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Victor Hugo – Demain, dès l’aube Our first poem is from Victor Hugo, one of the best-known French writers. Demain, dès l’aube which means Tomorrow, at dawn, is a short and poignant poem about his visit to his daughter’s grave. The poem was first released in 1856 in Hugo’s collection called Les contemplation.

Tomorrow, at dawn Tomorrow, at dawn, at the hour when the countryside whitens, I will depart. You see, I know you wait for me. I will go through the forest and over the mountains. I cannot stay far from you any longer.
I will trudge on, my eyes fixed on my thoughts, Ignoring everything around me, without hearing a sound,

Alone, unknown, back stooped, hands crossed,

Saddened, and the day will be like night for me.

I will neither see the golden glow of the falling evening,

Nor the sails going down to Harfleur in the distance,

And when I arrive, I will place on your tomb

A bouquet of green holly and flowering heather.

کل صبح سویرے فرانسسی شاعر وکٹر ھگو  کی یہ بہت خوبصورت نظم ہے جو انہوں نے اپنی بیٹی کی قبر
اپنی بیٹی کی قبر پہجاتے ہوئے کہی تھی
۔ یہ نظم سب سے پہلے 1856 میں ھگو کے مجموئے
Les Contemplation میں شائع ہوئی تھی
کل صبح سویرے
جب اجالا بستی میں پھیل رہا ہوگا
میں نکلوں گا
میں جانتا ہوں
تم میری منتظر ہو گی
کوہ و دمن عبور کرتا
اپنی ہی دھن میں بنا کچھ کہے
بنا کچھ سنے
اپنے ارد گرد سے بے پرواہ
تنہا گمنام
خمیدہ کمر ہاتھ باندھے
غمگین اور مضمحل
دن کا اجالا اور شفق کی لالی بھی
بےمعنی ہوجیسے
اور حرفلور(harfluer)
کے ساحل پہ اترتے
بادبان بھی
تمھاری تربت پہ جب پہچوں گا
تو سبز پتیاں اور بہت سے پھول ڈالوں گا

Dear blogger friends

when i started blogging few years back i had no idea that i will continue it. Now I find it so difficult to search any blog i want at particular moment, like if i want my poetry translation of any poet i cant find the one im looking for. Its all scattered and mixed. Can i make new account on word press to put poetry of particular poet’s poetry only at one place. I’m so confused

Anyone here please guide me

Thanks and love


Recite Before Starting any Supplication :

اَللّٰهُمَّ صَلِّ عَلٰى مُحَمَّدٍ وَّ عَلٰى اٰلِ مُحَمَّدٍ كَمَا صَلَّيْتَ عَلٰى اِبْرَاهِيْمَ وَعَلٰى اٰلِ اِبْرَاهِيْمَ اِنَّكَ حَمِيْدٌ مَّجِيْدٌ اَللّٰهُمَّ بَارِكْ عَلٰى مُحَمَّدٍ وَّ عَلٰى اٰلِ مُحَمَّدٍ كَمَا بَارَكْتَ عَلٰى اِبْرَاهِيْمَ وَعَلٰى اٰلِ اِبْرَاهِيْمَ اِنَّكَ حَمِيْدٌ مَّجِيْدٌ

O Allah, bestow Your favour on Muhammad (Sallallahu Alayhi Wasallam) and on the family of Muhammad (Sallallahu Alayhi Wasallam) as You have bestowed Your favour on Ibrahim and on the family of Ibrahim, You are Praiseworthy, Most Glorious. O Allah, bless Muhammad (Sallallahu Alayhi Wasallam) and the family of Muhammad (Sallallahu Alayhi Wasallam) as You have blessed Ibrahim and the family of Ibrahim, You are Praiseworthy, Most Glorious.

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Neither in lovely features nor in silky hair

 See my acumen, talent in visionary blare

 Have seen people clothed in lively apparels

See the soul’s acumen, in words’ apparel

There’re countless topics to inscribe on

Their beauty can be seen in poetry shown

Neither I am complete nor am imperfect

 Being a human, may be judged as human

 I have stepped on the visionary way also

Where and what do I lack, let me know

Whatever qualities are allied to humans

Don’t judge thy value; am also gifted human

 We never wished to be open as goods for sale

It’s you who brought us in the bazaar for sale

The Almighty has created us like you, also

See the beauty of creativity in His skill too …………


āñkhoñ meñ na zulfoñ meñ na ruḳhsār meñ dekheñ

 mujh ko mirī dānish mire afkār meñ dekheñ

 malbūs badan dekheñ haiñ rañgīn qabā meñ

ab pairahan-e-zāt ko iz.hār meñ dekheñ

 sau rañg mazāmīn haiñ jab likhne pe aa.uuñ

 gul-dasta-e-ma.anī mire ash.ār meñ dekheñ

 puurī na adhūrī huuñ na kam-tar huuñ na bartar

 insān huuñ insān ke me.aar meñ dekheñ

rakkhe haiñ qadam maiñ ne bhī tāroñ kī zamīñ par

 pīchhe huuñ kahāñ aap se raftār meñ dekheñ

mansūb haiñ insān se jitne bhī fazā.el

apne hī nahīñ mere bhī atvār meñ dekheñ

 kab chāhā ki sāmān-e-tijārat hameñ samjheñ

laa.e the hameñ aap hī bāzār meñ dekheñ

 us qādir-e-mutlaq ne banāyā hai hameñ bhī

 ta.amīr kī ḳhūbī usī me.amār meñ dekheñ


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Cathedral Masjid of Cordoba-Spain

Amazing and beautiful things still exist!

The Mosque-Cathedral of Cordoba is the most important

monument of all the Western Islamic world, and one of the most

amazing in the world.

It is said that the place where Mosque-Cathedral of Cordoba is

nowadays was dedicated, from ancient times, to the religious

group of different divinities. The evolution of the “Omeya” style in

Spain is resumed in the history of the Mosque of Cordoba, as

well as other styles such as the Gothic, Renaissance and

Baroque of the Christian architecture.

During the Visigoth occupation, another building “San Vicente”

Basilic was constructed in the same place. This basilica, of

rectangular shape, was shared between Muslims and Christians

for a long period of time. After the Muslim enlargement, the

Basilic became property of Abdur Rahman I, who constructed the

first “Mosque Alhama” or main Mosque of the city. Nowadays,

some of the constructive elements of the Visigoth building are

included in the first part of Abdur Rahman I.

The Great Mosque has two different areas: the courtyard or

“arcade sahn“, where the “alminar” (minaret) is constructed

(beneath the Renaissance tower) by Abdur Rahman III, and the

“haram” or praying hall. The interior space consists of a forest of

columns and red and white arches giving a strong chromatic and

artistic effect. The site is divided into 5 different areas,

corresponding each one of them to the different expansions that

have occurred on it.

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It was another disappointment for them to find that Serbia was merely a dry ocean of land for the refugees. There was a hoard of refugees there. Serbian semi government forces tried to keep refugees away from the highway. Resistance meant to face tear gas whipping. Carrying the old lady on his back he ran back and forth to save and protect her from tear gas smoke. It seemed like dooms day. Bodies of wounded or dead refugeeswere scattered in fields. This looked like a horrible setting or a dreadful dream. A group of refugees somehow reached the railway track. The others also followed them and treaded along the railway track. Abdul Wahidwas holding the old lady of Aleppo’s’ hand and kept walking with others. The old lady couldn’t walk anymore and finally she gave up. He looked at her laying unconscious on the ground.He was helpless. He didn’t know what to do. He watched refugees moving forward. Evening was swiftly drawing closer. He once again looked up at the heavens and prayed Almighty to have mercy on him. Feeling a little better, he carried the old lady on his back and kept moving forward.He walked until midnight and then his energy also gave in.  He laid the lady against an old tree and sat besides her. Being dead tired he fell asleep. Cooing of the nightingale and chirping twittering the birdsand rays of the early sun rays woke him. He looked around. He sighted wheat fields ready to be harvested. It was like gold spread everywhere. Delight and plight go side by side. He saw refugees covered with dust in muddy shattered clothes tired faces walking to land unknown. The way was barred by the Serbian police and semi government forces. Due to hunger ailments and staying day in heat and sleeping in the open under the sky, the children, weak and aged couldn’t resist the extreme weather changes hence death rate increased. The dead bodies were buried in pothole without any shroud, or grave  or tomb stone.  Abdul Wahid bought a wheel chair for $100 from a dying patient’s family for old lady. Though refuges were facing agonizing conditions of harsh weather and forces. More and more refugees came in like swarm of bees or herd of cattle. Suffering for two more days refugees were allowed to go following the muddy path beside the fields only and not touching the railway track or through the fields.

Abdul Wahid helped the old lady sit in the wheel chair, and proceeded with the refugee party. The two Syrian rebellious groups gave refugees more brutal and mercilesstreatmentthan the Syrian forces.Both groups fought with each other for no reason, just creating chaos and anarchy in the region. These shelter seekers who could have be enjoying and resting in their homes in comfortable beds and plenty of food,  were facing awful circumstances in snow clad mountainous region of Serbia. Beside the frightful weather they also faced the hatred and loathing of Serbian forces and semi government police. Days of heinous ended after all. They reached the border of Hungary. After formal registration and documentation at the refugeecheck post, Abdul Wahid followed others with lady of Aleppo in a wheel chair. Military teams of Hungary were on alert to keep refugees away from the urban areas. While coming to Hungary they were greeted with tear gas, shelling and whipping in one or more places on the way. Almost 12 days and night of walking and stopping over was one of the worst experiences of their life. They were drifters-having no land no sky no home no shelter—no one to take care either——- life was a misery!

Every limb was burning and aching, along with wounds on the body.  With beginning of snow fall and thunder storms the death rate of refugees rose to hundreds. Considering the helplessness, ailment and frailty, European Union especially the Germany Government asked Hungary government to arrange for the refugees. Thusa railway train was arranged by Hungarian Government to travel. Going in train was most pleasant journey not for Abdul Wahid and old lady of Aleppo only but for all the refugees. This beautiful journey ended at a rocky desolate stationaround 200 miles before Budapest, the capital of Hungary. After unloading the train they were asked to wait for the buses. There was no trace of any vehicle for two days. So the refugees started walking ahead. Their next destination was Germany. Abdul Wahid also accompanied thousands of refugees with his lady of Aleppo towards Germany. Pushing and pulling the wheel chair on rocky uneven track was tiresome job for Abdul Wahid but he had no other option. He was getting breathless by pushing the wheel chair on uneven track.

He remembered the song he used to sing with his friends when rowing the boat. It was rowing completion between two teams. Each team consisted of 11 participants five on each end of the boat with captain in the middle. The Rowing competition started from River Brahma Putra and ended at Dacca. The scenario of so many boats rowing was awe-inspiring. While rowing they used to sing cheerfully; “River is furious boat is old—-row, row your boat—- leisurely —– destination is afar, we have to make ardently!”

Thousands of spectators who were watching also excitedly joined them in singing.

Singing the same song he kept moving forward with old lady’s wheel chair.

He felt that while climbing the hill every child, young and old, man or woman joined him singing to make it less strenuous. His song his enthusiasm and also that he was not Abdullah (the old lady’s son) but was from Pakistan who was taking the old lady to her son in Germany.

The news spread among countless of refugees walking and covering miles of land.

The government of Hungary had set up a border check post in suburb of Keleti Railway station for the refugees. Besides Hungary other countries had also set up their NGOs offices there. Members of NGOs were trying their best to help and serve the refugees. Keleti railway station was the last stop over for the refugees. They would then move to any western European country where they would like to settle. Before Abdul Wahid’s group reached Keleti his tarnished information had spread that he was not Abdullah the son of old lady of Aleppo but he taking her to Germany to meet her son. Hence the moment they reached Keleti station he was separated from the group. The government staff dragged him to the extreme left side of the check post. Seeing he carried away so ruthlessly the old lady of Aleppo crying for Abdulla hysterically lost her senses fainting in her chair. He was also calling her—mother!O mother!But his voice silenced amidst the countless of refugees bustling sound. That very moment he heard air plane’s captain voice, announcing; “Ladies and gentlemen! We’re flying at the altitude of 30,000 feet and soon we’ll be landing in Islamabad the capital city of Pakistan. I’m sure your trip with us was pleasurable. Thank you”

The captain then guided his crew regarding landing of the plane. As the plane landed on runway of Islamabad the immigration staff entered the plane. The captain and the immigration staff exchanged document with each other. The staff didn’t accept Abdul Wahid as a Pakistani national having no significant documents. Following Pakistani Immigration staff some Hungarian staff also got in the plane. Pakistani staff believed him to a Bengali national and has illegally entered Pakistan. If we accept him as Pakistani then we’ll have to give him his legal rights as a Pakistani citizen. After two hours long debate and reaching to the decision that he should not step down on Pakistani land. The crew was asked to close the doors with Abdul Wahid inside the plane. After few minutes the plane took off to the land unknown to Abdul Wahid.

The same air hostess came to him and holding a glass of water. She waited for quiet long to get his response but he kept looking out at the hovering clouds outside the window. She gently said to him; “I’ll take special care of you during this flight” with a blank face and slight smile he took the glass of water from her hands. She again asked him politely; “Can I ask you a question if you don’t mind?” he nodded.  The air hostess asked him; “Are you Abdullah or Abdul Wahid? And which country do you belong to?” After drinking wateragreeably he replied; “My name is Abdullah and Abdul Wahid both” he could see no queries but tears in her eyes of sympathy being a man of no land. He then softly said to her; “I belong to no land. I’m not a citizen or national of any country. I’m just a traveler of a lost caravan! The flight got misbalanced tumbling into air pocket. But within no time the plane got stabled. They could hear the captain; “Due to bad weather the plane was slightly out of balance. But this is something usual. There’s no danger so no worry” the airhostess went to her serving cabin. Abdul Wahid kept looking at the floating clouds outside the plane———


contd ———-camp to ashes”

The management  understood his emotions and mental stress, and allowed the old lady of Aleppo to be treated kindheartedly on compassionate grounds.

He took care of her like his own mother. He would feed her like a baby. Dress her, comb her hair, set her bed and did whatever he could to comfort her. They both sat silent just looking at each other with tears flowing. One day the lady asked his name.“My name isAbdul Wahid” he said in Arabic accent. Taking his hand in hers she said; “You are Abdullah; my second son, Abdullah” she continued; “Early in 2015 my son Abdullah went from Turkey to Greece with Syrian refugees. From there managed to sailtoGermany. His name is Abdullah. My husband and I were supposed to go to Germany the same way he went. But one day there was heavy air raid and strafing. My husband was killed and I was left all alone. The building and the apartment we lived in devastated along with my valuables and money I had saved. Now I’m penniless.No husband, no money——- I can never see my only son Abdullah” she bitterly wept after saying all that she went through. Wiping her tears with her veil, Abdul Wahid assured her that he will take her to her son. He said; “Don’t weep please. I promise you, I’ll take you to your son. Just don’t worry about money. I have plenty of it.” After few days Abdul Wahid resigned from his job. And the next day the old lady of Aleppo and Abdul Wahid started for Germany with a group of refugees. The truck that was taking them was closed from all sides except for door with holes at the rear so that the people inside could breathe. The owner of the truck and its driver were Kurdish Turks. After many hours of non-stop driving, the truck stopped at a desolate place. The driver sternly asked the passengers to get down for eating or drinking or stretch.He said; “We’ll stay here for an hour then will proceed again” Thus after an hour or so he uploaded the passengers like luggage and started off for new destination. Continuously driving for two days he stopped at a place and howled like a wolf  telling passengers to get down. “Get down immediately. We have reached Turkey’s city Bodrum in province of Mugla. Hurry up—-hurryup—don’t waste my time” there are hundreds of refugees. Abdul Wahid could hear from afar the splashingsound of waves as Bodrum is a town on the southern Aegean coast of Turkey.After waiting for a few hours he saw an old boat on the sea shore. It might have been used  for fishing  beforeWithout knowing and without even considering the number of people it could carrypeople boarded it. He also boarded with others and old lady of Aleppo. Some people wore life jackets, and some had air tight motor bike tube around their necks to be able to swim in case of emergency. Finally the boat started its voyage.  No one in the boat had any idea as to where they are going and what’s in their destiny. Passing by many islands of Greece the boat came to a place where captivating melodious tweet, cooing;chirping of innumerous birds was heard. He woke up hearing those sounds so he tried to locate the place it came from but he could not see anythingbut water all around. Up above the grey sky, dull grey morning seemed to come together. The sounds of birds was the indication that they were near some shore. He saw his old lady who was there like a knapsack among passengers.

Abdul all of a sudden stood up and shouted; Allah o Akbar! Allah- o-Akbar! The ones sleeping awoke with his voice and also joined him saying Allah o Akbar!

Some energetic men jumped into the water while old, sick ladies and children waited for the boat bring to come to a halt at the shore properly so they could get down. The boatsman also announced; “Your destination, Europe is here!Macedonia is a few days from here if you walk, or you could to to anywhere in Europe”

Traveling for so many days nonstop in boat made limbs tired out so the people threw themselves on the shore. The NGOs had already made arrangement for food, shelter and medical assistance in camps for Syrian refugees.But the new refugees were to spend wintry night under the sky and day under the searing sun.He then along with others proceeded from there to unseen destination with his old lady of Aleppo. They walked as long as their feet could carry them. Then sat to rest their body and got up again to tread on for new horizon. They kept walking and stopping over when got tired and couldn’t walk any more. Getting along for a day and night they met an NGO that provided transport for the old, sick, women and children. The men had to go on foot from Macedonia to Serbia.He was given the token of Family #1 to show that he had one family member. Hence when he entered the border of Serbia he met the old lady of Aleppo.

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