Remembering the victims of earthquake 2005

Below here is a re-post of a poem I wrote sometimes back in rememberance of the victims of the catastrophic October 8th 2005 earthquake. The biggest natural calamity of our times that took lives of thousands and shattering those of millions. Both the parts of Kashmir along with the Balakot and Mansehra district were the worst affected areas.

The calamity united the Pakistani masses in the efforts of relief and rehabilitation of the affected people. Wonderous tales of sacrifices and philanthropy emerged out of the tragedy. People from as far as Karachi moved to help their misery-stricken countrymen. Generous support, both financial and technical poured in from outside the country. Now after the lapse of three years when the rehabilitation of the affectees is near to completion one cannot forget the ones who lost their lives in the most unfortunate way. May their souls rest in eternal peace!

Somewhere there were dreams fragile,
Somewhere there was life with a smile,

The smile faded, life gone,
The dreams became unknown,

Let us think, let us ponder
Let us wake from the slumber,

Let us build again a paradize,
For the remains of those with a sad demise,

Look at the child sitting in the rubble,
Teary eyed, caged heart, breathing with a ruttle

The child deprived of pen and paper,
Let us educate him to prosper

What if they are on the recieving side,
We are here to restore their pride

We’ll rebuild their world again,
And will share all their pain

Happy Independence Day!

The nation Pakistan is celebrating its Jashn-e-Azaadi today. The day reminds us the sacrifices our ancestors rendered to make freedom a possibility. All these passed years, a lot has happened to the body politic and the concept behind the creation of Pakistan. We lost our eastern part besides experiencing lots of cracks in our unity and cohesion as a nation courtesy a plethora of reasons yet one doesn’t lose hope whenever one sees the passion and spirit of Pakistanis each year on 14th August.

To me todays celebrations were really heart warming as we are finding our nation faced with a challenge of survival courtesy the inner and outer threats. Seeing people flocking the roads of Rawalpindi and Islamabad to express their emotions towards Pakistan has been a great relief as it refreshed my belief in the Patriotism of a common Pakistani. With the reiteration of our connection with this pure land we will surely be successful to repel the propaganda of cynics that we can no longer survive together.

May Allah Preserve the unity of Pakistan and may we come out of this quagmire of challenges unperturbed! Amin!

Pakistan .. Jiyo hazaro’n sal!

A dual challenge!

The honest toilers; our ancestors,
collected the stones thrown at them,
and the mud slung at them, to build a house.
They mixed the ingredients with their
sweat and their blood; the color of love
To make it a home.

A few seeds of mistrust evolved into trees of
contempt in the hearts of the second generation.
And with the help of neighbors
they themselves erected a wall of separation.

The nameplate of my home which used to
read, ‘unity’ is rusted and withered since long.
Suspicion crept into our yard and settled
in every corner of the square as if
measuring a division.

I can hear the footsteps of aliens fast
approaching our home, and I’m faced
with a dual challenge; of repairing the
storm lashed doors and of wiping all
the germs of contempt.

I’ll keep the forces of ‘division’ at bay
‘Its a negative process’ said a mathematician.