Blessed Ramzan

We prepare ourselves through the Month of Sha’ban;

For the divine and most blessed Ramzan.

 

To suffice the month we bring in stocks;

For dawn and dusk we set our clocks.

 

In this month only our will(nafs) leads us astray

Satan is locked up and thus kept away.

 

The doors of heavens are opened assunder;

So lets submit ourselves to Allah SWT and Surrender

 

In this glorious moth, The Quran was revealed;

So lets read it and of every worry we’ll be relieved.

 

This month is all about observing piety;

not surrendering to the wills of the society.

 

May Allah SWT take us through Shaban;

and may we all avail the blessed Ramzan.

 

Allahumma aameen

Dedicated to Orphans

Blessed are we by our creator;
Who have on our heads our parents shelter.
 
We have our parents waho really care;
in this world, they ease our fare.
 
What about those little kids who have none to look up at;
No one who really cares for them and on their back pat.
 
A much tougher life; sadly they have to see;
A vacuum in their life – difficult to cease.
 
Islam teaches us to help one another;
And we can ease their life- putting our hands together.
 
Lets do the least, that we can do;
from our treasuries, spare shillings few.
 
Lets not let them take the streets;
fight for their bread in the scorching heat.
 
Lets make decent beings of them;
and help goodness; from them to stem.
 
For helping them you’ll be blessed ten fold;
and more in the hereafter that’s untold.
 
So lets do the least that we can do;
from our treasuries, spare shillings few.
 

Pakistan – The Dream Land

 

 

I found Myself lost in a land where celebrations where at heights. It was a beautiful place with a lot of hush bush. People were dressed in traditioonal clothes and chatting around in little groups at various junctions and small hotels. The land was Fertile-green, and light clouds filling the sky . I wandered around teh place for a little while; wondering where I was. The air was filled with the pure scent of freedom and innocence. After a little walk around the place I noticed a group of people staring at me, they motioned me to come to them and in a very hospitable way greeted me. 

 

“What is this place?”  I asked as i sat.

“This is the Land of Dreams”.  one person exclaimed.

“Land of Dreams !!”,  i exclaimed amusingly , I felt reckoned by the joke.

“Yes indeed” they persisted seriously; “This is Pakistan our Land of dreams”.

I waved my hand in the air and grinned “OHH! Pakistan My home land you mean.”

“Might be your Home land but our dream land” the answer was very serious and portrayed anger.

 

I was served lassi (salted Milk) with traditinal fruits. There  was a moment of silence which one man sitting in the corner broke with his thrilling voice.

“We all lived in India, and our dream was a separate nation for the Muslims.  We wanted to practise Islam, have our own community, our own Identity, Live our own traditions and practise our rituals to the fullest without having restrictions. “

A s he ended another person in the gathering spoke up:

“We didn’t want our childeren to be harassed for practising Islam. We didn’t want them to be penalised for sacrificing cattle, and our women be harassed for taking veils. We jsut had one thing on our mind ‘Our coming generations should not be suffocated just because they are practisinbg Muslims. Islam is our true identity which we have justified by sacrificng our lives, wealth and everything for it.”

This person was so excited and his eyes glistened as he spoke, so vigilant and brilliant.

 

I swallowed hard as i prefferd silence.

 

“We are Muslims and we are a nation by ever definition of the word nation”, a very calm voice attracted my attention; “Our dream land is where Islam is the code of life, No two people are differentiated because of their cast or creed. A country whose legislature is outlined as per the teachings of the Quran And Sunnah. A land where the supreme ideology is

 

‘La ilaha Il’lallah Muhammad ur rasool ul lah’   (there is no God but Allah Muhammad is the messenger of Allah )”

 

I picked my glass and gulped the whole  in one shot. They all smiled and invited me to have another glass. Their attitude was so hospitable, and their words so true, all they had totalk about was their Drem Land. I was so Awed at them and their talks.

 

 

After a couple of  serves and hospitability they returned to the topic of their dream Land.

 

“Our Dream land didnt have a name until very long Our childeren only knew that they needed a separate country for themselves, they left their toys and picked up guns, every child fought every mother send her child out to fight Just for this dream land. Its a Land of Sacrifice , A Land of Love , A Land that has Our blood in it, A land that was our dream and now a reality for the generations to come……..”

 

His words were intervened by my alarm clock ringing and i was all drowned in my own sweat.

 

Pakistan~ My home land. Wat has it become today… what have we made out of our ancestors dreams and their blood, what have we made of all their sacrifices. Is this the dream they saw…. Is this what they had fought for…. A place where people are discriminated as per their LAnguage and their casts. Is this the Pakistan where Punjabi’s, Sindhis, Mahajirs and Pathans will not sit under one roof in harmony. I was shaken and their words were ringing in my ears.

I kept on asking my self  is this the Pakistan They wanted. ….

Before partition every child chanted the slogan

 

“Pakistan Ka Matlab Kia …….. La ilaha Illlal lah”

 

now wat is the meaning of Pakistn… Now if a Muslim is Practising Islam; he is laughed upon and  the government detains him for interrogation and tortures him – calling him a terrorist… Is this the Pakistan…..

 I shivered as i thought. I got off my bed and Performed my FAjr prayers and cried for mercy and sought repentance and I asked Allah to teach us the real meaning of Pakistan … that is Islam…

 

Are we practising Islam for what we sought Pakistan ….

are we or are we Not …

 

 we have left the Islamic dress and worn the Non Islamic dress…

 where is our identity..

what is our Identity …

 we ourselves Dont know..

 what is our legislature….

 

 what have we made of the pure dream .. where is the pure scent  i smelt in my dream … where is the innocence… nowhere but replaced by betrayal and hatred

 

Time has changed and scenes have tilted, for a minute ohh Pakistani Brothers and sisters!!! sit down and think…. What will we answer our ancestors when they ask you what have you made of their dream land…. Today as we dance and celebrate our Muslim brothers and Sisters are in the custody of the Non Muslims and are being oppressed with extreme brutality , Is this wat Pakistan was supposed to be? Please ponder!!!!!…

 

Is This PAKISTAN ~ THE DREAM LAND????????????