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Silence

Feelin the cold
can't decide which is worse
this or the one inside

At least this has a limit
something u can decide

For I am the one living a life
meaningless joyless subside

Do I regret falling
having No one to confide

Maybe it's my destiny
to have bitter grief reside

As darkness slowly creeps in
silent cries echo inside

Looking for a crowd
for I have a tear to hide


The Last Gift

To love you is wrong I know
feelings as cold as snow
can still feel the warmth
beside me nothing left to glow

I feel the numbness seeping in
empty aching heart grows cold
you dont even see me now
might as well be buried deep within

I wish I could stop being sober
cant bare to know that its over
memories riddle the mind
asking why with no answer

you will know what emptiness is
you will feel what loneliness gives
you will look for comforting warmth
you will long for lingering embrace

wishing ashes could give
I will burn until nothing's left
you will notice the warmth then
never knowing that it is the last gift


An extinction well deserved

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Pakistan.

I loved the name and when I grew up I loved the idea. Since then Ive accepted the bitter reality that the idea though how beautiful at its inception, remains as fragile.

Ive seen many years and have witnessed the decay of morality and humanity seeping away. Things that once were rare and were enough to jog the conscious of a nation, now dont even register. Pakistanis seem to have and endless ability to devise ways to plunder, murder & inflict endless pain thus becoming less then human blood thirsty sadists.

A population with no moral values, no human decency invites a destiny of annihilation. No amount of human endeavour can alleviate the collective sickness that runs in the blood. There is no cure for this plague except extinction.

An extinction well deserved. When you remain quiet when they murder brothers, mothers and children. When they burn houses and you look the other way. When they spew hatred and you accept. When you dont think and just obey. You dont question …

Shared Sadness

Feeling the numbness seeping in
right to the pores nothing left within

lifeless eyes stare at me, faces grinning
as the soul evaporates and they win

you dont know the depth of my grief
was said to me aching and crying

what to offer there is nothing left
some comfort words and praying

strange bonds of shared sadness
carried through wires paper thin


Is it so unbelievable ?

How do we believe something? How do we go beyond a shadow of a doubt about something? What are our convictions & beliefs and are they really forever and do we cloud our judgement with our aspirations and distorted view of the world through our limited knowledge and by simply believing what we are told?

As terms like Islam Ahmadiyya or #JalsaUK trend at the top positions on Pakistan's twitter page, previously terms like Promised Messiah or Mirza Masroor Ahmad and others also trended. Now assuming that most of the pakistani twitter users check to see what the current trends are, why did they choose to ignore it, or why does it stir so much hatred thats what I am trying to figure out.

"Mostly" the literate intellectuals choose twitter as their social network, ones that can see through the uselessness of Facebook and are interested in serious dialog and discussion. It seems logical when a term like The Promised Messiah pops up it should warrant some investigation... and…

A Childhood under Persecution

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It was 1984 and I was 7 years old. That day was strange my dad brought a box home and it was filled with kalima badges I had never seen so many badges before. As I vaguely recall I asked my father what were they for and he said they are for proudly showing that we are Muslim. Why do we have to show anyone that were Muslims? was my question and his reply was cause some bad guys think they can read what's in your heart.

Darker days were ahead Zia's ordinance had been enforced I remember that day when they said you cannot do Adhan in your mosques and you cannot call your mosque what it was.

I remember the prayers where my father and brothers and sister and others would cry and one could hear the cries of lament that emanated from their souls.

Soon news started to arrive of arrests being made, their crime? "posing as a Muslim" and I would wonder how can I be any other way, I am a Muslim thats all I know how to behave like... Will they come for me too?

Then one day there…

Unwise Choices

forewarned not to be ridden
unwise to taste the forbidden
for there is always a catch
sweet poison vile and hidden

while the infection quickly spread
ensuing blindness to the looming dread
woven was a deception so complete
pretty beads of lies on every thread

ambition kindling the fire within
virtue withered naked souls therein
when the blistering truth conceded
nothing was left but a prying grin

left untold and forgotten will be
that love once blossomed for me
that I bore such tormentful cruelty
hiding wounds where none can see





Looking back at May28 2010 Ahmadi Massacre

I wrote some of this a month after the attacks in Lahore,  in which more then 86 Ahmadi worshipers were brutally murdered. It was the largest attack of this kind on Pakistani soil and modern Religious history, even after so many years the memories remain vivid in my mind and every new atrocity brings back the pain to the surface again.

A lot has been said for how it happened and why it happened and who is responsible. For that I only say that we have rested our case to Allah Almighty and He will do us justice Inshallah.

Although this event had a profound impact on all of the Jamaat what I want to share here are my personal observations as a person who was involved in reporting the incident via MTA International.

I got the news while I was at home cause friday is the day off. I was called to the office immediately as our teams were getting ready to go to Lahore. At that time I was sent to the Aam Qaberstan (the graveyard next Bahisthi Maqbra) to get the shots of the graves being prep…

Mooda is Leaving

Mooda says I am leaving. He is determined to leave Pakistan at whatever cost. I asked him what will you do and he says ... bathroom saf ker laan ga but will not live in this country any more. What provoked this sudden change of heart I asked and he said in his typical style ... Yaar Naeem Bhai eithay kuj nahin rakhya hun ... sab tabah ho gya aey ... Kam koyee hay nahin .. machinan band piyan nain loki dokana khol ke behtay nay per kam nahin kuinke bijli nahin....

The same Mooda only a few months ago said he would never leave Pakistan ever... then asked he said there are plenty of opportunities here and if one worked hard he could make a life for him self.

Once I asked him Mooday tuun baher kuin nahin challa janada he said Pakistan mera mulk aey asi bari qurbaniyan dityan ne ainoo banan astay agar sab parhay likhay log chad kle challay gaye te fer aida ki banay gaa. Moodawas doing his PhD in physics at that time.

I wonder how many Moodas are left in this country now ... as for this one…

People

I have learned from experience over and over again that people cannot be trusted. When I first heard trust no one on x-files I didn't know that eventually it would become my motto too.

What amazes me is how easily everyone else around me seem to trust total strangers. Maybe I was destined to be a loner. I definitely didn't plan on it.

And then come those people who want something from you always, the moment their need is satisfied your history bro.

And there are those who always manage to find fault in every thing someone does I imagine thats partially because of their inability to achieve what u have.

And then there are those who just do anything for glory wah wah and balay balay. In my life I've rarely seen people who were genuine and wanted to do something just because it was needed.

People assume everyone to be like themselves and read motives and aspirations which may not exist.

I'm sick of people. People despise, say hateful words, deceive and manipulate, lie, cheat a…

Falling

useless empty life worthless
words echo in my mind

over and over again we run this circle
over and over we fall

could it be that this time
you'll pick me up

could it be that this time
you'll take my hand

as I see you pass me by
heart aches with the distance

you never look back
not even once

heart aches with every footstep
taking us further apart

memories left behind
of a beautiful start



The last time

today was the last time that I tried
but you are heartless
you are a lie

you cannot see
and now I will not show you
you dont deserve my love

and you will never have it again
so keep on doing what you do
for the one who gave a damn

is not yours anymore

Feelings of an Ahmadi enduring endless Persecution

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For what it's worth all a persecuted man can do is try to reason, try to explain that what your doing in the name of God has nothing to do with the teachings of Islam, try to appeal to the one thing that binds us all, humanity, to stop the barbarity, stop the hatred before it consumes everything ... that the path Pakistan is being forced to take will lead to its destruction. No matter how many times I try, they still murder my brothers. I force my self to be calm cause I dont believe that my resorting to violence is the solution but that does not mean that I dont feel anger ...

I do ... I feel rage and that rage turns to tears when I pray ...

I pray that may Allah crush to a paste those who murder in the name of God and those who help them. I have a firm belief that Allah listens to the prayers of those who are in pain and who are the persecuted.

One might think that this prayer is just a cry of someone who is weak and worthless but beware if you close your eyes or look the other…

A look at the extremist mindset of Pakistan (The Maya Khan incident)

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So I was surfing the net & this link pops up on twitter. As a rule I have decided not to watch Pakistani television for mental health hazard reasons but heck this was from the net and must be something funny but it turned out to be shocking.


A mob of Vigil-Aunties lead by Maya Khan attacking kids allegedly on dates in the parks... well to tell the truth it was kinda funny for about 3 seconds and then it turned to horror and outrage. Who is she to be the moral police was my first reaction.

Its sad really to see the lows people can go to just for cheap fame. The reaction from the internet was overwhelmingly negative as well.


I think all the rage and the disgust stems from the fact that this one incident illustrates how close to the brink we really are. The fact that Pakistani society has extremism now embedded in its very core.

You dont need to be mullah or bearded religious fanatic to be an extremist, years of programming of the pro-radical islamic doctrine to the masses has resul…

All Pakistanis are Astronauts

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When I was in the 8th grade there was an essay in our english book about Valentina Tereshkova the first woman in space and it detailed all of her hard and rigorous training which ranged from extreme pressure, noise to severe vibrations. Zero gravity training and also extreme heat and cold conditions.

Thats when it hit me while I was crammed in a rickshaw with 15 other kids on my way back from school that all Pakistanis can be Astronauts. Yes we fit the criteria of training perfectly.
Crammed in that rickshaw I was subjected to all kinds of extreme pressures, thats was one condition meet and then there were extreme vibrations due to the broken road mimicking the NASA training to the letter and since it was in July so serve hot conditions was also valid and when the Rickshaw would suddenly encounter an unexpected speed breaker we would all receive Zero Gravity simulation, take that Vomit Comet.  
For selecting astronauts NASA prefers Air force pilots but if Pakistan had a space program…

The grumpy guy's list of 10 Things to know before getting married...

Well I see your sad my son... come over here tell daddy all about it ...
.....

u see kid your doin it wrong...
there are a few things that you need to know before you jump into the hell hole... (opssss marriage)

1. Its all about the money. Plain and simple ... you got the doe will have the flow if you know what I mean.

2. There is no such thing as love ... its all bullshit...

3. If you ever think that you can understand a woman ... your a moron ....

4. If you ever think a your woman can understand you... your even a bigger moron than I thought

5. The easiest way to win an argument is to admit your wrong... cause thats whats your gonna do in the end anyway...

6. Have 2 tv sets in the house... cause if its 1, its hers

7. All the crapiest movies and soaps on tv are "Good"

8. Accept it ... whatever you do ... your still a moron to her

9. Whatever she does is "hard work" and whatever you do is "resting"

10. If you want companionship and loyalty ... get a dog

The Impact of reality TV like Big Boss on Pakistani Society

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It seems that everyone I know watches Big Boss another import from India, proving that our Pakistani media simply is not capable of producing quality programming and have no problem putting something on Pakistani screens which is at odds with our so called religious boundaries, hence the double standards of the media and the people of Pakistan, who are ok with scantily clad women dancing on the screen but will  rise in fury to kill anyone who wants to believe in whatever  he sees as the truth, its seems that you can do whatever you want as long as its hidden & you take the oath that declares your elegance to the state approved Ummah 

Coming back to Big Boss, after watching it for a while for a day I started wondering why would a person watch something like this? whats the appeal? and I have come to a conclusion, that people have lost all confidence in mankind's inner goodness.

For me whats disturbing & disgusting really, is that people enjoy all the scheming and plotting …

Lament

Worthless words. Words have no meaning. My question as always, why? Even tired of asking, maybe I should just give up.

My lament is my own
To find a way home
The journey I take alone
Battered betrayed all hope gone

This empty life worthless
Even death alludes merciless
Yearning to be held
Longing tenderness

you close you eyes as I burn
might as well stake the heart
Ashes of whats left drift away
Taking us even further apart

I can see it when you deceive
The more I see the more I believe
in a dark world and its cruelty
with lies deceit and no loyalty

letting you have your way
to wound me over and over again
though you dont love me anymore
at least a reason for you to stay