Happy Birthday Quaid ...

25 Dec. every year make people happy across the world. Christmas make Christians happy as its their religious festival and liberals for their broadmindedness and habit of celebrating almost every event irrespective of religion and country. I think that's the effect of global world kind of philosophies.

Pakistani nation also celebrate this day for its national importance that the founder caravan of Pakistan was led by Quaid-e-Azam Muhammad Ali Jinnah - the man whose birth made this date special and important for Pakistan. But the continues efforts of "some powers" have been succeed to achieve the goal.

A time was there when people tell the stories of their great Quaid to their kids to celebrate the day, so the generation knew about the sacrifice their ancestors made to get a free country for them to practice the Islamic teachings without any restriction. But today's age is so fast and surrounded by technology, that people don't have time for their kids. Sending them to schools and couching centers seems to be their only responsibility in the name of education. The kids are even confused about the date that is 25th Dec is birth or death anniversary of Quaid-eAzam. They don't know anything about his life and the worst thing is they themselves are not interested in knowing about their legendary leader.

A survey reports that Kids always need heroes to make their mentor and follow them, so Europe on this account despite all of their differences came together and made heroes for them. They changed names of Muslim legends, scientists, scholars and all the other Muslim entities into their language despite the fact that names remains same in every language i-e "Jibraeel" changed to Gabriel, "Yaqoob" changed to Jacob, "Arastoo" changed to Aristotle

They wanted to make heroes of their own from history, but when they didn't got enough they portrayed bad men as the good ones i-e killer of millions of people made "Alexander - The Great"

Its point to think that if kids need heroes and if we are not fulfilling this need ... who is doing it for Muslims and Pakistani children? Look around, analyze the media, check the syllabus books of your kids, and specially behaviors of your kids and youth. They are not happy about their leader birth anniversary - they are happy for getting a holiday. They don't know about their leader's life but they know everything about the showbiz personalities, they are confused about the birth and death dates of leaders but they know its Christmas on 25 Dec. 

Muslim children, youth and even elders are greeting everyone for Christmas to make fun for time being but very few remembered that its birth anniversary of Quaid-e-Azam. Much fewer told the stories of his life to their kids and make them feel that its not only Christmas today.

I want to say "Happy Birthday my Quaid" and I hope that one day the whole nation will say you that again and remember you as the mentor and hero, and know every part of your life, and follow you again. 

I wish that one day come soon.

میرے کچھ پھول زخمی ہیں

From now on I'll imagine red stians on my uniform

I'm a Garrisonion, and I always used to cherish  memories of my school and college life. I still have all my school and college ID cards, uniform, house badges and sashes as a pride or I think anything belong to Pakistan army is always a pride even just the name "Army Public School" "Azam Garrison"

When I watch any kid going school in uniform of Army school or resembling to that, my own uniform flashes to my mind and bring a smile on my face. But today's incident (16 Dec, Peshawar attack) has changed the color of my own uniform in my mind. It turned red with blood stains, I'm feeling so restless since I've heard the news. 

I'm feeling like all of this is happening to me right now. All the injured and martyr kids are my close friends, I've studied, played and shared moments with them. I want all of them alive and happy with me in ground. That green playground where we used to be daily in morning assembly prayers and recite the National anthem with full loud voices, that ground has also turned red with screaming of injured kids. Those red and white class rooms where I always used to grab the seat just in-front of the teacher, but walls of those class rooms are now riddled with bullets.

My memories are gonna change forever. From now on I'll imagine red stains on my uniform.

The only crime of those children was that they were the families of the bravest people of this nation even of this world. And I wanna say that those TTP men who attacked them are the most coward people of the world, and they should stop calling themselves Muslims, as Muslims are not allowed to attack the innocents even if they are from the enemy we are having battle with. What TTP is doing is not Islam. If they are really working for Allah and what they are doing is Jihad plus they have guts - they must come out from their hideouts and face the real force of Pakistan, the Pakistan army. And leave their kids and families

Pain and Pleasure - 16 Dec

16 Dec - A date that every year brings different emotions to two parts of the Asian region belongs to same single nation (Muslim are one nation). A feel of pleasure, happiness and independence for Bangladesh and a sense of pain, sadness and loosing to Pakistan. 

This is really a dilemma that mistakes rather crimes of rulers fall us apart from each other and we are at so much distance that memories of sufferings of one is the real happiness for the other.

I want to say that what happened then is history, harsh, bitter and true history and history can't be changed. But what's going on now is not history, its present and present is a gift, we can change it by efforts and prayers. So let's change the history of hatred into present of love and friendship.

If we can have "Aman ki Aasha" with the forever enemy country like India. Why we can't have a "Mohabat ki Aasha" with our very own brother's country Bangladesh? Let's start with a new beginning of brotherhood.

Hey! I got friends

Facebook is considered the biggest social networking site, where people interact with many different persons and make new friends. New friends from different cities and different countries have conversations and know about each other very often, talking to someone you don't know is sometime good enough to make people friends more than usual facebook chatters. But these people never ever imagine to meet and talk face to face like normal friends.

But that wasn't normal day - that was Ijtama-e-Aam by Jamaat-e-Islami at Minar-e-Pakistan. 

Let me mention first that Jamaat-e-Islami has a huge facebook family, and Ijtama beside training was a family gathering for workers. And almost all of them managed to meet each other there. Although it was funny to wait for meeting the people we have never seen before, I always hesitate to meet new people, but still was waiting for my facebook friends. 

Finally the day came, here comes the first from list. I was in social media camp women wing, a lady came and asked about me from someone else, and when I met her I was like 

"O My God! All the time chatting with her, I thought she was a little aged (but she was pretty young women)" :)

Talking with her while sitting close to her and watching her smile and laughing together was fun. And she was not the only one. 

There was another famous cleric from facebook women community,and was right in-front of me in veil, my in-charge asked me "Have you met Asra Ghauri?" I said "no, not yet" and she says "Meet na" I was like "Shazia Baji I'll meet her but she has to reach here first, how can I meet someone who is not present at the moment" She smiled a little and introduced me to that lady.

"Asra, this is Arisha" :)

Asra Ghauri took a step, greeted and hugged me and I was thinking What am I doing? complaining about the absence of a person just in-front of her plus I had told one or two ladies just before that, Asra wasn't there. And the fun part is, by her Abaya and veil she was looking a comparatively young lady but later I found out that her daughter is also fully grown up girl.

Then I met another and another and another ... and list goes on. Ijtama was really a family gathering which gives us more friends besides the deep lessons.

I enjoyed each and every moment of those three days - being busy, working without realizing that lunch time is over, having conversation with people I don't know (I normally don't speak much), walking from one end of the ground to another many times a day and saying I'll never go there again and forgetting my own words and going there for another piece of work, performing double duty,decorating stage of rising youth and running short of safety pins, having new arrivals in our camp as ladies were more than imaginations and preparations :)

I don't often miss thing but I'm missing Ijtama-e-Aam and looking forward to next one.