Posts Tagged ‘fire’
Anger is the devil, and the devil has been created from the fire.
And fire is extinguished by water,therefore, when any of you feel angry,
you should perform your ablutions.
When anyone of you feel angry, you should sit down if you are standing.
And if your anger passes off with this,well and good.
If not, you should lie down
Hdith of Aby Dawud
Satisfies thirst of a petal’s rim
hums, smiles glitters at dawn
boondocks feel divine drawn,
When in love
Love as dew!
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
When gleam in the dull hearts
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
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
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
The event I’m going to share now is true-life occurrence.
Mani was an eleven years old boy. He lived adjacent to our home in North Nazimabad Karachi with his parents and siblings. The family was highly educated and civilized. Both husband wife were scholars and taught in reputed educational institutes. Children were also well mannered. I’m writing all this to ensure readers that there is no doubt in anything I will write now.
It was some part at Mr. Riaz’s home (Mani’s father) they fixed a tent in the lane for the guests. Guests were sitting enjoying music. Ladies and girls flattered and pampered walked here and there boasting and receiving comments like usual practice about their fashion, styles dress etc.
A small fire was built on one side away from the guests to warm water for washing dishes. Water was boiling in a container. Mr. Riaz was busy giving instructions. Mani was standing there with his father.
Everything was in order. All of a sudden the water container toppled. Mani got badly burnt with water and flames. Nobody knows how did it all happen? Mr. Riaz tried to lend a hand to Mani he also got his hands burn to some extent in saving Mani. Both were taken to hospital immediately.
Every one, every neighbor went to hospital almost every day to see Mani in Burns ward except I. I have a very bad habit. I can’t see anyone in pain so I run away. It took many days to heal the wounds. When just about an inch of wound was left to be cleaned and bandaged Mani cried. The nurse asked him: “Mani why do you cry now? It’s been almost a month. You never even sighed when cleaned or changed bandage. Why now? It’s very strange” Mani replied; “It never hurt me before so I didn’t cry. Since it hurts now so I do”
The nurse went to the doctor and told him everything. The doctor also was surprised at Mani’s comments. He called Mr. Riaz to discuss. Doctor thought something wrong with Mani’s brain. So Mani’s father, doctors and nurses all asked Mani. Then Mani said, “When the water container fell over, I sat on the wall (his house wall) and I watched myself burning. I didn’t feel any pain. So I didn’t feel pain while doctors changed my dressing etc. But today I felt pain so I cried.” This hearsay spread like fire in the jungle. Every neighbor was eyewitness that Mani never complained of his soreness.
When Mani was discharged from hospital and came home, I called him. He’s a very modest and good boy. I asked him again. He repeated the same; “Aunt Tanveer, believe me I was sitting on that wall (he pointed to that wall) I saw my father helping me. I saw he burnt his hands too trying to put off fire flames from my shirt. Nothing happened to me” Then he showed me a small wound on his hand which gave him pain. I was more surprised to see body had no burning marks except for that small one.
Time passed. We got busy in our life. They moved to some other place. We had no contact after that.
Its true. Allah can do anything
Why not throw faraway umbrellas of memoirs
Why not wash our heart’s inferno in downpour
“Moth: I gave you my life.
Flame: I allowed you to kiss me.”
Our Lord !
forgive us therefore our faults,
and cover our evil deeds and make us die with the righteous.
Our Lord !
grant us good in this world and good in the hereafter,
and save us from the chastisement of the fire.
Our Lord !
Accept From Us ;
Surely Thou Art The Hearing, The Knowing
Difficult are the——-
Difficult are the values of time
Fire fetched to extinguish fire
All yearn for, to talk wisdom,
No one ready to be attentive
I can die with a word of love
Why unearth arrow to shoot
My eyes keep on inquiring this era
How much more blood to shed tears?
Time was there, gone, gone, by gone
What we lost to get hold of one person
Man is not to be trustworthy now
Snakes deputed to guard assets now
Of them only every fête is lively today,
Tales, the city has to narrate them today
Day’s spent in long to realize dreams,
But, night falls to reveal new dreams
Way friends turn into strangers Sahar,
Resilience is required turning away so
Composed by Sahar Ansari
Translated by Tanveer Rauf