Posts Tagged ‘hope’
If hope of morning lessens at any instant
Life, scared embraces dreams of evening
With evening, the ache for you deepens
Darkness of the gloomy night extends everywhere
If heart’s ice doesn’t soften,
Then life’s river will condense,
Like a stream with little water
Which promptings have settled in the hearts?
That even today wakes me up suddenly at night
One step staggering off course
Can transform the speed of history
Seeing books and copies drenched in blood
Seeing how our future is going to waste
Nobody to play games in school now
Saddened eyes see blood-spattered sight
No words to describe the horrible incident,
Mothers are symbol of shelter; saw them scared
Insomniac fathers and disturbed mothers
They remember their lost child’s mischief
Brave are the ones, who silently endured,
Sighs and sorrows of bereaved mothers;
Even today we’re engaged in our thoughts
Consider one so desolate and broken down
If mind and rapport is broken into pieces
We’ll only be saddened and feel sorrow;
The incident is agonizing and vulnerable
What a pity, no words to bear or comfort
Speechless, with heads down with shame,
Look up to see the sky in belief and hope
What more to write, pen doesn’t support
The sky shedding bloody tears as well
I have no relation with you
Not any vow or bonding
Any promise any contact?
No expectation, no hope
Thou aren’t in charge of me
Thou aren’t reliant on me
You belong to other land
Me the native of other land
Your views vary from others
Mine differ utterly from others
You’re not mine, not in any way
Why then have do i sense that
without You, my being is deficient
تجھ سے میرا کوئی رشتہ تو نہیں
کوئی بندھن کوئی وعدہ تو نہیں
کوئی پیمان ،کوئی ربط نہیں
کوئی امید نہیں،آس نہیں
تیرا ذمہ نہیں میری ہستی
میرا مرہون نہں تیرا وجود
تو کسی اور نگرکا باسی
میں کسی اور جہاں کی مخلوق
تیرے افکار جدا ہیں سب سے
میرے اطوار الگ ہیں سب سے
تو میرا کوئی نہیں، کچھ بھی نہیں
پھر بھی جانے مجھے احساس ہے کیوں
کہ ترے بن میری تکمیل نہیں ۔۔۔۔
O’ winds listen!
O’ milieu listen!
My little, innocent, dear
Son is lost somewhere;
Trust me! Trust me!
On the land, in the sky
Where on earth he isL
He stepped out of home, for
School, with a small satchel
And, lots of childish wishes;
Hugging him, I used to tell him
My love, you’re, hope of the land
Fostering I nourished him myself;
Sang lullabies to make him sleep
That beloved, is lost somewhere
Trust me! Trust me!
Search for him please!
Tell him, his mother’s waiting
For him on doorstep, since long
She’s desperate to see him;
Ask him if, he’s angry with me,
Tell him, I’ll hum him lullaby
Search for him please!
Hearing mother’s plea, the sky
Shed tears, the earth sobbed;
Silently they whispered,
Forget him, forget him, as thy
Little darling son, is no more;
He is dead
He’s been shot dead!
Dedicated to all innocent children who were brutally shot dead recently in a school in USA, and many others who were killed by drone attacks or by street killers around the world
Though, I’ve no relation with you,
No bonding, no oath whatever
No undertaking, not any union,
No hope, nor any anticipation,
Thou are never by me, at any jiffy
My being is not thy responsibility,
Thy self is not dependable on me,
You are habit- ant of some other land
I’m from some other terrain’s soul;
Your insight is different from others,
Mine ways, unlike from the entire
You are not mine, nothing at all
Even then, don’t know why assume
That without you, I’m imperfect
tujh se mera koi rishta to naheen,
koi bandhan koi wadaah to naheen,
koi paimaan koi rabt naheen ,
koi umeed naheen aas naheen,
to kisi dam bhi mere paas naheen,
tera zimma naheen meri hasti,
mera merhoon naheen tera wajood,
tu kisi aur nagar ka baasi,
main kisi aur jahan ki makhlooq,
tere afkaar juda hain sab se,
mere atwaar alag hain sab se,
tu mera koi naheen,kutch bhi naheen,
phir bhi jaane mujhe ehsaas hai kiyun,
KE TERE BIN MERI TAKMEEL NAHEEN.
I was absorbed thinking about some topic to write on when all of a sudden the telephone bell disrupted me.
My old friend Sabiha was on the phone. It was pleasant surprise to hear her. Both of us being occupied with our chores didn’t meet for quite long so we set time to meet at her home on Saturday evening.
Sabiha greeted me with same warm smile like always.
The environment she has created in her home is very comfortable and pleasant. One feels at ease and at home in her simple but artistically set home. She not only a good cook is a very amiable host too. Home made munchies with fruit were set on the table to enjoy our friendly heart-to-heart talk.
She is serving as an Administrator in a school run by a reputed NGO.
I told her about my freelance writing.
Sabiha was surprised when I told her that I would take her interview. She tried to avoid it as she is very serene and never likes to be in glare of publicity. Her point of view was that she is not a famous lady or belongs to any political party, has influential status or media persona.
Who would be interested to read?
But I insisted to unveil her life story just to encourage other hundreds of ladies like herself
who may possibly follow her footsteps and live with bliss self-confidence and opulence.
Elite class has means and sources and does not face the bitterness of life as common people do, so they need to be encouraged. Her talk can be a landmark for one or many. Every one is born with a purpose set by Almighty so Sabiha may provide a path to follow or inspire some to boost up their moral.
Sabiha modestly agreed to unveil her struggles and turmoil, which she carried like yoke on her shoulders after her husband’s demise till date.
I requested her to answer my questions in line with the sequence.
Tanveer: when and where were you born Sabiha?
Sabiha: with a smile and taking a sip of coffee she replied that she is Virgo and was born in Karachi on 19th September.
Tanveer: will you please enlighten us about your educational credentials?
Sabiha: I did B.Sc fromGovt.P.E.C.HCollege
Tanveer: I remember you got married somewhere in early 80’s
Sabiha: you are right Tanveer I got married just after two days of Valentine’s Day i.e. on 16th February 1981
Tanveer: what are your sons Babar, Umair and Sair doing now?
Sabiha: All three sons masha Allah graduated from LUMS. Two of them are married. I have one grand daughter too.
Tanveer: you were a very submissive type of a girl. How did your husband’s death influence you?
Sabiha” My husband’s death taught me that I had strength I was unaware of. With widowhood came the surfacing of an inner self. I have learned, though it took a few years, that pain is a natural part of living. We grow by losing n leaving and letting go.
Tanveer: I am impressed with your practical approach towards life. Would you share how your husband died?
Unfortunately he got heart attack on 8th May and breathed his last on 9thMay 1993.
Tanveer: how will you put it in your words now
Sabiha: In every new experience happy or sad there is need to let go of what WAS until we do that, we can’t appreciate what’s IS.
Tanveer: Bravo! I never knew my dear friend that you have become so matured a lady now. (I was, moved and astonished by her courage to face life so daringly.)
Sabiha: The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched.
They must be felt with the heart.
Tanveer: I recollect you worked as teacher in a school too
Sabiha: Yes I served Hamdard for 11 years. I worked in two shifts in Hamdard to make my ends meet for all 3 sons were studying. I worked in Hamdard village school in evening shift along with morning shift.
Tanveer: how was your experience inVillageSchool?
Sabiha: Tanveer I observed poverty very closely there and felt the agony of appetite, poverty and poor health.
Being sailing in the same boat I could only alleviate poor students with my kind words and care. I gained their love, trust and heart felt gratification that I treasure a lot.
Tanveer: would you mind if I ask you something personal Sabiha?
Sabiha: smilingly she said, in a hot, dry season, a tiny drop of kindness makes the world healthier and more hopeful. Tanveer dear your company is a pleasure for me so you can ask me anything!
Tanveer: was your salary enough to execute your requirements?
Sabiha: To be honest no. I believe in dignity of labor and have no reservations in saying that I gave coaching in the evening, sew and designed dresses and bed sheets and exhibit them for sale. I got what I did in return for good mind, good finds.
Tanveer: Did you face any problem with authorized departments?
Sabiha: would you believe me Tanveer that departments like KDA, PTCL, KESC, POLICE all helped and solved my troubles with kindness and respect even so they have no high-quality repute. But where there is a will there is a way. I trust Allah so I over came all hindrances.
Tanveer: you are right Sabiha; God helps those who help them selves.
Tanveer: any message for readers?
Sabiha: My message for one n all is to please give time to yourself along with people around you. Enjoy life, as it is beautiful gift of God.
You never repay who help you in your trip through life, but you can pass on the payment. It will give you inner peace.
” Nothing is ever lost what I learned I put to use somewhere else”
Tanveer: Why did you not remarry nor do you miss partner?
Sabiha: I did not remarry for stepfather is crueler. He lacks endurance. He fails to tolerate forgive any shortcomings of other man’s children. Hence I sacrificed for my children’s’ betterment.
How ever one needs a companion to share pains and gains.
Tanveer: Thank you Sabiha for your time and enriching me with your positive and consistent efforts to enjoy the colors of life. God BLESS YOU.