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Oh this stormy night and heavy rain,

Rumbling wind, ogling lighting and rain

Darkness prevail all sides and all around

Stillness swallowed up life’s bustle all around,

The clouds floating and hovering in the sky

Trees and leaves sway below my window pane

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آہ! یہ بارانی رات

مینہ، ہوا، طوفان، رقص، صاعقات

شش جہت پر تیرگی امڈی ہوئ

ایک سناٹے میں گم بزم گاہ حادثات

آسماں پر بادلوں کے قافلے یڑتے ہوئے

اور مری کھڑکی کے نیچے کانپتے پیڑوں کی بات

 

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We are living on an island, having

Unfathomable Ocean on three sides,

And a dense forest on its fourth side,

None came back who went to seek its base!

The trees found here are bare with no leaves,

The fruit that grow on them are as big as heads,

All the birds on this island are voiceless,

Miseries   like wriggling dreams, keep us alive

For the forthcoming days and trial

Seeing a sailing boat from far-off,

We scream in excitement waving hands

And quietly lay down with the setting sun

The stars sing unheard songs to our women

They vanish like one more world with rising sun

It’s all like a dream for us, hidden unknown!

Contented we were with little food

And bodies adorned with leaves

Who discovered the reason of our bareness?

No one would ever know,

 If our children never asked

Every night, we make a boat in dream

That sails smoothly on water far away

And die away like dream with the rising sun

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 A small modest village was there

With few lamps and more darkness

Houses few but trees more there

That kept them back in the distance

As loneliness widespread everywhere

My lonely heart only breathed there

Isolation was beyond ancient time

So I couldn’t dream in limited time

How could I think of you beloved?

How could I envision you beloved?

My fondness was beyond my reach

How could I expose it my beloved

My dreams too had certain limits

How my dreams could cross limits

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سپنا آگے جاتا کیسے“

چھوٹا سا اک گاؤں تھا جس میں
دیے تھے کم اور بہت اندھیرا

بہت شجر تھے تھوڑے گھر تھے
جن کو تھا دوری نے گھیرا

اتنی بڑی تنہائی تھی جس میں
جاگتا رھتا تھا ، دل میرا

بہت قدیم فراق تھا جس میں
ایک مقرر حد سے آگے
سوچ نہ سکتا تھا دل میرا

ایسی صُورت میں پھر دل کو
دھیان آتا کس خواب میں تیرا ؟؟

راز جو حد سے باھر میں تھا
اپنا آپ دکھاتا کیسے
سپنے کی بھی حد تھی آخر
سپنا آگے جاتا کیسے ؟؟

”منیر نیازی“

 

Chota Sa Ak Gaoon Tha Jis Main
Diyay Thay Kam Or Bohat Andhera
Bohat Shajer Thay Thoray Ghar Thay
Jin Ko Tha Doori Nay Ghera
Itne Bari Tanhaee Thi Jis Main
Jagta Rahta Tha Dil Mera
Bohat Qadeem Faraq Tha Jis Main
Ak Muqarar Hadd Say Aagay
Soch Na Sakta Tha Dil Mera
Ease Sourat Main Pher Dil Ko
Dheyaan Aata Kis Khowab Main Tera
Raaz Jo Hadd Say Baher Main Tha
Apna Aap Dekhata Kesay
Sapnay Ke Bhi Hadd Thi Aakher
Sapna Aagay Jata Kesay

Munir Niazi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“I am the seed of all existence. There is no being, moving or still, that exists without Me”

The world is like a beautiful painting or a musical symphony. We might know how the colors are mixed on the canvas or how the musical instruments are played in the orchestra, but that does not help us to appreciate the beauty of the picture or the music that is produced, or the inner meaning which the artist or composer has given it.  All of life, from the universe itself down to the individual trees and seeds and the very earth is full of the divine purpose of God, the artist and creator behind it.

The best teacher of teachers is but Allah.  He taught names of all that exists to Hazrat Adam. Then Adam passed his knowledge to others.

To spread knowledge and for character building, prophets were sent. Some Prophets were given some scriptures to educate people to believe in oneness of Allah to behave modestly and to create a peaceful environment.

Every prophet was associated with a tree. Trees are used for meditation and spiritual empowerment. The Prophets and saints under the trees and enlightened the folk. A sahabi tree is still there. A documentary was made on it too. It stand in the desert alone providing peace to the travelers. It was planted by the Prophet Hazrat Muhammad (p.b.u.h).

  It is interesting to learn that tree is a symbol of a teacher. Like a tree provides shade, fruits, wood, in short every part of a tree is for the benefit. So is a teacher. Nothing can be learnt without a teacher. Books are tools not teacher. Trees not only cater human beings but animals and other plants too. They play a great role in spreading beauty harmony and peace in the world. They clean the air and the atmosphere. A banyan tree is the best example of spreading beauty, shade and shelter for existence.

There’s a Shanti Nagar university in Bangladesh. Students learn music and arts in the shades on the trees. As a tree gives soothing affect to eyes and serenity to heart, so does a teacher to human mind and soul.

Some of the humane teachers have taken the responsibility of promoting peace in their city and plan to expand and spread it worldwide. Teach for Peace is their motto.

Hence the conclusion is that teachers along with other like mind people can bring peace making the planet earth a beautiful place live and cherish

 

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“Accept the children the way we accept trees—with gratitude, because they are a blessing—but do not have expectations or desires. You don’t expect trees to change; you love them as they are.”
― Isabel Allende

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Basically I’m very obedient by nature. My mother like all mothers used to teach me DOS and DONTS and ethics of life. Hence she told me once that one should never give year to anyone else’s talking or try to peep and seek what others say or do. She further said that such people who intervene, sneak or spy others will go to hell. Being a very obedient child I promised to obey religiously to what she said. And believe me, I did.

It was a beautiful spring morning of Peshawar in 1966. Peshawar blooms and booms in spring season. Flowers, colors, freshness and fragrance enthrall the life of humans and animals equally. Birds twitter, butterflies flutter and cool gentle wind engross the heart and soul.

I was going to my college as my normal routine every day. I was in 11th grade. I had walked a few yards from my house when I heard a group of people following me, talking something to each other. Though I know Pashto very well and could have easily understood their conversation but, as I was told and taught never to listen, what others talk so I ignored.  But, after few minutes or moments to be exact, they walked faster than I and crossed me. I didn’t know what their intention was. The mall road was empty. It was me only who was seen on the road or that group of people wearing big white shawls.  They walked hurriedly and not more than 200   yards from me they stopped in front of Air Force Officers Residential Mess. One of them setting the stain gun opened the burst at the old shivering man who was hiding behind the tree. The begging old man died immediately. It was some rivalry case. It was in the newspaper the next day.

Stupid as ever I stood there with them. Then all of a sudden I remembered that one should sit   or bend down to save from the firing bullets. So I bent down and moved toward the side of the Mess. I saw an open kitchen. The milk was boiling and was just about to overflow the pot. I quickly switched off the stove.  A school boy of around ten years of age came to me saying; “What are you doing here. Come with me. You are the only girl here and they have seen you. Aren’t you scared?” He taking me to a family living in that Mess asked the lady to let me stay with them until the men left. But the lady was wise or miser I don’t know. She refused to let me stay in their home as I was the only eye witness and could be under observation. So she asked me leave at once. I had no option so went to my uncle’s home, which was very far from there.

By the way I was not scared a bit J

There was no way to inform my home about me. They all were worried as the firing was clearly heard. Many people hid themselves in our lawn behind the trees and in flower beds, as no one had the least idea of the happening.

I was followed by those men daily while going to college. They waited outside my college. My principal called my sister in law and asked her to send me somewhere as I was the only eye witness so the killers feared if I may not report to the police. I enjoyed at my cousin’s home for ten days. No studies no books, no tests no worries. Every one tried to make me happy and relax. When those people felt relieved that I was not a danger for them they stopped following me. The college studies and tests started once again and life got back to normal.

 

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“Hey Titu, what on earth are you doing here?” asked Aunt Fox. “Do you know how far you are from the place where your mother Titu is?”

Aunt Fox did not seem happy with Titu, as she knew that Titu is a carefree child of her friend Pomi.

Titu was puzzled and scared too. He told Aunt Fox that he had lost his way.

Titu’s eyes were cast down on the ground out of shame. Then he asked Aunt Fox pointing towards the black stripes. “Aunt is it anaconda lying here? Will it swallow me up?”

Aunt Fox looked at the black iron stripes and laughed at Titu’s foolishness

“It is not anaconda Titu. It’s the rail track for the trains to run on it?”

“Track for trains?” “What is a train?”

Aunt Fox was about to explain when a small squeak was heard. It was Chuchu the rat wishing aunt fox.

Aunt Fox introduced Titu and Chuchu with each other.

“Where are you coming from or going to Chuchu?”

Chuchu: “Oh Aunt! What to say, I had high time in train. Last week I went to city with some of my friends in train. We ate lots of delicious things. Some children had cheese pizza, garlic bread and peanut biscuits in their basket. Luckily it was my birthday too that day so we friends enjoyed the feast. The children found the next morning that their food was nibbled and munched.”  “We enjoyed their anger and hunger.”

Titu was listening to Chuchu’s talk with keen interest. He asked Chuchu and Aunt Fox about the train. Aunt Fox briefly told him about the train.

Titu: “Chuchu have you really traveled in a train?”

Chuchu nodded his small head proudly.

Chuchu: “I very often moved in trains sometimes alone at times with my friends. When I miss my family, I come back home. The journey in train is very exciting and thrilling. I have seen many places and eaten variety of eatables in the train.”

Titu requested Chuchu to take him too next time when he goes in a train.

Chuchu: “you—- and train—-“he looked at Aunt Fox that was also smiling at Titu’s request. Chuchu laughed sarcastically.

Titu felt insulted and asked the reason for their laugh. “What have I said so funny that both of you are laughing at me?”

Chuchu said that he only laughed at his innocence. “You are so huge in size Titu dear that you can’t get on train unnoticed or unseen”

Aunt Fox: “Chuchu is right Titu. “I also got on train sneakily, though Chuchu had warned me. I felt so excited to see hens, birds, ducks, pigeons, sparrows and quails in webbed crates with strings and cords.” I got my mouth watery to see them.”

Aunt Fox stopped and breathing deeply stared in the space.

Titu gazed aunt in waiting to know the details.

After a pause aunt fox said gloomily that she was just thinking to ask Chuchu to bite the cords so she may do justice and eat some birds. But then guessing the gestures of Aunt Fox, the ducks quacked, birds twittered, pigeons fussed, hens clucked and sparrows chirped loudly drawing the attention of the keepers.

“Before I could hide myself anywhere, the keeper hit me hard with a shaft on my back.  Though it has been years now but the pain reminds me of the incidence every year in winter. It hurts badly in winter.”

Titu: “my dear Aunt Fox you are so small in size and posture that could not stand one thrash of the stick. I am so huge and strong an elephant. So what if I am a baby elephant. Will you take me for a train ride Chuchu please?”

Titu’s constant requests compelled Chuchu to take him for a train ride.

One day a cargo train stopped far from the station.

Chuchu, his friends and Titu rushed to the spot.

Titu s somehow managed to get on the train.

Chuchu and his friends hid themselves in holes and arcs.

Fortunately Titu escaped onlookers’ eyes too.

The shrill of the honk frightened Titu but Chuchu consoled. Chuchu told Titu that honk is the signal that train is going to be in motion.

 

As the train started to run, Titu enjoyed the cool breeze, speedily passing by human beings, trees, mountains and lakes. He felt in high spirits watching everything, which he had never dreamt of.

It was new experience for him.

They heard a honk again. Chuchu told Titu that the train would slow down to be stationed. Titu felt strange why everyone looked at him in wonder. After short while people started gathering near their section. Titu felt proud and overwhelmed to see so many watching him. He thought that as he is the first elephant ever traveled in train so he’s been looked at.

Within no time the crowd scattered and uniformed men came with heavy strong ropes, chains, net and a crane. Titu did not know what was to come next when he was grabbed, tied with ropes, chained and loaded in a gigantic truck. The truck moved to one direction leaving the onlookers amused and confused at the same time.


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