold fast to the Book of Allah and adhere to it. He exhorted (us) (to hold fast) to the Book of Allah and then said: The second are the members of my household I remind you (of your duties) to the members of my family."

--- Hadith at Pond of Khumm, Sahih Bukhari, Vol 3, P 5920

Sayings of Mola Ali A.S.

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  “People's hearts are like wild animals. They attach their selves to those that love and train them.”
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  “You [humans] think that you an insignificant, while there is a great universe contained in you.”
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  “Associate with people in such a manner, that they weep for you when you die and long for you if you are alive.”
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  "He who is deserted by friends and relatives will often find help and sympathy from strangers."
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  "One who does not realize his own value is condemned to utter failure. (Every kind of complex, superiority or inferiority is harmful to man)." 

21st Ramadan, 1431 Hijri 

“With him perished the truest hearted and best Muslim of whom Mohammadan history had preserved the remembrance.”

---Robert Durey Osborn (1835-1889) Major of the Bengal Staff Corps.

[Islam Under the Arabs, 1876, p. 120]

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Spilling Beans

Coffee, which was my once a week ritual, has become a deadly addiction.

I always avoided addictions; for me it’s too much of dependency. But on this trip, it seems whatever I have avoided in past is unavoidable.


I avoided past, but it rose randomly.
I avoided strangers; they catch me accidently.
I avoided clashes with core; it costs me deadly.
I avoided face behind a face; I now, know them surprisingly.
I avoided you, but you are getting closer to me.


Above all, I avoided life.
Its happening to me daily !!!


Cairo is not (may be) my cup of coffee :)

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Innocence

I asked Ash if she would like to come along with me to get a match-box from my place. We both started talking about why her father comes late from work and how she detests it.


Me: Jab papa late hote hain office se tau aap unka intezar karti ho?
Ash: Ye intezar kya hota hai?


I looked at her in awe and realized it’s not a Hindi word. While I felt envious for a moment, I also considered how lucky she is, not to know what “intezar” (to wait) is. She is innocent and oblivious to the perils of growing up and falling into the trap of her own deeds; the traps and the deeds, which leads us to “intezar”.
At least, some people can wait in anticipation of it to come to an end. But not all are lucky enough. They wait like a hopeless romantic, with no aim and no charm of the future. The wait is just endless. Life abides by the past and procrastinates the future.


I realized that in the age of innocence we demand an explanation for everything and want to know the unknowns. Today, when I know everything (almost), I want to become unknown to all of it again.


I want to return to the age of innocence to shed the burden of knowledge.

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Hazaron Khuwahishen Aisi .....

Janay anjanay,

Waqt humein pehchane,

Tum guzr bhi jao tau,

Dunya tere naam se pukare.

K.

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Ramadan Kareem

This Ramadan, am thankful that GOD has given me the liberty to choose and criticize

Photo Courtesy: Jeddah Photo Journal

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Caught in Catastrophe

I am not heartless or empathetic nor am I saying that Pakistan Army isn’t doing enough for flood victims. It is a mega disaster of history.

But looking at this picture, made me think how one can catch a food bag thrown from such a height?
Chances are that bag will burst and float in the flood water, making it inedible for the people who are there waiting for it to arrive, but properly. Am sure there are better ways such as repellent technique etc.

A Pakistani army soldier drops food bags for

 flooded survivors in Kot Addu, in the

southern province of Punjab on August 8, 2010. – AFP

 

At another point, they are doing more than their capacity. May be our government, keeping up with the tradition is only begging for aid but failing to provide sufficient survival aid to victims. Hence, Pakistan Army cannot do much but to manage within the available resources.

Pakistani soldiers pass a baby across a watercourse

as part of an effort to help homeless people in

Taunsa, near Multan, move to safe location - BBC

Long live Pakistan Army
 And
 May GOD be with you and the flood victims !!

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Sponsoring Suicide

If you have any intentions of committing suicide, let Pakistan sponsor you.

The whole country is hit by natural and un-natural disasters. First it was only Talibans and their jackets, which can blow you into pieces. In return, you family gets meager amount of compensation and that too after struggling through red tape policies.

But that’s old. The nation got used to it so much that hearing only 30-40 people died in a blast is a thankful situation. One may hear, “Chalo shukar karo buhat ziada log nahi maray” or “Abhi to dekho, hospital jakar kitne maren gay”. We Pakistanis have become immune to terrorism.

So, now if we don’t get killed in a blast, we have other sources. You may flying in a plane, anticipating the landing and guess what? You are murdered at Margalla Hills (Islamabad) leaving others never to look at the hills in a way they used to.
It’s ok if you don’t like being burned down like this. We have floods to offer as well.


Millions displaced and thousands killed by the floods in northern and southern Pakistan. There was a time when we were crying for water shortage and bad crops due to no rains. When it came, it came like cats and dogs. I prefer to call it bitchy rains.


You are also most welcome to Karachi or Quetta. Both are the hubs of ethnical clashes. There are various choices such as target killing, torched buses and cars.


If not by this, than by that but options are infinite. Choose at your ease.

Lakki Marwat Blast, January 2010

Khyber Pakhtoonkhwa Flood and Rains, July  2010

Karachi, burned down after ethnical target killing, Aug 2010

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General Knowledge

"Main janti hun tumhe aur mujhe ek dusray k baray main ziada janne ki zarurat tau nahi hai magar phir bhi yun hi aksir ye khayal aata hai kay ab tum kaise ho?

Kya tum aaj bhi Lata k ganay sun kar wo raaten yaad karte ho jab main gaati thee aur tum hans kar kehte they, Lata ki taang torna band karo. Jaante ho us k baad kitne hi roz maine ainay k samne khare ho kar wo gaana gaaya hai. Ab tau aisi aadat pari hai k na chahte hue bhi fursat main wohi gungunati hun.

Tumhe wo nazm yaad hai jo tumne mujh per, mere liye hi likhi thee? wo lafz aaj bhi naye k naye hain aur kal se ziada haseen. Uss kaaghaz ka reshmi-pun kuch alag sa hai, shayad tumhari unglion se aisa hua hoga.

Wo shabnam se bhi ziada saaf shaffaf chehra yaad hai tum ko? Kitne hi din hogaye tumhari nazr nahi pari uss per. Yun lagta hai waqt ki dhool jam gayi ho. Maloom hai wo pankhar’ian bhi sookh gayi hain apni hi zuban ka namak chakh chakh kar.

Kya tum aaj bhi poori poori raat ye soch kar jaagte ho k humare sirhanay khali hain? Aaj tak nahi jaan paayi k aglee subha tum kaise jaan lete they. Ye ek muamma hi reh gaya jo tum se khud bhi na hal ho saka.

Wo lambay lambay khutt yaad hain jinhe dekh kar tum pareshan hote they aur poochte they kaise likh leti ho? Main aaj bhi tumko tumhare hi lafzon main dhoondti hun. Jane wo likhne wala kahan gum gaya.

Yaad hai wo meri pink flowers ki shirt? Unka rung urr chuka hai.

Mujhe ye sub zaroor batana.

Ho sakay tau wapis aajana.  

K.

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