Entertainment ke liye kuch bhi karega

“Entertainment ke liye kuch bhi karega” , a talent-hunt show aired by the sony TV a few days ago presented something that stupefied me and turned me frenzy to write-up this stuff. It was a squad of five kashmiri exquisite women in their showy kashmiri outfit and were going to exhibit the kashmiri folk dance.

In the beginning as the announcement was made regarding the participation of the Kashmir’s in the show I was dumb-founded beating up my mind and thinking how can someone partake in such a program and at such an odd time when the entire valley is burning. Okay I appreciate with the idea of enhancing our cultural folk but it was really a bad idea to cultivate our culture. Furthermore it was a potboiler performance and that too with some indecent remarks. At present when debates and intelligent conversations are being held regarding the present tribulations in Kashmir with a really applauding participation of the valleyites, a decent mind can’t expect such a feeble-minded event. Surely the combo might have earned the glory of “FULL ON” plus some 11k bucks and might have won millions of hearts across the country but I as kashmiri son won’t give a red cent for this poor opinion. There is one more reason for my frustration that’s their indecent attitude shown by the lady in the show in the scared month of Ramadan. On one hand all the kashmiri Muslim brethren were beseeching for Allah`s mercy in Ramadan-ul-Mubarak and concurrently the other face was so cheap as these blockheads were mocking with the celebrities. Let me add my point over here that is they have no right for letting us down by presenting a shameful and humiliating concert at a time when all the Kashmir is bleeding without a sign of abatement. I salute the young delegation comprising some brainy students from IUST who debated boldly on a TV channel and boycotted to have a snapshot with the Political giants of Delhi in resistance to the genocide of innocent kashmiris. And I can you on one thing that these pompous eves would have left no stone unturned if they would have also got a single chance for a photo session with the bollywood idols. The young students representing the Kashmir in worldwide talks could really act as a food for thought for these ostentatious women or the like who forgot that in kashmiri culture there is one thing far important than presenting “RauF” and that is their Austerity. I failed to understand and I couldn’t find any space to use an English phrase which goes like this “A woman`s place is in her home”. But here at this juncture it befits the most.


Lo! I realize the importance of modernization of women in the present era but unfortunately most of the ladies have mistaken the term “modernization ” as something about trendy outfits and grandiose stuff but in true it is something eternal perhaps a mindful conscience. The crux of the matter is to heed my dear sisters and my mothers to realize that their only identity of being a kashmiri women is that she is holier- than-thou.

The saintly night that made me to cry out

Al-Qadr, the holy night of blessings and peace was full on in its best benevolent and generous view with Allah (SWT) showering His blessing to His very Ummah and Angels waiting desperately to deliver Allah`s glad tidings to the God-fearing people. As goes a hadith shareef:-

Narrated By Abu Huraira: Allah's Apostle said, "Whoever establishes the prayers on the night of QADR out of sincere faith and hoping to attain Allah's rewards (not to show off) then all his past sins will be forgiven."

Search Text : QADR.

Vol 1, Book 2. Belief.

Hadith 034. (Shahi Bukhari)

So I also took the very opportunity to grab the benediction and the blessings of Allah (swt) and moved on to the Masjid-e-shareef in a fever pitched state for beseeching mercy from my lord. The Masjid was in its best glory, fully bulged with my muslim brethren and fortunately I also got myself adjusted somewhere on the third storey. Very soon the ‘Taraweeh Nimaz’ started and lasted for about two hours and with that it was 1`o`clock in the midnight. Soon after the ‘Taraweeh Nimaz’ was over we had a relaxation for having some refreshment. 

As soon as we steped out of the masjid we heard half a dozen rounds of gun shots from a nearby area and with that the moment turned into a hullabaloo for a while. But the frantic interruption in the event couldn`t trouble the holy night because of the extreme fanaticism in the crowd and very soon everyone was stable. After the break Imam Sahib started the relic lecture quoting Qur`anic verses and sahih hadith. As I arrived back in the mosque I found myself in a weepy environment with everyone in tears. Everyone in the gathering seemed to be in pursuit of Allah`s mercy for purifying their blacken hearts with the divine illumination. This turned me too to holler on my sins and I realized I was so weak-kneed before my Mighty lord. Every single nimaazi was weeping blood from his eyes and the reasons were many. On one side People were busy in washing their souls with the tears from their heart to immaculate themselves and on the other side the present pain and gory in Kashmir forced the tears to fall from their eyes. I could clearly feel the broken hearts and the disturbed souls around my presence. Everyone was supplicating in a murmuring way perhaps because People realized that verily the night is Holier-than-thou as is rightly versed in Holy Quran:-

“Laylatu alqadri khayrun min alfi shahrin ”

The night of Al-qadr is better than a thousand months(i.e. worshiping Allah in that night is better than worshiping him a thousand months )

…Surah 97 Aya 3

I guess this verse from the glorious Quran was in everyone`s mind and all were crying for chiseling away their sinful and wicked past. People`s suffering and frustration on account of the atrocities was very vivid from the scenario. Anyone could easily read the contents of their disturbed minds and wounded hearts. It was all about Kashmir.

Just a moment before starting the nimaaz-e-witr(the last three rakats) Imam sahib started some “Dua” (supplications). Now it was around 3am and everyone was feeling very tired and sleepy and as such I and most like me were just repeating “Aameen” in response to each Dua with a damping energy in a sluggish manner but as soon as Molvi sahib uttered the dua “Bharatas shikas” and some more like “Aazaadi” the entire masjid reverberated with a loud “Aameen” as if everyone had got rejuvenated by something like supernatural energy. Now all of us stood up for the ‘witr’ prayer and the bewail atmosphere engulfed us again in the last ‘Raka`t’. As we stated the ‘Dua’ in the last ‘raka`t’ of the ‘witr’ prayer no one could hold his tears and very soon the environment turned to bemoan. ‘Iman sahib’ recited the ‘Dua’ in Arabic and likewise all the followers iterated “Aameen” in response. I was also a part of such followers so I too kept repeating “Aameen” like a yes-man without understanding the meaning of the ‘Dua’. But all what I comprehend from the ‘DUA’ was some phrases that included a term I am well aware of i.e.“Kashmir” and I recognized that the ‘Imam sahib’ might have included some special ‘duas’ for Kashmir for ending the present crisis. I failed to understand anything beyond the term “Kashmir” but that was far enough for me and others like me to cry with pain and distress and to burst away the frustration and suffocation in the form of bloody tears. The ‘Dua’ lasted for about 20 min and during that time I was lost in some nostalgia of my bleeding Kashmir as if someone has roll backed the time to the unfortunate and frightful past. During the trance, I recollected every single innocent victim of the atrocities of agony and fury from the Indian forces. I felt the pain of young ‘Tufail Mattoo’ and the other tots like him who tasted the unpleasant face of death in a very brutal way. I also saw Asiya and Neelofar crying for justice yet I hadn’t ever seen them in my reality. I remember they were chanting in a howling way “Save the daughters of the valley” and something like “protect their modesty from the aliens”. Further I heard the yelling sounds of the eight year old tiny kid who was beaten to death by the black aliens with broken ribs. It was the most horrible scene. In the meantime I forgot about seeking forgiveness for my sinful past but the only thing that kept circulating my head was the rueful story of the unfortunate victims of Kashmir affliction. I kept yowling and crying loudly perhaps to allay my sorrows to some extent. Everyone like me mourned the trauma we are under. Soon ‘Imam sahib’ ended the ‘Dua’ and everyone was alleviated in one way or the other. But this was not the end since the level of distress was not so small to get relieved so soon. The situation soon turned into a mourning site as we prostrated for the second and the last ‘Sajda’ of the ‘Witr’ before Allah Almighty which lasted for about 20 minutes yes I repeat a single ‘sajda’ of 20 minutes. And this was the incident that marked the importance of the whole night and maintained the course of cries and tears. Every single eye was washed with tears and no one was there in the relic congressing that was not yelling. Everyone despite of the age and the level of god consciousness was equally crying out and I felt everything was blackout. At one time I thought why ‘Imam sahib’ is not responding from the prostration because I hadn’t ever realized such a mawkish situation in my life. I thought as if he might have turned unconscious or so. But very soon his painful cries turned my opinion wrong. The microphone was catching the howling sounds from the wailing men and it seemed like people had turned mad. All this turned the event into a sorrowful occasion as if everyone was mourning for someone`s death (God forbid). Finally the ‘Nimaz’ finished with peace and everyone got relieved to some extent from the heartaches and despair. Very soon as people were moving out for their residences, a curfew announcement was made and soon people fastened to their homes. As people were coming frantically out of the mosque I thought of enumerating the incredible crowd. It was really an inestimable mass in the congressional prayers. I hadn’t ever seen such an Armstrong number of devotees in a mosque ever in my 20 years lifespan. It marked one important thing and that is it was not a call from any hardliner or the like but the call was directly from the divinely body and no one was left behind from partaking in the sacred occasion. I guess this was a much better option to get way with the tension than to vent out the anger on the streets perhaps because in the mosque there is a mindful hearing-body whereas on the streets the “Azaadi” pleas only meet the deaf ears without a healthy mindset. At last I hope what we prayed to Allah Almighty about Kashmir would soon be met and the lid to the unprovoked killings will soon be closed for ever and the dream of Azadi will soon come to be true INSHA`ALLAH . Furthermore the Prayers for the Bereaved would soon be filled and peace will soon kiss the valley Insha’Allah because history is evident of the fact that every cloud has a silver lining. Let’s also hope for Allah`s mercy and compassion…”Amen”.

The Hapless CM..

"Omar pays obeisance at Khawaja`s Dargah for pacifying the bleeding paradise." This was the news published in GK that stupefied me. A naive reader may be praising the youngest CM for his very gentle concern about the valley but in truth Little Abdullah couldn`t control the present crisis in Kashmir anymore so he approached the Dargah of khawaja Moinuddin Chasti as if Khawaja sahib would get resurrected from his sacred grave and restore peace in the valley like a messiah. But in true hapless Omar sahib didnt knew what khawaja sahib might be thinking from within his tomb. Verily he`ll be cursing the fabricators of the present tribulation in the valley of which the Abdullah commune share a major fraction. The very news racked my brain to recollect a nice saying that nearer the church the farther from the god.

A call that turned me frantic…

15^th of august, last year; it was the same heyday for India, the Independence day. Tring Tring!! My cell phone rang. An old Indian friend was calling me and before uttering the typical  Hello! she felicitated me “Happy Independence day, Dear Wajid!”.  For a while I was totally dumbfounded, thinking how to react with my mouth frozen and running out of words as if she had jammed my jugular vein. Unable to answer her properly I changed my tune and the course of conversation. Soon as I hung-up her call, something turned me frantic and left me in a helter-skelter situation.

So in order to burst away my frustration and draw the reasons for such a weird reaction of mine, I took up my pen and started to decode the contents of my disturbed head on the paper. I penned as how I could accept something which I never realized since I never felt independent in a nation which claims to be independent. Every now and then I see my brethren suffocating out of the toxic attitude of the so called largest democracy of the world. I further wondered as how I could celebrate the day after watching colossal of my valley mates openly murdered and humiliated. From my very first breath I took in Kashmir, I have seen my valley under the fencing of stress, agony and pogrom only. It has been gifted with terms like curfews, crackdowns, humiliation and fear. Even a newborn prior to hearing the first Azan, his tender ears have to hear only painful screams and sounds of blasting fires, unfortunately.  
   

Now knowing this entire please give me one good reason for celebrating the 15^th august, not to talk of 14th August. Even Mahatma Gandhi in 1920, in protest to the JallianWalla Bagh massacre, returned back his noblest award of Kaiser-i-Hind to the British which he had received in 1915 for his work in South Africa, saying "How can one accept something from a regime that kills your brothers on one side and commiserates them with awards on the other side."

Truly speaking the majority of the Kashmiris don't know the word "independence", so needless to talk about it. Another fraction carries a vision-impaired brainless romance for Pakistan while only a minor fraction sings the Indian National Anthem with pride.
Now the parting shot: A question for all those who think Kashmiris should celebrate the I’ day of India or Pakistan:  why the streets in Kashmir look deserted every year on red letter day of 15^th august when the whole Indian nation is celebrating on the streets?

To conclude I would feel contended to present my heartiest felicitations to both Indian and Pakistani nations  for their respective heydays but I  am sorry I can’t celebrate your big days here in Kashmir because the day I’ll celebrate is yet to born. I can only dream of no jackboots, no curfews, no check points and no barbered wires. Now am I really free? I think I will die finding an answer to this bewilderment.

P.S. Requesting to be excused for any emotional sting..PEACE!!!

_ _ بے- بسے – کشمیر _ _

Note:-this poem of me is dedicated to all those innocents who became victims of the tribulations in Kashmir....Abdul Wajid

        _ _ بے- بسے – کشمیر _ _



خداء نے بیجا تھا بناکے جنت جسکو۔۔۔


یۂ کسنے جہنم بنایا ہے اسکو۔






بہتی تھی کبھی باغ میں بہاریں۔۔۔


ابتو بس خون کی ہی ندیاں بہنے لگیں ہیں۔






پہاڑوں میں گونجتے تھے امن کے ترانے۔۔۔


اب تو بس چیخوں سے برے روتے فسانے۔






وہ برف سے سجی وادی یاد ہے تحکو۔۔۔


اب تو بس دءاں ہی دءاں نظر آرہا ہے۔






بستے تھے جسمیں ہندو اورمسلمان ۔۔۔


رہ گۓ اب تو بس مردے ‍قبرستان۔






بے فکر نکلتا تھا غریب گھر سے۔۔۔


لوٹ آوءں واپس یۂ ایک سوال بن گیا ہے۔






اسمتیں محفوظ تھیں کیا گھر کیا باہر۔


اب تو کدرداں ہی لٹیرے بنے جارہے ہیں۔۔






ھاتھوں میں لیکر قلم ہم مستقبل سوارتے تھے۔


اب تو اٹھاکے پتھر تواریکھیں لکھی جارہی ہیں۔۔






سنا تھا کھلونوں سے برا ہوتا ہے بـچپن۔


یہاں تو بندوک کی نوک پے جیے جارہے ہیں۔۔






آزادی ہوتی ہے کیا ہم بھی تو دیکھیں۔


ہم بھی تو انسان ہیں،کھلی سانس لیکے ذرا ہم بھی تو دیکھیں۔۔






سنا تھا کۂ کربلا میں ہویے تھے شہید۔


یہاں تو ہر گھر سے نکلتا ہے جنازا غریب کا۔۔۔






چلتی تھی حکومتۂ مغل-و-ڑوگرا یہاپے کبھی۔


اب تو نظامۂ مسطفا کا دور آگیا ہے۔۔۔






چیئن سے سوئیے ہیں ہند- و- پاکستان۔


مر مر کے جیتا ہے کشمیر کا انسان۔۔۔






٭٭عبدل واجد٭٭

A journey from Heaven to Hell

KASHMIRbleeds...



Once called as Heaven Kashmir for it was winsome.

Now Hell is the word that suits its gruesome.



Heavenly waters rolled down the Hill.

Now only blood flows across the rill.



Papa left home with satisfaction.

Now will he return is the only question?





Shadows of the chinar provided some relief.

Now the shades of the guns fill all with grief


Do you remember the snow covered December?

Now only agony goes all along the year.



The land was sacred for the Deities of all.

Now only martyrs fill its stall.



One corpse body was carried by four.

Now the ratio inverted by one: four.



Soldiers were deployed cfor the safety of the crowd.

Now they wash their bloody hands with the common man`s shroud.



Once the valley echoed with laughter.

Now everyone yells for the daily slaughter.



Excursions picnics all were amused.

Now the valley looks totally bruised.



Fountainhead was it for all the love and peace.

Now it’s the Hot-bed for all the row and feirce.



Be it a Hindu or a Muslim it meant for every creation.

Now the map got changed with adult demarkations.



No fury was there as there was no gangster.

Now people took to streets throwing stones on the monster.



Paths blossomed with greens and flowers.

Now wires lie over as stumling blocks.



Intellectuals of the wold wake up from the slumber.

Genocide is going in every nook and corner.





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