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Let’s fall in love once again!

Let’s fall again in love once again

Where you left me in winter last time

Let’s go to the same place again

Holding hands let’s recall promises we made

Let’s feel the essence of love again

Let’s fall in love once again

You loved fragrance; I have brought

All scented blossom of spring for you

You loved rain: I have clouds with rainfall

You loved to chant feelings in starry night

I have brought stars from the galaxy to hear you

Let’s feel the essence of love once again

May be you come back to me as the seasons

The spring swabs the blemishes of autumn

That’s the normal hush-hush of life

A new sun rises with hopes and expectations

Let’s feel the essence of love once again

Let’s fall in love once again——-

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Spring’s in the air; step out enjoy the lovely thrill,

The fragrance, flowers and the glittery breeze

Mosam e gul hay zara gher se nikal ker dekho

Baagh roshan hawaon mei deye jultay hein

Anwar Zahidi

 

 

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Hum aur hamari Urdu
Hamaray waledain ka ta’aulq tu UP se tha magr India se azadi k baad apnay watan Pakistan aai.    Lala Musa se Pindi, phir Karachi hote huwe bilakhir Peshawar mei sakoonat ikhtiyaar ki. Peshawar se dono ka khameer utha tha is leye mitti unko waha khench lai. Dono ki aakhri araam gah bhi Peshawar he me hay.
Peshawar cantt 62 Mall Road per hamaray gher k itraaf mai koi paas paros nahi tha. Is leye mohalladari kay mazay na le sakay. Na larai jhugra, na chughal khori na khuwahish na shikwa,na ehsaas e bertari na kamtari. Na fashion ka pata. Jo maa ne pehna diya pehen liya.  Ajeeb pursakoon mahol tha.  Hum umer bhai behen bhi nahi tha jis se kuch tu seekhnay ko milta. Baray bhai bhi 20 saal umer mei baray thay. Wo tu bus piyaar aur shafqat ka ghana shajr- e- saya daar thay. Iss tumheed ka matlab sirf yeh ha batanay ka kay in wajuhaat ki waja se hum per CP.UP, HAIDERABADI, BIHARI, PUNJABI HINDKO, BENGALI ka koi rung na churh saka.
Khidmat guzaron kay bacho ko Urdu aati nahi thi is leye un  se Pushtu bolni zaroor sekh li. Saat bhaiyun mei hamaray bhai zinda bachay they lehaza maa ki aankhon ka nor aur dil ka saroor they. Jub wo office kay kaam se kai dino k leye  doosray shehr jatay tu ammi fikrmund rehtein. Uska hul unhon ne aakhir nikal he liya. Hum us waqt class one mei thay.
 Ammi  bhai ko khut likhwana chahti thein. Ub bhala hum kiya jaanein khut (letter) likhna.  Jub koi lufz likhna na aata tu kehtein jo lufz nahi likhna wo kitaab me dhoondo. Is taraha hijjay bhi agai aur lufzon se bhi dosti honay lagi. Ammi ne is per bhi iktefa na kiya. Unhon ne hum masoom se Shama novel perhwana shru kiya. wo zamana aisa tha k bachon k pass sirf tabaydari kernay  kay aur koi option nahi hota tha. Novel tu kiya khaak samjh mei ata bus perhte aur ammi khush hotien k khut likhna aura acha ajaiga humko. Is tarah urdu perhnay mei rawani aati gai, sheen qaaf bhi durust hogaya. Bulund khuwanai aur thereer dono he behter hoti gaein.
Is mushaqqat ka faida yeh huwa k school aur college me maqami aur All Pakistan mubahison mei teachers ki nazar hum per pernay lagi. Hum bhi khush k chalo muft mei doosray shehron  mei ghoomany ka maza aai ga. Lerkon ko hum mei koi dilchaspi thi aur na humko. RCD debate yani Pakistan, Iran aur Afghanistan kay  ma-bain debate ka muqabla tha aur wo bhi Islamia college mei. Waha lerkiyan jatay huwe ghubrati thei ek tu purdah aur wese bhi haseen. Humko koi der tha nahi, na lerkon se na husn ki kami se. Rostrum hamseha hamaray qud se ooncha he hota ha her jagah is leye hum bedharak stage kay centre mei jaker apna mudda bayan kerte chay muwafiqut mei ho ya mukhalifat mei.
 Khoob inamaat, trophies aur certificates hasil keye.
Presentation Convent ki taliba honay ki waja  se English bhi qabu agai. Lehaza dono zabano mei khoob sadakari ki.
Shadi kay baad jahez mei hum bori bher ker apne cups bhi Jhelum le gai. Naya gher girahsti sambhali. Bawerchi khanay mei masalay rukhnay kay leye koi dabba bottle thi nahi. Hamaray urdali ne foren apni foji zihanut ka istemal kerte huwe bori se hamaray cup nikalay aur un mei namak mirch masalay bher deye. Pus ai momino is se sabit howa kay foji kay pass her maslay ka hul hota hay sirf dimagh istemal kerna shert ha. Bus yeh huwa k wo cups jo hum ne mehnat se jeetay thay unki betoqeery dekh ker apni betuqeeri dekh ker aankhon mei aansu aur labon pe muskarahat aanay k sath dil se hook uthi kay—- derd itna hay k her rug mei mehsher burpa—–sakoonitna ha k merjanay ko ji chata hay ———-Tanveer Rauf 23 November 2015

 

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Jaagnay ki raat hay, sonay bhi nahi dete

Islam se hamara riwaiti taaluq kabhi bhi nahi  raha, jis kay leye aap sub suunay perhnay se intehai maazrut! Ub chahe tu maaf kerdein chahye sarzanish mager koi faida nahi is leye ub is umer mei kiya khaak muslamna hongei——

Hamari turbiyut mei mazhab ka amal dakhal nahi raha. Gher mei bhi  achay buray ki tameez sikhai gai aur yehi zehen mei bitha diya gaya k jhoot sub buraiyun ki jar hay, kisi ki aah lena acha nahi Allah naraz hota hay, chori bayemani bhi buri baat ha, yani Islam ki taalimaat se aarasta tu kiya gaya magr Islam aur Allah se daraya kum gaya aur  piyaar kerna zada sikhaya gaya.  kin baaton se WO khush hota ha. kitabon aur aqwaal ne mazzed jila di aur phir school bhi convent tha wahan bhi Christianity ya Islam ka naam nahi liya gaya bulk ay achha insan bunnay ki targheeb di gai. Hamari Parsi teacher Miss. Gai ne ek dafa yeh dekhne k baad ki jamadar se hum naak bhon cherha ker baat kerte hein kaha k dekho yeh jamadar both noble class ha inki izzat kiya karo. Hum jo gundgi phelatay yeh log usko saaf kerte ehin. Agar jamadar na hoon tu dunya ghilazat ka dher bun jai. Hum se zada yeh log qabil e tehseen hein. Bus usi din se humara rawwaya badal gaya.

Phir gher mei discipline bhi tha. Raat ko jaldi sona subh jaldi uthna. Hum ne kabhi raat jag kern a imtehan ki tayyari ki aur na raaton ko film dekhi. Hudd tu yeh hay kay shadi wali raat bhi hum ne kaha k bhai subha baat kerna yeh hamara sonay ka waqt ha.

Paas paros koi tha nahi, na behen na humjoli, na rishta daar tu janab hoshyari, chalaki ya bahana bazi na seekh sakay.

Is taweel tumheed ka matlab both jaldi aap smajh mei ajai ga.

Shadi hoi tu aik foji se. wo bhi seedha saadha shreef admi tha. Junglon, biyabaano ya chaowni (cantt) mei rehna huwa.

Apni shadi se pehle koi shadi nahi dekhi thi is leye dunyadari aur rasoomaat se nawaqfiyut he rahi.

Jub hum Hum Karachi aai tu Karachi hamaray leye ek ajaib gher tha. Alice in wonderland ki tarah mugta tha. Itni ronaq kabhi na dekhi thi. Zindgi both khoobsoorat lugti thi.

Mukhtasir yeh kay shohar kay inteqaal k baad 4 bachon ki zimma dari aagai. Baap ki shafqat aur maa ka piyaar dono dena tha.

Shab- e- qader k baray mei bachpan se suna tha kay ibadut wali khaas raat hoti ha. Farishtay zameen pe utarte hein, agar kisi gher mei kutta ho ya tasveer ho tu wo nahi aatay aur berkat uth jati ha.

Ub aai shab e barat. Kutta tu nahi tha lekin tasveerien both thein. Sham se he bachon se kehna shru kiya ka gher achi tarah saaf kro, tasveerien utaro, sufaid chandni bichao aaj shab -e -qader ha ibadut ki raat ha. Mei ne thora sa hulwa pakaya tha jo chund gharon me bhej diya. Mager mohallay se her gher se hulwa aya. Ub kiya karoon kon khai ga itna hulwa. Mei ne ek gher ka hulwa dosray k gher aur isi tarah sub gharoon mei ek dosray ka hulwa bhej diya. Ek gher mei Khatoon ne bilal se kaha k tumhari ammi ne hulwa tu both accha pakaya ha. Wo bhi jhoot nahi bolta. Bola, “aunty, ammi ne subka hlwa idher udher bhej diya hay.” Wo both mehzooz hoien aur mujhe baad me bataya.

Ub sham gehri hoi. Bacho ne kuch der tu tasbeeh perhi phir khel kood mei lug gai. Bhaanjay bhanjiyaan bhi aai hoi thei. Jub raat kay 10 bajae tu humko need ne jhanjora. Kuch der aur guzri tu saber ne burdasht ka damun chor diya. Hum ne both zor se bachon ko daanta kay, aaj itna shor ker rai ho. Aaj ki raat ibadut aur jaagnay  ki raat ha, mujhe sakht neend aria ha, tum log sonay bhi nahi dete, chalo sipara perho

Us waqt to bachay sehm gai aur apna apna sipara le ker beth gai mager wo jumla meri shanakht bun gaya hay J

Kay jaagnay  ki raat ha sonay bhi nahi dete

Ub bhi her saal tamam shab -e -qader ko sub kehte hein k bhai jaagnay ki raat ha inko sonay do

Aap jo chahe sochein hum tu aise he hein

Hunsye, mazaq uraye magr bud dua na dejeye ga

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Yun di mujhay azadi kay mei hoi hairaan— ai zindagi tera ehsaan hay ehsaan.
Hum bachapan se pachpan bhi cross ker chukay bul kay Allah jhoot na bulwai ub tu 65 saal kay hogai aur   66 mei lug chukay hein magr ub tuk samjh, aqal aur hoshyari se hanoz bohat he door asat ——- 🙂
Her aik ki baat pe yaqeen kerna, phir uss se dhoka khana aur baar baar usi se dhoka khana ku kay us becharay/ bechari ne wada jo ker liya tha k ub wo sahi hogaya/ hogai hay—-
magr janab yeh tu mashoor e zamana baat hay k chor chori se jai hera pheri se na jai su, Wo apni khu na chorein ge, hum apni wazah ku badlein kay misdaaq zindagi guzar rai ha aur kuch baqi hay wo bhi isi tarah guzar he jai gi—aray bhaee akhir ko hum kitna aur bewaqoof banein ge aur log kitna sitam dhaein ge 🙂
Lekin ub jo hamara waasta la shaoori tor per para hay wo kher se danish-munada gaan se para hay—– hum ek dafa phir iss yaqeen se us mei shamil hogai  kay kum uz kum yahan dhoka, jhoot, khushamad aur giroh bundi nahi hogi—— magar sahib is qabeelay mei bhi insaan he hein wo bhi aaj supersonic daur kay tu yaha bhi yeh sub attam mojod hay.
Akseriyut yaha lufzon kay sodagaron ki hay jo sirf khoobsoorat lufz bechtay hein, muttasir kernay ki bhi koshsish kerte hein magar yaqeen jaanye boht kum aisay likhnay walay log hein jin ka likha huwa lufz dil per asar kerta hay werna foto khichwanay kay siwa un mein koi khoobi nahi.
kuch ursa pehle he ek haadasy ne sub ki qalai khol di. Wo jo boht aala maqam per brajman thay is qabeela mei wo insaniyut, akhlaq, hamdardi aur murawwat ka sirf perchaar tu ker tay hein magar amal khaak nahi——– isi leye humko yeh sher un kay  hasb e haal lugta hay kay
—-Khaak se banay insaan mei agar khaaksari nahi tu—-unka insan hona na hona bhi khaak hay
Chuna chay hum ne is qabeelay ka naam Bunjer Qabeela rukh diya ha jaha phool nahi khiltay, khushbu fizaah ko mehmaiz nahi kerti jahan mohabbat ki heryali nahi, khuloos ki halawat nahi bul kay  sirf tassanu, raoonatstyle, dikhawa, masnoi muskarahat, kadoorat, banawat aur giroh bundi k siwa kuch nahi—– jo waqai danishwer hein wo samjh jaien ge aur meri baat pe yaqeen bhi krein ge— kisi ki dil shikni mera maqsad nahi hay bul kay apni nai nasal ko aagahi dene ki koshsih ker rai hoon kay agar woh likhnay kay maidan mei aien tu intehai khuloos k sath aien ku likhay huwe lufz merte nahi wo aapka peecha kerte hein aur ek waqt me saamany aa ker kharay hojatay hein
Ai Perwerdigaar humko hidayut de, hum teri raza mei razi hein aur Tu hum se razi hoja-ameen

pakistan

Divine morn, vibrant spring, firm loyalty

Mark of victory, grace, and sign of dignity

The moon, light, the Sun, flora, the beauty

Solely engulfed; every lane in love of loyalty

At times its just land, at times akin to sky

The great land is precious to me as mother

It’s lighted, wide and spacious like audacity

It has valor, vim and vigor, and vital gaiety   

                                         The rain, the gale raises its glory’s vanity                                                

Time passes with pride and drives each day

 Nature’s divine call echoes in all directions

 This great land is precious to me as mother

This land was founded on the ideology of equality

Where on earth is such land of pious integrity?

Fragrant twilight rests and glorious morn rises

History speaks of its chivalry, gallant nobility

I’ll devote self to defend till I breathe my last

This great land is precious to me akin mother

Composed in Urdu by Razia Subhan

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29th March is my husband’s death anniversary. It will be 32nd anniversary; it means a period of a generation has grown up from child to adulthood. My children also have grown up into handsome men and beautiful ladies

I have to prepare myself for this celebration. Are you surprised amazed sad to read this  ????????? well let me share something with you all—:) his first anniversary was celebrated with sobs and tears and heartaches, with brothers sisters relatives and friends along with food and charity but the next year I made sure that my children should not mourn their father’s death rather feel proud; as Major Rauf was a fighter, a brave patriot soldier, a humane human being, a very loving father and a responsible husband. Hence it’s our faith and we strongly believe that he is enjoying lavish and peaceful life in heavens above.

So each year we make food of his choice, give away charity in his name, pray and recite holy Quran for his soul to be further upgraded. After that we talk about him———-his life there and our life here——

We happily eat. I don’t like to grieve over.

We have six beautiful grandchildren mashaAllah so we’ll eat and be cheerful. Oh I forgot to tell you that I have to do my make over as being bed bound I look horrible now. If his soul visits us J he won’t like me the way I look now. Life is too short so we should enjoy every moment and spread harmony around us not tears

Wishing you all peace, light and abundance of Almighty Allah’s blessings

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You carried my body weighty for 65 long years. You carried to everywhere I wished in all seasons and reasons. You obeyed me always. Never let me care for your pain swelling or weariness. I jumped, I climbed, I skipped I walked, I walked, I, I danced and stood for long on you, on steep hills slippery places in swamps and swings. I ignored you. I gave more attention to my face hands and other parts of body but never cared much for you my dear adorable feet. You took to distant lands. I climbed 300 stairs in Nepal to visit a temple with my Indian, Nepali and Bangladeshi friends. You made me see the world and nature’s beauty. I am so ungrateful. It is truly said that every mishaps has something good, some lesson, some moral and definitely some blessing.

I have copied some information about foot from internet for self an others to take care of their precious feet. Now I love my health God made left foot and right foot which has 9 screws and two plates to hold the smashed bones

The human foot combines mechanical complexity and structural strength. The ankle serves as foundation, shock absorber and propulsion engine. The foot can sustain enormous pressure (several tons over the course of a one-mile run) and provides flexibility and resiliency.

The foot and ankle contain:

  • 26 bones (One-quarter of the bones in the human body are in the feet.);
  • 33 joints;
  • more than 100 muscles, tendons and ligaments(Tendons are fibrous tissues that connect muscles to bones and ligaments are fibrous tissues that connect bones to other bones.); and
  • a network of blood vessels, nerves, skin, and soft tissue.

These components work together to provide the body with support, balance, and mobility. A structural flaw or malfunction in any one part can result in the development of problems elsewhere in the body (such as back pain). Abnormalities in other parts of the body can lead to problems in the feet.

– See more at: http://www.healthcommunities.com/foot-anatomy/foot-anatomy-overview.shtml#sthash.4NnIPGtX.dpuf

 

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I am the queen of my home kingdom. My status is upgraded to even a higher grade now. Before I was elevated I used to take care of my sweet home like a watchman. I moved from room to room, to the kitchen, to the lounge, to the living room and generously enjoyed washrooms with shower and other nature calls. I kept an eagle’s eye on my maid and made sure of cleanliness and everything in proper order. I made sure that guests are respectfully received, entertained served and seen off.

But after 5th February 2016 and dreadful mishap I am bed bound. The surgeon advised me to be queen for three more weeks.

Hence I am connected with my loved ones and friends through skype and face book on my bed only.

I get my food, fruits and everything petty thing of my need on my bed. Two maids are there to take of my personal needs. I don’t have to go they rest room either. I am provided all facilities on my bed at any time of the day and night. Often I get mad at my maid who sleeps so soundly and I have to use all bells and bangs and howls to wake her for my nature’s call.

I love my foot with broken ankles. It’s so innocent and adorable. I pamper it and talk to it, caress it as its time for it to rest

Everything is mortal so this time will pass away too.

So friends nothing to worry about! I am the queen with smiles and at times with frown too

Life is short and beautiful—– enjoy and stay blessed

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5th February 2016 was the last day of my life when i stood on my two feet. I didn’t know that after some time same evening I’ll face a dreadful accident. If i knew it earlier I would’t have been so happy and gone there or attended the literary gathering. i dint know before getting into the elevator that within seconds it will collapse leaving my ankles broken into pieces. Since that day I’m bed-bound. I was to attend a big event of authors of children’s authors  in Sharjah and was so excited to meet writers of children’s literature from around the world. I lost the golden chance 😦

But i am so blessed by Almighty that countless of friends, well wishers, relatives poured in to see me, uplift me and wish me. The hospital management and staff was surprised to see so many people coming just to see me.

My children, my grandchildren, my nephews, nieces and even their small children prayed for me. they called me every day sent flowers, fruits, gifts and what not, My daughters in law of my brother in law brought my favorite dishes so i eat and feel loved and wanted.

The auto rickshaw man, the tailor, the electrician, the washer man, the fisherman visited me with fruits. My home looked like flowers and fruit shop.

Today one of my friends asked me that how much did I cry or weep———— Honest to God i didn’t drop a single tear because I didn’t get time. The fear and unbearable pain was there alright but i got immediate help and warmth of love that kept myself composed.

I would however feel honored and grateful to the brave man Mazhar who is like a son to me. It was he who dropped me at that home where this tragic incident occurred. It was he only who carried me like a child in his arms to the hospital, placed me on the x-ray table and back to the theater for my foot to be in cast. The surgery was done the next day. I’m grateful to him from the core of my heart. May he be blessed always, amen

I owe my gratitude to every single person seen or unseen who prayed for me and helped me


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