Faith

Lets turn to brief on dastoori dharna....truly heartening...The Eid congregation with Maulana sahib leading prayers....except for turncoats a massive presence and prayers....

I wonder if during all these 50 odd days they had prayed to Almighty Allah five times a day with same lead...instead of dancing and calling one leader's name.....The slogan could have been short lived...

Guess we still lack The needed Faith in power of One and only Allah.

Floods reality....

What had started as "Azadi and Inqilabi" march, appears turning into....one "luxury" stay at capital hills!...in wake of, torrential KPK rains,human losses to disastrous Punjab floods.....Hey IK..what about sharing miseries of your troubled fellow countrymen?....face the reality head-on before trying to make your dream come true.....suspend whatever "good" you are trying to do...and get to something more needed right now....bring SKM medical team at floods..lead your workers in rescue work...send that old frail KPK CM back where he belongs....

Is there any info on IK visiting injured during clashes with police at dharna or condoling the killings and deaths by brutal Punjab police....I wonder as some other people may too....he is totally lost in his obsession of "will not leave until nawaz resigns"....he did left once....for PIMS? guess not!!! he had gone for some workout of some sort! but not relating to those 500 injured he mentioned during his latest speech...just couple of hrs back!...so what if he never gets there? I mean his personal dream of "PM Imran will not lie" ....To me all seems " business as usual for the "change leader"! leading from "the back"? where its leading to?

Revolution in containers....

IK must take another fall……A bleeding scalp or a broken leg….only can take him to finish line!......For respectable Qadri Sahib….all have seen his bare chest….its time for him to embrace shahda……only way his followers will get what they have sit-in for……combined,both leaders can stay inside container for life….eating sleeping and on routine basis shouting…go go go……for another year……all around them will…but “he won’t” …….

And what about Hashmi?....he has already suffered CVA once….which has transformed him into a self centered mad………Mein or meri jambhoriat ki eisi ki………

Nostalgia creeping in........The civil disobedience movement of Gandhi and so many....an old intention of some kind of revolution for a new Pakistan.....A third one!.....so will it culminate in same ....The bifurcation...before even it gets going......The End...very depressing and disappointing show,after such tall claims.....

Why it had to climax in such a low key manner....one reason...IK was not there with his workers when it mattered the most....either watching a test between old India and colonial British Empire, running away when attacked at Gujranwala or staying with the crowd in rain all the way......

Should have kept his sons on that container with him...like so many sleeping with their mumms down on Islamabad roads.....could have took the number to 2 million ...I am sure....contradiction again on IK's part......

so my vote and prayers go with...poor gathered crowd....may Allah come for their rescue ..as only his supreme power is clean of all contradictions...

by the way...I have...for some reasons disobeyed...unpaid power and gas bills....so what if "they" come to cut-off my vital supplies/will IK et all be there for rescue?....at Bani Gala or Bani Gali!

Now war has entered our lives

By Tazeen Razi

“Remember when…?”

Conversations began

Like that, past the twilight hour,

The morn rang in silent chimes

Of peace

And frilled words

Were but impossibilities.

The night was just nigh

But never there —

The day was a way

To put flowers in your hair.

Remember when

Boxed contraptions never yelled

Numbers without names,

Dying places calling out

To be saved —

Directions to roads

That were never paved.

The world was just a world;

The people, only human

A life was just a life

Bereft of any demon.

میں یہ کس کے نام لکھوں ،جو علم گزر رہے ہیں ،
میرے شہر جل رہے ہیں ،میرے لوگ مر رہے ہیں


کوئی غنچہ ہو کے گل ہو ،کوئی شاخ ہو شجر ہو ،
وہ ہوائے گلستان ہے ،کہ سبھی بکھر رہے  ہیں


کبھی رحمتیں تھی نازل اسی کھیتیئے  زمیں  پر ،
وہی کھیتیے زمیں ہے کہ عذاب اتر رہے ہیں


وہی طائروں کی جھرمٹ جو ہوا  میں جھولتے  تھے  ،
وہ فضا کو دیکھتے ہیں تو اب  آہ بھر  رہے ہیں


بڑی آرزو  تھی  ہمکو،نیۓ خواب دیکھنے کی ،
سو اب اپنی زندگی میں نیے خواب بھر رہے ہیں


کوئی اور تو نہیں ہے  پس  خنجر   آزمائی،
ہم ہی قتل ہو رہے ہیں ،ہم ہی قتل کر رہے  ہیں


  جناب عبید اللہ علیم