Voice Of An Enslaved Man…

 

 

Come you, Oh Mighty Men

You may enslave my body

My heart shall always be free

No matter how many years

You decide to keep me in this den

I was born a free man

My heart is free to roam around

Mind is free to think and question

You think these chain can enslave me?

Oh men make your thinking a bit more mild

Since my journey from the mother’s womb

I’ve seen lovely places and sights

Sweet memories are engraved deep down inside

You think you can steal that all away?

For sure I’ll take them along in my tomb

The injustices of the life

Has made my body tired

Old and worn out

Like a used rubber tire

With deep cut scars of knife

Yet my heart is young and plump

Defeating the sweetness of the pomegranates of winter

Mischieveous yet scared like an infant child

Yet ready to trust and love like never broken

“Why don’t you learn from experience oh lump?”

Don’t judge me by my scars and bruises

Come to me once with love and care

My heart is still pure and gentle

Time has made my face like that

Free me from pain so that my heart and soul fuses

A Complain To A Beloved!

Oh my beloved wife!

What’s my sin after all?

Come back to me once again

Reunion is what my grief calls!

 

Its been 20 years since I saw you last

your beautiful face made me your no 1 fan

Where have you gone my love?

I thought I was your only man!

 

Don’t you remember the day we wed?

With shyness , that divine smile you carried

the way you took care was a testimony

to the fact that none else I could have married

 

Now that you are gone my love.

Everything reminds me of your beauty and grace

From the dress you wore to your favorite lace

Graveyard is indeed what you have turned my place

 

Your children and I miss you badly

Pay us one last visit as a personal favor

After that you can go any where you want

Just consider us once, worthy of this last savor

 

Oh my beloved wife,

why have you turned so cold?

Does nothing remind you of us?

Or are we mere a folk story been told?

 

Just come back to my life once

And see what you have done

You have left me empty-handed

I’m sure now you are having fun

 

I’ll come back again, tomorrow my love

to ask you “how you are? “

hoping this time, you will talk back to me

your absence has left a deep down scar

 

Rest in peace there my friend

Its been 20 years since you have died

I still love you to bits and pieces

Still wish you were on my side

PS:Love you forever and till eternity with a light in my heart that our reunion will be in heaven God-willingly.

What Is Happiness?

For years I am trying to contemplate the real definition behind “being happy”.What is happiness? When does a human become happy? and what’s the point in life where a human can reach his maximum happiness and maintain it for the rest of his life?The point where he can call himself “The happiest man on earth” and will this happiness remain with him forever till he dies?

So lets see when does a human become happy.If we see human psychology, history and research proves that happiness comes from achievements and rewards, the sense of being successful.When we work hard in an exam and get an A, we become happy.When we put extra efforts in our job and get incentives, we become happy.When God bless us with children, we become happy.When the same children grow up to be obedient,hard-working citizens , we become happy.When we go on a trip with our family, we become happy.

But I ask you one question today.Does this happiness lasts forever.Can you say that this trip to Europe from which you came back only last week gave you so much happiness that you will live with content for the rest of your life? Remember the day when you got married or bought a new car or had your first child and you were so happy that your happiness knew no bound.So what happened now? Why do you still not feel the same?Why has the spark of happiness extinguished now?

The simple answer to this question is that like everything in this world,happiness is also temporary.You may feel happy for some minutes,hours,days, weeks or even a whole year but that’s it , the feeling of happiness won’t last forever.Nothing lasts in this life forever neither pain, anger and sadness nor content, happiness and victory.If there is one super-being who would last forever.He is Allah Al-Mighty.

So the real maximum happiness that a person could attain after which he gets convinced that he could not get happier is not an affair of this life but its a miracle of the next-life when Allah will honor and reward his beloved and obedient servants who suffered silently all the trials and tribulations of the world solely for his sake.Servants who were grateful to Allah and worshiped none but him alone.When Allah will give them the good news of paradise, in real and literal sense their happiness would know no bound.This will be the moment when they will become truly happy and will consider themselves, the happiest man that could exist and this happiness will remain with them, with the same exact intensity till they remain in paradise which is forever,infinity till eternity.

At the end I would like to make a request to all the people who are reading this, that instead of craving for the short-lived happiness, this materialistic life offers by the fulfilment of one’s temptations.One should crave for the eternal bliss of the here-after, which is infinite times stronger and lasts forever.
Thank you.

A Feeling Of Hope

Sometimes i write with a strange feeling of distress that who will read my stuff, like millions of people all around the world write everyday , 100 thousands alone have their accounts on word press and it makes me sad and disillusioned that what if nobody ever read my blog , what if the stuff I write is monotonous and boring with the same thing repeating again and again, what if all my hardwork goes in vain but then  the quote of Gandhi rings into my mind

“What ever you do in life is insignificant but its important that you do it.”

And with this quote my heart again fills with hope that maybe one day people will actually start liking my work and to that day I won’t stop writing and just keep moving forward.

Why Are We Rich ?

Sometime i wonder why some people are rich,some mediocre, some broke while some simply poor.What was God thinking while distributing wealth among all of us “Okay! Lets give him a million because he didn’t get much for the looks part and lets give this handsome guy less as he’ll make money out of that face anyways”. I don’t know how we all are distributed wealth like some people are so rich that they keep their money and forget while others don’t even know when or from where the next meal will come.Some children are studying in the lavish and cheek schools of Beverly hills while some are too busy selling toys to kids of their age in the slums of Mumbai.

The distribution of wealth among the whole mankind really fills me with an awe and amazement , making me think that what did I do more than that child in Congo who is fighting AIDS that I deserve to be born in such a rich family.The delusion by the rich and mediocre people , that only the poor class is under a test of God is far from reality because the truth is that we all are under God’s test and this world is nothing but a big examination hall.The exam hall maybe the same but the test syllabus is entirely different.While the rich are being tested on what benefit they give to the world and lower classes out of their wealth, the poor are being tested on how they react on their poverty and whether they work hard to change their state or not.I have personally failed to perceive the right statistical distribution of money among all of us maybe it’s just one of the affairs hidden from mankind like many others.

At the end I would just like to share a story which always leave my heart with happiness and gratefulness along with a bit of sadness.As a kid I once complained to my father about all the things that I lack in worldly possessions , he told me this story which is till this day engraved in my heart and it will remain there for the rest of my life.

He said “There was a blue-collar worker who brought a water melon for his children on the special occasion of Eid. All of his children joyfully ate the melon but one seemed very sad by his facial expressions.When his father inquired the reason behind his sadness, he said “Father we are so poor, today is Eid and we are eating nothing but only a water melon.”His father smiled at him and asked the child to come along with him.They went to the place where they threw the skins on the water melon they were eating.What they saw over there was another man who bought his kids and was feeding them with the little melon left on the skin. “

Sometimes  I think that rich people like us are under a greater test than the poor class for they only have to answer how they used their money but for us , we not only have to answer how we used our money but also if we gave the poor class a part out of it or not.

Please be grateful if you have clothes in your closet, roof over your head and food in your stomach because many people all over the world dream of the life you have been forsaking  since childhood.

A Letter To My Muslim Brothers!

Dear Muslim Brothers,

I hope this letter finds you in deep slumber in which you are already in and I really hope you enjoy it till it lasts.I just wanted to remind you something you already know way before me.That muslims are dying! Yes DYING in Syria and Palestine and not dying in trivial numbers but dying in masses and you are doing absolutely nothing to help! I know you have a busy life.I know you spend endless 8 hours on Facebook debating on whether to read 8 taraweehs or 20.I know you spend 4 hours daily on YouTube fighting non-muslims and less practicing muslims and showing them down.This may have some benefit to the ummat-e-muslima but while you are cussing non-muslims in this virtual world, where they are not even bothered and might be fuming you up just to have some fun in their monotonous boring every day lives, their governments are taking revenge in real world by killing your muslim brethren, mutilating their children,raping their wives and when these same brothers call out for help.You think that maybe Allah will spend some Salahudin Ayoubi or some Khalib Bin Waleed to help them.

But guess what? This is not going to happen, if anyone has to help these unfortunate poor muslims beside Allah, its you.So please don’t expect any help to descend from Allah Al-Mighty if you can’t get time out of your busy schedule to pray, to read Quran, to give charity.I know you are too busy watching football, too busy in debating people online, too busy in partying and gossiping but I don’t care how much busy you are, I DON’T CARE as the only thing I care about is that the brothers who are dying in Syria are muslims, they are the followers of Muhammad and the religion of Islam and this is the reason that they are dying for, because they believe in one Allah and the finality of Muhammad and its obligatory on us to help them.

So kindly stop giving excuses and for once be a man of actions rather than a man of words.Get out of your comfortable silk bed covers.Get out of your pre-heated warm rooms.Get out of your convertible  Ferraris and audis and for once try to feel the pain and agony of your Syrian and Gazan brothers and sisters dying, mutilated,humiliated and raped  in the hands of the infidels.By God the Syrian children dying right now are destined to be the heroes and scholars of Islam and if you do not support and help them now , I fear the sin of the injustice inflicted on them is as much on you as on Al-Bashar’s forces.

By God its time to wake up my brothers,its time to leave Xbox’s alone, its time to stand in front of Allah and pray to the point that Allah has to grant victory to the muslims in Syria against their oppressive ruler.By God every innocent muslim dying in the land of Syria, every innocent drop of blood that is being shed for the sake of Allah leaves a part of sin in your account as you are not even trying to help these muslims to get them out of their misery. Help Oh muslim brothers help! The muslim blood was never as cheap! These eyes are anxiously looking for your footprints, these ears are helplessly waiting for your calm words of patience.

Help! Where are you my brothers when they need you?Where are your promises of being a wali, being a protector,providing shelter, being a brother or were those mere words?By God you know better about your intentions, my job was just to remind you of your forgotten promises.
Yours truly,

A Muslim Sister.

In the memory of a brave Indian girl who got raped by 6 men

God created this world in 6 days

And they ruined mine in 60 minutes

who will pay the price of my dreams and aspirations

with which I led my life for 23 years

All the visions and hopes of a successful doctor

were vanished away by 6 barbaric  men

How brutally they came and raped me

And the whole world stood still with glee

They were all there, present, getting entertained

But no one did a thing, not a single muscle was constrained

As I look out through the haze of agony and pain

I wonder why didn’t anyone take a step

Was I too trivial to be left out there to die in vain?

Has humanity really became that cheap to force people towards death?

What was my sin after all?

Just that I entered the wrong bus at the wrong time?

No, please don’t worry about me, I am long dead

But the question is that how many events like mine should take place

before women are saved from being shed?

How many events like mine should take place

before women are considered humans again?

Sadly I lived in a society where women were taught to cover themselves

instead of teaching men how to respect the ones who brought them here

My story will soon be forgotten,

but something I wont forget, are those men

And on the day of judgement, in front of our lord

I will ask them about my sin for which they punished me like that

And I will ask the people who just stood there and saw

were they entertained enough or did they want more?

of the bruises and scars with which I was sold!

A Small Advice To Girls

Stop! Just stop flirting with guys once and for all.Its not worth it.Nothing is more appealing and beautiful than looking at your parents eyes and realizing that you are brought up in the same manner they wanted.There’s no joy in BBMíng 4  different guys at a time, there’s no joy in betraying your parents by showing them how hard you are studying in front of the laptop , there’s no joy in staying up late only to catch up your facebook news feed.There is no joy at this at all!

The real joy is in the smile of your mother and knowing that you are the reason behind it. It’s never too late, stop betraying the ones who brought you in this world and above all stop betraying yourself. And always remember that there is a way to be good again as most of the time super heroes are created from total losers.Be your parents heroes  just like they were yours when you were a kid.

Goodbye 2012 And Happy 2013 :D

The icy  cold air gushing against my face like a sharp spear.

The dark cold nights covering the warm days

Alas its all coming to an end my dear

And hence once again we part the year goodbye

Another new year, another new set of resolutions

For some it was a year of joy on technology and science

For others it was a year to morn on revolutions and executions

For some a new family member joined the group

For some its way too hard to move on after the absence

And for others a member left the family to join the troop

No matter how year 2012 proved to be

A small light of hope enlightens my heart,

telling me not to worry as the best is yet to come.

A small voice chants in my heart,

saying “I know 2012 was not as good as you thought

but I promise 2013 will prove to be the best of all”

So tighten up your belts, for we are soon to leave

on a voyage full of excitement and joy

As it’s a happy new year!

At the end I would like to make a small prayer

• Lets pray together that the suffering in Syria,Palestine,Afghanistan and all the other countries where injustice has prevailed, subsides.
• Lets pray together that the heroes of Islam preserve its dignity and the whole muslim ummah proves to be the most productive nation.
• Lets pray together that this new year not only proves to be a blessing on the muslims but the whole mankind.

Amen

A Thank You Letter

Dear God,

Its been 20 years since you have been blessing me with all the luxuries of this world that one could ever think of.20 years ago a girl named Ammara was born in a private hospital of Lahore with all the 5 perfect senses.Who knew she would be able to live for 20 years with no contagious diseases.Who knew she would lead a relaxing life in the suburbs of Dubai 20 years from then? Who knew she would be able to educate herself in whatever field she will?Who knew she would be blessed with the love of her family?

She could have been born in a mal-nourished household of Ethiopia, lying in the hot sun with closed eyes waiting anxiously for her death due to the unjust and cruel life around or she could have been born in a moral less society where immorality is blown into kids as young as 3.

But no, God showered his mercy upon me and I was born in a muslim household having the privilege of Islam, having dreams and ambitions and then giving me the strength to fulfill them.You gave me the freedom to think, speak and hear.You blessed me with a house – a shelter, nice clothes, a loving family, a good education and so many other things for which no amount of words are enough, for whole 20 years.

How may I thank you God? For you truly gave me more than what I deserved.Thank you God for everything. I am nothing without you for you blessed me even when I disobeyed you.You are the winner and I am the loser.May my life become a testimony of your will.

Yours loving,

Ammara Javed