Yesterday once more…


The depressing situation prevailing these days in the country, generally, and Karachi, particularly, has made many upset… has made them say to themselves, ‘Please, not again!‘ — I’m no exception. The firing the other night in my area was enough to convince me that there lived some man-like animals within us — they only look like human beings.

And I’m no escapist (though I confess I once was) and wouldn’t like to hide my face and think the problem’s are gone.. I would rather judge them rationally.

However, there are certain times when I would rather like to just sit in the chair silently, or lie on the bed, and listen to this song by the Carpenters which truly moves me… makes me get drifted away in thoughts and, for a short while, run away from this chaotic political hullaballoo of the country.

I have been listening to the song for the last three years now… I have loved it as much every time I listen to it. Hoping that you would like it, too, I’m giving it here along with the lyrix.

The song’s sooo simple; it’s awesome!

Enjoy. Leave a comment and tell me how you liked it.

When I was young, I’d listen to the radio

Waiting for my favorite songs

When they played I’d sing along

It made me smile

Those were such happy times, and not so long ago

How I wondered where they’d gone

But they’re back again, Just like a long lost friend

All the songs I love so well

Every sha–la–la–la, Every Woo–Woo still shines

Every sing a–ling a–ling

That they’re starting to sings so fine

When they get to the part

Where he’s breaking her heart

It can really make me cry

Just like before

It’s yesterday once more

Look in back on how it was in years gone by

And the good times that I had

Makes today seem rather sad, So much has changed

It was songs of love that I would sing to them

And I memorize each world

Those old melodies, Still sound so good to me

As they melt the years away

Every sha–la–la–la, Every woo–woo still shines

Every sing a–ling a–ling, That they’re starting to sing so fine

All my best memories come back really to me

Some can even make me cry, Just like before

It’s yesterday once more

Every sha–la–la–la, Every woo–woo still shines

Every sing a–ling a–ling, That they’re starting to sing so fine

Every sha–la–la–la , Every woo–woo still shines

Every sing a–ling a–ling, That they’re starting to sing so fine

 

Pakistan: Oppression of nations in full swing!


بـــي  مــوت   مُــئــا ،  تـو لاءِ ڪُــٺـــا انـســان هــزاريــن مــان نــه رڳـــو،
هـــــن  دنـيـا  ۾  اي  ديــس !  هُـيـا  نــادان  هــزاريــن  مــان  نــه  رڳــو .

Deeply shocked, I strongly condemn the barbaric killing of three Baloch nationalist leaders, Ghulam Mohammad Baloch, Sher Mohammad Baloch and Lala Muneer Baloch, by Pakistan’s intelligence agencies. They were kidnapped from the office of their solicitor about a week before they were killed brutally.

Another incident which has uncovered the ugly face of Pakistan’s intelligence agencies which have been involved in killing of thousands of people of the country. However, their rage falls more on the ones who raise voice against victimization of their land and struggle for the rights of their people. Samiullah Kalhoro, a Sindhi nationalist, also fell prey to the same monster not many years back. Dr. Safdar Sarki remained in illegal detention by the intelligence agencies. He was released when the SC took notice of his disappearance.

The martyred Baloch leaders had been quite active in the struggle against the operation in their land carried out by the Pakistani military for the last many years. Several Baloch people have been killed and many arrested by the agencies.

Who can forget the case of Zarina Mari?

The only ‘crime’ they commit is that they speaks against the victimization of their people, land and natural resources. They, like Sindhis, want the ownership of their natural resources and wish to utilize them for the welfare and development of their people. Is this a crime?

Pakistan is — let’s face it — a country where nations have always been oppressed in the name of (one-)nationhood and religion! However, the malicious intentions of the controllers of the country have been uncovered and the world has started paying heed to the cries coming out from the lands of Sindhi and Baloch nations.

Martyrs are the people who die fighting for the rights of their land and their people; all other definitions are faulty and misguiding!

Every martyr challenges the killers in the following words of Shaikh Ayaz:

تون چئه نه ڪُڇان، تُو ن چئه نه لُڇان، پر توکان هڪڙي ڳالهه پڇان؟
تُون ڪنهن ڪنهن کي خاموش  ڪندين؟ اعلان هزارين مان نه رڳو!

I reiterate my words and condemn severly killing of the three brave nationalists. However, I believe, there are thousands of such brilliant people who would not hesitate to die in the name of their land… I salute those sons of the soil!

Purity of love par excellence


Life was not as beautiful before – it’s true!

With as beautiful and heavenly nature as you have, you have always made me realize that evil should perish from this world… that all should join hands to save innocence and beauty from being scratched… that truth will be blinding bright in this gloomy world, if it is here somewhere…

It was never before that I could see the colors so bright and vibrant before you stepped into my life… Never was a chance that I could really understand the difference between love and ‘not-love’…

I know I cannot justify it, but it’s true: you are so good and pure that the rest of the world – comparatively – seems ugly and impure!!

I would even not dither to sell my soul to see that exquisite beam on your godlike face, O Beauty!

Your love has made me forget almost the entire universe! Yet, I wish to bask in your heavenly love adorned with simplicity even more… I hope my plea won’t go unanswered!

Amnesty International titled him ‘Prisoner of Conscience’

Saiin GM Syed

Highlights of life of legendary, Saain GM Syed.

Saeen G. M. [Syed was] son of Syed Mohammed Shah Kazmi, descendant of a famous saint of Sindh, Syed Haider Shah Kazmi, of whose mausoleum, he [was] the Sajjada-nashin. He was born at the village Sann in Dadu District, Sindh, on January 17, 1904. His father passed away when he was only sixteen months old. He has had no formal schooling. Whatever he learnt was self-tutored. By dint of hard work, he attained mastery over Sindhi and English languages. He was also conversant with Arabic and Persian languages. History, Philosophy and Political science were his favorite subjects of study.

  • At an early age of fourteen years, he started his career as an activist.
  • In 1919 he became Chairman of School Board of his own Tahsil.
  • Subsequently, he was elected as a President of Karachi District Local Board in 1929. He later became its President.
  • In 1930, he organized Sindh Hari (peasants) Conference and became its Secretary.
  • In 1937, he was for the first time elected a member of Sindh Legislative Assembly.
  • In 1938, he joined the All-India Muslim League. In 1940, he became Minister of Education in Sindh.
  • In 1941, he became one of the members of the Central Committee of the Muslim League.
  • In 1943, he became President of Sindh Muslim League.
  • In 1944, he played a pivotal role in politics and got a resolution passed in the Sindh Assembly in favor of Pakistan, which was the pioneer resolution of its kind in the whole of undivided India.
  • In 1946, conditions compelled him to dissociate from the Muslim League, and formed a new party named Progressive Muslim League. The same year he was elected as leader of the Coalition Party in the Sindh Assembly.
  • In 1954, he acted as Chairman of Sindhi Adabi Board.
  • In 1955, he played an active part in the formation of Pakistan National Party.
  • In 1966, he founded Bazm-e-Soofia-e Sindh.
  • In 1969, he formed Sindh United Front.
  • Getting disappointed from All-Pakistan national politics, he founded in 1973 the ‘Jeay Sindh’ movement.

Mr. Syed is the author of more than sixty five (65) books. His books are on numerous subjects, ranging from literature to politics, religion and culture etc. He was himself a mystic had a lot of love and regard for mystics of all faiths. Besides being a man of immense learning, Mr. Syed possesses a personality that was graceful and poised. Highly cultured and refined manners, hospitality and geniality were the two glaring traits of his character. Wit and humor were the keynotes of his personality. He respected all genuine difference of opinions. For decades, Sindh and Sindhi people had constituted the center of his interest and activity, and all his love energies were devoted to their good. GM Syed proposed the Pakistan Resolution, 1940 in the Sindh Assembly, which ultimately resulted in the creation of Pakistan. However, he became the first political prisoner of Pakistan because of his differences with the leadership of the country, as he believed that they had deceived the Sindhis.

In 1971 , disappointed with the national politics, GM Syed found no option but to demand the Right of Self Determination for the people of Sindh. Mr. G.M. Syed is founder of ‘JEAY SINDH’ Movement which is aimed at achieving SINDHUDESH. For his bold expression of opinion and views after the creation o Pakistan, he was been kept either in jail-or in solitary confinement for the: period of more than 30 years.

On 19th January 1992, GM Syed was put under house arrest and his house was declared a sub-jail. He has been detained without trial until his death and has been adopted “Prisoner of Conscience” by Amnesty International (ASA 33/WU02/94).

Taken from http://www.sindhudesh.com/gmsyed/syed-bio.htm

The Eternal!

Following is the shair of a Sindhi poet, Juman Darbadar, that Saeen GM Syed would like a lot:

!وٺي هر هر جنم وربو، مٺا مهراڻ ۾ ملبوTranslation (literal): Taking life after life, o dear! we’ll return to meet in Mehran (Sindh); Darkness will disappear, (and) we’ll meet in brightness (when there’ll be peace and prosperity)!

May Truth prevail!


Turn to the Sufis of Sindh; they’ll help you out!

PAKISTAN IN PERIL

by: William Dalrymple, The New York Review of Books

(An excerpt)

A third factor, which Rashid does not discuss in this book, is somehow finding a way to stop the madrasa- inspired and Saudi-financed advance of Wahhabi Islam, which is directly linked to the spread of anti-Western radicalization. On my last visit to Pakistan, it was very clear that while the Wahhabi-dominated North-West was on the verge of falling under the sway of the Taliban, the same was not true of the Sufi-dominated province of Sindh, which currently is quieter and safer than it has been for some time. Here in southern Pakistan, on the Indian border, Sufi Islam continues to act as a powerful defense against the puritanical fundamentalist Islam of the Wahhabi mullahs, which supports intolerance of all other faiths.

Visiting the popular Sufi shrine of Sehwan in Sindh last month, I was astonished by the strength of feeling expressed against the mullahs by the Sindhis who look to their great saints such as Lal Shabaz Qalander for guidance, and hate the Wahhabis who criticize the popular Islam of the Sufi saints as a form of shirk, or heresy: “All these mullahs should be damned,” said one old Sufi I talked to in the shrine. “They read their books but they never understand the true message of love that the prophet preached. Men so blind as them cannot even see the shining sun.” A friend who visited shortly before me met a young man from Swat, in the North-West Frontier Province, who said he had considered joining the militants, but their anti-Sufi attitude had put him off: “No one can deny us our respected saints of God,” he said.

The Saudis have invested intensively in Wahhabi madrasas in the North-West Frontier Province and Punjab, with dramatic effect, radically changing the religious culture of an entire region. The tolerant Sufi culture of Sindh has been able to defy this imported Wahhabi radicalism. The politically moderating effect of Sufism was recently described in a RAND Corporation report recommending support for Sufism as an “open, intellectual interpretation of Islam.” Here is an entirely indigenous and homegrown Islamic resistance movement to fundamentalism, with deep roots in South Asian culture. Its importance cannot be overestimated. Could it have a political effect in a country still dominated by military forces that continue to fund and train jihadi groups? It is one of the few sources of hope left in the increasingly bleak political landscape of this strategically crucial country.

To read the full text cick here Truth Out, Pakistan in Peril

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Good to be with you,
With you in a grassy meadow.
‘it was good to look for the streams of harmony,
Good to try to find out a shadow.
As to take refuge from the hell,
You asked to flee away from this evil world,
To a place so serene and calm
Where loving are animals, loving every bird.
With you, I viewed the life from a different angle
Created a different perspective of universe
Of love, of peace, of life
I got, vague are our actions, ambiguous our gestures.
Ill-mannered we all are! Evil our wishes
Being sincere, I wanna see you in pain
And you wish to see me in trouble
All that we say about ourselves is in vain.
But now, o amigo!, I’m indifferent to this envious world
Let’s make a decision, let’s fly
Let this cruel world on its own,
Let’s get liberated; let’s die! 

I wrote this poem when I was studying at college. (Giving it here ‘as-is’.) It was also published in Young World. I know it doesn’t meet the requirements of feet and meters of English Poetry. :) Read it for fun!

Feel the difference!


Translation:

You praise (your beloved’s) beautiful tresses, I speak about the untidy hair (of the poor);

You listen to the (the sweet) songs of Cuckoo, I hear many children moaning because of hunger!

I believe, like Keats, that Poetry cannot be translated; if translated, it loses its essential beauty. So, in order to understand, and enjoy, poetry, we must learn that language.