Stop ‘Cruelty’ in the name of ‘Religion’

Whoever digs a pit will fall into it; if someone rolls a stone, it will roll back on them. If you set a trap for others, you will get caught in it yourself. If you roll a boulder down on others, it will crush you instead.

The Frankenstein West has created with the help of Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, other Middle East royals and Israel is seeking the blood of its creators. It has now gone totally out of control and taking the toll of the innocent lives around the globe without discrimination and with impunity.

In Qatif, a famous oasis mainly populated by Shia minority of Saudi Arabia,  two suicide bombers blew themselves up one after the other outside the Faraj Al-Omran Mosque. No casualties were reported. A witness said a car bomb was detonated near the mosque, which was followed by a suicide attack just before 7 p.m. Police have launched an investigation into the attack.

It would be interesting to recall that Daesh had carried out a series of bombing and shooting attacks in Saudi Arabia since 2014 that have killed scores of people, mostly Shiites and members of the security services. In January, a suicide bomber attacked a mosque in Al-Ahsa, killing four people before worshippers disarmed and tied up an accomplice who had shot at them. In October last year, a gunman opened fire on worshippers in Qatif, killing five people before he was shot dead by police.

The attacks against Shia Minority continue with the connivance of WAHABI establishment that is the running the country.

And in Jeddah,before that at 2:15 a.m., a suicide bomber blew himself up near the US Consulate in Jeddah. Security officers confronted him as he moved suspiciously at a parking lot of the Dr. Soliman Fakeih Hospital. Two policemen were wounded lightly in the attack. The bomber was name as Abdullah Qalzar Khan, an expat from Pakistan, who lived in Jeddah with his wife and her parents and came to the country 12 years ago to work as a private driver. Photos taken from the scene showed the bomber’s body dismembered by the blast.

After, Istanbul, Dacca and Baghdad, the Daish, Al Qaida or any other name of terrorists outfits you may recall, have targeted the holiest site of Islamic world. Four policemen were killed and five others were injured in Madinah when a suicide bomber struck in the vicinity of a police post outside the Prophet’s Mosque, according to the interior ministry.

The bombing took place in a parking lot between the city court and the mosque, visited by millions every year. When security officials became suspicious of an individual who was heading to the Prophet’s Mosque they approached him resulting in him triggering his explosive belt killing four of the officers and injuring others. Saudi-owned al-Arabiya television said an initial death toll from the Medina blast included three suicide bombers and two security forces officers.

A video sent to Reuters by a witness to the aftermath of the Medina bombing showed a large blaze among parked cars in the fading evening light, with a sound of sirens in the background. Videos circulated on social media showed a car burning and at least two security officers lying on the ground and two others lay crumpled near a burning car. The bomber also died in the attack, which took place at the time of iftar. No worshipper was injured in the attack, said a press correspondent from the scene. The blast came after mosques were targeted in both Jeddah and Qatif.

It seems to be coordinated campaign of attacks by the so-called Islamic Terrorists around the globe to revenge heir defeat in Iraq and Syria. The attacks all seem to have been timed to coincide with the approach of Eid al-Fitr, the holiday that celebrates the end of the fast.

Naim Naqvi

Did his graduation in Science discipline from AMU in 1972-73. He was Secretary of University Ali Society in 1970 and M.M. Hall Literary Society in early 70 's and member of Tayyabji Literary Society. Did his Diploma in Bakery Administration from HTT College Oxford Street London in 1987. Worked with National Herald - Delhi, Blitz - Bombay as Trainee Journalist and in Production Department with 'Naya Sansar Pictures' of Khwaja Ahmed Abbas at Bombay in early 70's. Traveled for study and training purposes to Germany, U.K., Switzerland, France, Dubai, Oman, AbuDhabi, Bahrain and Philepines.

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God doesn’t play dice with the Universe

On 19th March, 2016 my wife met a road accident. She was coming down from a chemist shop with her friend. Both of them were hit in the rear by a juvenile driving the bike. Both of them fell down unconscious on the road for minutes. The driver escaped. My wife got compound fracture in her feet. Her friend got internal injuries in neck and back. Exactly one month later, near the same spot, I was hit by another juvenile driver and got identical fracture in my foot. It was real pain. According to the Orthopedic surgeon, mine is a bit more serious injury it would take longer to heal.

The saving grace was that boy who hit me didn’t run away. He behaved responsibly and was there with me till I came back home. He had also apologized sincerely and I refused to accept any financial assistance despite his insistence. Usually I don’t share the personal physical eventualities to bother others but as so many of my friends are inquiring about my relative absence from Facebook and other social media, I have to keep them abreast. I’m a strong believer of the cliché – ‘whatever happens, happens for the best.’ Allama Eqbal has said –

“Mout to zindagi ka waqfa hai, yani aage barhen ge dum dekar.”

Death is only a stop gap moment in the continuity of Life. It connotes that we have to move ahead after a pause. I believe also – if something is lotted in the scheme of God, I can’t blot it. Albert Einstein had famously said “God does not play dice with the universe.” Despite what we have been led to believe about coincidences and synchronicities (namely that they are little more than chance), is not quite the whole picture. The fact of the matter is that these serendipitous events hold much more meaning than we often give them credit for. We live in an intelligent, responsive, multidimensional universe.

A synchronicity is more than just a coincidence, it is divine providence and a little hint from the cosmos that there is more going on than meets the eye. At some time or another it’s happened to all of us. For most mainstream scientists, experiences like this, however strange and recurrent, are nothing but lawful expressions of chance, a creation — not of the divine or mystical — but of simply that which is possible. Ignorance of natural law, they argue, causes us to fall prey to superstitious thinking, inventing supernatural causes where none exist. Many see coincidences as embedded in a higher, transcendental force, a cosmic “glue,” as it were, which binds random events together in a meaningful and coherent pattern. Mathematician Warren Weaver, in his book, Lady Luck: The Theory of Probability, recounts a fascinating tale of coincidence that stretches our traditional notions of chance to their breaking point. The story originally appeared in Life magazine.

Weaver writes:
“All fifteen members of a church choir in Beatrice, Nebraska, due at practice at 7:20, were late on the evening of March 1, 1950. The minister and his wife and daughter had one reason (his wife delayed to iron the daughter’s dress) one girl waited to finish a geometry problem; one couldn’t start her car; two lingered to hear the end of an especially exciting radio program; one mother and daughter were late because the mother had to call the daughter twice to wake her from a nap; and so on.

The reasons seemed rather ordinary. But there were ten separate and quite unconnected reasons for the lateness of the fifteen persons. It was rather fortunate that none of the fifteen arrived on time at 7:20, for at 7:25 the church building was destroyed in an explosion. The members of the choir, Life reported, wondered if their delay was “an act of God.”

Naim Naqvi

Did his graduation in Science discipline from AMU in 1972-73. He was Secretary of University Ali Society in 1970 and M.M. Hall Literary Society in early 70 's and member of Tayyabji Literary Society. Did his Diploma in Bakery Administration from HTT College Oxford Street London in 1987. Worked with National Herald - Delhi, Blitz - Bombay as Trainee Journalist and in Production Department with 'Naya Sansar Pictures' of Khwaja Ahmed Abbas at Bombay in early 70's. Traveled for study and training purposes to Germany, U.K., Switzerland, France, Dubai, Oman, AbuDhabi, Bahrain and Philepines.

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Indian Muslims and Independence Day

For the first time since India’s Independence in 1947, there is no palpable Muslim representation in the majority party. Of the 283 Bhartiya Janata Party members elected to India’s new Parliament, there’s not a single Muslim representative. The lack of representation, combined with Mr. Modi’s image as a hardliner Hindu politician, has caused fear and concern in the Muslim community. You talk to any informed Muslim and he feels a sort of ostracized from the main stream. Never before a whole community felt so isolated and confused.

Following is the gist of reports gathered from several confirmed reports at different times by different organization:

It is a well-known fact that since independence, the Indian Muslims are being systematically and increasingly marginalized in the affairs of  their own homeland. Soon after the independence, various states and territories were reorganized splitting the minority dominated areas in parts and absorbing them in different states with a view to reducing their influence and making it difficult for them to win in any election. In Jammu and Kashmir is the only state where Muslims are in majority. India is a vocal advocate of secularism but nowhere else in the world secularism was so blatantly betrayed. It was expected that in an independent India, Hindu fanaticism will completely evaporate. Long before independence, Moulana Azad had said, “I firmly hold that it (communal frenzy) will disappear when India assumes the responsibility of her own destiny.” In so-called secular India, Azad’s hope was not only belied but Hindu fanaticism gained enormous strength and that also under the direct patronage of the government. The Congress party, which ruled India for over six decades, instead of making any effort to contain Hindu fundamentalism, did everything for its nourishment. Just after becoming the first President of independent India, Dr. Rajendra Prasad removed from the Rashtrapati Bhavan (President’s House) all the Muslims who were working there. There are thousands of examples which show how secularism is being betrayed in India. Secularism was betrayed by the federal State government by covertly becoming a party to the demolition of the Babari Masjid.

The socio-economic conditions of the Muslim community of India present a dismal picture. The Muslims are deprived of due representation in public employment even at the lowest level. The representation of the Muslims in various Ministries is approaching to zero. Muslims are also failing to avail the equal opportunity in the private sector. The literacy level of the Muslim community is much below the average level of India. The school enrolment level of the Muslim children is also very low. Because of the hurdles at the lower level of education, the share of Muslim students at higher and professional level is also much below the national level of India.

In ‘secular’ India, schools and other educational institutions are being systematically saffronized with Hindu culture incorporating glorification of Hindu mythological characters. Collective singing of Vande Matram of Bankim Chaterjee is almost an established tradition. Urdu is the language of about 62 per cent of the Indian Muslims and has the richest Islamic literature among Indian languages in all fields of learning. As a part of their efforts to obliterate the cultural entity of the Muslims, both the Central Government and the Governments of the States seem to do whatever is possible to strangle this language and deny it all opportunities of existence and growth. It is virtually banished from all the schools run by the Government.

There are symptoms that space of Free Speech is shrinking in the democracy of Nehru and Gandhi. Not long ago, the famous book ‘The Hindus: An Alternative History’ by the academic Wendy Doniger was declared offensive towards their religion by a small hardline Hindu group and , forcing the mighty conglomerate publisher ‘Penguin’ were forced withdraw and pulp the book. In the aftermath of this episode two authors asked the publisher to cancel contracts and pulp their books, too, a move called “unprecedented” by one Indian newspaper. In the same period, a mob calling itself the Hindu Sena (Hindu Army), burnt copies of Caravan, the Delhi-based magazine, over an interview with a Hindu extremist.

The famous brave writer activist Arundhati Roy, an intellectual with a conscience, declared the withdrawl of the book as an act of succumbing to “fascists” forces. Liberals in India feel under strain and than ever before about the right to expression as religious groups increasingly are flexing their muscles. Many fear that Hindu Fundamentalists are further emboldened as Modi, their most demagogic leader is elected prime minister.

Hindu fundamentalism has been given a new name – Hindutva. Their concept of  “Hindu nationalism is built on the idea that India is a Hindu majoritarian nation, with Muslims and Christians cast as the minority, ‘other’.” RSS’ Hindutva says that India should be an exclusive Hindu nation state.

Today, Narndra Modi is the elected Prime Minister of India and he is a firm believer in RSS ideology. He did never hide his commitment to RSS ideology. A large part of Modi’s popularity comes from his message that Gujarat can be a beacon for India’s economic development. He talked tirelessly about his Gujarati pride. I don’t know how to recall my Muslim Pride.

So, while we celebrate the Independence Day with gusto in company of our countrymen, we have a lot of reasons to feel  estranged in our own house.

Naim Naqvi

Did his graduation in Science discipline from AMU in 1972-73. He was Secretary of University Ali Society in 1970 and M.M. Hall Literary Society in early 70 's and member of Tayyabji Literary Society. Did his Diploma in Bakery Administration from HTT College Oxford Street London in 1987. Worked with National Herald - Delhi, Blitz - Bombay as Trainee Journalist and in Production Department with 'Naya Sansar Pictures' of Khwaja Ahmed Abbas at Bombay in early 70's. Traveled for study and training purposes to Germany, U.K., Switzerland, France, Dubai, Oman, AbuDhabi, Bahrain and Philepines.

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As the Candle Burns

Part – 1

Our’s was not such an advance society but we were a mixed gathering usually consisted juniors and seniors of all ages of our mohalla and used to sit together and enjoy under the shadows of Neem and Pilkhan trees that had survived the edge of blade. While senior ladies were there as guardians, our old men avoided such flirtations of joviality and preferred to inhabit the ‘Dewankhanas’ with hubble bubble in their free time. All used to enjoy the ropes and swings in spring as the pleasant breeze blew and forced the branches of Pilkhan and Neem trees to dance in all gyrations.


It was pleasant day of a festival and we were enjoying our own chorus of folk songs meant for the occasion. Good singer among us were valued but quality of singing was not the strict standard.  Fruit buds of Pilkhan, known as ‘Tushtis’ were dropping from the tree as the wind blew. Some of these tushtis made a wafting fall from the tree and landed at the tress of Zahabiya’s head and got entangled in the cascade of her auburn hair. Standing a short distance, a handsome boy Yavar gathered the instant courage and showed the audacity to brush them off from her hair before the full view with his shivering hand. Zahabiya didn’t take umbrage against this acts of valor and the first arrow of Cupid struck the right place. For months Yavar was finding himself innocently and emotionally attracted toward the girl as she rolled the Bidis from the bamboo platter known as Soof. Yavar considered it was the most beautiful frame of ‘beauty in action’ that he could ever capture upon earth. Liberty had its limits and it was not expected or accepted to express the feeling in a romantic prelude. All nuptial matters were the sole prerogatives of elders.

Zahabiya hated the smell of smoke and abhorred the smokers style also. She often looked up at the sky with hope and prayer that one day Allah would ask someone to remove this platter from her lap, full of scorching tobacco and green leaves which would pile up before her everyday to make a living.

Part – 2

The Clock Tower is one that doesn’t sleep. Three bells rang and echoed about in the overwhelming solitude of darkness. For Yavar sleep was a commodity snatched away from him for weeks. The marriage celebration in the ‘Upper Hill’ was slowly acquiring low decibels and tired participants were also falling sleep. Few stray shouts, low tide laughs and falling of some utensils could only be heard.

He got up from his bed and set down on a wooden platform, his elbows resting at his knees and his lopping head tumbled on the parallel palms, his fingers wide splayed and inserted into the strings of his disheveled hair. His eyes were shut and he was looking at the floor in the dark.

Someone placed a hand with a soft touch. Mom was standing before him. “Yaver try to sleep and let others also sleep. More than half of the night is already passed.” Request, concern and command of a mother all rolled into an appeal of love. She gave a glass of water and asked him to drink. Yavar took the water and poured into his mouth, half falling on his shirt and rest spilling over his mouth and some of it going into his throat straight. He begged mother to sit down.

“Ma…”
“Yes Yavar….”
“Have I ever been disrespectful to you ?”
“Who said that ? No.”
“Have I ever been hard upon you ? Have I ever been unkind with you ?”
“Never.”
“Were you not the one who loved me the most after my God. Were you not the one who had sacrificed her youth to bring us up after father’s death ?”
“It was my duty.”
“Were you not the kindest of mother upon earth ?”
“I don’t know.”
“I know it mother. Then why did you inflict the sharpest of the cut upon the sapling you had planted ?”
She pulled his head to her bosom and kissed his cheek.
“Yavar..”
“Yes mom…”
“Do you believe in religion?
“Yes mom….but not much as you do. Of course I’m a believer.”
“The Holy Book says you must obey your parents’ the holy traditions say that marriage is always suitable in the families of HUM KUFF.”
“What does Hum Kuff mean mom ?”
“It means equality in status of both the families who are joining in marriage. I know more of this world than you know. I know what is good for you and what is bad. My hair has not turned grey in the sun. I can’t allow my son to marry a girl which would be a stigma for the grace for a family I’d sacrificed my everything.”
“But Zahabiya is one of us mom. Her family is related to us. Zahabiya is not a loose character mom.”
“Did I say that? I know his father was a senior officer when he prematurely died of heart attack. Her mom messed up everything including the name and left-over fortunes. Now she is not respected in the company of Bidi winders of Bidi rollers. I didn’t compromise with the family honor when your father died. I went door to door and asked if someone wanted the kids to learn Quran. I maintained my dignity and brought up you all in toughest times.”

“Mom…”
“Yes Yaver……”
“But is was none of Zahabiya’s fault.”
“In our society faults percolated down the generations and I’d not designed this society.”
“Mom, you knew I loved Zahabiya. I promised you that I shall help their whole family to rise up. Mom…a rising tide raises all boats. I’d promised you that I would be that rising tide.”
“Yaver, a rising tide brings back a lot of silt and garbage also. You are still immature, inexperienced and innocent. In your age love is a passing emotion of the weak, a misguided spell, an ephemeral idea. And now what is left to discuss ? She is going to Pakistan on Thursday. Today MEHNDI and RATJAGA (celebration before the wedding night) both are over.”
‘Mom…”
“Yes Yaver……”
“I still love Zahabiya…”
“Your love would be a sin from tomorrow once she is tied in religion with her husband.”
“Mom…”
“Yes Yave….”
“Pious love could never be a sin mom.”
“There is no any such thing as pious love between the man and women if they are not related by blood and still…………”

“But mom, once you also liked Zahabiya”
“Liking doesn’t mean that I would invite her to be my daughter- in- law. I like Taj Mahal but it doesn’t mean that I want my grave to be there in it.”
She wiped the tears from Yavar’s eye with her dopatta and kissed again the face of her son.
“Mom…”
“Yes Yavar….”
“Zahabiya is poor but she is elegant, she is different, she is respected by everyone.”
“It is a cliché now. Now she is getting married to a very good boy from our own relations. The boy is a good employee in a big company in Karachi. Oh God I’m so thankful to you as you have managed the situation for everyone’s satisfaction. Not for nothing the seniors of the family are loved and respected for their sagacity and wisdom, their powers of command and their farsightedness. Now you have not to worry about her future. She would have all the comforts. Happy Life & Safe Distance.”

“Mom…”
“Yes yaver….”
“You were never that cruel.”
“I’m still unknown to the word ‘cruelty.’
“Than what its mom ?”
“Discretion…which is always the better part of valour.”
“Mom it was my life and I were to live with her.”
‘But it was your life, with God’s grace, I’d given to you.”

The sound of Express Train passing over the River Soat bombed the discussion. It trundled past over the bridge and Yavar recalled the night when in his childhood the same sound had disturbed him and asked his father as to why the sound becomes so intense when the trains passes over the bridge. It was silence after the noise now receded and gone. But now there was again a emotional atom bomb that exploded between mother and son.

Someone in the neighborhood was begging to join for the last GHAZAL of the night.
“Get up babies, just one last song and then there would be the Azan (Morning Prayer) time….I’m making the nice tea with cardamom and mint.”
The host organizer was no other than Zahabiya’s mother. Yaver and mother were silent and now they could listen the chorus.

“Jo dil ke pas hote hain woh kaheen jaya naheen karte,
Mohabbat karne wale ghum se ghabraya naheen karte…”

Those who are near to heart they never disappear, those who love, sorrows make them never fear. Each and every line of Ghazal was repeated again. It was the third time that the rendition of the same ghazal was done in the wedding house.
‘Yaver…”
“Yes Mom……”
‘It is time to pray. Go to mosque.”
‘Yes Mom….”

Everyone in the house was sleeping when he returned from the prayers. This morning he just recited the Arabic in silence. He didn’t ask God for anything. He went to his room and after some time the sleep visited him.

Part – 3

Around 10 A.M. Abiha, his cousin sister and friend stepped into his room. She was 5 autmuns senior to him. She sat down on the chair lying next to his bed. She put her hand at his forehead. It was wet with sweat. The warmth of fingers were known to Yaver. He put hands over her ringed fingers.

“Baji…”
“Yes Yaver….”
“I’d never bargained for it.”
“All that happens, happens for the best Yavar.”
“No baji, is there still a way to invent and apply the time machine ?”
“No Yavar. Our society is too powerful, our parents are too strong and our guardians are too strict.”
“Baji….”
“Yes Yavar…”
“Zahabiya will go Pakistan on Thursday ?”
“Yes Yavar.”
“What is the day today ?”
“Tuesday…”
“Baji..”
“She has never read Urdu. She speaks Urdu but she writes Hindi.”
“She is not going to write you a letter Yavar…”
“Yes Baji…..’
“Tempus fugit…”
“Time flows Yavar. Did you listen the last song of the night ?”
“Yes baji. It was a message for you that Zahabiya had requested her mother to convey through ghazal. Life is the precious gift of God. You are not allowed to destroy it for the sake of one girl.

Meanwhile, Yaver’s mother entered in a delicate gait. She took another chair and sat down.
Both the children got up in respect and sat down after salams.
“yavar…”
“Yes mom….”
‘I’ve sent a telegram to your uncle that you are coming to Bombay.”
“Yes mom….”
“You go by the earliest train from here for Delhi and from Delhi you can a catch an early flight. The ticket is only Rs 440 /-.”
“Yes Mom.”
“All the items and clothes you need are packed. I’ve talked your boss. He has asked you to report after a fortnight.”
‘Yes mom.”

When the breakfast was over, one could hear the trot of a horse. A tonga reported at the door for station. Someone put his bag and suitcase in the carriage. He looked around his house. He felt he was deserting a poor old friend. Here, when the going was good, Zahabiya used to visit often; here just under the Jamun tree she had looked into her eyes and felt their transparence; here when the going was good between the two families, Zahabiya’s father was still alive they had taken dinners together. Here just next to rose bushes he remembered Zahabia curled up in her father’s arm when she was a kid. Here her mother had once given the sprinkler in Zahabiya’s delicate small hands to water the plants. But it was when Zahabiya’s family was HUM KUFF, equal in status.

“Mom….”
“Yes Yavar…”
“May I go…”
“We have to tie the IMAM ZAMIN round your arm.”
“Yes Mom.” Mom tied the the cloth ribbon that had prayers for safety with some currency.
“Mom….”
“Yes Yaver…”
“You have crossed the threshold Mom !”
“No Yaver..”
“Yes Mom….”
Khuda Hafiz !”
‘Khuda Hafiz !!”

Part – 4

He stepped into the tonga. Modest preparations for Zahabiya’s Nikah were in full swing. Some kids came near the horse and one or two elderly wished him Good Bye from distance. Abiah kissed his fore head ! He embarked upon a new journey, an escape invented for him – this time the itenerary was open-ended.

It is story with vintage tag.
The End

 

Naim Naqvi

Did his graduation in Science discipline from AMU in 1972-73. He was Secretary of University Ali Society in 1970 and M.M. Hall Literary Society in early 70 's and member of Tayyabji Literary Society. Did his Diploma in Bakery Administration from HTT College Oxford Street London in 1987. Worked with National Herald - Delhi, Blitz - Bombay as Trainee Journalist and in Production Department with 'Naya Sansar Pictures' of Khwaja Ahmed Abbas at Bombay in early 70's. Traveled for study and training purposes to Germany, U.K., Switzerland, France, Dubai, Oman, AbuDhabi, Bahrain and Philepines.

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Pakistan – Where Fanaticsm Got The Upper Hand

Islamic values are mercilessly defeated in Pakistan everyday. It was a country that was supposed to be ‘show-case’ of Modern Islam.

Sarabjit was killed in Pakistan’s Kot Lakpat Jail. He died the brutal and barbaric death and with him died a part of humanity, a part of centuries of love, trust and common heritage. Sarbjit was a prisoner and that reminds me another prisoner of Imam Ali. His name was Ibne Muljim. Fourteen Hundred years ago, he had attacked Imam Ali in Masjid-e-Kufa with a poisoned sword. He was caught soon after the attack and put into the prison which was near the home of Imam Ali. As a safety caution the hands of the prisoner were tightened hard. Imam Ali, who was facing excruciating pain the following night as a result of the severe wound and approaching death, heard the wails of prisoner. He inquired why the prisoner was crying. Having come to know that his shackles were tight he ordered to loose the ropes around the prisoner’s hands. Next morning Imam died but he left behind a beacon how to treat a prisoner.

I’m not arguing here whether Sarabjit was innocent when and where he was caught. My argument is what the Prophet (PBUH) and the Sharia says about the ‘treatment of the prisoner.’

In pre-Islamic-period, upon capture, those captives not executed, were made to beg for their subsistence. During his life, Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) changed this custom and made it the responsibility of the Islamic government to provide food and clothing, on a reasonable basis, to captives, regardless of their religion. If the prisoners were in the custody of a person, then the responsibility was on the individual. Historically, Muslims routinely captured large number of prisoners. Aside from those who converted, most were ransomed or enslaved.

Pasquier writes, “It was the custom to enslave prisoners of war and the Islamic state would have put itself at a grave disadvantage vis-a-vis its enemies had it not reciprocated to some extent. By guaranteeing them [male POWs] humane treatment, and various possibilities of subsequently releasing themselves, it ensured that a good number of combatants in the opposing armies preferred captivity at the hands of Muslims to death on the field of battle.”

According to accounts written after the ‘Battle of Badr’, some prisoners were executed for their earlier crimes in Mecca, but the rest were given options: They could convert to Islam and thus win their freedom; they could pay ransom and win their freedom; they could teach 10 Muslims to read and write and thus win their freedom. William Muir wrote of this period:
“In pursuance of Mahomet’s commands the citizens of Medina and such of the refugees as possessed houses received the prisoners and treated them with much consideration. ‘Blessings be on the men of Medina’, said one of these prisoners in later days, ‘they made us ride while they themselves walked; they gave us wheaten bread to eat when there was little of it, contenting themselves with dates.”

During his rule, Hazrat Umar, the second Caliph of Islam, it was made illegal to separate related prisoners of war from each other, after a captive complained to him for being separated from her daughter. Upon capture, the prisoners must be guarded and not ill-treated. Islamic law holds that the prisoners must be fed and clothed, either by the Islamic government or by the individual who has custody of the prisoner. This position is supported by the verse (Quran 76:8). The Qur’an also urges kindness to captives and recommends, their liberation by purchase. The freeing of captives is recommended both for the expiation of sins [ and as an act of simple benevolence.

What the barbaric perpetrators in Pakistan did was the Death of Religion and the Burial of Humanity. Islam is a good Religion and they have tarnished the image of my religion.
Today’s life is complicated and demanding. While we have discovered the panaceas of horrible diseases we have created new kind of diseases in the name of Religion, Culture, Races and Regions. We have turned life demanding monster for humans.

There is a lot of confusion when I see the intermixing of Kassab and Kashmir; Kargil and Chinese Intrusions; from Sarabjit to Afzal Guru. All that is happening in the name of a unnatural divide which cut across the hearts and across the paddy fields. My father was an ardent Congressman, a follower of Moulana Abul Kalam Azad. He refused to go to Pakistan. My eldest brother was looking for job and better life. He took all with him that he could and moved to Karachi. He died in 1948 there leaving behind a widow and two kids. He was never a supporter of Muslim League. He was looking for a job.

India was divided in the name of religion. But why do we need religion if it divides? We are creating wars and hatred in the name of Religion throughout history. In the name of religion we are closing our windows and doors and all the chinks upon our fellow human beings. It took thousands of years for civilizations to settle while most of religions are 3000 years old. We have successfully limited our domains and our lives and now we are Muslims, Hindus, Sikhs, Christians and Jews. We are on our way of eliminating the roots of humanity in the name of religion from our daily lives.

Let us declare the horrendous death a turning point in the history of our common civilization and go for the positives of Religion. Life is not perfect and no religion is giving the solutions of the problems of everything in life. However, each offers its lessons. What is the point is considering myself spiritual if I can’t embrace humanity.
Will the fanatic Pakistani Mullahs who are poisoning the planet earth listen !
Islam has taught us to “treat others in the way we want to be treated.”

Naim Naqvi

Did his graduation in Science discipline from AMU in 1972-73. He was Secretary of University Ali Society in 1970 and M.M. Hall Literary Society in early 70 's and member of Tayyabji Literary Society. Did his Diploma in Bakery Administration from HTT College Oxford Street London in 1987. Worked with National Herald - Delhi, Blitz - Bombay as Trainee Journalist and in Production Department with 'Naya Sansar Pictures' of Khwaja Ahmed Abbas at Bombay in early 70's. Traveled for study and training purposes to Germany, U.K., Switzerland, France, Dubai, Oman, AbuDhabi, Bahrain and Philepines.

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Yari Hai Iman Mera Yar Meri Zindagi

Akhtar Jamal Rizvi Taqvi is the first Genuine ‘Chartered Accountant’ of Sadat-e-Amroha
He barged into my life with a bamboo pole on his shoulder, to which was hooked a POTLI of fresh TAPKAS (ripe mangoes), under the shadows of Jama Masjid Minars of Sahfat Pota. He was returning after an excursion trip a sunny day from his ancestral mango orchard located at Fazalpur. He lowered the stick, opened the potli and took out few mangoes. “Lo dost tapka khao.” And those few words and the gesture sealed our friendship that weathered through all the winds of time. It was in 1958. Then years rolled by; he progressed with his studies and I with my idiosyncrasies. He went to Aligarh Muslim University for higher studies and I found my good time in Arya Samaj Mandir’s lectures, Vivekanada, banks or Kushak, Panwari Vasudev Teirth and some time under the bridge of dry River Sot as I bunked the classes and skipped the college.

Jamal appeared again in life and this time he was not alone. My whole family conspired against the peace and tranquility that I was enjoying. As jealous they were with my contentment, they dig out some of my earlier mark sheets that accidently had some good marks.

Jamal took me to AMU and we landed around 11.30 P.M. for the first time at Aligarh Station. While leaving the station I saw a nice girl spreading all over the floor in the most innocent display the beauty that the nature could have ever vouchsafed at that place. I stopped and Jamal moved to look for the rickshaw. Ages passed in that clinically close observation of an object that was unaware of the most penetrating glances. I woke up out from the magical spell when someone pulled me by the hair (once upon a time I had a full black crown of curlier waves).

“Jahan kuch deekha aour line lagana chalu….” He shouted, pulled me, pushed me into the welcome arms of rickshaw which had very well defined spikes. Leaving an idiot at the mercy of erudites he left me again. In Aligarh I played havoc with whatever did enter my domain or vice versa.

Much later Jamal again caught me at Ranjeet Hotel, New Delhi where a conference on Minority Character of AMU was being held. Sheikh Mohd Abdullah the original one, Ebraheem Suleman Sait, Salahuddin Owaisi, Dr Faridi, former Chief Justice Kalbe Abbas Saheb, Mohd Yusuf Saheb and almost all the dignitaries of Muslim community of that period were gracing the occasion. Being the Secretary of AMU Ali Society I was assigned, under the leadership of Late Mr. Jawed Habeeb, a prominent Alig, the responsibility of reception and comforts of the honorable guests.

How did Jamal managed to sneak into the reserved portals is a matter I never discussed with him. Having seen him there I tried to hide from his piercing eyed but he finally caught me.

“Too yahan kya kar raha hai bhai ? Too Aligarh parhne gaya that ya naeta geeri karne ?
“Are chilla mat yar. Sirf ek din ki aour baat hai aour is bar Aligarh jakar daba ke mehnat karni hai. Yar Qasam Se. Sachchi bhaiyee…is bar waqaiye parhna hi hai.”
He did finally come when I was doing Post Graduation, officially, but in fact I was wasting my time at Tasweer Mahal and Moulana Azad Library. He finally packed my bag and baggage and brought me to Tammu Nagar, a village in the suburbs of Delhi. It was in a hovel where he was staying for his CA studies.

“Tu zindagi men kuch naheen kar sakta isliye ab yehan tere liye main koi nokri dekhta hoon.”

We couldn’t find any job for me as I had proved to be cut out for nothing and no one would give me a job. I managed to find a muster-roll job, Rs 10.50 / – day, with the help of Bhai Vilaul Hasnain, the Executive Engineer at Badar Pur Power House.

I never looked back since then. Jamal touched the dazzling heights, as you can see with his biodata, in his career and I somehow managed to survive. Today, this one of the dearest friend of life is suffering from Retina Eye Problems. He is going to be operated on 4 th of April. I’m willing to give at least one of my eye but being a severe heart patient and several stunts in my body coupled with the SUGAR and Back aches the Doctors feel that nothing would be the worst choice than any of my donated organ.

Please pray God for his successful operation.

Naim Naqvi

Did his graduation in Science discipline from AMU in 1972-73. He was Secretary of University Ali Society in 1970 and M.M. Hall Literary Society in early 70 's and member of Tayyabji Literary Society. Did his Diploma in Bakery Administration from HTT College Oxford Street London in 1987. Worked with National Herald - Delhi, Blitz - Bombay as Trainee Journalist and in Production Department with 'Naya Sansar Pictures' of Khwaja Ahmed Abbas at Bombay in early 70's. Traveled for study and training purposes to Germany, U.K., Switzerland, France, Dubai, Oman, AbuDhabi, Bahrain and Philepines.

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Dor Peechey Ki Taraf Aiy Gardish-e-ayyam Too

As it appeared at “We are Aligs” wall…

It was the first Shab-e-barat of my father away from home at the portals of ‘Khan Zaman Hostel’ Minto Circle, AMU Aligarh. Yes, it was Minto Circle and not ‘Syedana Tahir Saifuddin High School’ then. He was very fond of fireworks. Unfortunately my uncle who was a very tall handsome boy, very popular among all segments of society including the aristocratic Pardanasheens died young and my father, the only son ipso facto became the ‘apple of the eye’ of the family. He was much sought after and pampered child. His absence at such an auspicious festival was deeply felt by everyone in family, near relations and the Mohalla. He has left a few days back for Aligarh and my grandfather didn’t feel it prudent to give his affection the upper hand and call him back. It was if all by history and maths working in tandem, in the year 1927.

Discretion is better than valor and where there is will there is way. A rich collection of fire-works was gathered that included Anar, Falak Shigaph (batasha), Nar-al- Surra (narhi) and Raqqasa (chakai that flares upon flour in swift rouds). An attendant was arranged with a horse to take these Shab-e-barat Atankwad material to AMU. He arrived the AMU via Khurja as my grandfather had instructed him to buy some “Gajar ka Achar’ for my father from there. This whole story was narrated to us by my father, his friends and it’s a part of our family’s treasured history. Please forgive me for any exaggeration which is unintentional.

The hidden agenda of my grandfather, as the Sayees was told, to leave the horse at the hostel at the disposal of his son. Sayees tied the horse to the tree still graces the compound of Khan Zaman with some water, chane and fodder. The guest relaxed and waited for the warden. When the warden, as name referred vaguely was some Haseeb Saheb, arrived in the evening the messanger paid his respects and expressed the purpose of his visit and revealed the intentions of my grandfather. He said the warden – “Agar whan jagah ne ho mere dost Aftab ke doluat kadey par chale jana……….”

The soft and sophisticated warden got the first shock then relaxed. He gave a great smile and called the Monitor. First he confiscated the ATISHBAZI and gave it in the safe custody of monitor and instructed him not to give it to my father till the night of Shab-e-barat. “The fireworks would be played in my presence.” About keeping the horse and attendant at ‘Khan Zaman’, he appreciated the idea and wrote the following letter to my grandfather. The letter said:

“Janab Qiblaey Hajat wa Kaabeay maradat Syed Aley Ahmed Saheb dam Inayat-o-kum. Bad salam-o-niyaz ke wazeh ho keh harchand barkhurdar Ata Hussain ba-adab, munkasir mizaj aour honahar talib-e-ilm hain magar afsos taghaurryat waqt ne un tamam besh baha qadron ko pamal kar diya jo hamaraey azeem bahadur-o- dana peshrau qaim kar gaye the. Yaqeenan buzurg-e-mohatram ke ali zehan men dour-e- ‘Jamia Khiljiya’ aour ‘Madarsat-Kamali wa Jamali’ waqey Mehrauli, Delhi ke rayej dastoor rahe honge. Wahan talib-e-ilm Iran-o-Tooran-Faran se warid hote the aour Asp (horse) wa Khaddam unke saath hua karte the. Afsos woh riwayat sab ab dastan-e-parinah ho gayeen aour aaj ki haqeeqat yeh hai aksar nawabbin ke roshan chiraghon ko hostel ki jagah ki qillat ka saman hai. Mai mafi chahta hoon aour aapke namabar ko ba-halet-afsurdah wapis karta hoon. Ummeed hai huzur duaon men yad raken ge.
Khuda Nigehdar, Ahqar Haseeb ba muqam Khan Zaman Aligarh.
And now I add…………“Dor peechey kee taraf ay gardishe ayyam too

Naim Naqvi

Did his graduation in Science discipline from AMU in 1972-73. He was Secretary of University Ali Society in 1970 and M.M. Hall Literary Society in early 70 's and member of Tayyabji Literary Society. Did his Diploma in Bakery Administration from HTT College Oxford Street London in 1987. Worked with National Herald - Delhi, Blitz - Bombay as Trainee Journalist and in Production Department with 'Naya Sansar Pictures' of Khwaja Ahmed Abbas at Bombay in early 70's. Traveled for study and training purposes to Germany, U.K., Switzerland, France, Dubai, Oman, AbuDhabi, Bahrain and Philepines.

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“Dard-e-dil Likhoon Kab Tak”

Rukhsar Amrohvi, author of "Dard-e-dil Likhoon Kab TaK"

Rukhsar Amrohvi, author of “Dard-e-dil Likhoon Kab TaK”

“Aiyey aap se ek sachchi kahani keh den,
Hum pe jo beet chuki apni zabani keh den.”

Dard-e-dil Likhoon Kabtak” is a collection of essays, memoires, poetry, impressions of Rukhsar Amrohvi, the worthy daughter of grand Producer Director Kamal Amrohvi who was himself a mile stone of Indian Film Industry, an institution unto himself. The book is written in the finest and chaste Urdu. It is a rich compendium of Urdu literature, a golden treasure of literary masterpieces – the letters of Kamal Amrohvi also to his daughter. Going through the letters of Kamal you will get a flavor of the famous letters written by our beloved Prime Minister Jawahar Lal Nehru to his daughter, our beloved Prime Minister, Indra Gandhi. There are some novel photographs that would add value to any collector’s flanks.

From Amir Khusro to Rukhsar Amrohvi this beautiful groom, the Urdu language, caparisoned different attires and took many shapes. The lovers of this beautiful damsel had given her several names: Hindi, Hindavi, Dakni, Lashkari, Rekhta and the last in this chronology is Urdu. Literature in Urdu grew at three different centres: Deccan, Delhi and Lucknow. Urdu is a melting pot of most of the Indian languages and the languages that were spoken in Islamic countries. It has words of Persian, Arabo-Persian and Sanskrit -derived Prakrit with a sprinkle of every Indian language. Ameer Khusrau, the famous sufi saint, poet, musician, inventor and warrior is supposed to be the father and ‘Khari Boli’ has adopted this baby of Khusrua as its own daughter. Born and brought in pure Indian environment it had taken the impact of Persian or Farsi somehow, the language of Kings and courtiers. Lapse of a century after his death Quli Qutab Shah was considered speaking a language that thought to have possibly been Urdu. It is interesting to learn that with the death of Emperor Aourengzeb, the use of Persian declined in Indian sub-continent. A new language was finding its entry in the towering shoes of Farsi. It was Urdu. Mohammed Shah ‘Rangeela’ another Moghal King helped to catapult this language to pedestal of National Language which effective replaced Persian. Shanshah Bahadur Shah Zafar gave respect to the language it deserved.

From the Mughals courts of Red Fort to the Mughals of Film Industry it was a journey that makes a beautiful but painful bumpy literary story. Sohrab Modi, K Asif and Kamal Amrohi are the few names that conjure up when we talk of Bollywood. Poetess Rukhsar Amrohvi is the only daughter, the beloved daughter and the real heir of Kamal Amrohvi’s creative artistic heritage. She is gifted with all those assets that could have made the indelible marks upon any field of film industry she would have chosen to embark. She used her discretion and decided to confine to literary side only. Name, fame, pomp and pelf, these were the part of life of the family life where Rukhsar opened her eyes. Rais Amrohvi and Jaun Elia as uncles, Meena Kumari as step-mother and Kamal Amrohvi as father, what else upon earth you need to define yourself.

Rukhsar Kamal Amrohi

Rukhsar Kamal Amrohi

Rushsar was so close to her father that even today he exists and beckons her at every turn of her life. She is a poet who speaks her heart without disturbing your rhythm. She shares her experiences as you move along. You are no longer a distant observer as the boat sails. When you read her poetry you both travel on the same wave length. She had a loaded and painful past and a lot to complain about. She doesn’t. She asks for understanding and not your sympathy.

“Be sabab sir jhuka rahe ho tum,
Kya tumhen mujhse kuch nadamat hai ?”
For no reason your head is being lowered. Have u got any reason to feel sorry to me? Words with deepest expressions come simple and natural to her.

“Who jo jism-o-jan men tha rabta, mujhe kya khabar tujhe kya pata,
Mere dil ko kaise mila sukun ? Meri jan kaise nikal gayee ?”

You can’t flower these verses without the command over the language and style.

“The link that existed between body and soul, neither you nor I am aware; How my heart attained its peace and how did my soul depart?”

It is a book which has its cover designed by world famous artist Sadiqain, preface by Dr. Mohd Ali Siddiqui, Vice Chancellor – BZ University, famous Urdu critique and renowned Urdu poet Munawwar Rana. The book is beautifully binded and spread over 432 pages. It is published by:

“Takhliqkar Publishers”
C / 5 – 54, J – Extension, Laxmi Nagar, Delhi – 110092 Price Rs 350 / -.
You can consult the author for your literary curiosity at the following land-line number: 26352873.

Naim Naqvi

Did his graduation in Science discipline from AMU in 1972-73. He was Secretary of University Ali Society in 1970 and M.M. Hall Literary Society in early 70 's and member of Tayyabji Literary Society. Did his Diploma in Bakery Administration from HTT College Oxford Street London in 1987. Worked with National Herald - Delhi, Blitz - Bombay as Trainee Journalist and in Production Department with 'Naya Sansar Pictures' of Khwaja Ahmed Abbas at Bombay in early 70's. Traveled for study and training purposes to Germany, U.K., Switzerland, France, Dubai, Oman, AbuDhabi, Bahrain and Philepines.

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HUSAIN AND HUMANITY

ALIF LAAM MEEM -(DIVINE SLOGAN)

“Aati thi soobh fitna-e-taza liye hue,
Jati thi sham din ka jamaza lie hue”

Undoubtedly the above couplet expresses the real picture of Pre-Islamic Arabia but even after the perfect revelation of ISLAM, Hz. Mohammad Mostafa (S.A.W.) ibn-e-Abdullah ibn-e-Hz.Mo’ttalib Arabs were still committing the heinous satanic crimes. They forgot the words of Allah-

“There is no God but He;
it is He who gives life and Who gives death.” (44:8).

They forgot that “no vision can grasp Him, but His grasp is over all visions.”(6:13)

And they also forgot that- “He will gather you together after death for the day of judgement for your good or evil deeds.”(45:26).

He sent one Lakh Twenty four thousand Ambiya for preaching the people of all the worlds of His created universe but what happened to Arabs who did not hesitate to follow the satanic evils saying them Muhammadans.  They were most uncivilized and illiterate people, so Allah sent his best adorable Prophet Hz. Mohammad Mustafa (PBUH) from the ancestry of Hz. Hashim ibn-e-Hz.Monaf to preach the religion of humanity (Islam) which started with the creation of Universe and got perfection by Hz. Mohammad Mostafa s.w.a. by Allah’s will and declared as ISLAM 13 years earlier than Hijrat.
See the irony of the time, Allah sent His last Prophet, the ultimate Rasool, most talented messenger practically presenting the divine path free from all the evils for salvation of the souls to inculcate and create humanity. But the Arabs deceived him and made the land as bad as Hell while the creatures of of entire world were being enlightened by the divine energy of Hz. Mohammad (s.a.w.) ,his Ahl-e-bet and qur’an –the voice of Allah.

ZALAY KAL KITABO LA RAIBA FEEH.
HODAL LIL MOTTAQINAL LAZINA YOM-E-NONA BIL GHAIB.

The collection of all the divine messages and the mission of Allah’s revelation, is the Holy Qur’an which is par excellence consisting of all the knowledge of the worlds of created universe. Our abilities are unfortunately still unable to understand it even to a little extent and we confined it within our interests and abilities.
It was seventh century that was full of bloodshed and betrayal of Arabs. In such horrible and frustrated environment there was no place for humane to survive. The worst society was continually sinking in dreadful darkness of satanic world and made the land hell full of devils.
The life itself was in search of shelter to maintain continuity. The animals were better than those self proclaimed Muslims who crossed all the boundaries of wickedness .So the Almighty God sent His last and most beloved Prophet Hz. Mohammad Mostafa (s.a.w.) on the sinful- land of Arab.
Hz. Mohammad (S.W.A) was a figure of qualities, knowledge, justice, truth and perfect humanity from his early childhood. He was extremely handsome and brave above all the preachers and prophets. Slowly he got established his noble image amidst a group of gentle men of Arab. Before his Risalat, he became famous for his divine qualities. He was a great reformer following the commandments of Allah. He was practically busy to reform society and inculcate the humanity following the path of truth giving up evils. He wanted to make a strong nation for human beings having equal rights and responsibilities. He had been trying his best to propagate humanity which was the mission of Allah and to follow the right path of goodness leaving the satanic evil tendencies. The people having faith in one God and goodness had been increasing to join him and got comfort giving up the evil ideas and horrible superstitions. Day by day his divine influence to win the hearts of the people increased and reformation in the society started but simultaneously the devil spirits of Bani-Umaiya were coming across to destroy the fabric of humanity for their own domination. They were following the way of Satan and their deeds were full of sins due to their evil ideas about life of human-beings. They all were defeated again and again by the savior of humanity but the feeling of revenge was slowly increasing in the hearts of sinners. Hz. Mohammad (s.a.w.) preached the society all the divine objectives and the mission of almighty God, to create the peace and prosperity to nourish the religion of humanity for the sake of salvation from the sins.
Hz.Mohmmad Mostafa (s.a.w.) died in harness to reform the society, and to establish the divine religion of humanity in which equality, liberty, righteousness, respect of feelings and thirst for the search of truth and knowledge were essential components to bring forth prosperity in the life of human race. Such a great reformer and the last messenger of Allah Hz. Mohammad (s.a.w.) declared Hz. Ali ibn-e-Abitalib (his paternal cousin and son in law) as his WALI ( heir descendent) in GHADEER , who was the centre of the mission of Allah around whom the entire Universe moves and who was equal part of the same divine energy that of Hz. Mohammad Mustafa (PBUH) and was the cause of creation of the universe whom NUSAIR people called him their God due to his divine powers .He continued the same mission of humanity. He was the best versed person, man of ideals and justice, ocean of love and tolerance world of humanity and bravery and treasures of knowledge and qualities, means no merit was escaping from his personality created by Almighty God.

“ SHAH-E-MARDAN,
SHER-E-YAZADAN,
QUWAT-E-PARWARDIGAR,
LA FATA ILLA ALI ,
LA SAIF-ILLA-ZULFAIQAR”

He was such a great humane whom humanity feels honored originated by the divine NOOR OF PANJETAN. He taught the spiritual power of Almighty God to reform the society. He left no stone unturned to spread and propagate the religion of humanity to enlighten the people to understand the divine truth and to follow the righteous path and avoid the satanic activities. Horror, torture, crime, injustice, absurd superstitions and darkness of illiteracy were slowly disappearing from the attitude of contemporary society. Divine feeling of worthlessness of materialistic world was spreading with all round fame of Ali ibn-e-Abitalib, the Wali of Hz. Mohammad, but the opposition was silently sowing the seeds of heinous crimes to grow against the mission of humanity. The cruel and tyrant Arabs knowingly forgot the message of Allah and tortured Hz. Ali (A.S.) denying the divine message.

“Sabbaha lillah-e-mafis samavat-e-wal-arz-e-wa huwal azeezal hakeem. Lahoo mulkus samavatt-e-wal-arz.

Yu haiyyo-ma-yo-mayyato-wa-huwa-ala kull-e-sha-in-qadeer”

That means all the things on the earth and havens are fully devoted to God and perform prayer. The God is the lone commander of all the havens and earth. He made the life and death He was forever and He is foever. He is visible He is invisible everywhere.

Sinner baddus of Arabia calling them as Mohammadans or the followers of ALLAH could not wickedly accept the divine messages ofAllah and they decided to assassinate Hz. Ali-Murtaza (a.s.), his family members and followers. The demons, the followers of Satan and Beezebub fought many wars with Mola-e-kainat but were defeated ever. Then they decided to kill him during the Morning Prayer (namaz) inside the mosque in the month of Ramadan. Ibn-e-Moljim committed this heinous crime of attack and Maula-e-Kainat could not survive for more than three days.

YUQIMONUS SALATA MIMMA RAZZAQNA HOM YONFIQON

The people of Allah never get disappointed to give any sacrifice to protect the humanity for the fulfilment of the wish of God. Hz. Imam Hasan (elder son of Hz.Ali-e-Murtaza) took the same responsibility but the wicked sinners so called Muslims could not tolerate the divine recommendations due to their evil practices. Cruel and hardhearted Jada bint-e-Ashas, his wife, treacherously gave him poison and assassinated him cruelly according to the instructions of Maviya ibn-e-Abu Sofyan.

After the martyrdom of our second Imam Hz. Imam Hasan (A.S.), his younger brother Hz. Imam Husain was accepted as third Imam by the recommendations of Allah whom Hz. Mohammad adored very much because Allah has already told him that this son of Holy Lady Fatima (A.S.) would be brutally assassinated with his seventy two true friends and family members in the pathetic state of three days thirst and hunger on the horrid hot sand of Karbala near river Furat to fulfil his promise to safeguard the humanity and the divine commandments. All the tortures were to be faced by his Ahlebait. He did know that Imam Husain would give all the sacrifices to distinguish the religion of humanity for the honour of mankind and to enlighten the entire universe by following the rule of Allah and denying the satanic evils.Mirza Asad Ullah Khan Ggalib’s words from the core of  the heart as psalms are-

”SALAM USSE KE AGAR BADSHAH KAHEN USKO,

TO PHIR KAHEN KE KUCH ISS SE SIWA KAHEN USSKO.

KHUDA KA BANDA,KHUDAVANDIGAR BANDON KA,

AGAR KAHEN NA KHUDAVAND TO KYA KAHEN USSKO.

FAROGH-E-JOHAR-E-IMAAN HUSAIN IBN-E-ALI,

KE SHAMA-E-ANJUMAN-E-KIBRIYA KAHEN USSKO.

BAHOT HE PAYA-E-GARD-E-RAH-E-HUSAIN BULAND,

BA QADR-E-FAHAM AGAR KEEMYA KAHEN USSKO.

 

HAMARE DARD KI YA-RAB KAHIN DAWA NA MILE,

AGAR NA DARD KI APNE DAWA KAHEN USSKO.

BHARA HE GHALIB-E-DIL KHASTA KE KALAAM ME DARD,

GHALAT NAHIN HE KE KHOON-E-NAWA KAHEN USSKO.’——- [MIRZA GHALIB]

Tyrant Maviya ibn-e-Abu Sofyan breached the compromise with Hz.Imam Hasan[A.S.] and Yazeed ibn-e- Maviya became the king in 61st Hijri . He was the ill assorted bunch of all the evils and he was the satanic representative whose betrayal made him king.. He wanted to contaminate the religion of humanity ‘Islam’ by his materialistic powers. He wanted the evil deeds might be mixed with religion of humanity so homogeneously that might become the part of Islam to fulfill his satanic mission. Yazeed wanted his sinful ideology recommended and verified by the divine decedents oh Hz. Mohammad (PBUH) which was never accepted by Ahlebait. He wanted to destroy the holy spirit of Islam and to get dominance in the name of unreal Islam. He thought him as God and wanted to change the Shriyat according to his convenience. He wanted to make such a shameless society that would be unable to differentiate between right and wrong, Good and evil, human and inhuman deeds, to suppress the mission of Islam. He wanted Hz. Imam Husain to accept his bayat which might become the verification of correctness of Yazeed and his ancestors. So how could Imam Husain (A.S.) accept his proposal. He refused it to protect the humanity. Yazeed had been continuously increasing the torture to Imam Husain (A.S.), his family and divine followers to abide them for bayat.

“YAZEED KO TO NA THA IJTEHAD KA PAYA,

BURA NA MANYE GAR HUM BURA KAHEN USSKO”.

Imam Husain (A.S.) left Madeena for Mecca with his family but got the news that Yazeed had sent a platoon of soldiers in disguise of Hajees to assassinate him during Hajj in Kana-e-Kaaba so he preferred to depart for Koofa avoiding bloodshed at holy Kaaba.

There was another embodiment of evils , Ibn-e-Ziyad ,who was posted as governor of Koofa getting mad, to arrest Hz. Imam Husain [A.S.].He started to send his armies but could not get success in his wicked mission.
One of Ibn-e-Ziyad’s army ‘s commander was Hor whose soldiers had been secretly following the divine caravan of Hz.Imam Husain to arrest by the order of Yazeed. Hot environment of summer made them thirsty as their stored water had been finished. Hor requested Imam Husain for water, so the savior of humanity Imam Husain (A.S.) gave his stored water without considering him as his enemy. All the soldiers and the animals of Hor’s army could be satisfied from thirst by getting the water. Hor told Imam Husain that his duty was to arrest him but his insight got enlightened by the divine humanity of Imam Husain which made him restless till late night to decide his role. Ultimately he came to Imam Husain alone to inform that a tyrant governor, Ibn-e-Ziyad himself had departed with his platoon to arrest him. He was the same tyrant who had already brutally assassinated Hz. Muslim and his two innocent children. Hor advised to change his destination from Koofa to any other place in darkness of night as his army was in deep sleep. Imam Husain accepted and changed the destination that was already known as prophecy of Hz. Mohammad [s.a.w.] by the Almighty God for Imam Husain.

MIMMA RAZZAQNA-HUM-YUNFIQOON

HE KARBOBALA GOYA KE BAZAR-E-MUHABBAT,

KHOON APNA BAHATE HAIN KHARIDAR-E-MUHABBAT.

It was dawning of the day when Imam Husain, his family and followers reached to their desolate destination Karbala. He paid the cost of the land near RIVER FURAT to the owners, and requested to bury the bodies of martyrs in the soil after the war with sinful tyrant Yazeed and his evil armies.Hz. Imam Husain [a.s.] got their Khaimas (tents) fixed on the bank of River Furat but as soon as Ibn-e-Ziyad got this information, his army encompassed the Khyam-e-Husaini and informed Yazeed, who immediately sent the armies from Rome to Shaam. The fistful Ahlebait and followers were pushed away from the river bank to horrid hot sand of Karbala. Now Husain and Husaini caravan was helplessly surrender by tyrannical cavalries and infantries of Yazeed to assassinate the divine preacher and the Embodiments of Humanity. Again and again the same question either Husain accept bayat of Yazeed or bear more horrible tortures in the inferno of torment but Imam Husain for whom the Almighty Allah created the entire Universe, who had been given the divine powers, was the alma-mater of humanity accepted to sacrifice all, but not the humanity, to dignify the ultimate truth of the mission of Almighty Allah.

SHA HUSTO HUSAIN, BADSHAHUSTO HUSAIN,
DEENUSTO HUSAIN,DEEN PANAHUSTO HUSAIN,
SERDAD NADADAST DER DAST-E-YAZEED,
HAQQA KE BINA-E- LAILAHUSTO HUSAIN.

Hz.Imam Husain[A.S.] was quite aware of the personification of inhumanity and the ill assorted bunch of all the evils – Yazeed, will not leave any heinous crime to commit against Ahlebait to destroy the divine religion of values but he sacrificed for the sake of humanity to protect it from satanic world of evils.

The Husaini Jamaat, that was the savior of divine religion having the soldiers from the age group of 6month old Hz. Ali Asghar to very old Hz. Habeeb Ibn-e-Mazahir and Muslim Ibn-e-Osoja consisting of 72 or some more, was the symbol of all bravery and master of war-tactics. They were braver than the bravest whom millions of Yazeed’s soldiers were afraid and unable to defeat 72 people. It was the clear mirror of Yazeed’s defeat that lakhs of the soldiers from different Arab countries were sent to fight with a group of 72 warriors of Islam.

Now it was seventh Mohorram-ul-Haraam when there was no space around carvan-e-Husaini free from Yazeed’s army. Yazeed ordered to prevent water for Husain and his follows. The cruel soldiers were posted at Furaat for CARAVAN-E- HUHAINI to face the thirst for break their courage and to abide them for his bayat. But the great divine ideal humane Hz. Imam Husain and his followers were boldly defeating the Yazeed mission to establish the power of humanity. Yazeed was increasing the severe infliction of sufferings everyday but there was not even a little fractional movement in Husaini determination to protect the humanity on the Earth.

Tenth Mohorram was the third day without water and food in the desert of Karbala for Husain and his followers when the satanic frustration of Yazeed had started to break all the limits of dreadful cruelty but the entire universe salutes the bravos of Karbala who were not ready to leave Hz.Imam Husain while he did request them to save their lives from Yazeedi tyranny but they be sought to sacrifice their lives even if they could get seven births. Husaini caravan performed the prayers whole night before Aashura. Hunger and thirst could not harm the strength of Husaini caravan who were ready to sacrifice everything fighting against Yazeedis.

“Karbala pyaas se labraiz the Aashur ke din
Us taraf koon ke pyase the, idhar paani ke”

All the Husaini soldiers fought bravely since the Morning Prayer till the evening against the huge Yazeedi army led by Ibn-e-Ziyad in which a number of hard-hearted cruel tyrants were eager to assassinate the son of Fatima and Ali with his fellows, to make Yazeed happy deserting all the images of Hz. Mohammad and the divine religion of humanity. First of all the devoted friends and follow bravely fought , then relatives, and then his family members having the second last warrior of 6 months, his innocent son Hz. Ali Asghar who too could not get a drop of water for three days like others.Tyrant Hormila assassinated him by a poisoned three edged row in the arm of Imam Husain when he was requesting water from the cruel force of Yazeed. Now Imam Husain was alone in the Husain force of 72 braves. Imam Zainul Abideen[A.S.] was suffering from severe disease making him unable to even get up from the bed. Janab-e-Zainu, his beloved sister has become Ali to help Imam Husain and all the children and ladies of Husaini soldiers.

SAB KUCH BHI LUTA KAR YE LUTANE KI TKI HASRAT,

JAISE KE KHODAVAND SE AB BHI HO NIDAMAT,

YON DIL SE LAGA LETE THE EK EK KI MAYYAT,

JAISE KE HUR EK DAGH THA INAM-E-MASHIYAT,

EK LAASH OTHI, DOOSRI TAYYAR DHARI THI,

KAT-TI GAYI JITNI BHI YE SHAAKH HARI THI.   [JANAB WAHEED AKHTAR]

Bloodshed was everywhere in the battle field of Karbala and Husain was alone to fulfill the promise to save the divine religion of humanity by giving his own last sacrifice in the name of Almighty Allah and his deen. Like all 71 Shaheeds Imam Husain also fought bravely full of war tactics and killed a number of Yazeedi soldiers but at last Almighty Allah wanted him to put his Zulfiqar (sword) at rest for the sake of Islam and to give his own last sacrifice. Now Hz. Imam Husain[A.S] became helpless and got surrounded by satanic forces of Yazeed .Shimr,Omer-e-Sad and Sanan most inhuman cruels of Ibn-e-Marjana’s army assassinated Hz.Imam Husain creating most pathetic tempest in the battle field of Karbala and now the holy lady, the sister of Imam Husain took the responsibility to protect the religion of humanit

“KIYON ISKO  SITAM GAARI-E-DONYA NA KAHEN HUM,

JALLADON KE AAGE HEN NABI YON KE BHI SAR KHUM.

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Ek Lamha hamburger Khane Se Pahley !

Read a poem sometime back – in praise of a horse.

The beauty of a horse
The thunder clap of hooves
The wind in their mane
The thrill of the flight
Another birth of a spring ride.

And now please read a pathetic story of horse’s plight and the perversity of human flight.
Horse drawn Victorias have almost disappeared from the streets of Mumbai. Now these novelties grace the wedding cavalcades. Nawabs and Maharajas have been transformed into politicians, industrialists or actors and their stables have been converted into five-Star Hotels. They are no longer interested in any breed, rich ancestry or pedigree of horses. Horses are now owned by armed forces or race courses. The horse-romance of Indians is left in history books: Chetak, Basfala or their ilks.

It is now another story in Europe. If you are not interested a horse ride near Champ Elysis, go for Horse Meat Hamburger. Courtesy – Irish Burger King franchise. There is no adulteration – 100 % pure horse meal. The only grievance you could air: It might be the poor cousin of the horse – the donkey’s meat that is garnished at your dining table. It does really matter if you have asked for Beef Burger. Both are non-veg! Yes, you are right. I’m talking about the recent horse meal scandal which is getting interesting, curious, murkier and weirder by the hour. How it had reached at your end if you were in Europe a day back?

It came from the abattoirs of Romania. As the Romanian government recently banned horse-drawn carts from the road, these hackneys went out of service. What to do with the redundant animals? Simple solution: Put them on the dining table!

Another million if not billion dollar question:
Why the slaughter houses agreed to substitute horse for beef?

Answer: India is no exception in curious businesses and Polish and Italian mafia gangs are running multi-million-pound scams can take lead from any smart resource. Substitution of horse meat for beef is not such a big deal. Veterinary doctors and other officers in the food chain are ready to help if someone is willing to pay the price. Intimidation are handy if the price-deal is not working. The authorities were managed by powerful mafia to certify ‘horse meat processed products’ as ‘beef’. From the abattoirs of Romania it went to a dealer in Cyprus, and from Cyprus to another dealer in Holland. Then it traveled to a meat plant in south of France. The French Meat Processor sold it to a French-owned factory in Luxumbourg which shaped it into the stuffing tikki of hamburger. These tikkis were sold to supermarkets in 16 countries. The story is as simple as this.

Have a nice ride!

Naim Naqvi

Did his graduation in Science discipline from AMU in 1972-73. He was Secretary of University Ali Society in 1970 and M.M. Hall Literary Society in early 70 's and member of Tayyabji Literary Society. Did his Diploma in Bakery Administration from HTT College Oxford Street London in 1987. Worked with National Herald - Delhi, Blitz - Bombay as Trainee Journalist and in Production Department with 'Naya Sansar Pictures' of Khwaja Ahmed Abbas at Bombay in early 70's. Traveled for study and training purposes to Germany, U.K., Switzerland, France, Dubai, Oman, AbuDhabi, Bahrain and Philepines.

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