Thursday, 28 January 2010

What has happened to us as decent human beings?!

Stand up for this champion!

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He is "Naveed Asif" from Nahranwali village Okara who scored 919 marks in Matric and got second position in BISE Lahore. His school was 7 KM away from his house and he used to walk 7 KM everyday to go to his school. here are his words :
“Me and my mother were really terrified when BISE Lahore team reached our home late at night before announcement of the result. Actually a few days ago, our cow was stolen at night owing to which we were terrified”.
“You may think it ridiculous but I always said to my mother that I wanted to be like Quaid-e-Azam Muhammad Ali Jinnah,” he said. “Quaid-e-Azam is a role model for me"
He seated at stairs after receiving his medal and later Mr. Shahbaz Sharif offered his seat to him.


He couldn’t find any seat in Alhamra hall to sit in a function which was arranged to honour “position holders”

Frankly, The Govt. record on developing talent to grow into leaders of tomorrow is pretty dismal, their track record in general is pathetic, we are too conditioned and brainwashed over the last 100 years to be in a position to recognise our own God given intellect and ability. It is in ourselves that we are underlings; we must cleanse our system of all alien thought and bring about a reformation of our own cultures, Balochi, Pushtun, Sindhi and Punjabi because we want to live together as one Country and pursue our inherited greatness, which will be exploited by our education system to develop our Tomorrows and our Motherland we MUST read more on our past but search for the truth because it has been altered by the occupiers of our land for the past 3 centuries from the Mughals to the Europeans.! KoolBlue

Thursday, 14 January 2010

ENJOY THE COFFEE

Don't let the cups drive you... Enjoy the coffee instead.

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A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.
Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to hot coffee.

When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups and were eyeing each other's cups.


Now if life is coffee, then the jobs, money and position in society are the cups.
They are just tools to hold and contain Life, but the quality of Life doesn't change. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee in it.

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Don't let the cups drive you... Enjoy the coffee instead

Saturday, 9 January 2010

Writer's Block - Too many, too much- by Bushra Hassan

Recently I had the good fortune of staying at the PC Bhurban Hotel with my little family. I say good fortune because I always thought it to be one of those high priced places which we would never be able to afford. However, there I was, one busy weekend, spending a cozy holiday in the hills. Now I knew it would be crowded over there and I hate crowds. I hate going to markets, I avoid Sales like the plague, simply to avoid crowds. Mostly our holidays are based in small cottage-type hotels or relatively cheaper and less popular local places so we can have privacy and space. Here, in Bhurban, I was warned that it would not be the case, and how true that was!!
Hordes of people; and up to 4-6 children, per couple. Yes! I’m not kidding. We actually counted. These are the affluent people of this country, who produce children like I produce blog updates…. Quick, random and with scary regularity. So here we were, our family of three, fighting for life at the breakfast buffets as fat mummies regularly elbowed my husband out of the way, children crazily gluttonned to their hearts content, and the daddies walked around with the arrogance that even Hashwani wouldn’t show. At first I was appalled, later scared.

You see, it’s not the lack of manners, or tarbiyat the scares me. It’s not that these people look you up and down as if you are trespassing, or that they treat hotel employees like 19th century Texan slaves; it is not that the kids run rampant in hallways at midnight; or that the husbands rarely talk to their wives, help with the kids or even smile. It is just the twenty years from now these kids will be soul of Pakistan.

Not just that they are 4-5 kids per family. In two decades, they are all going to marry and reproduce and perhaps produce as many off springs. Where will we find space and resources to build them houses, give them clean water, sanitation? How many more trees will be cut down? Will our ill managed agricultural land produce enough grain for them? Will our exports reduce and imports increased? Will we fall deeper into debt? Do we have enough schools to educate and not simply train these kids? Will we have enough jobs for them? What will happen when they all have families and no jobs? What happens when the kids with a sense of superiority, lack of discipline or respect for all those around them, grow up and get disappointed? Angry? Frustrated? Out on the streets?
"You see, it’s not the lack of manners, or tarbiyat the scares me. It’s not that these people look you up and down as if you are trespassing, or that they treat hotel employees like 19th century Texan slaves; it is not that the kids run rampant in hallways at midnight; or that the husbands rarely talk to their wives, help with the kids or even smile. It is just the twenty years from now these kids will be soul of
Pakistan."

I usually write positive blogs. I try. I see a positive light in everything, but in this era of economic recession, climate change and wars, we are producing children that we do not know how to raise. The boys learn from the fathers to not help or respect women; women learn from their mothers to not respect other women, and lust after men. The basic structure of family is fragile and unhappy.

I will probably go and stay in Bhurban again. A mother of an asthmatic child, I need a centrally heated hotel in winters. Plus, I was impressed by the patience of the overwhelmed staff and the services of the hotel, but then I also saw a bit of Pakistan and that scares me.

I wish people had less children. I wish people knew how to be a couple before they became parents. I wish we knew the art of parenting. I wish our concept of purdah was not cover your head and stay indoors, but as my beloved Ghamidi put it, simple social etiquette.

I am worried for my rather well behaved child who at less than three can wait for her turn, can understand the difference between right and wrong… and then choose right, who says please and thank you, smiles at strangers, has a thirst for knowledge and mostly, is comfortable enough in her own skin to not judge others. How will she compare to the jungle that is becoming this nation? When she interacts with them, will she not be influenced? I wish the whole country was like my three year old is today. Mostly, I pray my country can sustain all the illiterate or ill brought up mass that is upon it… and that keeps growing.

I can only pray and vow not to be like the rest of them.

May Allah help us all.
Photo courtesy: http://www.panric.com/pakistans-public-train-system/

Monday, 4 January 2010

Writer's Block - Need I say more - by Bushra Hassan

For many months now, I have been writing blogs that emphasize on the essential goodness that is inside us Pakistanis. It is difficult to see some times, it is easy to take for granted... it is even easier to forget as we strive for sanity. This time my blog entry will not be my words, but that of a fellow Pakistani... I read him in DAWN yesterday... Letters to the Editor. I urge you to take a minute and read this:

Incident that changed my approach to life

IF we look around us, we will find a lot of goodness in our people. I saw this on Dec 28 when my confidence in our fellow beings and in the kindness of Almighty Allah was reinforced. That morning my wife was returning to Karachi from Faisalabad by Millat train accompanied by our two daughters, aged three and five years. I went to the station to receive my family but couldn’t find them. After a while I was shocked to see my elder girl standing by herself in a train compartment without her mother. There were some fellow passengers and a responsible policeman, Abdul Razzak, waiting with her. They broke the horrible news to me that my younger daughter accidentally fell off the train near Dhabeji station. My wife along with 20 to 25 fellow passengers managed to have the train stopped a kilometre or two from the spot where the child had fallen. They disembarked there to search for the missing child. In her panic, my wife forgot to carry her cellphone with her and so couldn’t contact me. The local people also joined the search party. My wife later recounted that the people — all strangers — were extremely sympathetic, helpful and concerned while searching for the child who had wandered off four kilometres into the woodland. It was after four hours that a young Pakhtun boy (could not obtain his details — May Allah reward him for his goodness) spotted Zainab and fetched her unhurt. When I met my little girl after these hours of high drama, she simply uttered these words: “Papa I was alone.” I just have no words to thank these men and women — strangers to me before this event brought us together — who shared those tense moments with us. By actively assisting in the search for our child, these noble souls displayed that spirit of humanity that holds mankind together. May Allah bless them and also my family — my father, brothers and my wife — who stood behind me giving me immense moral support in those testing hours. People have the capacity to organise themselves on the spur of the moment when faced with an emergency and respond positively. Take the case of Mr Jamil who disembarked with my wife, leaving his own family behind on the train, to take the responsibility of organising the search. There was Mr Asif who took the responsibility of communicating with the railway authorities, the Edhi Centre and the police. Generally, we tend to take for granted our family and our fellow beings. But we should learn to appreciate the goodness of the human heart that prompts people to respond to others in distress. Such is the spirit that can, if mobilised, help steer the country out of its troubles. The more I see of it, the more I feel vindicated in my decision to stay back in Pakistan and serve it as a part of the SIUT team that is doing such good work by holding up a candle of hope for people who are so desperately ill.
DR NASIR HASAN LUCK
Sindh Institute of Urology & Transplantation Karachi

Courtesy: DAWN.com; 3rd Jan 2010; Letters to the Editor
http://www.dawn.com/wps/wcm/connect/dawn-content-library/dawn/the-newspaper/letters-to-the-editor/incident-that-changed-my-approach-to-life-310

Friday, 25 December 2009

A Pakistani Karate Champ saved 14 lives before drowning on 25 Nov, 2009 In Jeddah flash flood and rain

JEDDAH: A Pakistani karate champion who saved the lives of 14 people in the Nov. 25 flashfloods before drowning while trying to save another is one of the many unsung heroes of that wednesday morning.According to a report carried by Al-Hayat Arabic daily, Farman Ali Khan’s brother, Rahman, is making arrangements to airlift his body to Pakistan so that his family, including his three young daughters, would see him before his funeral.“Farman’s youngest daughter Jarira has never seen her father,” Rahman told Al-Hayat, adding that his 32-year-old brother was a university graduate and held several certificates commending him for his voluntary work.

Rahman described his dead brother as a courageous man who ran through a fire to move a gas cylinder from a shop when he was 16. “If that cylinder exploded then there would have been a major disaster as there was a weapons warehouse nearby,” he said.

He added that Farman used tire tubes, wooden planks and ropes to save 14 people. “He was trying to save the 15th person when the water swept him away,” said Rahman, adding that his brother saved people without caring what their nationalities were.“His main objective was to save the lives of as many people as possible, and he used all possible means to achieve that,” he said.Rahman said his brother, who worked in a grocery store, was only able to visit his family in Pakistan twice since coming to the Kingdom six years ago.“I am proud of my brother’s heroism and I believe he is among the martyrs,” said Rahman.Farman is survived by his wife and three daughters — Zubaida, 7, Madeeha, 6, and Jarira, 4.

May Allah rest his soul in peace and reward him the best place in Jannah & give patience and courage to bear the loss. Ameen.

Friday, 11 December 2009

Writer's Block- This is my war - By Bushra Hassan

I am not very religious. My parents taught me namaz, though I never said them. I found every excuse in the book to not Fast. I had no inclinations for Hajj. I remember every Ramzan sitting with my mom and sisters, feeling obligated to read the Quran as I yawned through the nights.

Until, the bombings changed my life.

Earlier this year as the bombings increased, I realized that if death comes, I will have to first answer to Allah about my namaz. Before I knew it, I started saying my prayers (though still not very regularly). But Allah came and settled in my heart. I took refuge in this.

It is the War on Terror, the War against Muslims, as many call it, that has made me a better Muslim. I have become more conscientious, more responsible, kinder and just, better.

Now, next on my agenda is: Jihad.

Sounds funny! This Oxford educated, half-angrez, pant wearing, English speaking woman, who does not like Pakistani cuisine and until one year ago was planning to move and settle abroad, is going for Jihad.

Yes, I am.

And this is how.

This is my War. The dozens that die every day are my people. They die in mosques, on roads, in markets. They die on duty, in prayer or shopping.

And what does this Pakistani nation do?

Do we stop saying our prayers in mosques?
Do we stop going to markets? Going out altogether?
Do we stop sending our children to school?

No! We fight back!

We show resilience by refusing to live in fear, in fear of death, fear of injury, fear of yet another BREAKING NEWS on TV.

I will send my child to school no matter what.
I will go to office.
I will shop.
I will not leave this country. I will stay here for as long as I can. I will not leave my land to them.
I will not forward rumours of possible attacks to instill fear in my fellow people.
I will dance, sing, go on holidays and to cinemas, watch plays, attend concerts in my country.
I will support the troops and the police force.
I will not sit in drawing rooms and criticize the government. I will register to vote and participate next time. I will be an agent of change, and not just a critic.

It is not easy - sending my daughter to school, sitting in an office everyday that has a credible bomb threat looming on it. Life for us Pakistanis, is not easy, which is why it is now not just mere life, but Jihad.

You can call it Jihad or you can call it being positive. Choose what fits you. If you find religion uncool, if you consider religious people ignorant, if you feel too superior or lazy to bow your head to anyone, then don’t call this Jihad… but then, don’t bow your head to fear as well.

“Choose what fits you. If you find religion uncool, if you consider
religious people ignorant, if you feel too superior or lazy to bow your head to anyone, than don’t call this Jihad… but then, don’t bow your head in fear as well.”

Why should we anyway? This is our country. They can not make us afraid. Afraid in our own home. They can try and damage us, and yes, it aches every time to hear of all those we have lost and continue to lose. But I envy the martyrs who are in a happier place today. I notice how every death motivates this country towards solidarity, keeps us united, together, makes us even more resilient than before.

This is my war.

Every day I shall fight back by living. I will embrace life and deny fear. I shall laugh, sing and dance….. I shall live. I will not let them kill us while we are still alive.

In our car, we put on patriotic songs only. My two year old loves and sings, Jeevay jeevay Pakistan. We salute the policeman, who salute us back. We stand united, we fight, we live.
In honour of those who have died, I shall live. In honour of those who fight, I join them.

This is my War. This is my Jihad. I have my Allah with me. I am not afraid.

Thursday, 26 November 2009

Writer's Block - How are you spending your Eid? By Bushra Hassan

How are you spending your Eid?
Going to see your parents, or are guests coming to your place?
Is it a bakra or a gaye?
Are you hosting a BBQ? Are you the chef?
Will you be enjoying the lovely autumn weather as you munch on the tikkas?
Where will you heart be?

Is your heart in Waziristan where blood is being shed?
Is your heart with our jawans, young men, who are risking their lives for our freedom?
Who are fighting not one, but a consortium of enemies?

This Eid, will you be thinking of them?

or will you sit in your dining rooms, complain about the inflation, wearing beautiful clothes and munch on some dry fruit?

And why not! It is for our Eid, our freedom, our right to live that they are risking their lives. Why should we not embrace life more, in honour of them? Why shouldn’t we enjoy our Eid, remembering them, praying for them and their families?

That is definitely my plan. I intend to enjoy my freedom because much blood has been shed to protect it. I fully intend to dress up and eat plenty of meat because many young men have died for my right to dress and participate socially. Mostly, I intend to express my gratitude to my Allah, who sent us these angels.

"I intend to enjoy my freedom because much blood has been
shed to protect it. I fully intend to dress up and eat plenty of meat because many young men have died for my right to dress and participate
socially."

A group of young group of people, got together in Islamabad one night to express their gratitude for the army, the pain that has been felt over the past year, the fear that now surrounds us, and the resilience that makes us Pakistani. Wearing green ribbons, there were small performances…. not more than five minutes each, that took you through an emotional roller coaster. In one hour a multitude of emotions we have felt in the past one year were all rolled into one smashing bag of performances. The performers did not belittle or insult anyone. It was an expression of our gratitude for our right to speak, and our passion to use that right for the good. We all stood up for the armed forces, the police, the IDPs, the victims of bomb attacks and for the citizens of this country. We all stood up with pride and showed that we are alive, strong and united, and we will not let the enemy win.
One hour! One hour that changed me forever.

One hour that reminded me that we are indeed a country at War. That many have died, and continue to die, for a war we did not start. We realize that as a nation we must stand together, and stand strong, and stand by our jawans who fight for us. We must give them strength as they fight for our freedom. One hour that changed me, moved me…. and all those who were in attendance.

I have not laughed, cried, been shocked, moved, scared, raised with hope – and so much more- in one hour.

"We all stood up for the armed forces, the police, the
IDPs, the victims of bomb attacks and for the citizens of this country. We all stood up with pride and showed that we are alive, strong and united, and we will not let the enemy win."

And the next day, the same group got together and did more.

The young lot took time out one evening and wrote Eid cards for the troops with messages inside. My friends, many of them well versed in English, thought of urdu verses and words, poetry and songs ….in the language of our nation … to communicate with our heroes. We told them we loved them. That on this Eid we were thinking of them and were filled with gratitude. They are today’s Tipu Sultans, Qasim and Ayyubi. They are our sons and our brothers, and they are the pride of this nation.

Then there are those who are sending the troops sweaters and socks, and jackets…. Not because the troops need them but because we need to do something for them. To tell them we remember them and love them and that we are worth fighting for!

Yes, we are worth fighting for. Our freedom is worth fighting for!

No matter what the foreign policy or political status of this country, no matter how much we dislike the generals in their big fancy cars, we love our jawans and we stand by them. And this Eid, we are with them. Our hearts are with them. We will pray for their victory, as their victory is ours. We pray for their lives as they protect ours. We pray for their families, for they are our family. Our Eid is with them. As we munch on BBQ-ed meat and dress beautifully, and get together with our families, these jawans fight the enemy in bitter cold, admist barren and lifeless mountains that protect and show mercy to no one. As we spend our day watching TV lazily or sending meat to our friends, they will be hoisting the national flag on another mountain, and another…. and another.

So tell me now, how are you spending your Eid?

Thursday, 12 November 2009

Citizen's Speak: The Soldier Fights, Bleeds, Perhaps Dies. Freedom Lives - Saad Naveed Pall

Today was Veteran's Day in the US - a day to commemorate the sacrifices of the member of the armed forces and of civilians in the times of war. It is observed on 11 November to recall the end of World War 1 on that date in 1918. Major hostilities of World War 1 were formally ended at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918 with the German signing of the Armistice [1]. As I sit here in Atlanta observing the celebration of Veteran's Day, I can't help but think about the war being waged half way across the world in my home country Pakistan.
I have observed how much respect and honor is given to those who have been in the US armed forces. During one of my MBA classes today, one of my colleagues - a veteran who was deployed in Iraq and Afghanistan previously - was given a round of applause before the start of lecture. A small gesture perhaps, but it just goes to show how much the efforts of armed forces are appreciated. A message from the Dean to the entire school later in the day expressed his appreciation to family members and friends of the school's employees who are on duty and away from their loved ones. Schools all over the country held assemblies recognizing teachers and staff members who served in the United States Armed Forces, and remembered US troops who died in the past by playing patriotic music and songs.
Even Harley Davidson came up with a campaign saluting those who defend freedom (http://h-d.com/thankyou). The website campaign features the ability to add personalized thank you notes for veterans. "To everyone in uniform now and everyone who wore a uniform, thank you," says Rich S [2]. Harley Davidson also offers an exclusive promotion for veterans to win a Harley Davidson bike of choice on this Veteran's Day.

I have heard people say 'I am against the war in Iraq, but I support the troops in Iraq'. And that made me think about people's attitude towards soldiers and armed forces personnel in Pakistan. Pakistan is in the middle of a war against terrorist elements that threaten the sovereignty of the nation. The military has been in an intermittent state of war against Taliban since 2004, before an all-out operation (Operation Black Thunderstorm) was launched in Swat in April 2009. Later in October this year, the armed forces also launched an operation in Waziristan aptly called Rah-e-Nijat, Urdu for 'Path to Extermination'.

The attitude of people in Pakistan towards the war varies - a majority unwaveringly supports the war after seeing the disastrous consequences of a spate of suicide bombers all over the country in the wake of the the War on Terror. There are those however who still think that war is not the most effective solution to the issue. Whatever the opinion on the war and government policies around this may be, it is important to distinguish the role of the soldier from that of the politician. I have seen so many people curse soldiers for the ill-fortunes of the country. What they do not realize is that these soldiers hardly have a say in the policies dictated by our politicians and senior military leadership.
These soldiers are the ones who are away from their families, fighting in extremely harsh conditions with an enemy who is willing to take lives not just of soldiers but also innocent men, women and children. These soldiers are are up against the invisble enemy lurking in the shadows. They face the constant threat of an enemy right in front of their eye dressed as a common man. They face the incredible challenge of being in war in their own country, and trying to eliminate terrorist elements without compromising the lives and security of innocent people. And every single day, these soldiers are giving up their lives for the sake of freedom for the millions of people inhabiting Pakistan.

Last month, gunmen killed an army brigadier in a target shooting in Islamabad, the capital city of Pakistan. The brigadier was on a visit home from his post as commander of Pakistan's contingent of peacekeepers in Sudan. A soldier was also killed in the attack. Five days later, another brigadier narrowly escaped death as he was shot at by gunmen on a motorcycle as he was driving out of his car with his mother on the way to the bank. This was followed by another attempt at the life of a senior military officer on 6 November.

These are the news we hear on TV and in the papers. What we don't get to hear are news of the thousands of others - be it armed forces personnel or civilians - who are laying their lives for the sake of freedom. I was bereaved to hear news of the janitor at a university in Islamabad who courageously attempted to stop a suicide bomber from entering the university cafeteria after the terrorist had shot down the security guard at the gate [3]. Because of the heroic act of the janitor, the terrorist was unable to enter the crowded cafeteria and self-detonated outside, spraying many of his explosive vest's arsenal of ball bearings outside into the parking lot instead of into the cafeteria. Given that 300 to 400 girls were in the cafeteria at that time, the number of lives lost could have been huge if terrorist had managed to enter the hall.

Events of the past few months have proved that whoever thinks this is a religiously motivated war, or a so-called 'Islamist' movement, could not be far from the truth. This is a political movement that is being supported by foreign elements. The Taliban, bred in the 1980s as a counter to the Russian threat, have fragmented into numerous many sub-factions, gathering support from self-intereted groups both within and outside Pakistan along the way. Taliban is no longer the name of a group, but an ideology. Pakistan - once a safe place to live, and now plagued with suicide bombers in the wake of the War on Terror - is the country that has had to pay the heaviest price of this war. But that discussion is for another occasion.

For now I will just say this: the next time you get up to point a finger at an army veteran, or question the motives of an airforce pilot, think about the enormous sacrifices they are making for the sake of your future. We owe them a lot more than sincere appreciation for their courage and valor, but that really is the least we can do for them. Let us not blame the soldiers for the misjudgements and corruption of our politicians and military leadership. Let us give them the moral support that we owe them. I end with a tribute to the veterans from the 1960s by the famous singer Noor Jehan. Rumor has it that during the 1965 war, Noor Jehan stayed for 18 days recording songs at Radio Pakistan without going home.

'Aey watan key sajeelay jawaanon,
Meray naghmey tumharey liye hain,
Sarfaroshi hai imaan tumhara,
Jurraton key qarazdaar ho tum,
Jo hifaazat karey sarhadon ki,
Woh falak bos deewar ho tum'

References:
[1] Wikipedia - Remembrance Day (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Remembrance_Day)
[2] Harley Davidson - Military Appreciation (http://h-d.com/thankyou)
[3] CNN - Christian janitor died saving Muslim studeNTS (http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/asiapcf/11/11/pakistan.hero/index.html)

Wednesday, 11 November 2009

With Love from Lahore

We don't go to shop in Taliban controlled caves.


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Monday, 9 November 2009

Citizen's Speak: A Letter in the Name of Pakistan - Muhammad Sultan Shah

My Beloved, Bountiful Country Pakistan,

I will not ask how you are faring in these troubled times because we, the inhabitants of this nation feel, experience the same pain you suffer. These feelings of abject abuse and subjugation transform into determination and strength that course through our veins. It hurts me all the more acutely to be separated from you, each and every moment of every day, especially while I am here in the UAE due to my work.

I believe with all my heart that you are a nation of limitless potential with resources aplenty. However, this begs the question "How have we your inhabitants ravaged you to the extent that violations to human rights and dignity have become a daily occurrence? How have you become a nation where life's basic necessities (Food, water, electricity) are luxuries?". Your birth was witnessed by a scattered crowd with no aim and direction but you despite your tender age always took us under your soothing shadow and protected us. We are thankless and selfish despite the blessings you have bestowed on our shameless shoulders. The ideological grounding you have provided is precious to me beyond belief. And it hurts me profusely to se our "elected" leaders trying to question this ideology.

We should be ashamed of such shamelessness, especially in people who fall at the feet of countries such as the USA when they are meant to be advancing our own countries national interests at widely publicized international forums.

Our leaders have debased our nation to beggary giving the aforementioned such exquisite titles as "aid donations" to such apparently reputable groups as "FRIENDS OF DEMOCRATIC PAKISTAN". Perhaps people have stopped questioning their leaders right to rule or are blind to ground realities. It is in these difficult times that we find the common man struggling to make ends meet and the elites sending YOUR sons abroad to serve another nations' national interests. Is this the future we were fighting for on the fateful autumn day all those years ago? How can I share my sorrow with someone else as its only the motherland who listens and absorbs all when a son weeps from to his very limits. Countries who became independent long after us have progressed far ahead. While we, are still trying to resolve issues between Punjabis and Balochis, Sindhis and Pukhtuns. You, my dear have become a place where the third generation child descendant of a migrant is labeled a MUHAJIR. What is this nonsense have we got ourselves into?

After all this, I do not know how I can be so filled with pride and joy when i think of you, my beloved. I can clearly remember, I was taking my exams during my third year at university when a lethal Earthquake had struck the Northern Areas in 2005. The whole nation came together and sacrificed everything they could for their suffering brothers and sisters. No other nation can display the same extreme passion and mobility as we did during that time. For we are the descendants of brave forefathers. The great will that your sons showed in the Prime Ministers’ QARZ UTARO MULK SANWARO SCHEME was a thing to be seen. This national spirit reappeared recently as well after the T20 win in England. But what really happens after all these events? Why does segregation overtake Unity once more?

Sometimes, I wonder if we are really being targeted because our existence threatens the world. Is there really a religious conspiracy behind all this? Topping all this with some of our own weakness as a nation. Could all this really be the cause of the plight we find ourselves in? I do not have answer to this question.

I cannot speak for the previous generations but I have seen an everlasting will and Passion in today’s youth. The passion to revive your Dignity and pride. The passion to bring back the ideology and fulfill all dreams of Iqbal. We have hit rock bottom. That is why I am positive that this is the point where you will start to rise InshAllah and will reach the zenith of Glory. From now on you will only go upwards Inshallah. Even though the circumstances may not seem so my heart still gives testimony to your rise.

Right from my childhood, I have been hearing that we need a leader who will come and show us the right path and will lead us to our destiny. Everyone parrots this same phrase. But my heart firmly believes that everyone is a leader for himself. The ray of light that we are searching across the horizon is in fact hidden inside our very selves. We just need to concentrate and continue thinking in positive manner.

Perhaps I will never be able to express the love my heart carries for you because the words that express my passion for you have not yet been derived. Your love and admiration is the most precious treasure of my life. O my beloved country, please always keep me in your soothing shadow.

Perhaps the people are right who say that PAKISTAN KA ALLAH HEEEE HAFIZ HAY but I say that if Allah is protecting you then we (Your Sons) are your guardians. With the blessing of Allah, each and every one of your sons will protect you till his last drop of blood. Always.

I am not too shy to express my Love for you. You are the only love of my life. May Allah always keep you rising and prosperous.

Pakistan Zindabad

Friday, 6 November 2009

Writer's Block - The Burning Candle by Bushra Hassan

Let my burning heart
Dry away my tears
Let my tormenting mind
Create new fears

Let the time of my life
Run faster than the world’s
Let world’s lashing tongue
snatch away my words

Let my mountains and my people
Be set on fire, crushed piece by piece
The angel of death will bow down
the burden of lives he has to seize

Let the schools burn
Or the children return
Safe or badly scarred
In nights of darkness and days of gloom
My home is lit by stars

Young heroes lay down their lives
Another orphan is born
Widows raise their heads with pride
The only way to mourn

Let them force their will
the fear may return
but they can’t blow my life away
the candle will always burn

SOAP BOX: It is not in our stars but in ourselves, that we are underlings! - Zahid Husain

“It is not in our stars but in ourselves that we are underlings” Julius Ceaser by William Shakespeare. This statement so aply applies to us all today in Pakistan! I recall it from my days in college when we read the book during English Literature class that my Professor Mr. Humayun Tajik taught; In those days he would draw similes' between the then prevailing conditions in Pakistan and the book we were reading in class! And you know something they still prevail, only worse!

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The Powerful, Influential, moneyed, landed, Industrialists, Businessmen, Feudals and the Establishment, have in fact grown in their greed for money and power! I am neither a sociologist or a psychologist, but somewhere in our gene pool there is this one that continues to contaminate and multiply throughout the Motherland like a cancerous virus that has now virtually infected all strata of our existence!

Our educational institutions are rotten to the core, from the gatemen to the Principals, they are all busy bending the rules and diluting the discipline of their environments that they hold sway over; it si no wonder that the products of our institutuions are what we encounter in our daily struggles, and this is repeaed year after year without abating so now we have a completely corrupt and morally defunct society. By society I include all levels of the citizenry.

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The challenge that we all now face is how to rid ourselves of the cancer and stem the spread, and reverse the rot to improve the morality of our present citizenry, as well as to ensure, that no more generations go this route.

Has anyone any thought or ideas on the subject, because I sure don't!

MAJ31

Wednesday, 4 November 2009

With Love from Lahore

A hazy Autumn afternoon in Lahore. Look at the size of that tree folks!

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Hum Sab Hain Dhaani - We are all Pakistani

A Youth Movement worthy of your support. Every single person can make a difference. Do your part, have your voice heard.

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Lets unite as one and show them - these perpetrators who want to destroy our nation, who want to kill civilians, who didn't even stop at killing our women! - we will not lose our spirit.

Then lets do it, right?

Everyone, wherever you are, whatever you are doing, wherever you are working, studying, living, breathing, all your friends, all your relatives, begin your day with wearing a green shirt and hang the flag out of your window.

All across Pakistan, Middle East, UK, US, Australia, wherever you are, unite with your colours.

It is a mirror of Independence Day, the only day in the year we unite. The media HAS to take notice and we will write to them to take notice.

Make ALL of Pakistan and the world go green. Tell everyone. Call all Pakistanis on Orkut, on FB, on your email list. Go tell your neighbours. SMS your friends.

On November 9, every Pakistani seeing everyone else wearing green will feel united, will feel YES we ARE one.

We cannot go to war, we cannot go fight. But we can make a statement. One which will tell them 'you cannot destroy our spirit'.









I Spy: To Hope or NOT to Hope. That is the Question - Sadaf Zarrar

We are victims of Terror. Perhaps the most effected Victims of Terror in the world today. I have no doubt about that... We are not a terrorist producing factory, we our suffering because we did not, over time, select good leaders nor good allies. We are ignorant, indifferent... even stupid. We are NOT terrorists!

Apparently, Hilary Clinton thinks that if we really think Kerry Lugar Bill is nonsense that I in my personal limited knowledge firmly believe it is, than we shouldn't take aid and let it go. Now I only wish Mrs. Clinton or her countrymen were that generous in giving us a choice post 9/11. I wonder how much responsibility her country takes for the current state that our country is in. Yes, we played a royal role in creating this mess, but can the US just march in and ask for our pound of flesh?

And then ofcourse, apparent 2000kg or some insane amout like that of explosives have apparently been sneaked into Lahore, and a random truck apparently is roaming the roads as I type seeking ifs next few hundred casualties and a few thousand victims.

On top of it, what doesn't blow up crashes. So yes, there was a train collision near Landhi today also. Schools are closed, Cinemas aren't safe, Markets are deserted, People are glum... The mood in general is sombre.

The question remains, Shall I hope or shall I give it all up?? Where as every logical bone in my body (I dont have many of those) screams that I should, that I should try finding a way out somehow, that things will only get worst and so on so forth... The simple fact is, the only thing I have left that gets me going every day is hope and giving that up is perhaps worst than giving up on myself... it is giving up on everyone and everything I have known in this life and cared about.

The way I see it is very simple. I am not going to give up. I am not going to give up hope that this country and its people will be happy again! I will stand resilient to the point of pure annoyance. I mean what do I really have to lose? The war here is not of bombs and ammunition, it is about who believes more... If there are people who are insane enough to believe in something utterly groundless so pationately that they are willing to blow themselves up and end their lives, why should I not be insane enough to live my life to the fullest every day!

I am not denying that times are difficult, I am not asking anyone to be oblivious (despite that fact that I propagate paying less attention to our local news channels) all I am asking is, to live on and don't let your heart die before you do! At the end of the day, it is a battle of belief. And the one standing last will be the one who didn't give up!

Friday, 30 October 2009

Support for the troops

Courtesy: DAWN.com

RECENTLY, I was standing in the immigration line at Atlanta’s international airport along with dozens of arrivals to the US from South Asia, Africa and the Middle East. Nearby, Americans were also lining up to re-enter their country.

While we waited, a flight carrying International Security Assistance Force (based in Afghanistan) troops set down. With no need to clear immigration, the troops, in army fatigues and carrying backpacks, walked through the arrivals hall in sporadic batches.

As each group passed the line of foreigners, they were met by deathly silence, piercing stares, rolling eyes or deep sighs. As they reached the Americans, though, there was an explosion of cheers, applause and hooting.

Throughout my recent trip to the US, I was reminded of that country’s unwavering backing of its armed forces. Walk into Starbucks, and you’ll be asked if you want to donate instant coffee to the troops this morning. Get on a bus, and the man across from you will be sporting an ‘I support the troops in Afghanistan’ button.

Pick up a women’s magazine, and the ‘guy of the month’ will be a serving officer. And this in a country where, according to a recent Gallup/USA Today poll, 45 per cent of the population does not favour a troop surge in Afghanistan.

Here, in Pakistan, a similar outpouring of support for our army is made impossible by that institution’s longstanding entanglement with civilian politics. Writing on these pages, Shandana Khan Mohmand rightfully asked, ‘why, after all these years, are we not able to differentiate between the army’s rightful role as defenders of Pakistanis, and its wrongful role as a political force?’ In this moment, however, it’s essential that Pakistanis learn to see the difference.

In the wake of the GHQ attack, troop morale must have been compromised. In Waziristan, the jawans are ill-equipped, dealing with stiff resistance from Uzbek and TTP fighters, and toiling under the knowledge that their 3:1 ratio against the area’s militants is probably not enough to decisively win this battle. They have been described as American mercenaries and are being held responsible for the mass displacement of thousands of people. Their deaths — like those of the militants they’re battling — are becoming statistics.

It also doesn’t help that recent setbacks in Swat — after what was described as a victory over the Taliban — have clarified that there’s no such thing as a conclusive victory when it comes to counterterrorism operations. And days into the Rah-i-Nijat push, the thought of a new frontline emerging in Punjab has to be an exhausting proposition.

Under these circumstances, the army, in its role as the defender of Pakistanis, should be backed by nationwide support. Before the Waziristan operation was launched, the political leadership expressed its support of the army. Talking heads on television acknowledge that we are relying on the army to ‘save’ us. And last week, traders in Rawalpindi brandished banners supporting the army. But don’t the foot soldiers deserve more?

Ironically, Pakistan’s failure to stand by its troops in a time of war is a direct consequence of the army’s omnipresence as a political force. Any support the public has recently expressed for the army has been in its political capacity; this, in turn, has negated the public’s backing of the army in its current role as the nation’s defender.

Consider the ongoing brouhaha surrounding the Kerry-Lugar act. Though widely read as a symptom of endemic anti-Americanism, opposition to the act was also a demonstration of regard for the army as a political institution that need not be checked by the civilian government.

Instead of bolstering public and official support for the army during Rah-i-Nijat, campaigns against the act have heightened tensions between the government and army, and forced civil society to dwell on the army’s many undemocratic indiscretions at a time when we should be grateful for their sacrifices in the battlefield.

Similarly, Interior Minister Rehman Malik’s recent comment about terror attacks being orchestrated by India toes the army’s political line, but does the troops on the ground a disservice. Knee-jerk, anti-India rhetoric is the hallmark of Pakistan’s military-dominated foreign policy. But it also muddies the waters with regard to the Waziristan offensive.

If the public is to believe that India is responsible for this country’s predicament, then the ongoing operation seems misguided — an example of kowtowing to American demands while real trouble brews on the eastern border.

Headlining India also confuses the public perception of the army’s real intentions in Waziristan. After all, some might wonder, if India is the real threat, why should the army fully eradicate the strategic assets it has been cultivating all these years.

The fallout of such politicking is less support — in both figurative and real terms — for our troops at the frontlines. For example, Maulvi Sher Mohammad, the founder of an anti-Taliban Mehsud militia, recently refused to fight alongside the army in Waziristan, claiming that he did not fully trust the military’s motives.

As attacks become more audacious, Pakistanis need to stand by the troops confronting the militants head on. One of the first ways to do this is by not raising objections to the new US defence bill, which will provide $2.3bn in the coming fiscal year. The bill requires that this money be monitored, but that’s not always a bad thing.

At the moment, the US is holding back important equipment, such as helicopters and satellite phone jamming equipment, needed to fight militants because of the Pakistan Army’s past financial lapses and history of turning a blind eye to Taliban attacks against US troops (a consequence of its political stance).

If confident that the army is committed to countering terrorism, the US will share equipment and intelligence with Pakistan. Such resources will help the army better defend this country, and reposition Pakistan as a partner — not a client state — in the war against terror.

huma.yusuf@gmail.com

Thursday, 29 October 2009

The Law is, that there are no Laws…..

I have only just started discovering what the cyclists on our roads experience,  that is because somewhere in the recesses of my memory lies the experiences of my youth; when in school and college one first rode on the rear carrier or the cross bar of the bike ridden by a domestic employee, then one graduated to one’s own 2 wheels with pedal power; later in college to be replaced by 2 wheels driven by a 200 cc petrol engine, my trusty Triumph Tiger Cub.

During all those years on 2 wheels, we youngsters not only respected the laws of the road, by were also respected by other road users; we had lights on our bikes and reflectors on the rear mud guards, double-savaree was not permitted, so the 2nd rider would jump off the minute a constable came into view! Otherwise, it meant one or a number of punishments; first timers were made to be a murga on the side of the road till the cop felt you had learnt your lesson, repeat offenders would have the air let out of the tires and made murgas, while hardened offenders would actually end up at the police stations!!!

The tongas in those days were the main form of transport, and even they were strictly monitored, like, their oil lamps had to be lit before sunset, and they were challaned for over loading goods or people, yes! They would attempt that to make a few extra rupees.

Vehicle drivers were cautious in the way they drove their machines, from army trucks to motorbikes and everything in between. So, we the cyclists felt comfortable riding around all over the city without the slightest fear of being hit by any other road user, not that it never happened, mind you.

So, recently I took the plunge and acquired a bicycle! And took to the roads of the Lahore Cantonment, to begin a new road experience; what I have encountered and concluded is that the cyclist is the most vulnerable of all the road users! For starters they should have been born with an additional set of eyes at the back of their heads! Then they have to forget that there are rules that every user abides by, and remember that the rules of the jungle apply!IMG_6295e

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have concluded that I need to share with the reader my conclusions and expose the worst offenders on the roads, they are listed below in and ascending order worst at the top.

  1. Drivers of Public/Private Carrier vehicles from mini pickups/buses to large trucks/buses
  2. Vehicle drivers using cell phones while they drive
  3. Employed drivers of private cars/vans
  4. Youngsters, some even under age, on m’ bikes/cars
  5. Entire families of 4-6 individuals on 1 m’ bike
  6. Female learner drivers
  7. Elderly drivers
  8. The rest who carry out conversations like they are in their drawing rooms totally oblivious of the developing situations on the roads

It is with much sadness that I have to admit that my decision to use a bicycle for short trips around the Cantonment was not a good one so I am hanging up my helmet and my safety vest for now! But I do want to stress that as a result of this eye opening experience I very much wish to be part of a movement to force the Authorities to formulate a stricter modus operandi to manage the traffic on the roads.

May I humbly suggest that they take a leaf out of the Emirates Police’s book? I have lived there, so I know! They run their own driving school, that way they ensure that the standards and regulations are maintained to a level that guarantees drivers have the ability and skills to use their roads!

So far the track record of the Highway/Motorway Police is very impressive! And I would very seriously suggest that they be given the responsibility and task, country-wide, to set up driving schools to ensure that future drivers are trained to obey the Laws and rules as well as create awareness in them, that courtesy on the roads is mutual!

In addition to that I suggest that all violators henceforth not only be fined but forced to take up a refresher course to ensure they learn what they were never taught in the first place! And thereby qualify to retain their licenses. It is only then that we can look forward to a better driving environment and perhaps my grand children will be able to dust off and use my helmet and safety vest to ride on a bicycle with some safety!

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Wednesday, 28 October 2009

With Love from Lahore

A Pictorial Journey of Lahore through the eye of mobile phone camera. Random things we take for granted and the world doesn't know about us.

Lahoris love their food and Pizza Hut loves us enough to localize their Pizza!!

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Monday, 26 October 2009

The Green Ribbon Movement.


As the brave sons of the Pakistan soil take steady steps forward in crushing forces of extremism that have terrorized our nation... Let us join hands and stand together as one nation. TCT urges you to tie green ribbons on your gates, around your arms, outside your windows... fly the Pakistani flag high and proud.
One step by a brave soldier is a step by 170 million Pakistanis. Let them know they are not alone, an entire nation stands firm behind them. Pakistan Hamesha Zindabad!

Aik Alif - Saein Zahoor and Noori. Coke Studio Season 2

Pakistan faces a new 9/11 everyday. Terror may have victimized our homeland but it has not silenced our voices... Enjoy a Masterpiece by TCT's favourite musician 'Ali Hamza'of the Noori Band. There are lessons for all of us in these beautiful verses, written by Bulleh Shah. Find out more about Noori at: http://nooriworld.net/