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  1. Soil emits fragrance

            During this monsoon

          Thus the birds rejoice

…….

  1. Rain pours down

                Every instant in heart

                It’s thou who enlivens

………..

  1. Soggy wet are eyes

              See splish-splash around

              The weather moist damp

……..

  1. River’s furious

        As heart softens

         Mountain mourns

……..

  1. A lamp was lit for long

        Beyond the mountain

           The beloved didn’t come

……..

  1. Wintry cold nights

              Needy searches around

               For comfort and warmth

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The birds may not have squealed for no reason
Someone from city may have come for treason

Tree cutters would be aware of consequences
Bodies will burn in the sun if no shade resilience

Blooming spring’s founder didn’t even assume
Who let thorns to pierce into blood in volume?

A cheery chirpy bird sitting on the electric wire
Considers jungle to be of someone else’s pier

Flying from the jungle the terrified thirsty birds
Appeared every mirage as an ocean to the birds

Urdu Poetry: Kaifi Azmi
Translator: Tanveer Rauf

شور یوں ہی نہ پرندوں نے مچایا ہو گا
کوئی جنگل کی طرف شہر سے آیا ہو گا

پیڑ کے کاٹنے والوں کو یہ معلوم نہ تھا
جسم جل جائیں گے جب سر پہ نہ سایہ ہو گا

بانی ِ جشن ِ بہاراں نے یہ سوچا بھی نہیں
کس نے کانٹوں کو لہو اپنا پلایا ہو گا

بجلی کے تار پہ بیٹھا ہوا ہنستا پنچھی
سوچتا ہے کہ وہ جنگل تو پیارا ہو گا

اپنے جنگل سے جو گھبرا کے اڑے تھے پیاسے
ہر سراب ان کو سمندر نظر آیا ہو گا

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shor yūñhī na parindoñ ne machāyā hogā
koī jañgal kī taraf shahr se aayā hogā

peḌ ke kāTne vāloñ ko ye mālūm to thā
jism jal jā.eñge jab sar pe na saaya hogā

bānī-e-jashn-e-bahārāñ ne ye sochā bhī nahīñ
kis ne kāñToñ ko lahū apnā pilāyā hogā

bijlī ke taar pe baiThā huā hañstā panchhī
sochtā hai ki vo jañgal to parāyā hogā

apne jañgal se jo ghabrā ke uḌe the pyāse
har sarāb un ko samundar nazar aayā hogā

Tanveer Rauf

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Our relation is not printed on water,

That wave would wash away,

Neither is it written in air,

 That it is considered vague,

Neither is it written on sand,

To spread and blown by wind,

The relation between you and me,

Is stamped on Barren Island of our hearts,

Like a precious pearl in an oyster,

Pure, clear and hidden in Deep Ocean,

Free from slyness and sham,

Unified   in a chain of love and care, 

Like a dazzling moon and shining light,

Showing path like shiny stars in dark thicket,

The relation between you and me

 Is it the realism of our existence———?

RAIN

Even if we break the tradition

For being getting forlorn

Refrain from loving; then–?

Will there be no rain again??

Weathers won’t transform?

No funfair no amusement ever again?

Will the rain never downpour again ?

Missing someone madly

Will love come to an end?

Will the birds never chant again?

The butterflies will never flutter

On blossoming flowers again

Won’t kids chase butterflies again?

The partridge, to reach the moon

Will fail to remember its direction

Stars will not twinkle in the sky to show

Gentle wind will not enliven the garden

Rising   sun rays won’t caress flowers

The sunrays that sang melody on sea shore

Will no longer hum, thus travelers will mislay

Live and stride aimlessly astray losing their way,

Will fade away unnamed, no one to moan

No one to shed tears in memory, No one to groan

Will the eyes gaze into environs?

After that afar beyond the horizon

Or to search for the hidden away fortune

What if we break the tradition?

For being getting forlorn

Refrain from loving; then–?

 We breathe life the way we like

Or breathe our very last breath

Is no one’s apprehension then!

محبت چھوڑ بھی دیں ہم

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چلو گر تنگ آ کر اک روایت توڑ بھی دیں ہم

محبت چھوڑ بھی دیں یم

تو کیا ہوگا۔۔۔۔۔؟

زمیں پر مومسموں کا

پھر کبھی میلہ نہیں ہوگا

نہ برکھا ویسے برسے گی

کہ دل تڑپے کسی کو یا د کرکے پھر

محبت ختم ہوگی کیا۔۔۔۔۔۔؟

گُل و بُلبُل کے قصے

پھر نہیں دۃُرائے گا کوئی

نہ تتلی پھول پر رقصاں کبھی ہوگی

نہ بچے صحن گُلشن میں

بس اک تتلی پکڑنےکےلئے

بے چین یوں ہونگے

چکوری چاند کی چاہت میں

رستہ بھول جائے گی

نہ تارے جھلملا ئیں گے

فلک پر راہبر بن کر

صبا پھر کیا کرے گی آ کے گُلشن میں

طلوُع ہوگا جو سورج

اُس کی کرنیں گُل نہ چومیں گی

لب دریا ہوا جو قصہ مہرو وفا کا

گایا کرتی تھی نہ گائے گی

مُسافر راہ چلتے راہ سے بھٹکیں گے گم ہونگے

جئیں گے پھر یونہیں

بے نام سی  اک زندگی

شاید مریں گے تو بھی

کوئی آنکھ نہ آنسو بہائےگی

محبت ہی نہ ہوگی

جب بھلا آنسو بہیں گے کیوں

مگر آنسو بہیں نہ پھر

بھلا آنکھیں کریں گی کیا ۔۔۔؟

محظ تکتے ہی رہنا دُور تک

خالی خلا میں کیا مقدر میں لکھا ہوگا ۔۔۔۔؟

روایت توڑ بھی دیں ہم

محبت چھوڑ بھی دیں ہم

جئیں پھر ہم کسی کو کیا۔۔۔؟

مریں گے تو بھی کیا ہوگا۔۔۔؟

انور زاہدی

 

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My husband was transferred to Faisalabad in 19 77. There was no residential facility for the families. So my husband arranged for me and our four minor children in a retired brigadier’s huge country house. It had uncountable rooms. The bungalow was surrounded by crops fields, fruit gardens and stable. There was a mosque and houses for the workforce and big storage for wheat and rice. We enjoyed fresh milk, veggies and seasonal fruits. Hence it was a small village. The walls of the bungalow were made of mud. Each wall was one yard thick. In the past mostly the houses of even rich were made of mud as mud walls keep the home warm in winter and cool in summer.  Water channels, wells tube well, hand pumps not only added beauty to the ambiance but very useful for irrigation. The water is warm in winter and ice cold in summer when taken out from the wells or through hand pumps. I loved the simple and pure life there. Having all resources and natural beauty we also had reptiles like big snakes, lizards etc and many other wriggling insects and various kinds of species birds of and animals.  I was frightened of snakes, bats and scorpions as   my children were very small. So I was told that Hafiz Mushtaq Hussein Shah was a spiritual healer and very pious man. People from far and wide came to him with their health problems or snake bites and so on and so forth

Having lived in cities all through my life I was very anxious to meet him. He was born blind. So I used to see him every day adding something to new to my knowledge. Though he was blind but he walked so fast and smartly that if any one looked at him from distance, he wouldn’t believe that hafiz sahib was blind. He had very sharp memory. I tried to check his memory one day. I told him so and read out a    page from a magazine. I asked him to repeat what he has retained. To my amazement he repeated each and every word as it was written in the magazine. I would have never believed if I was not witness myself. He lived all his life in that village where he had no educated company of friends or who read out books to him. Neither had he known brail system. The only television was in the whole area was at my home. I had allowed children in that area to watch Bionic Woman and other programs in the evening in my living room.

Hafiz sahib used to tell me stories of prophets their miracles and also about what is right and what is wrong. One day we were sitting under a mulberry tree.  As usual he was teaching me with his wise thoughts when I heard buzzing of the honey bees. I looked up and saw bees flying out of the honey comb. I got scared of being bitten. So I told him softly to get up and leave. He didn’t pay attention or ignored to what I told him. So I again warned him of the bees and their poisonous sting. Then he smiled and very softly recited something that I couldn’t follow. Surprisingly the bees flew away without hurting us. I asked him but he just smiled.

Before coming to Karachi we went to Peshawar to see our relatives and friends. One week later when we got back. I and my husband went to see hafiz sahib. He was very kind and dearly loved us. I asked him if he missed us and he said; “Yes, I dreamt of you too” I laughed being stupid and said again; Hafiz sahib you can’t see and has never seen me, how could you dream of me?”

He said I saw you from my inner sight. He was honestly amazing so were all his family members. So were his parents, uncle and wife. They all loved us and so did we

We came to Karachi though he was not in favor of us to move to Karachi. He told my husband many times that Karachi will not suit him but as most of our relatives were in Karachi so we moved here.

Hafiz sahib was right. My husband couldn’t properly settle in Karachi and finally passed away

After 15 years when I was somewhat settled I went to Faisalabad where my sister in law was.

I didn’t inform hafiz sahib about my going there. I went with my nephew, daughter and my son to hafiz sahib’s house unannounced. Reaching there I saw him sitting on wooden bed. After greeting I asked him “Hafiz sahib tell me who am I?” without a blink of an eye said; “Who else except for my daughter Tanveer” my nephew felt electric current running in his spine. After 15 long years and blind too he didn’t take a second to recognize me. I stayed three days at his home. His wife and everyone there told me that never a day passed that he didn’t discuss you or talked about you. He was my mentor, my soul purifier and like my father.  After few years again I went to Faisalabad but I had intuition that I will not see him. And when I went to his home a white tomb waited for me to pray for his soul. His wife said that he remembered me a lot. I am so honored and lucky to be loved by such a pious figure. May his soul rest in peace

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LOVE
Love like dew—–
Satisfies thirst of a petal’s rim
elevates colors in the sepal’s brim  
hums, smiles glitters at dawn
boondocks feel divine drawn,
When in love
Love as dew!
Love like clouds
Showers over the heartland
garden’s tiny spot swings n beam
flora flings on ever barren land;
love enlivens the hearts who
are like lifeless grave’s frame
 Love like clouds
Love like fire
When gleam in the dull hearts
hearts enliven!
Heat of love has strange secret
the more it be ablaze,
life’s essence enlivens;
Gather n scatter on the shore of hearts,
love like surf,
love like turf
love like fire
love a dream
Descending in eyes like the moon
stars of desires shimmer like
state of restless heart can’t be identified
On the tree of love, dream birds descend
the branches wake up;
When weary stars chat to the world
the candles light in the forlorn eyes
love burns like water lamps
love like a dream
love like pangs
Exist like mark of bygone seasons
exists like the grown isolation;
When wicks flicker on the eaves
winds of hopelessness heaves
When no tap no rap is felt in the lane
when sense of someone is in vain
When
chest shatters with heartache
it caresses, like a well-wisher
hovers in the space for long
like the dust
love like pangs

                                                    Allah is most kind and merciful 

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Almighty Allah created man and his mind with its purpose set on achieving knowledge, the most important of which is that Allah alone is the Creator and all the rest are worshippers (slaves). By worshipping anything other than Allah, man becomes enslaved to Satan, who is himself a creature and becomes harnessed to his own bias qualities.

Prophet Idris was one of the prophets.

When Prophet Idris alaihessalam got heartbroken like all other prophets, due to non believers’ immoral activities, he left them and disappeared for almost twenty years. There was no rain for very long time. Allah punished them with drought.

When animals and people died of hunger and the life became miserable, the people asked for forgiveness.  Allah being most merciful, sent back Idris to his people

Prophet Idris then begged Allah to forgive and to bring an end to drought. Allah granted his demand and the drought ended. There were heavy rains again. The land became alive and fertile once more.

The Learned Prophet

Prophet Idris alaihessalam was given wisdom in various fields of knowledge and the ability to create things that can make the human’s life easier For example, alphabets and writing, mathematics, astronomy, philosophy and etc. He was the first man who learnt to write with pen. He was the first man to show people how to measure weights and balance.  He taught them about the movements of planets.

He was the first man to make weapons for hunting and defense. He also taught people to stitch clothes with needle and thread.

Consequently he brought about a remarkable change in the moral and social life of the people.

Some sayings of Hazrat Idris

  1. Do not feel jealous of the prosperity of others for what they have, as they will only enjoy it for a short while.
  2. He who has unlimited desires, is deprived of the wealth of contentment.
  3. One should be sincere in acts of devotion
  4. It is an act of serious sin to take false oaths.
  5. Patience is a key to victory
  6. He who controls his passions is fortunate. Only a good act will be a living petition before Allah on the Day of Judgment
  7. One who is desirous of attaining perfection in knowledge should have no concern with immoral acts.
  8. Happy is he who looks at his own deeds and appoints them as pleaders to his Allah
  9. None can show better gratitude for Allah’s favors than he who shares them with others.
  10. He who indulges in excess will not benefit from it.
  11. The real joy of life is to have wisdom

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