Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Dam: The Picnic Spot for Hazaras ONLY

Today I visited Dam with my in laws. Dam is a water reservoir build by Pak Army in cantt area Quetta. It is not a park or amusement place "officially" but the Hazara people made it one. Due to continuous deadly attacks on hazaras they left going to famous picnic spots in Baluchistan. In good times in Quetta city Hazaras used to go to Hannah lake and village. They used to visit ziarat and Bolan picnic spots. These places had guest houses where big families used to reside for few days. These were the golden days for Hazara people. We were children when I experienced those peaceful days as a "fearless" and secure Hazara. I remember the apple orchards of Hannah Udak, the stone paved ways of mountainous area, the flowing streams of clear water, the deep and cool shades of huge trees and the visitors from all over the Pakistan. I remember the Hannah lake. It's wideness and secret tales of death always frightened me. The mystery about this lake had attracted many. I can still recall that lake side cafe where our whole family enjoyed the evening tea. We cousins were naughty and teasing each other. The traces of those golden days of fearlessness are so hard to remove from my mind. 
Today we celebrated 13 badar. It's sort of event when people of Hazara nation cook some good food and take it out to eat. It's sort of picnic event, an official one. My family cooked "Bolani". It's a traditional hazaragi sandwich made with flour dose and spinach.
The weather was clear today and when we arrived at dam we saw huge number of people there. They were happy, they were having their meals. The children were playing badminton, Cricket and riding bicycles. That was the same nation which was seated in cold January with dead bodies of their loved ones. The same children who took the portraits of their dead family members. 
I was tired, tied in to worldly affairs and almost disconnected from my inner world and myself. I saw the people and focused on my thoughts then I realised that I belong to that generation who is witnessing the change in history and behaviour of my people. 
I was admitting and admiring that we as a nation is still alive and united. We are still willing to smile and live. We are restricted to specific area in this big province of Baluchistan but we are hopeful that a day will come when Hazaras will be able to visit the apple orchards of Hannah Village once again, to meet the villagers and to explore the mysteries of Hannah lake and cool ziarat insha Allah. 





Saturday, March 8, 2014

The Fear of Losing You


I am scared ...
I am really scared of losing you...
I am not insecure 
Nor ugly...
I am just worried...
My heart is occupied with love 
But lots of fear too...
My heart is dearer to me...
But I gave it to you...
I am afraid if its broken...
I am frightened if its thrown away...
I can love 
But can I trust ??
I can trust you 
But not the world....
Will they snatch you from me?
Will they make me alone ?
Will they take my life ?
I am afraid I can't live with out you...
I am scared of losing you ...
I am not crazy but crazy about you ...
I am really scared of losing you ....

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Transformations and Preserving the "YOU"

When I see my life I see a lot of transformations. Actually its full of transformations. Today when I look back I see different versions of me. Me an occasional writer, Me as performer, Me as a team leader, Me as a follower, Me as a facilitator, Me as a well groomed daughter, Me as a focused learning house wife, Me as a helper, a motivator, a non stop speaker having a deadly silence. Me as a lover dedicating all my hours to love my soul mate. If I am asked what's the most amazing job in this world? I shall answer its discovering yourself. A single human being, every human being is a universe in itself. If you have enough time you can discover yourself. You can listen to your heart. Analyse your instincts, likes, dislikes, your true self, your disappointments, your pleasures, the pain and the courage which comes from within you. 
When I see at myself, some times I doubt there lives someone else too in me. I fight with her. Often we agree and mostly we differ. It a kind of battle, like a battle of what the world wants? and what I want?. The " I want" me is very cruel. She knows no boundaries, only the goal to achieve, her pleasures, her desires, her arrogance, her will. The " world one" me is very kind. She compromises. She sacrifices. She is submissive. She wants to please everyone except herself. The fight continues. It also happened that they both became friends and thought in a same way. It also happened that I had a tough time in realising that a transformation is must,to go on. This world urges ones to change. 
Some transformations come naturally and some of them are asked for. We change and change and change till our last breath.
I often question myself, Am I the same girl who was born crying? an infant? I question myself Am I the same girl? the school star? I google myself and ask Am I the same girl the disciplined prefect of a college? I search myself for the answer that Am I the same girl who was leading a team? 
Am I the same girl before I met the love of my life? 
Often I get the answers. Random Yes and No's but the ultimate answer is NO because you can't be the same for all your life. This world changes you, its people changes you. Many incidents and experiences changes you. We transform, all of us transforms.  Like after I got married I met a complete different "me". This version of me is more responsible, flexible, reliable and understanding.
So the question is What we should we do to preserve ourselves, the real ourselves beside changes? I think that we should adapt to changes of time since they are unavoidable but in the meanwhile one should stick to his identity and core values. I should never forget who was I? I should never forget the real "me"? The one who constantly raise his opinion whenever we are changing. Some scholar said that the constant thing in this world is "change" itself. So you can preserve the real" You" by adapting to good changes like leaving the bad habits and adapting the success leading ones. Where you go and what ever has been done to you, it should not effect ones natural thinking. The best example of worst change is when a man is killed by cops mistakenly and the murdered man's son becomes a goon to revenge the death of his father. Here a tragic event turned an innocent boy in to a criminal.
To preserve the real "you", change positively but the changes should not snatch away the innocence once you had as a child. I often say never let the child inside you die. He is your charm. I still like getting wet in the August rain. What would you like to do as an innocent child?
I have seen people who have changed a lot in the name of adapting to the worldly needs. They have changed that now they can't be recognised. I don't know why ? but I feel pity for them. I see them as travellers who have lost the traces of their destination and they dress like any convoy who passes beside them.
 I wish none of us could loss our "real" selves. I wish none of us loss our innocence, our naughtiness, our self talk, our voice, our memories.
I wish we can transform for better and even best life.
What transformed in you? Do you remember all your transformations? Do you remember the "real" you? 

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Your Way, My Way !

I Love You with all my heart 
I put all my romance in to you…
I am restless as in hell with out you…
My nights and days passing thinking of you…
I never loved anyone equal to you…
you are perfect to me 
and I am to you….
I let ya know about my feelings…
I text ya …
I mail ya…
Thinking it will keep us close..
tied to each other even if you are far away…
I know its irritating for you…
You are busy and so
focused…
thinking to build our lives wonderful 
and comfortable…
I am thankful for this…
Its your way to love..
My way of love is what i Said…
They are different….
I am trying to change…
The way I love you…
I don't know it will change or not?.
I will give at last give you what you want…
Thats understanding your way of love…
Our way of love...

Saturday, December 14, 2013

I Surrender !

GOD !
I ask you for forgiveness...
I surrender ...
I surrender myself....
I am tired...
fighting my thoughts...
fighting myself...
and People's misdeeds...
I am tired...
My shoulders are heavy...
My back is curved...
My eyes are foggy....
I am alone...
I am screaming and no ones hearing....
It feels like I buried myself..
and now I am trying to come out..
May be I am away from you...
I have traveled so far that I forgot you...
You showered me with happiness
and I cherish it too...
I thank you for that...
If I come so far from you...
Drag me back...
Hold me back..
Give me back my peace...
I surrender ...
I surrender...

love on its own

Do You Love Me?
If yes, for what?
Do I make you smile?
Do I entertain you?
What makes you keep loving me?
are you my friend?
or a supporter?
Am I your secret bearer?
Am I fulfilling your needs?
If I am not..
Will you stop loving me?
If I fell ill?
If I become boring...
If I become ugly..
and very angry...
Will you still love me?
will you be still my friend?
wil you ask for me then?
I ask you
will I be the same for you?
Is there such type of love in this world?
independent of Needs ...
Living at its own..
beyond the world...


Life is cruel

Life is cruel
and the love is two steps ahead..
Life asks for success
and Love ask for patience..
People demands their needs
and you are standing all alone...
A baby when born is so sensitive...
with little hands and tiny shoulders...
skin so soft and eyes so clear..
safe in mom's lap...
Only God knew his life..
and how's hard it will be...
those hands will have to work hard...
the tiny shoulders will have to bear the burdens..
the eyes have to cry for what they loved...
Life is cruel ..
Love is two steps ahead...
that's why the baby is born crying..
the baby is born crying....