Sunday, May 25, 2014

The measure of a civilization is how it treats its weakest members.


If you think about it -- every one of us can be made to belong to a minority group in Pakistan even when you feel that you are in majority. For example, you can belong to Sunni Islam -- the faith to which most Pakistanis adhere to but then this group can be fragmented on the basis of sects (Wahabis, Barelvis...), regions (Lahoris, Karachiites...), castes (Rajputs, Maliks...), family history (Muhajirs, ...), language (Punjabi, Potohari, Pahari...), financial status and so on. Moreover, most of us belonging to a particular group just because we were born into it -- so I see this as no achievement and nothing to be overly proud about. So if you are thinking about remaining silent over how minorities are being treated in Pakistan because they are, well, minorities, there can be a time in which you (or I) can be cast as a minority and subjected to social injustice and misconduct by the 'majority'.
In the words of Martin Niemöller about the inactivity of German intellectuals following the Nazi rise to power and the purging of their chosen targets, group after group:
"First they came for the communists,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a communist.
Then they came for the socialists,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a socialist.
Then they came for the trade unionists,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a trade unionist.
Then they came for me,
and there was no one left to speak for me."
I see the same happening in my Pakistan.
History has a habit of repeating itself when no lessons are learnt from it. Have we forgotten the threat of persecution, social and economic injustice that muslim minority of the subcontinent faced in a post-British-rule India that led to the creation of the country in which we are now treating our minorities in a way we couldn't even bear to think of being treated ourselves. Still not convinced -- Remember the Urdu-Hindi language riots in which Hindi being the language of the majority in pre-parition India was being forced on the minority Urdu-speaking community and when we got independence we forced Urdu on our Bengali brothers and this led to the creation of the "world mother-language day" by the UN and played a major role in the separation of East Pakistan to Bangladesh. So if we continue the trend of oppressing minorities we are bound to succumb ourselves to the monster that we are creating either by actively participating in it or being silent about it.
We are far behind the rest of the world in almost every measure of civilization -- be it science and technology or social sciences, living standard or visits to the library. Our natural resources, which aren't in plenty anyways, will run out one day. What we need to focus on is developing a concrete foundation for our human resource and minorities (religious and otherwise) can play a major role in it. Pakistani examples include, Dr. Abdus Salam, Cecil Chaudhry, Eric G. Hall, Sharbat Ali Changezi and many more. The recent burning of more than 125 houses belonging to Christians in Lahore by a mob of ~7000 due to the allegations about blasphemy against prophet Muhammad (Peace be upon him) by a single member of the Christian community reflects our tolerance and how weak the state of Pakistan is in protecting its citizens. Even worse, according to Dawn news reports, is the fact that the accused and the complainant had quarrelled under the influence of liquor on March 7, but the latter painted it as a case of blasphemy. Reports say that the mob consisted of muslims. I am pretty sure that the prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) would not have liked this as he (peace be upon him), instead of being angry at an old lady who used to throw trash on him out of hatred for him, cared for her when he got to know that she had become sick. Some people say that muslims are being oppressed in places like Burma, Palestine, Kashmir and no one talks about them. I think, we being muslims and Pakistanis, should raise our standards and clean our own house of terrorism and oppression of minorities first instead of engaging in a self-glorified Lahori crusade against the weak and become an example for the rest of the world to see.

The road next to the wall

I can see your shadows dancing on the wall
the wall smiles back
proud, happy, changing color as it feels your touch
Reflecting, Radiating, Rejoicing
And Reminding me of the touch I could always feel
soft, sweet, warm!
But just as the light changes
times moved
Taking away those shadows
And burying me in the wall!
Now I feel nothing
No shadows
I do see a cracked road
weathered by wind and water!
On its belly of cold earth
its skin of tar
Into the horizon
in search of the lost light
with tears in its pot holes,
Should I travel?

My sacrifice!

My sacrifice!

The sparkle of your eyes, the effect it has on me
The yearning of my heart to beat
The feeling of the touch of your soft arms around me
The thought of sliding my hands on your cheek
My wish of touching the softness of your lips
My need of holding the colors of the horizon after a sunset
The tenderness of floating in a vast blue sea
I will sacrifice them all, for you!

ظلمت شب میں تیری آنکھوں کی چمک
میرے دل میں دھڑکنے کی تڑپ
تیری گداز باہوں میں بسنے کا خیال
بیاض رخ یار کے ورق پلٹنے کا تصّور
جنبش شبنم لالہ کو چھونے کی خواہش
سرخی افق کو تھامنے کی ضرورت
نیلگوں سمندر میں آزادی کا احساس
سب قربان' اک تیرے لئے!

Let's Look!

Let's Look!

Come! Let's look beyond these hand-crafted Gods of ours
Let's look beyond our deities of color and language
'Their' tears, 'Their' smiles are the same, same as 'ours'
If we just look beyond what 'we' have sentenced 'them' to
If its hard to look at that then
Let's just look inside ourselves!

آؤ اپنے بناے ان دیوتاؤں سے اوپردیکھیں 
اپنے  رنگ زبان کے خداؤں سے اوپردیکھیں 
انکےآنسوبھی وہی ہیں'مسکراہٹیں بھی وہی 
گرانکو اپنی دی سزاؤں سے اوپر دیکھیں 
اوپر دیکھنا اور سوچنا اگر مشکل ہے توآؤ افسر 
اپنے اندر' دوسروں کی قضاؤں سے اوپر دیکھیں 

Sunday, April 13, 2014

خبرِ تحیرِ عشق

خبرِ تحیرِ عشق سن، نہ جنوں رہا، نہ پری رہی
نہ تو تُو رہا، نہ تو میں رہا، جو رہی سو بے خبری رہی
شۂ بے خودی نے عطا کیا، مجھے اب لباسِ برہنگی
نہ خرد کی بخیہ گری رہی، نہ جنوں کی پردہ دری رہی
چلی سمتِ غیب سے اک ہوا کہ چمن ظہور کا جل گیا
مگر ایک شاخِ نہالِ غم جسے دل کہیں سو ہری رہی
نظرِ تغافلِ یار کا گلہ کس زباں سے کروں بیاں
کہ شرابِ حسرت و آرزو، خمِ دل میں تھی سو بھری رہی
وہ عجب گھڑی تھی کہ جس گھڑی لیا درس نسخۂ عشق کا
کہ کتاب عقل کی طاق پر جو دھری تھی سو وہ دھری رہی
ترے جوشِ حیرتِ حسن کا اثر اس قدر ہے یہاں ہوا
کہ نہ آئینے میں جِلا رہی، نہ پری میں جلوہ گری رہی
کیا خاک آتشِ عشق نے دلِ بے نوائے سراج کو
نہ خطر رہا، نہ حذر رہا، جو رہی سو بے خطری رہی
(سراج اورنگ آبادی)

Monday, October 22, 2012

My Poetic License



(My Poetic License: A poem written by me after I was dead)
O'God, when I could write,
I wrote a couple of poems thinking of you,
now let me sleep through the Resurrection day
when my body is going to testify against me,
Yes, I know, I succumbed to my wishes all my life
But You have been one of those wishes always,
Yes, I know, I haven't remembered you all the time
But I knew you were there for me always,
now let me sleep through the Resurrection day into paradise
I know I am overusing it,
But Its my poetic license!
(Oct. 21, 2012)