Thursday, October 30, 2008

Love of Life & Fear of Death


In today’s world, I observe people live their entire lives in loving it and fearing death. Loving life is not entirely wrong, but fearing death completely is lock, stock and barrel wrong. Life comes to a dead end one day but such realities are still hard for us to gulp down. The main reason for it is the weakness of faith.

The point to be brought from the back burner to point of focus is that death is a reality which is hard to accept and nobody desires it because we don’t want to leave the life of the world but that does not give one the privilege to avoid the preparation for it. For the prepared lot its tonic and for the unwary its toxin. Interestingly, the world at the moment is full of uncertainty and anxiety but still we love to live in this world despite of reaching close to saturation levels economically and generally. It’s the love of this materialistic world which makes one enjoy the wonders of this worldly life. But just imagine this world of uncertainty and anxiety is still so amazing to live in, just imagine how handsome is going to be the life hereafter where death doesn’t interrupt because its not allowed to, and death will do as commanded by its Creator as it doesn’t have the right for choice.

In the life hereafter, there will be no uncertainty and anxiety for eternity. Moreover, there won’t be short bursts of happiness; happiness is what will last for eternity. But, happiness after the end of mankind will have its duties reduced. It will go back to its resting place after spending a tough life at earth. It will spread smiles on the faces of those people who have devoted their worldly wise life for the pleasures of the heaven.

To get on the road to heaven, one has to live a life chock-full of purity. Importantly, one needs to pure oneself if one indulges in impurities. The detergent to achieve cleanliness is repentance. He, who repents for performing an evil deed and vows not to do it, gets forgiven by the Creator of all the Creation. So, a life which has meditated in state of sanity on earth will definitely taste the fruits of heaven. But, to reach heaven one has to cross a toll gate ghastly known as death.

This toll gate has got a huge countdown timer, which says ‘your times up, my time’s now’. At this stage of life or death, the subconscious mind goes through a conscious flashback. Additionally, the flashback highlights the good and evil deeds to make the traveler realize what is wrong and what was right. But, it doesn’t allow one to take a U-turn back to the world because it is also performing its duty on the basis of commands given by the One who gave us too but which most of us did not perform it well on earth. But, there is a weird and wonderful thing with this toll gate – for some it turns from ghastly to lovely. Those some are the ones who lived their lives with purity and in preparation of reaching at the gate with bagfuls of good deeds. Their purity becomes their shield which curtails and transforms the fear of nearing the toll gate of death into loveliness because pure souls see a life of leisure through the vertical and narrow openings of the gate.

We, the mankind are sent to the world on a journey where after tranquility arrives two paths. One leads to the evil way which gains hullabaloo for the mankind while one leads to the path of tranquility once again. After many such tasks we arrive at the toll gate mentioned above. For people who lived in tranquility, arrive fresh to enter through the door of happiness while the other group stands stun to see those realities which they frowned on stands real. The journey towards death starts at the time we are born, so, we should be thankful to the Creator for giving us the right to choose in which way we want to reach it.

But, this description of death at times is used for wicked purposes. It is worn on to the minds of the suicide bombers to create a brain-washing effect. Death is portrayed so fantastically that any soul would hug it by wearing the dreadful jacket. Such hypnotism brings disgrace to Death, and such disdain it doesn’t deserve. We should make most of our time in this world to mend our ways back to tranquility which will benefit us for perpetuity. As a result, when one hugs death intentionally, that person interrupts the journey leaving it in a state of incompleteness & this is what we don’t have a right to do. So let’s stop mocking death because it spreads its effects on other travelers.

To conclude, the foolishness of mocking death is like signing an agreement to do the forbidden at will and accepting to be hanged after a year.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

My Story - Dubai - Islamabad


On 11th April 2008, round about 2 AM, I was going through the most complex phase in my life as my mind was going through nostalgia. I was leaving the country I was born in forever – UAE.

Ground was shaking for me and the sky was rickety on me at the time of my departure from the country. I was parting behind my way of livelihood provided by this country and shifting to the land of the unknown and uncertainty– Pakistan. The instability in my home country gave me second thoughts always, but belief in the Almighty always re-assured me that my motherland will support me at my time of crisis unlike U.A.E. which disowned me like an aristocrat who dumps an illegitimate child born out of its own blood.

On that D-day, I experienced an earthquake jolt my life which shook me so violently that it made a mountain like me to snivel. I was saying goodbye to my childhood memories and my friends. In fact, they were not friends; they were brothers, their unconditional love for me made me ponder at times that maybe we are of the same blood. But, then I thought brothers trussed with blood quarrel, the specialty in our bond was that though we were born out of different mothers, but the mutual respect and love for each other was beyond the limits of any blood relation which exists in our humanity. I just have 1 sibling, sister, so I learnt from them what brotherhood meant. They supported and sponsored all my desires and needs which I guess is even tough for blood relatives to do or for those people who understand only in the language of the materialistic, my friends, support and sponsorship means a more lot than just a financial gain. It’s the peace of mind one shares with each other unconditionally to spread happiness into the lives of others.

I was leaving the country with a heart heavy as if it was full of lead because U.A.E. did not want me anymore. I was not an asset anymore; I became a liability for the country. Due to uncertainties in my life caused by the economic havoc in the country forced me to break an immigration law which was as strict as a line drawn on a boulder. The country which never recognized me as a national, though I was born there, was and is still ‘mother’ for me, because it’s where I came to my senses and maturity. Against all odds, I went to seek forgiveness.

But, ‘mother’ got livid and did not want to see my face anymore. If a graph was made on our lovely and rocky relationship then it will surely look like the graph of the Wall Street Stock Exchange before and after the crash of the 1930s. Truly, our relationship which was for the mutual benefit of both was rising with prosperity, but it tumbled down since the materialistic world turned its face away from me. But, what surprised me the most was that my ‘mother’, the country where I came to existence, refused to help and forgive me. Moreover, it refused to accept me in its house anymore because I was not a part of the decorum anymore; instead I was a disgrace for it.

Our relationship was coming to a depressing closing stage; it started when I was born from the womb of the natal mother crying and then was transferred to the womb of my motherland. It ended on the same note, this time I was getting out of the womb of the motherland to the womb of the new one waiting for me, once again crying.
Interestingly, this motherland did gave me all the pleasures of lives but always called me a step-son- expatriate, which I think made it difficult for her to forgive me. Moreover, I recognized an imperative fact that one should never balance a non-living entity symbolically with human beings because it lacks the characteristics found in human beings. This sense helped me to triumph over the assets I was leaving behind, though the feeling of losing did break me into pieces for a short while, and to give me enough strength to board the flight.

I waved my brothers for good, cried on their shoulders, and wiped my tears to resurrect my life once again. It was tough from the point my new life began; sadness took complete control over me during the flight – sadness caused by disownment and the sadness of losing my assets and my identity. But minutes before landing, sadness took leave, and the most cherish able moment of my life arrived. A beautiful air-hostess brought me a cake which my friend had sent it for me with best wishes for my new beginning. The delightful surprise and the sweetness of it changed my mind and my soul simultaneously. Life looked gorgeous to me once again just like the cherry on that cake looked.

When I came down the plane, it felt the world was waiting for me, it felt as someone was telling me that there is a world beyond U.A.E; it was my new mother – Pakistan. Everything was moving in slow motion and that too in a mute mode, it’s a feeling I guess only the few would have experienced in life. My mind was realizing in this extra-ordinary mode that people smile and get work everywhere beyond the reasons found in economics where stability means success and instability means crisis. The notion which gave me courage, to rebuild my life and to eventually write down this saga, was when I saw another mother welcoming me with open arms, thus it put life once again into me by making me feel that I am acceptable in any form.

This mother accepted me with all my faults and shortcomings. She vowed to facilitate me to mend my crisis. She vowed she won’t stop helping me till my last breath if I guarantee the same for her. She vowed I can count on her and in return she just wanted me to live in harmony with her sons and my new brothers. She wanted me to respect the norms she has placed in return if I helped her in decorating and rebuilding her house. She vouched, & I took oath.

After taking the oath I realized she might disown me too like the previous one so I asked her, “Mother, what if a situation arises where I am forced to break your norms for the sole reason of survival, she said, ‘Well, son that will be decided in the courts of law, and you will be given an exception if you deserve because if God can forgive the deserved ones why cant we?”. “And if you have done something which is punishable, you will be punished for it son, but not kicked out of my house’.

This re-assured my determination, and I was daring to see the world waiting for me outside the airport. I was daring to go to gain confidence and respect which I had left and lost behind.
With the Grace of the Almighty, I have gained both the characteristics immensely and the mother’s delighted too as I perform my duty diligently to help her gain respect and confidence. The mother also asked her sons recently to pick up some tools to repair the system of courts and governance, so that it never tilts towards powerful personalities because it’s for the protection of our house and she also asked me to help Pakistan generally in each and every aspect. I chose the pen as the tool to support her cause. For me the fulfillment of these promises I made with my new mother would be easier, I believe, because it does not pinch me like those I made with my old mother where I had to pay a handsome amount for her survival and mine.

Today, I have realized the fact completely that one should never compare a non-living entity symbolically with human beings because it lacks the characteristics found in human beings, be it U.A.E. or Pakistan. It’s the people who give it the human touch and characteristics, it all about the people!

I believe there are people and not robots in both the countries. More, I know I will visit U.A.E soon in life but this time I will not come in crying, In fact, I will enter with respect and dignity happily which I re-gained from Pakistan which I had lost previously.
Thank you PAKISTAN !

Lovely Mother....


Having a mother is the biggest blessing one can ever have. The hands with which she caresses a child bring a traumatic one to serenity. Her superb use of senses works ably and untiringly just to fill peace in the minds of her children when they go through crises in their lives.

Her hug makes me feel that I have got a shield surrounding to protect me. The touch of her hands on my head and face revivify me to go and live life once again. She is the quilt at times worries turn me cold and she is the party-popper when happiness arrives. She breaks all the fingers pointing at me and she stands in unison with me even if the world is standing on the opposite side. How do you do it mom?

I envy your powers;
I envy because you don’t let me know if I have neglected you;
I envy because you smile and nod in agreement even if I hurt you;
I envy because you daily ask me about my well being before I could ask yours.

My mother has been the light for me when I used to get scared in dark.. More, she held my hand firmly in this crowded world so I don’t go astray. Furthermore, at times of scare, she cuddled and covered me with her affection but forgive me for not doing what you did for me at all. In fact, I can never do it, I am a Son and I can never have your powers.

But, my love for you is infinite. You can’t win this one mom, because you lose this competition, just like many others where victory for you was a piece of cake, just to make me happy. I love you and I live a life of relief because I know if I fall off you are there to be the cushion for me.

Let our mothers know everyday how special they are for us, lets celebrate each day as mother’s day!

Monday, October 6, 2008

Marriott Bomb Blast


The Bomb blast in the Marriot hotel in Islamabad has brought Pakistan to a point which has shaken it from its base. Every Pakistani has been pushed into a maze of questions which were deemed sacrilegious to our nationalism sometime back. But now the answers to these questions are the key to our survival.

Why was Pakistan created? What are Pakistanis – Either Nationalists or Muslims or a mixture of both?

Pakistan was formed in 1947 for the Muslims residing in the Indian Sub continent. The cause purely for its creation was that the Muslims just couldn’t live to tell the tale by co-existing with the Hindus and vice versa. The tolerance between the Muslims and Hindus got dented heavily and the handshake of peace between the two broke hells loose – thus this 500 year rapport, older than the Mughal Empire came to an end on 14th August 1947 with Pakistan gaining its freedom from the British and the Indians simultaneously. Interestingly, the British applied the ‘United we stand, divide we rule’ formula brilliantly and reaped the the fruits for it. ‘The division of the golden bird’ was the name of the fruit which was toxin for this part of the world and tonic for another.

Moreover, Pakistan has gone through an out of the ordinary 60 years which were full of empty slogans used by the people in power who had more interests for themselves than for their countrymen. Ayub gave us some, Bhuttos gave us plenty and Musharraf gifted the most implausible one – ‘Sub Se Pehle Pakistan’.

Qs- ‘What’s wrong with it?’
Answer – ‘What’s right in it?’


It did create sentiments in the people to think about their country, which is good, Agreed. But the problem is that it just created nationalists mind-set which are secondary to every Pakistani, the primary is the Islamic ones because that is what we are based on. The meaning of Pakistan is that there is no god but Allah and Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah. We are Muslims first and Pakistanis secondary. If my name is told to a westerner, the first thing he would say is that, ‘Oh! That’s a Muslim name’. So the matters rest there.

Noticing, the above paragraph one would understand why we exist as a different country in this Indian Sub Continent. There are only two countries in the world that were made in the name of religion – one Pakistan and the other Israel. Please become aware of the fact that we have got a crescent in our flag which symbolizes Islam while the Star of David on the flag of Israel shows their strong Jewish sentiments. So being a Nationalist is nothing to be proud but actually to be ashamed of and that goes for the liberation armies in Balochistan too. Therefore, we cannot put the Islamic ideologies on the back burner. Mr. Two face who was overthrown by ‘The Dark Knights’ after 9 years of evilness, Mr. Musharraf, slyly applied the same formula of ‘Divide & Rule’ during his tenure, because he wanted to transform Pakistan into what Uncle Sam desired.

Damage: The slogan created nationalist feelings in the people of Pakistan which brought dreadful results for this country. Firstly, a majority of people thought the bombing of Afghanistan after the 9/11 ‘fake drama’ was right – what the poor souls did not know that Uncle Sam was not against a particular nation but he was against an ideology. For America, communism was a threat to their free market enterprise system, so they destroyed and yes applied the divide formula again to disintegrate USSR into several countries. Secondly, the same way the Islamic way of living a life was also becoming a threat because it was turning Sams into Sameers. Thus, the Americans had to do something, and they did that on 9/11/2001, demolished the WTC building by using the controlled demolition processes used to bring down skyscrapers when they turn old. They blamed the Afghans for it, made a way into the fields to wipe us and our ideology out of this God’s green world.

Current Scenario: The previous government and the current government in Pakistan are still supporting the sentiments of the Americans and sorry to say are paying the price for it. They have bought nationalists feelings for the price they paid to America for adopting their thoughts. These thoughts are termites which have eaten up the peace in Islamic world.

Solution: The government should join hands with all the current parties in the assembly and out of it to build a national consensus policy to tackle these situations, suicide bombing & baseless attacks on Agencies in FATA, where innocent Pakistanis are losing their lives daily which in fact are regularly shaking our nation and its people. We need to solve this dilemma through negotiations and not by the use of arms because no one will drop weapons if you continue to kill their brothers. The power of revenge and hatred develops so harsh feelings that at times one forgets the laws laid down by God. It’s only the power of love which can transform this lunacy to serenity.