Showing posts with label Facts and Rants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Facts and Rants. Show all posts

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Gestures ~ Miscalculated Poetries by Misunderstood Poets



Ladies and Gentlemen,Behold! for my book is here :D



Gestures - Miscalculated Poetries by Misunderstood Poets


The book is available at Flipkart here : http://www.flipkart.com/books/8182532515
and at Cyberwit here : http://www.cyberwit.net/publications/316


Of course Gestures is a group effort, and the announcement is not complete without mentioning about all the people who made Gesture a reality. Thankyou, Yaseen, Nikhil, Rinzu and Swati. You guys are simply amazing.

Also, how can i forget to mention Saim who actually got me that wonderful bio, which i hold the bestest in the book. Thank you so so much.


Why are you still reading? Go buy the book and read that ;)

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Update:

The past year has been extremely dream like when it comes to this lesser explored hobby of mine - poetry. Apart from Gestures few of my selected poems have featured in the following anthologies too. Don't forget to order your copy :)



AKS : Tere Mere Khayaalo.n Ka


LOVE IN VERSES : For You & Me



MUSINGS : A Mosaic


INKLINKS

Buy on Cyberwit


WORDS ON THE WINDS OF CHANGE
Buy on Blurb


Picture abhi baaki hai mere dost ;)

Friday, July 2, 2010

Gender Holocaust


Dear Daughter,


I don’t know if you are ever going to find this
letter or if you find this, whether you will be able to read it and with all my
heart I wish you will be able to read this. But by God’s mercy, and I want you
to know that He is very merciful, if you ever find this letter please know that
I love you and will love you the same forever.


My lovely daughter,
you look so beautiful. You must have got this from your father’s side. They all
are so beautiful and so rich, but sadly so ungrateful. I love you my princess,
and I want you to learn to be grateful the way I am today, thanking the Almighty
for the most precious gift I have ever received as I hold you in my arms.


In your walk of life, I want you to be independent too. The world is
undoubtedly beautiful, but evil exists everywhere, like air. If you don’t stand
up for yourself, you will probably end up standing where I m today - helpless
and weak.


Something… something in you tells me that you are a
special child of God, and that you will have enough strength and wisdom to
protect yourself and hold your happiness near. Wish I could hold you the same
way, forever.


Though at times, we have to learn to let go. It’s the
hardest part, at times inevitable. But the day you will learn it, you will be
able to face and accept the strange ways of life and the mysterious paths of
destiny. This will help you to grow up into a strong child. I am going to count
days till then, and I for one, will be very proud of you that day whether I
could get this to you or not.


My daughter, you are my world and I
wish you all the luck in life. Remember, the water constantly struggles before
it cuts deep great mountains. This world we witness today is a result of
constant struggle. Everything around us does its job fighting all odds and
exists together to make this world complete. But ultimately it is the survival
of the fittest.


Always, my dear, give in your best, push your limits
to know what your limits really are. But above all, identify at least one soul,
apart from you, to share the benefit of what you did. For me, I know it’s you.
You will be happy and agree with whatever I did, the day you read this letter.


When you read, appreciate the knowledge more than the learning. Here
in your real home, education is an identity. Everyone is highly educated, but I
wish I could say the same for their knowledge. Please, my princess, if you get a
chance, I want you to seek knowledge before you earn degrees.


If all
here would have done that, they would have loved you and adored you the same way
as I do. They would have wanted to keep you badly, as I do. They want you now
also, but I cannot let them have you. God has sent you down with a fate already
written and I am not letting them destroy this beautiful plan of God.


I can live my dear, with your image in my mind, knowing that you are
safe far away, than cry over your grave in the backyard of this magnificent
palace.


You are a girl, a beautiful and charming girl, and that’s a
blessing my princess. That’s no crime. I cannot let them punish you for
something you never did. I am letting you go today, only to let you grow
tomorrow into an amazing woman of name and spirit.


With all the love
and helplessness in the world, I seek your forgiveness for not being there with
you at your every step. If I come along, they will find us both, but alone you
can live. I promise my prayers will always follow your paths.


Love
and Prayers,
A Mother.



With tears rolling down her cheeks, she held her baby tight for one last time. Then as in a flash of lightening, she remembered the brutal decision of her in-laws on her daughter’s birth. She carefully separated the tiny breathing soul from herself, folded the letter and with blurred vision placed it in the folds of her baby’s clothes.


She wiped her tears to get one last clear view of her own torn away part. She kissed her on her forehead and said a small prayer, in the dim lights of the dawn. A cool breeze hit her face and as nature agreed with her, she softly said ‘Amen’ and turned away only to never return back. Her baby, unaware of her fate, was still asleep in the comfort of her warm clothes at the doorsteps of the House of God.


The story may be a figment of imagination but is picked up from a real mother’s life’s tragedy. May be from one among the many mothers, who could not see their baby being killed before their eyes. Other 5,00,000 opt for selective abortion, thanks to our advancement in science and regression in humanity. Some even manage to gather enough guts to kill their own child by feeding them dry unshelled rice to puncture their windpipes or some poisonous fertilizer and salt to increase their blood pressure, or simply stuff them in clay pots or hang them by waist and shake them to break their spinal cord. All this on the land where killing girls is no big sin!


Deliberately I am skipping census statistics here. The very disturbing ways and unreasonable grounds for killing a girl child should be enough to highlight the cruelty. And this is no new concept but an age old practice which continued to grow with and within civilizations. People are so afraid to afford a girl child that one should not be surprised at catchlines like “spend 600 rupees now and save 50,000 rupees later” of many mushrooming ultrasound scanning centers.


There was a time when a girl was crowned for her famous answer that ”The origin of a child is a mother, and is a woman; and a woman is one who shares love; and shows a man what love, caring and sharing is all about.” I don’t think that was long ago. But I do know that it’s a wonderful theory which is believed by everyone and cared by none. We, as human, are on the verge of killing our own race. And killing girl child is the surest and fastest one.


Related Quranic verse :
With shame does he hide himself from his people, because of the bad news he had! On sufferance and) contempt, or bury it in dust? Ah! what an evil (choice) they decide on? (Quran 16:59)

Monday, May 10, 2010

The start of 20th Paragraph..


My God! It has been more than two months since I wrote a post here...So many things happened around..like the WRB, the Hockey team (Yes! I was excited about it), the Modi-Tharoor Controversy, the Cheerleaders and the usual extreme up and downs of my life…still I was unable to gather my thoughts at one place to give them shape of a post.

Now when I look at my watch its around 3 in the morning…it’s one of those nights I stayed awake until the wee hours of morning during the so called study holidays…seriously, whoever invented the idea of these study holidays must have been an introvert or an antisocial, anti-fun person or just plain weak in vocabulary…afterall what do holidays have to do with studies??? Holidays by nature are ex-studies..(God! My accounts taking over my vocab now) then how can you term this boring period of excessive pressure as holidays?? Kher, Whatever, many things in this world are better left untouched.

So, its clear that am supposed to be studying now but obviously am bored to death and so I thought I shall grace my blog by my presence, well post-dated presence :D :D..this post is supposed to mark the successful completion of my 20th trip around the sun…Yes! My Friends, I finally leave my teenage to enter into this scary age of what they call, responsibility..not that responsibility leaves you at any stage of life..but I have always seen the end of teens as the beginning of responsibility’s lecture by anyone and everyone who is free for the day..

heee..heee...heee... :D :D 

At times it makes me wonder if we are ever allowed to do something new? I totally agree with importance of age and experience, but creativity has to come from something new, something free..The youths must be allowed to imagine, dream, invent and explore..until and unless we step out from the past, we really can’t design the future..and creativity is like water…if you let it flow, it will go on enriching the surroundings until it reaches its goal..but if you keep it stagnant..it will attract flies and mosquitoes..The choice is always yours!

Filhaal, the choice is definitely not mine, today is supposed to be my birthday and I am writing exam at this time (Only if I am not dead by today!)..Imagine writing exam on your birthday :( :( that also of Costing.. God! did you choose this day out of purpose :( :( .. or is it ICAI..it always keeps on searching ways to make students’ life hell..like withdrawing transfer rules for article assistants… it’s a total slavery you deaf ICAI. ..SLAVERY!

Anyways I should get back to studies…morning is soon to be here..and it’s only in nights that I can study..(I know what you are thinking! But I still eat veggies and no blood :P)..days are meant to sleep..they anyways are full of distraction and people :/...Anyways friends take care…may be one day I ll be able to get back to proper blogging (that reminds me that i am supposed to change the name of this blog..only if i ll get time..Sigh!) and minimum rambling :P till then, Allah hafiz :)

P.S. If you have forgotten to shop for my B'day Gift! You still have time..rush to your nearest gift store until stock lasts :D :D

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

You can run and hide..but life wont leave you alone


Recently I happened to watch a Tamil movie, of course complete with English subtitle, called Anbesivam. It had this wonderful line among all other super dialogues in it

“You can run and hide..but life wont leave you alone”.

And now more I think of the dialogue more I fall in love with its realistic-ness (is that a word??), practicality and relevance. Life goes on, it just never ends. Time keeps doing thing at its pace, the only thing we need to do is to follow it at the same pace. If we are able to do so, we are living a satisfied life, if we are fast, an excited one and if slow, well, that’s the time where this quote helps to uplift your spirit.


The best thing about bad times is that it gives you time. Actually the second best thing. It will burden you with endless, directionless, absurd and abstract thoughts and render you totally jobless. Now being jobless may seem like a dream come true in this fast moving world, but being busy with your thoughts, alone, is horrible. It’s like having nightmare chase you even in the broad daylight. You will want to run, may be hide or in the worst of cases, end it all in one shot. Or at the second thought you can wait!

Accepting life might pose a big hurdle. A broken spirit, shattered expectations, clueless paths and what all not, in midst of such disaster finding a light which promises shine is one big challenge in itself. And then at times you even don’t have enough time to wait and things seem like an ever increasing pile of problems. No matter if the start of this unfortunate part of life was big or small, our attitude and confusion only make it worse and we tend to hate the upcoming moment before it can surprise us with something wonderful.



This is the time when you need to start taking things slow. Leaving one thought after another, slowly. It will take time for sure. A great deal of it. But eventually, one will discover that it’s possible. And as one of the really talented blogger writes May be waiting isn’t all in your plans , but at some point in the journey called life, you might want a mind set to give up what you have planned to accept Life Believe me Life really never leaves you alone, even in the worst of scenario. If all walk out, your life will still be there with you. So why leaving such a good friend? Every other second of life is an unopened gift box, it’s in our hand whether we care to open it with a smile.

And yeah, the first best thing about bad times is that it never stays for long. So who knows, the wait might last only for a little while.


Thursday, March 11, 2010

Why-O-Why Dear Lions!

There was a sign at Anna Zoological Park on some Chimp's prison...

Imagine Yourself at their place.
DON'T TEASE ANIMALS
..followed by a pic of a man inside that cage and animals teasing him from outside. Well we happened to be in a similar situation...not in the prison...but in a bus well protected by net made of wires..when we went out for Lion Safari in the same Zoological Park.

Now everyone knows how kids are excited to see animals...(fine i get it that i am 19, but i ll always be a kid at heart)..they scream, they make noises...they point fingers...and they try to talk in animal's lingo also...

And guess what happened when we were in the bus..AND THE LIONS OUT..ALL FIVE OR SIX OF THEM..MOVING AROUND...

Guess...

well...they were just NOT INTERESTED in us ..huh!

They didn't roar, not even a squeal... people on the bus cried theirs lung out...screaming at them and roaring at them as if teaching a baby how to speak..and the lions...they got up and moved to a different place..some lazy ones just looked up to us and then back to the ground.

Why-o-why Dear Lions have to break Little Gul's heart :( Insaan to insaan ab to jaanwar bhi unreliable rehgaye...dil k armaan aansuo.n me beh gaye. :(

Ye aankhen utha k zara dekh to lete :(

The white tiger though was a little upset from me...and roared while walking here and there...and little me loved it.. :)



P.S.


1. It's supposed to be my 50th post and i dedicate it to Lions, Animals, Lovely and Amazing ME to our National Animal...the TIGER..(i know white tiger is not the one..but hey it might be our Tiger's brother and also he roared at me :D lols. ) because like our National Game, which i so loved watching :( our National Animal too need us...with only 1411 left of them.

2. I know I am sounding insane...i a m a l i t t l e t o r n a p a r t...ll be back with some better stuff when iamalltogether.. [ yup! this is abridged from somewhere i don't care to remember ;) ].

Adios!

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Thinking over things...lately!

World is full of so many surprises…they make you laugh...they make you cry..But ultimately they add up in your experiences and make you a mature person...No matter which road you take...What choices you make...You will always achieve what’s already written on your fate…and no one else can realize this better than me… (by the way did u realize that those four lines actually rhymed) I think I am the Queen in the game of fate..have seen it change so closely and so dramatically that I am sure my life could be easily made in a chart bursting movie…I want Vishal Bhardwaj to do the music please :D :P

Why I am back to blabbering again? Well there are loads of reason to it...First of all I am too busy to think...So am back at what I am best at...Speaking without thinking...And that doesn’t mean speaking senseless stuff..But speaking what mind and heart thinks and the first instance...The pure and innocent thought...I love spontaneity...that’s so me :) …Second reason there are too many things happening at the same time..They make me think…yes I am capable of doing so x-(...Thirdly...My blog badly needs a new post...eeks! its getting dusty here…So here I am.

First of all A very happy B’day to my little, mighty, thinny, sweetu, intello Bro..
!!HAPPY BURRDAY ZAID!!


(he is the one in the rusty red shirt)
Live long and thoda gussa kam kariyo iss saal..pata hai kya..you became an adult..:D :D lolz…you are 18..still 2 young 4 me to believe..

Second and probably the most important thing I am going to speak about is about the people who think they are the BOSS! I so wanted to write about it from long but then was too afraid to do that…I am still confused whether I am brave enough...but I just want to write and get it done...I know Dhir is gonna like this..

Some people who think they have a little power in their hands think others’ life belongs to them. Life tak ki baat hoti tab bhi shayad I would have not been this angry and frustrated...but then you want someone to surrender their dignity before you…what you think you are...that’s just not acceptable...You have to understand that if you are surviving its only because someone else is putting his/her heart and soul in your work...You can step on their heads and climb to the highest possible peaks….but don’t torture them to an extent that they remove their head underneath your feet...and you come down tumbling and falling upside-down..Remember world is round and what you give comes back to you..

Worst is that all those who call themselves professionals and are practicing so called “professionalism” have not even a hint of the meaning of the word….you may have education..but you are an empty head sans knowledge…you may have tailored suits but no conscience inside to wear..you are a father to 18 years old girl and you make your employee’s life miserable..what kind of human you are…stray dogs have standard before you…wish I could stand before you and speak to you..but maybe I am just too afraid of your character to have the courage ..but certainly you have proved that it’s a man’s world…and being a woman is a challenge….i am lucky not to have encountered such a situation..but I pity those whom you have eyed…you are all the symbols known to the people of Roadies, Splitsvilla, Emotional Atyachaar etc….

Deep breath..!!

That’s one thing which was troubling me from many days..more I think more it troubles..if it could happen to your friend/colleague/ neighbor, imagine how close it was to happen to you…get Goosebumps whenever think of it…

Anyways, the main purpose of this post is to tell that I might not be blogging for the coming 3 months..I have exams in May and have literally got the one and only chance to give my best…have absolutely no reason to give to my temptations this time…Just pray friends that I am able to make it..Rest I know Allah is all kind to make happen what should suppose to be happening in my best of best interest :)

And yeah! Forgot to tell lately I have been all smiles..thats after I got hospitalized for one week..sick viral fever..I am underweight….though weigh more than Kareena..but underweight…anyways happiness has got nothing to do with my hospitalization..that was just an update…I am happy because some sweet people are making it so for me :)…lately I have started getting those chubby cheeks back..lets see if its because of that magical curve which sets things right :)

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

IT Dept says : It’s OK to forget your Father’s name

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Office is fun. You gotta admit that. We are some sort of Chartered Accountants and because our government is trying hard to be widely branded as tech savvy or at least catch-up with the bird called Internet (of which they have absolutely no idea!), they require us to file some qualifying asessees' returns online. And for all this info (which just passed over your head) we require the EXACT name written on the PAN Application form (submitted ages ago) and because all our client hate keeping records, we end up calling the Income Tax Department every time.

IT Dept. is one step ahead of us. They will only speak to the Asessee (as if all rich people are literate and they will understand this long process and agree to talk to IT Dept!) and not to the agents or any associates.

We are the sandwiched species. If we can’t get the EXACT name submitted ages ago, boss will kill us, and IT dept. will no ways give us the name for they are partners in our tortures :(. We the enlightened (not to forget sandwiched) species devised a new way in all this tension, for necessity is the mother of innovation.



We made one of our colleague to speak to those extra cautious IT People as a 58 year old un-concerned Client named Abubacker...What happened after that is the history you ought to know:


Colleague: Hello Sir, I want My PAN Details as submitted in the beginning to file my returns online.

IT Dept.: Your name Sir

Colleague: (In his young 20 year old voice, calling the 58 year old guy's name) Abubacker.

IT Dept.: (On checking records and discovering an astonishing fact) You are 58 year old Sir?

Colleague: Yes Sir! (Making his voice a little coarse) Now may I have my PAN Details?

IT Dept.: One Minute Sir.(Confused) May I know your father’s name?


Colleague is now stunned, looking at everyone and suddenly realizing he doesn’t know his (Or Abubacker’s) father’s name..He motions to others and all are searching for the file for good 20 minutes)

Colleague: (To break the silence on the phone) One second sir..just a minute..


And then a sigh of relief...We got the file and the exact paper which has Abubacker’s name.

Colleague: (Struggling to read the name) its..Aa - Aa - M - I - R..Its “Aamir” sir.

And the conversation goes on for another fifteen minutes for which colleague ends up flipping every single paper in the file. But somehow the Chartered Accountancy student succeeds in making a fool of that paid Sherlock Holmes of IT Dept. and get the exact PAN Details (even when he forgets his father's name).

Moral of the story: It’s OK to forget your Father’s name. :D

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Watchout for JaimyLiz

All the world is writing and as if it was not enough the new saviour-of-the-world, pronunciation-expert, that’s-out-of-fashion-commenter, miss. Perfectionist has decided to give me a run for my followers. The girl-just-so-not-next-door and perhaps the perfect living human being (or how she likes to call her as) has gifted the blogging world her gracious presence. Beware people. Jaimy is blogging @ JaimyLiz.

She is a dear friend and perhaps the bestest of bestest critics. Honest to the core (so much that at times u just hope she lies). A great friend in need and when you don’t need. Guidance you ask and a new world of opportunity she shows. A creative mind directed by and dedicated to God. At times she is too emotional and at the other hand she is just so brave. We were just mirror to each other until I got matured and she chose to remain the same :P.


One thing I can assure you is that if u chose to follow her blog you ll be shaken or rather challenged at your beliefs, your style quotient, your sense of humour and everything which she chose to write about. She is one right person in one wrong profession. Chartered Accountancy needs her brain but Law is where she could have used her real talent- debating. Her thoughts are simple and very straight forward- this is so and so it is. Simple and Final.

There is a lot ot know about her but this is no testimonial just a simple introduction. But still why am I writing thesis on her is only coz I love her and am sure you will like her too (and also because she wrote about me so I had to return the favour :P ) Don’t forget to check out her blog.


P.S. Jaims I wrote what you wanted me to write…ab to I can wear mera jhinga lala wala dress..pls :(

Sunday, January 3, 2010

A Journey, A Blessing - Hijab



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This is the time (belated) for my favorite topic and newest passion – My hijab. This is not the only thing which I love, possess, or respect but it’s the thing which gives me freedom, sets me carefree, and make me more confident.


These were my words when I wrote the most commented post of my blog Celebrating Six months of Hijab, Alhamdulillah :) It felt great. I could feel the bliss, the pleasure of knowing you are the one chosen to be under hidayah. It was great and so it is today also; I have completed my FULL ONE YEAR OF HIJAB…successfully..Alhamdulillah…

Don’t take me wrong when I say successfully, it’s not said referring any race or any challenge. I feel successful coz I was able to get away with the temptation of being unhijabified every time given how conscious I am about presentations. It was pretty hard to tolerate people making nasty comments on how hijab degraded my looks. Eeks!

I still remember the day I decided to live with hijab, it was sudden, purely unbelievable, I think that’s what you call inspiration. It comes so that you may never know when it has already taken you into its grip. It was amazing and so it is today. It feels so special that it can hardly be expressed in words.

Though the moment was amazing, others dint forget to make hijab a big issue, bigger than Obama winning the peace prize with equally shocked looks on their faces! Is a piece of cloth so disturbing to you people? Can I ask you (these types of people) to simply go and dig a life out for yourselves?


Kher, an eventful journey it was. There was good and bad and some people tried branding it ugly as well, but it was the greatest gift for me from God. In a book called Fundamental of Islam I read Knowledge is the greatest of gifts God has bestowed to humans and I can only go on agreeing more and more with the statement. Hijab has been a source of knowledge, a source to know a lot of thing for me. I can only pray that it continues to be.

So, come join the celebration with me :)

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Ashura - History and Significance

Pre-Script : I normally avoid writing or speaking in public on matters I am less informed or lack the capability to defend my own understanding before others. Though Muharram or rather the day of Ashura was one of those topics till yesterday, Alhamdulillah I have somewhat a clear understanding of the day’s significance, its history and the mountains of myths and the moles of facts surrounding it. This post is seriously not a dictation or what Muslims do or are supposed to do, it’s my understanding and I am sharing it with the world. Anyone who feels I am wrong at my reasoning can very well share their views so we may have a better understanding from all points of views. After all we all strive to be better for here and hereafter.

Day of Ashura, the 10th of Muharram (first month of Islamic calendar) has great significance throughout Islamic history. It’s a notable fact that Islamic New Year starts from the very first day of the month of Muharram but still Muslims keep fast on Ashura i.e 10th of Moharram and a day before it or a day after it. It’s because there is no concept of any New Year celebration in Islam (as if a new cycle of the moon around earth will affect the stars in your constellation!) and fasting on Ashura is not synonyms to celebrating New Year.

According to me a new year, irrespective of it’s guiding planet, religion, state or country, does not change your life, your family, your resolution s or anything or anyone around you. It even does not change your academic year. So if everything remains same, what’s the point celebrating a day which likes all others day in the calendar, will come back on the same day next year too! Honestly I see no point in making resolutions, going partying or having Pizza with family on New Year coz that something I can do any day in the whole year. And avoiding all these saves a lot of money. Trust me! Again these are my points.

Coming back to Ashura. In India and may be a lot of countries abroad, Muharram for some part of Muslim community, is reduced to wearing black, cutting yourself, crying and mourning loud in Public and carrying beautiful Tajiyas from one place to another. And all this in the name of remembering the Martyrdom of Hazrat Hussain (R.A.), the Grandson of our beloved Prophet Huzur S.A.W.

Firstly, the fasting on Ashura is what our Prophet followed in his lifetime due to its historic significance. It actually started when once our beloved Prophet (S.A.W.) observed Jews fasting and asked them the reason of fasting on Ashura. They told that Hazrat Musa (A.S.) fasted on this day out of gratitude since on this very day Allah delivered to them and saved him and his family from Pharoah and Pharoah’s army was drowned. And as any Muslim will know how closer we are to Hazrat Musa (A.S.), Prophet fasted on that day and asked us to fast (not obligatory) too but on two days instead of a single day so that we may be prevented from following what’s not our religion. (As related in Bukhari and Shahi Muslim)

As Hazrat Hussain (R.A.) was martyred long after Prophet left us to carry our deen ourselves, it is clear that his fasting had no connection with the Martyrdom of Hazrat Hussain (R.A.). And it’s not something he asked us to observe before he completed our religion on us.

(Allah (God) says: Today I have perfected your "Deen"(way of life), and have completed my favor upon you (mankind) and have chosen for you Islam (Submission to the will of God) as your "Deen"(way of life) (Quran 5:3)


An addition to the Prophet's tradition will only mislead us, knowingly or unknowingly.

Secondly, the reason behind fasting on Ashura is reflecting our love and gratitude for Allah and acknowledging what he has provided us and provided our Prophets and their followers in the past.

Thirdly, can someone really think that our great Lord will like us to be in pain, to wear black, to mourn and to cut our self? Is Lord that unmerciful? Certainly Not. He is the Most Compassionate, the Most Merciful. He understand the pain we go through on losing a beloved so he has prescribed mourning, which is not bad but has restricted that to 3 days, a mere 3 days so that we may understand the cycle of life and move on with the pain and strive better for here and hereafter.

Muhammad (saws) who said: ‘It is not permitted for a woman who believes in Allah and the Last Day to mourn for any dead person for more than three days, except for a husband, (in which case the period of mourning is) four months and ten days. (Reported by al-Bukhaari, 4926).

Then why all this mourning suddenly on the day of Ashura? Why there is all this cutting and shouting on the day we are supposed to keep fast and reflect on ourselves. Is it just that from all the days in the year we only remember the bravery of Hazrat Hussain (R.A.) on the day of Ashura? That we forget the values which Hazrat Hussain (R.A.) cultivated in him on all other days? Is our love for him is of only one day? Again NO! We love him, his bravery, his values, his love for Islam, his concern for the next generations of Islam, his aim and vision for which he sacrificed his life, his determination of not bowing down before falsehood, throughout the year.

I do feel sad that the early generations of Islam were prevented from enjoying his caliphate and direction too soon. But I am also one who certainly believes that crying is not going to benefit the soul of Prophet’s grandson. It’s remembering, treasuring and cultivating his values, character and direction in ourselves. If you really love Hazrat Hussain (R.A.), in my opinion, you should live him in yourself and not drain him in your blood and pain.

And as I quoted earlier our deen has already been completed on us and everything after that is Biddah. Mourning is not only wrong but it’s also repelling us from observing one of the most grateful of grateful days, Day of Ashura which our Prophet loved to observe. Of course I am aware of Biddat-e-Husna concept but I don’t see any good in observing mourning, moreover are we more learned than the early generations of Sahabis, if not yes, then when and which of the Sahabis observed Ashura like Muslims do today?

Finally, I have been pointing all through that this day is a day to be grateful about, indeed it is, and we get a lot of reason to observe Lord’s bounty on us on this day.

  • On this day: Allah (Subhanahu wa Ta'ala) accepted the repentance of Sayyidina Adam ('Alaihis-Salaam) after his exile from Paradise;
  • Allah (Subhanahu wa Ta'ala) saved Sayyidina Nuh ('Alaihis-Salaam) and his companions in the ark;
  • Allah extinguished the fire in which Sayyidina Ibrahim ('Alaihis-Salaam) was thrown by Nimrod;
  • And Allah (Subhanahu wa Ta'ala) spoke directly to Sayyidina Musa ('Alaihis-Salaam) and gave him the Commandments.
  • On this same 10th of Muharram, Sayyidina Ayyub ('Alaihis-Salaam) was restored to health (from leprosy);
  • Sayyidina Yusuf ('Alaihis-Salaam) was reunited with his father Ya’qub ('Alaihis-Salaam); Sayyidina Yunus ('Alaihis-Salaam) was taken out from the belly of the fish;
  • and the sea was divided as the nation of israel was delivered from captivity and Pharoah’s army was destroyed.
  • ‘Ashura is also the day when Sayyidina Dawud ('Alaihis-Salaam) was forgiven; the kingdom of Sulaiman ('Alaihis-Salaam) was restored;
  • Sayyidina Isa ('Alaihis-Salaam) was raised to Jannah and Sayyidina al-Husayn (Radiyallahu 'anh) (the Holy Prophet’s, Sallallahu ‘alayhi wa Sallam, grandson) achieved the honor of Martyrdom.
(These are mentioned as what scholars have determined as the specialties of that day in Ghunya li-Talibi Tariq al-Haqq, Sayyidina Abdul Qadir al-Jilani)

The benefits of this fasting are also numerous. Huge enough to get you out of bed before fazr on the next Ashura.

After All this, let us pray that Allah guide all of us to the right path and we strive harder to be a Perfect Muslim as what was our beloved Prophet Huzur (Sallallahu ‘alayhi wa Sallam), on this day of Ashura. Aameen!

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

United Countless States of India

Our Parents lived with their Parents, Uncles, Aunts, Cousins, Grandparents in a Big joint family. To fill more color to the picture of life they lived in harmony with their neighbors in village, city, and state in fact across the border, just as they lived in a family.

But then, we grew up. ‘We’ as in “we human civilization”. It took a leap towards development. And we designed a more economical, easy and in- alls’ -interest way of living – living in a nuclear family. But again we were not happy.

Dividing families did not satisfy us. So we kept a distance from our neighbors. For, of course, reason due to time – constraint. Time is precious and it is something not to waste on good for nothing reasons. We took the concept of nuclear family seriously, very seriously.


Human wants are endless. And we moved a step ahead. We asked the brothers born in different cities (who care if we have the same country’s passport) to kindly vacate our aamchi city. They didn’t heed so we had to bend our finger, for we can’t allow someone else to skim the cream. Cream in which they had a lawful share.

End of surprises will bring monotony. So we demanded a Telangana. We have right to do so. The right to develop. We will next day ask for Poorv/Paschim, Uttar/Dakhin Aanchal. Small highly developed regions of the UNITED COUNTLESS STATES OF INDIA. Only if we not get started with the demand of different nations.

For the same reason our parents separated from family - to take care of us. We have to get rid of them to cater to our future development.


I at times wonder “How many more holes in the "aanchal"? Are we not going back to the Stone Age when it was just the cave, cave-mommy, cave-daddy and cave-kids? Are we not losing on our human traits? Are we not underestimating the quality of most superior beings on earth – the quality to think? How are we going to survive without our joint family?

It’s not just about Telangana; a small hole only gets wider and wider if not stitched in time. Development and the demand for development are on a very high pace, sadly towards the opposite direction. If things remain the same, there will be a third world war . Every human rejecting to live with other human as "human". And so, the fourth will line up too, only to be fought with sticks and stones.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Hijab Woes

It was a well planned, supposed-to-be-surprise, get together of our whole gang-of-girls for a friend cum ex-colleague cum classmate who happened to be in town today. The only thing which ran through my mind the whole day, among the secret murmuring and kiddish surprise planning, was how the person’s reaction is going to be after he sees me. Come on don’t get me wrong, I know that we the fairer-sex are famous for being extra self- conscious when it comes to our presentation and get-ups but this was different.

I was uncertain of his reaction when he will see me in hijab suddenly after full one year. Who can imagine the girl with the flowy open long hairs to be suddenly covered in scarf neatly tucked at her head? I prepared myself for all type of questions and remarks which may follow later in the evening maslan How?? When?? What ?? You looking different..Pakka muslim.. naive.. everything.. and I prepared myself for not feeling uneasy which normally happens when I meet long forgotten friends again, and they see a complete new me with that bewildered look on their face.

But, however, as fate may have it…I was left with mouth wide open and a upset feeling gripping me when my friend suddenly declared.."Ab to tujhe koi pasand nahi karega (Now no one is going to like you).."

I was upset…come on who will be happy if you tell them they look miserable.

I was shocked…like helloo?? I am not doing this so that someone starts liking me..Neither am I gonna remove it just because no one is going to like me..I am doing this for God..and He will look in my best interest…

So did I really tell him all what flashed in my mind that very second?

No. I didn’t. I don’t have to. Honestly speaking, firstly, I am tired of advocating and supporting my decision.. wish I can just wear a scarf with the message:

“It’s my Choice..so no matter what you think…KEEP AWAY”

Can anyone really think that I put on that scarf over my head without looking at myself in the mirror?? I am aware of what I am wearing and with all its practical and social impacts, still I CHOOSE to wear it. It’s a matter of choice. A STRONG ONE. Try respecting it and if you can’t keep your judgments to yourself.

Secondly, I didn’t want to make the happy environment tensed. May be some other time, if I get a chance again.

But the whole thing really did put me off. So much for a magical piece of cloth. Sigh!

Friday, November 20, 2009

The situation

You know of the situations....when you look up at things...and they are messed up....fully, completely, totally..

and the reason they are so is somehow you...your selfishness..your whims...your needs... your attitude... your wrong decision... your meanness... your childishness... your inconsistencies...

and you know of people whom you have hurt like anything....when you actually never meant to do that..when your nafs controlled you...rather you controlling your nafs...and when you are sorry to the mortals as much as you are sorry to your God....

when you wanna go back in the time..and rub the whole past....the past being long enough to result in such a big mess...when you know nothing NOTHING in the world shall make things right....

when the things you have been hiding..the things which prove how weak and selfish you have been...those things which bear a proof of your wrong doings...those things which shout so loud that you shut your eyes rather than your ears in order to ignore them....the things which bear enough evidence that you no longer deserve to be human...because you have never acted like one before....

when you are sorry...but you know that that its the smallest thing you can do..that your sorry is of no use to anyone..when you wanna go and die..but you know you are weak again...when you wanna hide..but you know you cant run from realities...when everything is crystal clear...but you dont want them so..

when you are sorry..and you cant say or convey so....when you know this is what you ever deserved in exchange of your doings....but still somehow..somehow you want the things to be right..perfect again..

but this time not for your selfishness or your good..but you want them too be good for those people whom you have hurt..and who have suffered because of you..knowingly or unknowingly...when you are ready to compromise everything to see them happy..

And yet you don't find a way...

Have you ever been in such a situation??? Or is it just me??

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Stabbed in the Court of Justice


World is Bad. It’s the worst world ever. Kalyug for sure. And its hell bad for all those who want to live in peace. I can’t express my sorrow, anger, agitation and god knows what all over the recent incident where a girl was murdered in front of whole court for the simple reason that she demanded to practice her religion.


Hijab, a simple piece of cloth is becoming such a big issue..that my blog seems to be overdosed with it..one by one..one by one some retard will come out of his snake-hole finding all the world’s fault in that simple piece of cloth over an innocent girl’s head. This time I thought I ll blog in peace..not complaining..not finding faults with other but then peace is alien to this world and my blog is no exception to this.


Yes I am angry, very angry and the reason is the brutal murder of Dr. Marwa El Sherbiny (inna lillahe va inna elihe razeoon) now rightly called hijab martyr. She, 31, dragged Axel W in Germany to the court after he called her a terrorist and went on insulting her religion and tried taking her scarf off in public in a playground before her son, who was playing there.

How more insulting can it be, how more heartless and insane can it be. You call a random lady playing with her kid in the park, a terrorist just because she wears a scarf and try to take it off her head (shameless you!) and then dont stop your bl**dy tongue when insulting her religion.


After she won the proceeding in the court, Axel W, frustrated of being charged a fine of 750 Euros for insulting her, jumped off and stabbed her right there in the court before all the “thekedaars” of justice 18 times. I repeat she was stabbed 18 times and that also when she was 3 months pregnant with her second child.



His husband, Mr. Okaz tried to save her and was shot by the guard there in the court accidentally. Stupid guard. He is still struggling for life.

Axel, W, 28 was said to be driven by a deep hatred of foreigners and Muslims as per the German prosecutors. He is still on trial (lets see when it ends).

This is the stage we are in…what you call it Stone stage or BEAST stage. Human has turned into an animal, well by the English definition man is a social animal..only we need to remove the “social” attribute off this title.

I just pray that the killer is not let off on any grounds.


And I pray for peace for Mrs. Sherbiny and her family. According to the reports a vast majority of people in Egypt attended her funeral prayer along with Senior Egyptian officials and German diplomatic staff.

P.S. I am not blaming any particular community.
P.P.S. Picture taken from here/ and here.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Islamic Google and ❤❤~~Mirage~~❤❤


The media, the politicians, the so called self-branded “jihadi’s” and a lot more people knowing nothing but the spelling of ISLAM and the rule of polygamy (on surface of course) are enough to represent a distorted picture of Islam to any layman who wishes to know about the religion “genuinely”. Fine, you may actually get authentic and detailed information too, but it is really hard to sort out which one is true and worthy to believe. Specially, for people like me, who are blank on books about Islam or let’s say just too lazy to find one, open it and read it and then understand it too :D, it’s really difficult. But thanks to the all new search engine I found, I am relieved.

The search engine is called “Islamic Google” [http://www.islamicgoogle.com/] and is build for people searching exclusive on Islam or Muslims. It’s believed to posses a ‘safe search’ technology keeping away the ‘unwanted’ stuffs out of search and shall produce result from the best of Islamic Sites on net.

Though it is powered by Google, it is not allied or associated with the search giant Google. Here what the search engine declares about itself :

“Islamic search engine powered by Google will strive to provide an easy to use resource to anyone wanting to learn more about Islam and provide a good way for Muslims to surf the web safely. IslamicGoogle will use ‘safe search’ technology and will produce results from all over the Internet with more weighting to given famous Islamic websites. It eliminates the vast majority of unsavoury content, such as pornography, and applies strict filtering for both explicit text and explicit images,”

And here goes there disclaimer:

“We work closely with Google to help ensure that the results are not objectionable in nature. However, some of the results and adverts that are displayed may not be in line with Islam and we do not endorse any of the results or adverts displayed on IslamicGoogle,”

Along with it, I have a new excitement to share with all here. : )
I made the long pending, new blog, finally. :) I have been telling people about the same for quite a long time. I was really thinking that the present one was turning into a dustbin where I was dumping everything, literally :P..The new blog will be a piece of mind for the present one and also for those who were fed up of me posting all poems and fiction things here :D . Let’s keep the present one for my occasional ramblings and those rare times when I pen down something sensible :P.



So the new blog is called ❤❤~~Mirage~~❤❤ - Too real to be an imagination. The name credit goes to one of my really special friend :) wanna thank him publicly…thanks dear..it’s a wonderful name …and goes with the theme of the blog, but the caption credit is mine :D :P. I made two new posts in it too. Check it out :) One of the poem which I really love, I am posting it here too…hope people will like it…:) Do leave your comments about the new blog, it’s look, feel and posts…and no need to be nice… :P

Companion For Me Is You..



Crushed hopes, dark world, lost ways and killed aspirations

Once, there was a world of such devastations.

Mourning continued, sobbing followed, night kept creeping in

Plight like this, and a girl fastened there in.

And all the miracles of which mortals are aware; seemed false

Nothing worked, all went in despair.

Indeed the only thing she needed was a little love, a little care

Or may be a little stretched hand to support; but

None came, none bothered and she was left alone.


For a while, suddenly the prayers seemed to come true

On a far land, came an angel, as human he grew

Ripping the darkness, steeped in her little world, wiped her tears off


Making an unsaid promise, held her hand and walked short

Entwined fingers, shivering body and a new ray of hope


Inside she was afraid, but knew now she ll cope

She knew, the angel came for her, came to love and trust her


Yes, she knew he came to be a companion of her

Oh, how happy she was, to be loved, to be cared, to be trusted all again

Unending tears followed, but this time, not in vain.


Thats all for now :)..Allah Hafiz

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Ahm ahm...It's being spiritual



Oh my GOD!!!

Oh my GOD!!!

Oh my GOD!!!

Today, a friend of mine told me that I was being communal in my posts…..



I beg your pardon…???!!!!

Am I really being communal….???!!!

HELL NO…where????…how??…show me???…..i am so not being communal….I so do support secularism…even in Islam we have been asked to respect other’s faith….there is a full length guidance thingy about Rights of Non-Muslim in an Islamic state…so if there such a thing in Islam….how can I follow communalism???? I am shocked…hell shocked…..i so do support that communalism is just a disaster thingy for any nation...



I think the friend was referring to the following para of my previous post..

A lot among them turning to social evils and targeting the weakest, the one such, which I remember was Satipratha. I was told it was practiced under Hinduism. As a kid just learning differences between religions I went back home and was proud to confirm from that such practice was never ever followed in Islam.

Ok so if it was concerning this…I will ask you politely to read the full article and not to make a judgment on the first para itself…though in the very first para itself I mentioned that I was a SIX GRADER back then…a child’s mind may be molded in any form..Remember??….and in the full post if u read it carefully, you will get my point…I was NOT talking about the difference between Hinduism or Islam…hell NO..i was so NOT doing that….I was just trying to convey my thought on how Women are not being treated as they should be…as I don’t know much about other faith’s and am a new learner of my own….i tried to write in the light of Islamic knowledge…whatever little I have….

On further going down my post you will realize that I did advocate that Men…even Muslim men are not giving women their due right….leave Islamic right which were beautifully drafted 1400 years ago…they are even not giving them the Basic human rights…drafted by UNO…drafted by so called western countries….drafted by our nation itself…



I later did suggested how Muslim girls are supposed to protect and empower them..only because when I wrote this post…I was mostly referring Muslim girls…but if u critically analyze it..it fits for all…

So you got my point basically…that I was not being Communal….

Hope you got it now..it was shocking…heart-breaking that I was being communal….



I mean…how can I be…when I have lived all my life in defense colonies of a secular nation…a mini India…when I have 99% of my friends from non-Islamic faiths…how can I be….i respect their faith…and I respect theirs….I respect our constitution for providing us the fundamental right of practicing one’s own religion and faith…..I love that India is secular (I mean everyone tells so)….

Funny how it may sound….but I think everyone by now would have noticed how I include GOD in my every other post…But isn’t GOD every where??....so why not in my posts as well :D

And following one's religion is not communal....eeiyyuu..yucky you cant say so....it's just my belief..it's being SPIRITUAL...if you reallly want to call it..call it being RELIGIOUS ( which i am so not...at least now) i cant keep my belief on one side and my blog on another....when God himself says in the Quran that he rests in our heart... :)





Women - where do they stand today


Written by Heena Kausher Ansari • August 09, 2008

As a 6th grader in school I was taught in history class about one among various superstitious practices followed in India. A lot among them turning to social evils and targeting the weakest, the one such, which I remember was Satipratha. I was told it was practiced under Hinduism. As a kid just learning differences between religions I went back home and was proud to confirm from that such practice was never ever followed in Islam.

Little I knew then that its not the religion, not the time (Sathipratha was followed long back) not the man made boundaries on land, but the mind set, the thinking, the understanding of a man dominated society and its product man to rule over the fairer sex. For if it was supposed to be a reason among any of the former arguments then the case of Zarina and alike cases must have not occurred.

To people not so keen with news, it’s a case about a Pakistani 18year old married girl who suffered acid attack by her neighbor. An attack which did not stop from melting her eyelids, lips, face, shoulder, chest, but melted her beauty, her life, her hopes and questioned her existence as a free human.

Woman, the fairer sex, before the name changed was referred as the weaker sex who is also commonly used as synonym.

Why is it so, why has it always been a male dominated society. Many ‘whys’ are not answered and so we turn towards God and its religion for replies.



So talking about Zarina’s case, was that Islam taught us or is teaching anywhere? No. Going back in time, it was only due to Prophet Mohammed S.A.W that the heinous crime of killing girl child was aborted in Arab, after people accepted Islam as a way of life.

Islam is and has always been a religion which respects the status of women and encourages good treatment towards them. In fact, the heaven for which every human desire for has been told to lie at under a mother’s feet, one of woman’s various roles.

Then what is that the world doesn’t treat her so, if not equal and more important why is it so that the world thinks and blames Islam for designating woman a lower status than man.

It’s the “ignorance’. Ignorance against the laws of humanity, the philosophy of ‘live and let live’ and on top of all the understanding of Islam and its teaching.

One remarkable fact to note is that all such cases arise mostly and majorly among poor and uneducated class of people. People who are mostly at a loss to know what the religion or in fact the whole of humanity teaches them and expects them to act so.

Poor girls like Zarina are hardly imparted any education, written or oral so withdrawing every possibility of making a future by earning money. The only future they have is under a man, his name as his daughter, wife or mother and the only education they receive are the guidelines from their grandmothers, mothers, aunts and sisters to keep quiet and to accept any and all of such barbaric treatments.



They are kept away from the so called ‘modern education’ so as not to make rebels out of these innocent hearts. A girl finally turns to a pitiable soul, who having no education, no money, a family (mainly children) to feed and a heart filled with motherhood can’t leave her husband.

It’s again not their fault, with a viewpoint as theirs. It seems all tolerable to accept these hateful treatments. They are in need to be educated about the legal rights prevalent in the country and the rights which the religion bestows them with.

It’s a pity in today’s contemporary world that women have to fight for what they already deserve. Men, then also, are not ready to compromise. We read, hear and witness this brutally malicious act being repeated over and over again, only reflecting the value of women in society.

There can be many solutions for this problem. As for ignorance, solution is knowledge, for this it has to be widespread education- an education which will impart economic independence among women through employment. Other steps can be tougher laws and more importantly their strict implementation. The police investigation and the court trials should be impartial and as fast as they can be. The penalty should be no less than death for those found guilty.

Government, Muslim leaders and Ulemas should not only go on making laws or delivering speeches but instead, I hope, they be a bit practical in their sayings. Then may be, if Allah desires and all goes well, in some time we might be able to give back women their real place in society.



P.S.: This was written by me some 10 months ago...sadly women's position haven't changed much...so reposting it...as per the grammitical mistakes..ignore them..it was written in a hurry..and i dint review it ;)

P.P.S.: I wrote it after reading about Zarina's case..and it is already published on IDMV here