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265 days ago
Ok, why have I not been blogging? I don't know and neither do I care. Sometimes, it's more like talking to myself, hence it's better (sometimes, or many times) to do it physically (murmuring bleekh in the void) than to write a blog entry to prove to the people how socially, mentally and emotionally active one is. Anyway, I'd get straight to the point. I watched a two-part documentary named as "The Cult of the suicide bomber" narrated and written by Robert Baer, the former under-cover CIA agent and directed by David Batty and Kevin Toolis. The documentary is basically an attempt to investigate the possible roots of the "cult" of suicide bombing and it now seems that it was Iran that gave it birth. It talked about every possible context; every possible context where Baer could perchance present Muslims as terrorists, who require nothing more than a baseless justification to drink the non-Muslims' blood. Towards the end of the documentary he 'mistakenly' ...691 days ago
Daur e Jahalat ka dorta howa karkhana hai Ghulam Nazar, Zillat e Mardaan hai, Hai Ghurbat e fardaan Ghulam Nazar, Rooh ke paasbaan roshni ki tarah nikalte hain aazaad Zehniat se Hai dushman e zehniat, laanat e jaan, hai Ghulam Nazar Zindagi zindagaani ki qaasir na kabhi thi na hogi - Ham ne kaha Phalsafae Khud paraste hai, nahi Paristishe Khudai Ghulam Nazar Zamana e Haal apni barbaadi ki Sham e Gharibaan dekh chuka Nahi Zaman e Khilafat, hai Zamana e Jamhooriat Ghulam Nazar. (1) (Written on: Saturday, February 03, 2007) Note 1: Perceive "Zamaana e Jamhooriat" as the current system of leadership. PS. I can't trace down the memory lane as to after which incident I wrote this but its meaning still remains constant for me. No matter when was it written it is according to me something that can stay relevant to the Pakistani crowd of the past, present and unfortunately even the future. I am concerned of my poetic flaws and the lesser ...
771 days ago
Today is 18th October and hence the day when Benazir was supposed to come back to Pakistan after a long of almost eleven years including the years of her leadership. Everybody knew that at this day educational institutions would be closed, streets would almost be vacant throughout the day and PPP and a few other admirers of Benazir would be welcoming her. That is exactly what happened today except the fact that after the Maghrib prayers streets weren’t so empty. Starting from the scratch when Benazir initially landed the media was only allowed to shoot the scenes on the airport from a 56-feet distance because of her security. Other coverage ‘spoke’ that she cried when she viewed her land after a long time and so did the members of PPP. She said that she had waited every second for this day, which is evident for all Pakistanis as to why she said that. Many would jokingly say that the only rationale for her to come back to Pakistan was that she ran out of money. An exciting part ...
838 days ago
Ik Din Rasool-E-Pak Ne Ashaab Say Kaha Dein Maal Raah-E-Haq Mein Jo Hoon Tum Mein Maldaar Irshaad Sun Ke, Fert-E-Tarb Say Umar Uthay Us Rooz Un Ke Paas Thay Darham Kaye Hazaar Dil Mein Yeh Keh Rahay Thay Ke Siddique Say Zaroor Barh Ker Rakhay Ga Aaj Qadam Mera Rahwaar La'ay Gharz Ke Maal Rasool-E-Ameen Ke Paas Isar Ke Hai Dast-Nigar Ibtida'ay-Kaar Pocha Hazoor Sarwar-E-Alam Ne Ay Umar! Ay Wo Ke Josh-E-Haq Say Taray Dil Ko Hai Qaraar! Rakha Hai Kuch Ayaal Ke Khatir Bhi Tu Ne Kia? Muslim Hai Apne Khesh-E-Aqarib Ka Haq Guzaar Ki Arz Nisf Maal Hai Farzand O Zan Ka Haq Baqi Jo Hai Wo Millat-E-Bayziya Pay Hai Nisaar Itne Mein Woh Rafeeq-E-Nabowwat Bhi Aa Gaya Jiss Say Bina'ay Ishq-O-Mohabbat Hai Istwaar Lay Aaya Apne Saath Wo Mard-E-Wafa Sirisht Her Cheez Jiss Say Chashm-E-Jahaan Mein Ho Aitebaar Bolay Hazoor Chahiyeh Fikr E Ayaal Bhi Kehnay Laga Wo Ishq-O-Mohabbat Ka Raazdar Ay Tujh Say Deeda-E-Ma-O-Anjum(Chand Tara) Farogh-Geer Ay ...964 days ago
My wings, See the touch of moist, the old man's desire, Embellished with the thorns of the age's mutiny. The subsistence of Goth, the existence of saint. My tainted, broken wings see the half crucifixion, The deadly hour of lethal anguish, reserving in. The hopelessness of the immortal, divine riposte, The buried vows of Jerusalem in the sanctuary; Still alive, the moment inside, the curse outside. Tear away my wings of desire. Break them part away, Drown them inside the deepest of my corners, Make me feel the southern breeze, take me away! (Written on: Friday, April 06, 2007 9:09:16 PM)
