You are Expected to be Present but…

No. you shouldn’t be doing this. Then what? Hmm. What is expected of you? Do that.

What your parents expect? What your friends expect? What your wife expects? What your kids expect?

Just do that.

You are expected to come home after job. Directly. Do that.

You are expected to spend most of the weekend at home. Be it lying idle on bed. Just do that.

You are expected to smile even when you don’t want to. Behave. Smile.

You are expected to laugh when you are the joke-point. Ha-ha. That’s it.

Get up early in the morning. Breakfast. Office. The ugly bosses. Yes. Do that. And don’t take lunch break today.

Come home on time. If there is work, inform. Don’t miss it. After the spanking from office, it’s time for home.

You are expected to pretend that you are waiting for the weekend. Excited for the weekend? Yeah.

Weekdays pass quicker. Monday is like the best day. But don’t you dare tell anyone you abnormal human being. Friday is the non-nicest day of the week. See, my grammar!

Wake up. Sleep. Alarm. Snooze. You are late. You bloody…

You are expected to enjoy. Movies. Cricket. Football. And you actually enjoy these shits.

You are expected to yawn on long philosophical boring articles and books. But you don’t. Your six senses are only active at that time.

You are expected to date. You date. Then you are expected to marry. You marry. Then you are not expected to date. You don’t date. You are expected to carry on. You carry on. You cannot carry on all alone. You are dependent. You hate group tasks. There is a reason. But we don’t accept that.

You are expected to close your eyes when you kiss. You must moan while having sex. A little at least. Shiver. Orgasm. Have you had orgasm? That is not an MCQ. The only answer to happiness is yes. What an amazing sex you had. But you were thinking what the hell is that?

You are expected to love. But what is love? Is there a universal definition? Is the paradigm of love same for all? Is there any metric to measure and rate it? No! Then what the hell is that? Is respect love? Is care love? Is empathy love? You are a loving person I guess. Yes you are. But if love is to get clingy, to look in eyes, and to kiss regularly, then you are not in love.

You are not in love.

You are not present.

You are not in the moment.

You are not here.

Where the hell are you?

True Lies & The Real Jihad

He: I demand justice for the minorities in Pakistan.

We: You didn’t speak when that Muslim was killed.

He: I did.

We: You paid Indian agent!

 

He: I stand with the people of Balochistan. We should give them their basic rights.

We: You never spoke for Pakistanis.

He: They are Pakistani too.

We: They are agents like you. They have sold themselves. You are all traitors! I wish you were all dead.

 

He: I will stand till Hazara victims get justice.

We: You didn’t stand for Muslims ever.

He: They are also Muslims.

We: You liberal fasadi agent!

 

He: We all should stand for missing people.

We: I knew you would say that Mr. Liberal in the limelight.

He: Today they are abducted. Tomorrow it will be us. We need to stand for justice and fair trial.

We: Not us. Only you. You should be abducted too, Ghaddar!

 

He: I will go to court to get justice for the molested child.

We: Yeah right! You just want to be an opportunist in fashion.

He: No I don’t.

We: You anti-state liberal, trying to defame Pakistan!

 

He: Islam teaches us differently. We need to stand for those who are wrongly accused in blasphemy cases.

We: You always speak against Islam.

He: No. I speak against injustice as Allah and Prophet Muhammad SAW has taught us.

We: We will kill you. You are a Kafir! Murtad!

 

He:

We: Where the hell are you now?

He:

We: I hope you are dead.

 

And “we” all shined on.

For another thousand years.

For another hundred wars.

Killing our own sons.

Killing our own generations.

Yet we remained victorious.

At least in our books.

جواب حضرت نصیح کو ہم بھی کچھ دیتے
جو گفتگو کے طریقے سے گفتگو کرتے

Forgotten Lessons – Our Ignorance is Our Pride

Hussain RA went against the ruler of His time.
He stood against injustice.
He stood for what He believed was right.
He embraced martyrdom on that path.

We cry every year on Muharram for the pain faced by Hussain RA.

Yet we are all like people of Koofa. Silent. Not doing anything. Not even realizing ‘wrong as wrong’ in our hearts.

And above all, we are proud of it.

Our ignorance is our pride.

The lesson from Prophets is to stand against oppressors.
To stand against unjust powers.
Moosa AS against Pharaoh.
So as others.

But today, I guess, paths of Prophets are too tough to follow. To even realize right thing at heart is tough. We think it’s bad to think ‘wrong as wrong’ today.

Ignorance. Taking us from all sides.

And after ignoring all our Islamic traditions, we think we are the right ones while those who actually take the Islamic path are wrong ones.

These silent blind followers are the most cowards ones.
Afraid to think.
Happy to accept.
Following whatever is accepted widely.

Yeh 10 crore hain
Jehal ka nachor hain
Inki fikr so gai

Who is an Activist?

Who is an activist?
“A person who campaigns to bring about political or social change.”

Jinnah was an activist.
Iqbal was an activist.
Manto was an activist.
Sir Syed was an activist.

Faiz was an activist.
Jalib was an activist.
Mumtaz Mufti was an activist.
Ashfaq Ahmed was an activist.

Being an activist is not a sin.
Challenging the status quo is not illegal.
Asking questions is not a crime.
Raising concerns is not bad.
Asking the right religious questions is not haram.

Islam asks its followers to think. To ask. To analyze. To rationalize. To believe. And to change accordingly.

Prophet Muhammad SAWW was an activist. He stood against the customs He found wrong. He changed things. He thought. He implemented. He fought. He won.

There is a boundary to everything. Once the boundary is crossed, court trial can be followed. Fair trial can be sought. Justice should be the target, rather than the person.

Abductions will lead to lawlessness. It will lead to further hate. It will lead to discrimination.
And
God forbid,
it will lead to dissection and permanent damage.

We didn’t learn anything from Dhaka Fall.
We try to ignore Baluchistan by not mentioning it.
But gradually, and with the support of vast majority, we are digging our own grave.
Crowd. Alas the ignorance of the crowd!

As Jalib once said,
“Yeh jo 10 crore hain, jehal ka nachor hain, inki fikr so gai.”

Rest in Peace Junaid Jamshed

He was forced to apologize because of his sermons.
He was forced to apologize because of his selfies.

Liberals were after him on why he left music, jeans, and the glamour world.
Conservatives were after him on why he shook hands with a model and why he took pictures with them.

This is typical of us Pakistanis. We don’t leave a moment of criticism on anyone even in their personal lives which has nothing to do with us.
(I wish we would have been that critical and cynical about our history, which we are always ready to brush under the carpet.)

We all ignored him when he was alive. We made fun of him. We ignored when he was attacked by Mullahs at an airport. We laughed with him and at him, but we didn’t cry with him.

Maybe it was better that Allah took him away from us filthy Pakistanis. And we were even denied of his last smile and funeral.

Junaid Jamshed was the biggest transformation of our times. He never failed except when we Pakistanis forced him to fail.

He was not a prophet. He was a man just like us, yet we wanted him to act sinless because of his beard. Or we wanted him to shave his beard and come back to music. Or we wanted him to shut his business and expensive brands. Or we were jealous of his success in every field. Or we don’t know what we wanted from him. Or maybe we should have minded our own business.

No sect and no social class in Pakistan allowed him to live in peace.

Surely now;
Rest in peace #JunaidJamshed
Rest in peace #PK661

Revolution vs. Evolution (PTI’s November 2 Dharna)

Expectations:
Khoon bhi na niklay or inqilaab bhi aa jaye.

Reality:
Khoon bhi nikla or inqilaab bhi nahi aaya.

Some facts about revolutions:

1. A revolution is never bloodless. Evolution is bloodless.

2. If both the leaders of pro-revolution and anti-revolution ride the same vehicle, that isn’t revolution. (Helicopters in our case)

3. If team of the revolutionist is as shady as the team of ruler, that isn’t a revolution either.

4. If it is expected that police wouldn’t beat revolutionists, then it isn’t a revolution but a way to combat boredom perhaps.

5. If the army is expected to help the revolutionists instead of the government, perhaps another revolution is needed before this revolution.

No revolution in history sustained itself in the long run. The most famous one was “French Revolution” by Robespierre. Success followed by instant failure.

Another one, widely famous and copied, was by guerilla leader Che Guevara. It succeeded for a couple of years only.

Pakistan was made on evolution, with efforts of over half a century. Revolution was not adopted. Islam was spread through evolution, over 23 years.

When Jinnah lost the elections of 1935-36 by Nehru, he didn’t make a fuss. No dharna. He recollected himself. Took charge and made a national difference. He made new waves of ideology through consistent awareness methodologies. In the elections of 1945, he won decisively.

We put pictures of Jinnah almost everywhere. Most commonly, his picture is placed at the back of the sitting leader. So as to not follow him, and we don’t.

I am for evolution.
Not for blood. Not for corpses. Not for violence.
And not for revolution.

We… The Nationally Hypocrites

People are very angry at Kulbhushan Yadav. The same people were not that angry at Raymond Davis.

People are very angry that PM didn’t mention Kulbhushan Yadav. The same people were not very angry when Shuja Pasha himself escorted Raymond Davis.

People were very angry when India claimed surgical strike on Pakistan. The same people were not that angry when America did the world famous surgical strike near capital of Pakistan.

People get very angry when Indians kill our people. The same didn’t get that angry when Salala incident happened.

People want liberal rulers in the West, like Justin Trudeau. But the same people don’t want liberal rulers in their own country.

As I say, people love Arundhati Roy because she is an Indian and she talks against atrocities of India. The same people hate Asma Jahangir because she is Pakistani and she talks against atrocities of Pakistan.

We are hypocrites. We don’t accept it but we are. Some day hopefully we will accept our hypocrisies and that will be our first step towards real development.

The Case of Cyril Almeida

Miss Nasim Zehra is known for writing articles on corp commanders and military officials’ meetings. Once she wrote an article about the content of the meeting of corp commanders of Pakistan. The article was published in Reuters. There was no fuss about it.

What Cyril Almeida has done is not wrong. He got the content and he wrote it. That’s it. His article was ignored for two days. It didn’t become news until his name was put on ECL.

Pervez Musharraf was sent out of Pakistan through an inside job. No problem to anyone. He was dancing some days back. Raymond Davis was sent out of Pakistan with the help of Shuja Pasha.

What a shame!

Both army and government personnel who are being selfish here should be punished. Both are trying to get sympathy votes which doesn’t suit them. There was no need to make a fuss about this article. Those who read Cyril Almeida knows that he mostly writes the same way.

Shame on Chaudhary Nisar as he made it a big issue. Shame on those who put his name on ECL. Shame on those who brought it into the limelight.

Now coming to the content of the article. Well we all know that the article is completely based on facts. Both army and the government have their support for proxy outfits. LeJ, SSP, JD, JM, TTP, and some others are owned, protected, weaponized, and supported by people in Parliament, barracks, and agencies.

The best shot would have been to let it go. There was no need to make it such a big deal. There was no need to talk about it.

In my view, the difference of opinion between civil and military officials is GOOD. At least both are concerned about these banned outfits. Both are not ready to become scapegoats, which is fine. There can be a different strategy. For example the way Malik Ishaq was ‘done’ by Punjab Police.

Kashmir issue will remain hot till Kashmiris stand for it. Pakistan has done the job pretty well in this regard. China and many other nations have spoken for it. Washington Post has mentioned Indian atrocities. Now it is time for Kashmiris to stand for themselves. No nation has achieved independence through foreign help. You have to work for it and keep the passion burning. Unfortunately you don’t have Jinnah on your side, otherwise no foreign help would have been needed.

Truth & Lies

Lie

Lie another time

and again,

your lie will become the truth;

misshapen into grotesque images

of an alternate reality,

believed by some

and swallowed by all

as the lies you spin

spiral out of control

How long do

you think

this charade will last?

One day soon, the dominoes will fall

The threads that

hold your lies together

will

b-r-e-a-k

s

p

i

l

l

i

n

g

an unbridled ocean of

facts,

dissolving the concoction

of your woven deceit.

The control will shatter

and with it,

your mind

Your own tongue will

string together

words

to articulate the truth,

emerging from the grave,

rising from a coffin

the façade will be broken,

and it will be easy to see

beyond the smoke and mirrors.

You will burn in the

fire

you kindled

dwelling there and

eating your own tail

forever and ever,

till you are charred

beyond recognition.

You will die

and live

a thousand times

till the trumpet sounds

for the final time.

And truth

shall prevail,

as it does.

In this world

and the next,

when all is said and done

truth will triumph,

for truth is God.

It may be obscured,

yet it cannot be

erased.

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(Edited by: F.H.M)

Painting A Dream In A Nightmare…

He was different. But not a psycho.
He was quiet. But never abusive.
He was more responsible than the other men around.
He stood on his heels for four days straight for his first-born.
He spent every penny to make things better.
He changed himself however and whenever he could. But he wasn’t a Prophet.
He was a man.
He was a father.

Then came the day of accusations.
He was called every name in the book.
He was called mentally sick.
Lies were thrown at his face, but he didn’t deviate.

He took a stand that day. But he didn’t plan anything awful.
He took a stand because there are things you shouldn’t apologize for.

You should not apologize for taking a stand… for speaking the truth… for respecting yourself… and for ending a toxic relationship…

Even after that, he didn’t run away from his responsibility of fatherhood.
He begged. He ran to courts. He went to people.

He asked God.

Things became messier and messier.

Then one day, after 1.5 years, he saw his flesh and blood. It was an extraordinary reunion at court.

Things got better for awhile.
Then again a struggle started. A war of nerves. He was threatened to be killed again. The same things with which he was threatened during the relationship and after the relationship.

Somewhere a bullet may be waiting to be entered into his skull.

That doesn’t bother him; in this so-called life, he dies daily. Yet, he forces himself to live.

What he imagines is a future: a garden full of flowers where he is giggling and running with his daughter without any fear of the unknown.