Friday, September 28, 2012
Friday, September 21, 2012
An Innocent Muslim
Things bring me to dance at your idiocy.
Not really, that’s blasphemy.
let’s rob a bank,
smash a car
And kill a person or two.
Such intensity is in
my love,
Yet I defy mysticism.
And I abhor human love too.
But,
Let’s make the guy richer now
For making a film
exposing our innocence
To the world.
Which was unnecessary
I must say this irony is not in your essence
But it is just me, proudly following
In whatever direction your bloody innocent
Mob takes me.
And you can see a smile on my face,
But what the hell am I really doing?
I have no idea.
They just tell me it
is Ishq e Rasool
And so I believe, it is such.
Zeeba T. Hashmi
Islamabad
21st September, 2012.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Tyranny
So I relate, a story of my tyranny
and obtrusive onslaught of my closed heart,
a beating heart---alive still,
waiting for its break from
the shallowness of the mind
confiscating my sanity for the want
of an answer
to something I never dared question;
but this has remained my reluctant learning.
I have become stone
Indeed I had suffered
In my blind faith.
My Pain ensued with the want
to dream and die in them,
so never might I face
it growing into another reality of
disillusionment.
Hostile became my soul to my self,
Tearing it between conscience
Cruel exasperation.
Fits, never rationalized
In my most primitive rage against
Time that reached me there.
My world, my cruel world.
I see you now detestable
You took away all the hope from me
Amidst all the madness
You defined me with.
Zeeba T. Hashmi
14th September, 2012
Lahore
and obtrusive onslaught of my closed heart,
a beating heart---alive still,
waiting for its break from
the shallowness of the mind
confiscating my sanity for the want
of an answer
to something I never dared question;
but this has remained my reluctant learning.
I have become stone
Indeed I had suffered
In my blind faith.
My Pain ensued with the want
to dream and die in them,
so never might I face
it growing into another reality of
disillusionment.
Hostile became my soul to my self,
Tearing it between conscience
Cruel exasperation.
Fits, never rationalized
In my most primitive rage against
Time that reached me there.
My world, my cruel world.
I see you now detestable
You took away all the hope from me
Amidst all the madness
You defined me with.
Zeeba T. Hashmi
14th September, 2012
Lahore
Sunday, August 26, 2012
ظلم کا راج
,جب مزہب کے نام پر توپیں، تلواریں چلتی ہیں
ان ایوانوں ان گلیوں میں جب لاشیں گرتی پڑتی ہیں؛
تم سوتے ہو یا جاگتے ہو؟ کچھ کرتے ہو یا کانپتے ہو؟
سب چھوڑ کے اپنی تکلیفیں اور دولت کی یہ زنجیریں،
تم اپنا خون بہاتے ہو؟ یا جاں اپنی بچاتے ہو؟
گر تم کچھ نہیں کرتے ہو، بس بھاگ کر چھپ جاتے ہو
اور خاموشی کی آڑھ میں مظلوم بنتے جاتے ہو
تم منکر ہو مکار بھی ہو، اور ظلم و ستم کے ہامی ہو
تم قاتل ہو
تم چل تو لو
یا رینگ ہی لو
اس خاموشی کو توڑ ہی دو
یا چلا کر، پوچھ ہی لو
کیاا یہ عدل و انصاف ہے؟ جو جائز اور پاک ہے؟
اس غربت اور یاس میں بس ظالم کا ہی راج ہے۔
عندلیب رضوی
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Designed God
Indescision is not my forte, an ill-adventure is a mere
perplexity. to cry a river over the mis-fortunes written in the rocks; a hopelessness of the decree hardened by a lack of will. I am, but one of the casuality---the river that roared fiercely,
never ran away from me.
I could not move a muscle for the want of you,
that you stood so close to me, yet a thousand seas away from me;
calling my name, but in fear, i pretend
my audio disabilty.
Cowardice is what holds me back,
making my wrteched soul as one among the angry mobs
of destroying graves of those who lived entirety in worship
of bunring houses for those forsaken by You
Oh you, the Cruel one,
never could undertsnad the minuscle me,
for you are not made by the light
you just always were;
but merely made into what my compatriots made you
and called you God
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Culmination
death culminates all my smiles,
a life lived worthy of nothingness
of hope lasting into delusion,
and love left hollow inside.
death comes with a wasted youth,
an over spent age,
a wanting childhood.
it brings me near to compassion,
tears in my heart,
a parting that was to occur
a belonging to permanence
and temporary solace.
Zeeba T. Hashmi
22nd April, 2011
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Jihad or ‘Halal’ Genocide?
As long as Muslims do not get out of their religion box, and enter the folds of humanity, they must not expect others to take them seriously. Not every crime against a human who incidentally turns out to be a Muslim is a crime against Islam. Nor is every offense by a Christian a crusade. In all honesty, there is actually no need for non-Muslims to target Muslims specifically, because they target each other themselves.
Deobandis consider Shias, Ahmedis and Barelvis dispensable, Salafis consider every one disposable, Shias and Sunnis feel Ahmedis should be put to the sword. But lo and behold, ‘Muslims’ are bemoaning persecution in Burma. One would not find them so vociferously protesting about the murders of Hazara Shias or Ahmedis.
Facebook news feed is filled with garbage, asking people to protest and put a stop to the genocide of Muslims in Burma, but I wonder if the Muslims in Burma were Ahmedi, would people be so upset about it? I fear not. Because then it would be translated to Jihad. So as long as genocide is perpetrated under the guise of Jihad, it is halal.
Deobandis consider Shias, Ahmedis and Barelvis dispensable, Salafis consider every one disposable, Shias and Sunnis feel Ahmedis should be put to the sword. But lo and behold, ‘Muslims’ are bemoaning persecution in Burma. One would not find them so vociferously protesting about the murders of Hazara Shias or Ahmedis.
Facebook news feed is filled with garbage, asking people to protest and put a stop to the genocide of Muslims in Burma, but I wonder if the Muslims in Burma were Ahmedi, would people be so upset about it? I fear not. Because then it would be translated to Jihad. So as long as genocide is perpetrated under the guise of Jihad, it is halal.
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