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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.


He recalled a Friday when  people were offering Jumma prayer in ruined mosques when there was air raid on Eastern side of Aleppo. The whole city turned into debris of flesh, blood and dust within no time.Causalities of Rebellious Militant’s were less in number compared tocivilians.There was chaos everywhere.  Screams, sighs, whine and depression prevailed in the entire neighborhood. The excavation work started toremovebodies from the rubble.Even after two days, they kept pulling the bodies from the rubble.

It was  the second day after bombardment, and there wasmassive destruction on the Eastern side of Aleppo. They still had to count the dead bodies. They still had to calculate the damage and cost ofdestruction caused  by this attack. To Syrian Airforce raided the western side of Aleppo once again to provide support to the rebellion militants.Human bodies scattered all over the place as blood poured on the streets. It wassuch a horrid sight that one would not want to recall, but its difficult to forget it either.

Leaving his colleagues behind, he moved to western side in his ambulance. It was as if there was competition between two parties to kill.  They wanted tosee which force kills more residents, rather than havevictory over the territory. The rescue parties got exhausted digging out the corpses.  The dead were in colossal number  there seemed to be no end.. He was carrying the  body of a two year old child from the remains of a building and was running towards his ambulance, when he sawa storm of dust raising from another building.  While on the west, the flameswererising high with the wind, making the atmosphere ghastly and ghostly. Though for many years he had been working in Iraq and Syria with rescue teams or other rescue services but he had never seen such a deadly sight. Looking up at the sky then looking at the body of a child he felt desperate cursing the inhuman act. Then he caught sight of a building in flames just at a distance. An oldwoman drenched in blood was screaming for help from the second floor of the residential apartments.This lady reminded him of his mother, and he felt as if his mother was calling him for help.  He recalled when hismothercalled for help from the second floor of the building in Moti Bazaar mohalla in TejGunj, a city of previously East Pakistan and now Bangladesh.The MuktiBahini’s fanatical workers threw kerosene oil on the burning building to cause more damage and fatalities rather than help his mother. A twelve year old boy was watching his apartment on fire from across the road in someone else’s home while his mother was calling for help. He kept screaming for help but in vain. The occupant of the house put hands on his mouth and took him to other room. They all were helpless. The boy’s younger sister Mariam sat trembling with terror. The boy finally got exhausted of screaming, and fell asleep where as his mother burnt to ashes. Few days later his father came to them after getting through many hurdles,  and took both himand his sister during the darkness of night. (He was the boy who had gone  through this chaos and mayhem)

He didn’t know where was his father was taking him and his sister. Hence on the way he asked his father; “Where are we going, dad?” his father replied in heartening voice; “Son, I have no idea myself”.  They kept moving in dark crossing groves, ditches  and furrows until the end of the next day  when the sun was ready togo down. They reached a place where frightened women, children and  elders. There he also saw some men in armed forces uniform. Few days later he came to know that in TejGunjMuktiBahini attacked, looted and plundered the homes of the non- Bengalis and people of West Pakistan who they called Biharis. Pakistani armed forces set up a refugee camp to help and save the victims. The victims then migratedto Burma.They walked for miles and miles, crossed rivers, mountains and  forests. The homeless and wretched people who had come all the way from Bangladesh stayed there for two or more years. During their stay his father  worked odd jobs for survival. His father then decided to go back to his country, Pakistan. Unfortunately when all arrangements were made to move to Pakistan his father was offered a lucrative job in a small bridge manufacturing factory. But his father was determined to return to his own land. Refusing the offer they came to Pakistan. Being a teen ager he had no idea of what’s happening and why.He remembered that his mother often used to say to her husband; “We should better go away from here” he inquired; “Mother why do you so often ask father to leave this place. But why do you say this? Why and where should we go?”

She once replied; “Your father’s family and my parents all lived in Delhi, Chand Qidwai Chowk behind Post Office near Reshmi Haveli. At the time of partition both your paternal and maternal parents migrated to West Pakistan. Your father was then serving Railways as engineer. He was given special training by British to place railway track on and soggy and boggy areas. We also planned to move to West Pakistan with our families and relatives. The Government made special request to stay back in East Pakistan as he was one of the few with expertise in laying railway track. Hence we stayed back in East Pakistan. The frame you see hung on the wall in the external room above the book shelf has the same letter that Quaid e Azam wrote to your father asking him to go to East Pakistan. Considering that letter your father cancelled his program of going to West Pakistan”.

But now the letter, mother and the entire house is history. All burnt to ashes. His father, younger sister Mariam and self were still alive, butsince that dreadful incident father remained quiet and lost in thoughts most of the time. His father held himself responsible for all that horrible incident.

He was so occupied in his memories that could not hear sound of blasts or rumbling of buildings. He heard a feeble yelp of the old lady who was still asking for help. She was not calling from the second floor but she was in the midst of flames, heat and smoke. She was half conscious and hunched from her balcony like a worthless thing. He placed the body of the child he was carrying in his arms in the ambulance and started yelling; “Mother! I’m coming”, and he ran towards her. He was in such frenzy that falling buildings, blazing flames were out of his sight. He was fearless and daring at that moment. The old lady of Aleppo was then his mother in TejGunj of Moti Bazaar who was in agony in a burning home surrounded by fire,stinks and smokesand needed him. He entered the building jumping over things that were burning and breaking apart. He had no idea of the building and  how to get to the second floor.  Somehow or the other he managed to get to the second floor. The old lady was in the midst of fire, mud and smoke. She could notendure the heat and smoke so she fell in the balcony almostsemi-conscious. Without wasting a moment he carried her out on his back. She was like a dead body hanging down half in front of him and half at his back. Once again he looked up in the sky begging Almighty to save the old lady. Speedily and daringly he got out of the flames, smoke and breaking and falling of the building’s structure.He placed the body of the child on the front seat next to the driver’s seat. The he laid the old lady on the stretcher in the ambulance.

After sitting in the ambulance he drove at the fastest speed and went straight to the hospital in his camp. Carrying the lady on his back he started shouting hysterically; “The lady on my back is not the old lady of Aleppo——she’s my mother—- if she’s not treated here and taken care of, I swear I’ll burn myself and this camp to ashes”



He was then transferred to Palmer, an ancient city of Syria in early 2015 just after few days of this upheaval. The war was a going on between the Syrian military forces and the same non-government religious group that took control of Mosul.  That religious force had control over many cities. The war ruined affluent cities and turned them into debris. Although Syria is the country where civilization nurtured and flourished. This is the country where only thousands of years back intervening conscience stepped into dell of metaphors.  They created statues of their imaginary idols and deities placing them on sand knoll and later set them on concrete pillars. Those were then taken to palaces and places of worship. Later they started worshipping those idols and laid base for a new religion.

But the cannon explosions deteriorated the concrete pillars, palaces and worshipping places that collapsed and scattered into sand particles.  He felt that advancement in civilization, industrial and financial  growth that was pride and fame of Syria was over.  He stood near a sand knoll in Palmer city to watch the ruins of grand palaces and worship places. The brutality and hatred had  set ablaze the infrastructure, and  destroyed the civilization.

It was his second day in Palmer. His responsibilities   were to lend a helping hand to the distressed by all means he could in war affected areas.

Most parts of Palmer were reduced to rubble when the non-government and religious forces took control of it.  The NGOs rendered services to the needy and at times ignored the natives.  The natives wanted preference over others, and started killing the workers. This made NGOs depart that place with their workers. He was then transferred to Aleppo, a city brutally  afflicted by war..  A deadly war was in process in Aleppo between militants and Syrian forces.

He job was to assist, help and rescue the people of Aleppo. Aleppo  has border with Turkey and it is more influenced by Europeans than the other Syrian cities. It also has more military  power than other Syrian cities. The conflict between militants and Syrian forces  had been going on for couple of years. A road passing through Aleppo was the border between the two armies. The eastern side of the road was ruled or run by militants while the western side was dominated by the Syrian force. Nonstop and continuous war between the two had not only ruined the homes, hospitals and other buildings into debris but made life miserable the humans living there. They had no water  or food, but were exposed to cannon explosions and bloodshed. The dead bodies that lay on the road side served as shield for the opponents. The body could be of a new born baby or an 80 year old man or woman.

It seemed as if there was no International or local law for those  who died or suffered inhumane  treatment. The firing and bombing from air planes made situation even worse. It was like

a devil’s shadow plagued the entire Syria with bad omen


Sometimes he looked out of the window at the airplane on the runway or stared at the ceiling of the office where he was. There were three other men besides him in the room.  They were wearing uniforms of three different colors. It was obvious that they belonged to different agencies or offices. Awhile later the man in light blue uniform said to him; “if you admit that you are a Pakistani national and sign this paper that says that you are Pakistani; we’ll deport you to Pakistan with a request to the concerned department to treat you humanely”

Turning his face towards the man who asked him to sign the document, he looked at him for a moment, and without saying a single word he looked out of the window at the airplane.  The man’s silence provoked the soldier in dark blue uniform to pull his hair and snarled, “While searching your clothes we found things that prove that you are a Pakistani. You traveled without visa and passport to Iraq and then to Syria. You worked in Syria for an NGO to serve the war stricken people. Both Syria and Iraq has confirmed that you are neither a born Syrian nor Iraqi or Arab, but you are Pakistani”

The man looked at the uniformed officer without any expression and went back to staring at the airplane though the window on the runway.  The third man fully clad in khaki uniform who was listening quietly lost his temper at last and howling at the man hitting the table said; “Go to hell man! We’re least bothered who you are or where you come from. “Our government doesn’t acknowledge you as an Iraqi or Syrian refugee; you are a Pakistani for sure. We will send you to Pakistan in the air plane you see there on the runway”.  He then looked at the two officers. Those two men took him to the Immigration Investigation office in hand cuffs, then towards the airplane standing on Budapest airport.  They handed the man to the captain of the plane and came back to the same room.

While the plane was waiting to take off, the airhostess brought him a glass of water.  She kindly said in English to him to drink water. He looked at her gratefully.  She understood his helplessness and heartrending story from his silence. His silence exposed his unaided vulnerability to her. So she assured him more gently that she’ll take care of all the way during this flight from Budapest to Islamabad.

After a little while, the plane speedily took off.  He was feeling worn out so he closed his eyes and rested his head against back of the seat. He didn’t know his destination.  His thoughts wandered similar to the way plane floated in the sky.  Memories ran on his mind screen one after the other.

Due to bad weather and air pocket, the plane hit turbulence, but very quickly it alleviated again.  Due to the turbulence he emerged from the unfathomable ocean of thoughts.  He looked out of the window but there was nothing except sheer darkness. He modestly asked the airhostess; “What’s the time now? Where are we heading to?” airhostess replied; “It’s 12: 40 according to G.M.T time now and we’re crossing the Atlantic Ocean and not flying over any country” He thanked the air hostess politely and smiled to himself. It was 23rd March today; his 57th birthday! But there was no one to wish him well on his birthday, or any country in the whole wide world to own him as its citizen. Even at the present moment he was not on any land but passing over International Ocean. He took a deep breath like a habitual chain smoker taking a last puff of his life.

He was again lost in his utopia.  It seemed like yesterday when his father came back to Pakistan and tried to get his job back in the Railways.  He found that the country had changed a lot.  The fall of Dacca was a great loss, but splitting of the world’s greatest Islamic state was a greater loss.  People responsible for this treason became the sovereign leaders of the two divisions.

Years passed by as he tried to prove his identity.  His father was not able to get his job back, or any benefits such as pension or provident fund for his previous service at the Railways.  The society did not accept him either.  He felt helpless, and became physically weak.  He could not endure all this pain, and few years later passed away.  Life is like a stage with lights and shades, grief and relief as audience watch the players.  His younger sister, Miriam got married and migrated to Canada with her husband.


He felt lost after the death of his father.  He was not able to earn a living to support his home or to complete his education.  He needed a Computerized National Identity Card, CNIC for employment.  The old Identity Card he had was not accepted, and it was impossible to get CNIC.  Hence it became impossible to get a CNIC Card. He was alien in his own country. Unfortunately, there were no opportunities for him.  One day he was sitting in his room and kept looking at his father’s photo on the wall. He getting got up  and took down the portrait from the wall wiped it with his shirt.  Then he placed it upside down on the old worn out table. He had decided then to leave not only this home but also the country for good. He took  a last look  at the photo of his father then his room and  left with the money he had. He got on a boat to Dubai, without the passport or visa. From Dubai he went the city of Mosel in Iraq.  It was a tough journey.  At times he took a bus, or rode on the back of some truck or joined a caravan of camels, or any means he could avail. There was fierce civil war going on in Mosel. He had planned to move to any European country where he could somehow settle down  and live for the rest of his life. But he got job at one of the NGOs in a European country as a safety guard for the war stricken vulnerable people. He was  assigned to supply dry ration and water bottles from his camp to war affected areas in Mosel. He served this NGO in Mosel city for many years.  Few years later, a religious party took control of Mosel and closed its borders.  They made prisoners all the citizens of Mosul.  All NGOs then refrained from their public service programs.

Today I’ll share with you a true story———-

Allah created, beautified, and glorified this world with every possible thing like oceans, mountains, meadows, flora and fauna, rain, twilight, sun, stars, moon, moonlight animals, birds-you name and you have it—–for the human beings————for us—

All these blessings are mentioned in Surah Rehman and in many other verses of the Quran.

Allah is brilliance—- splendor—- and love

Allah loves peace

He sent us on this earth to be good, kind caring, and to make the world a beautiful and peaceful place to live and let live-—– to relish and cherish.

Allah gives and forgives. We have the same attributes as Almighty, thus HE expects us also to give and forgive——–but its Satan that misguides us, and the ones with weaker faith follow him. Thus, when we follow Satan we get into trouble

Don’t get upset please— I’m not giving you a lecture but I’m just sharing the reason for our existence. To follow the right path and not to expect any reward for any act of kindness from anyone—- just do well, forget and keep moving——-

The story I’m going to share with you today is about our neighbors. The family consisted of a widow of an army officer, three sons, and two daughters. They shared the house with their brother and his family.

That army officer died in the line of duty, and hence the wife wanted compensation from the army.

The eldest son was mentally not stable. The other two were medical students. The sister stayed home helping her mother with household tasks.

The widow was uneducated but a contented and wise lady. She had no means or source of income. So she kept requesting the army to arrange something to raise her young children respectfully

The army arranged for them a truck to start a business using it for goods transportation. Gradually it worked and their financial position got better.

The lady arranged the marriage of her eldest son, thinking that it might make him feel more responsible to run the house.

All arrangements were made for the wedding. The guests were there to attend. Everything was just right. The groom was ready too. Happiness prevailed around. But—– at the time of nikah, the groom stood up from his seat all of a sudden and speedily went away. It was so sudden that nobody could understand

They looked around for him but he disappeared —nobody knows where. It was so embarrassing for both parties.

The bride’s family was less privileged so they were in a more upsetting position. Then the younger brother who was studying medicine came forward and offered himself for the marriage. The bride was chosen as a mate for the older son based on his unstable mental condition.

It was his sacrifice and a good deed to save his family and bride’s family from an awkward and embarrassing position. As the girl (bride) would not have found another person to marry her as the groom ran away. People would have held responsible that there was something wrong with her. In addition, society would have looked down on her parents. This was almost a disaster situation for the bride and family

The sacrifice of the doctor to be was rewarded by Almighty. She was very beautiful, wise cooperative, and kind. Time passed——— Almighty Allah who knows everything blessed them with healthy beautiful children.

The elder son who fled from the wedding stage came back home himself after a few months

He was welcomed and nobody disturbed him by asking questions

After forty years or more they got my address somehow and visited me. It was a great pleasure to see them after so long. The brother who had run away is also taken care of by this brother. He is alive though but not mentally stable yet.


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