tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86037442294165281392024-03-06T19:35:08.336-08:00Mujhe Kuchh Kehna Hai ...In this journey called Life one is forever making choices.
When you have options, choose the best ... but when you don't have any option, do the best ... because a joyful Life is an individual choice ... you cannot copy it from a recipe ...Zohra Javedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318932791716178512noreply@blogger.comBlogger193125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603744229416528139.post-30121925614728277242024-01-14T01:12:00.000-08:002024-01-14T01:12:06.094-08:00Jai Shree Raam 🙏🏼<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirz7404UCuSTuMO-aQQb2iR7PZY7Geg_qFw6WKDWPfh-pBGwFxVMsb4ufalG8BYekRrnU53c9GtQiZmtVpFZOIYSZsef5-t5371J3ox5_WVoAykOQk-UkMDVVoJfJwHI_J4hoRPO_UsQ_EoIwpCTyZHYA8Em1qbXGQShcYSNmdCqFnqLopQk4GRlC5Ntjt/s4624/1705214602763.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3468" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirz7404UCuSTuMO-aQQb2iR7PZY7Geg_qFw6WKDWPfh-pBGwFxVMsb4ufalG8BYekRrnU53c9GtQiZmtVpFZOIYSZsef5-t5371J3ox5_WVoAykOQk-UkMDVVoJfJwHI_J4hoRPO_UsQ_EoIwpCTyZHYA8Em1qbXGQShcYSNmdCqFnqLopQk4GRlC5Ntjt/s320/1705214602763.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Three-four days back ... der shaam ko mere darwaaze par kisi ne ghaNti bajaayi </p><p><br /></p><p>The time was such that I was not expecting anyone except my elderly neighbour ... Shaaed 🤔</p><p>She suffers from an acute knee problem so whenever I think it is her at the door , I go as fast as I can to let her in ... </p><p><br /></p><p>And btw , ghaNti bajaaney ka andaaz meri neighbour se kaafi milta-julta sa tha </p><p><br /></p><p>She is a very sweet lady , and a great cook too ... So wo jab kabhi kuchh special banaati haiN to hum ko bhi zaroor khilaati haiN ... </p><p><br /></p><p>Waise bhi der shaam ko ya to wo didi ya phir family ke alawa mere ghar koi nahi ataa </p><p><br /></p><p>So I opened the door expecting the pados waali Didi , but instead I was greeted with an enthusiastic "Jai Shree Raam" by a couple of men whose presence seemed so dense that inspite of being just two or three of them , they seemed to be all over the place !!!</p><p><br /></p><p>Zaraa si der ke liye to maiN samajh hi nahi paayi ke kaun aaye haiN </p><p><br /></p><p>Phir lagaa ke shaaed koi donation leney aaye hoNgey </p><p><br /></p><p>Meanwhile one of the men said "Raam Mandir ka udghatan hai ..." </p><p>Preoccupied with my thoughts , trying to figure out their identity my spontaneous response was ... "तो ... ???" </p><p><br /></p><p>He said "To kuchh nahi , ab sab log desh meiN prem se raheiNgey" </p><p><br /></p><p>He handed me an envelope </p><p>And I said "Ji" </p><p><br /></p><p>Ummid par duniya qaaem hai ... Unn mahashay ne sach hi kahaa hoga ... ke ab sab log prem se reh sakeiNgey ... </p><p><br /></p><p>So hum ne bhi agreement zaahir kartey huay "Ji" keh diya hai</p><p><br /></p><p>Ab aagey Shree Raam ki marzi </p><p><br /></p><p>Jai Shree Raam 😊🙏🏼💖💐💐💐</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Zohra Javedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318932791716178512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603744229416528139.post-90768228924682368572023-12-12T01:15:00.000-08:002023-12-12T20:57:26.320-08:00Praying For Peace <p>Most of the discussion that happens on the Israel-Palestine conflict these days confines itself to the controversial (in fact cunning) Belfour Declaration and the events that happened as a result , especially after 1948 , a time when Britain and America were acting like the owners of this planet !</p><p>By the way , they still are behaving like that only , putting their feet and fingers anywhere and everywhere !!!</p><p>But the earliest accounts after Hazrat Moosa led his followers to safety and the army of Pharaoh was drowned in the Red Sea is absent from the popular discourse </p><p><br /></p><p>Daadi Ammi hamaari bachpan meiN Hazrat Moosa (Prophet Moses) aur unn ke bhai Hazrat Haroon (Prophet Aaron) ke struggles ki kahaani sunaya karti thiiN , and I would always be overwhelmed with awe and respect in honour of Prophet Moses ... the food that they used to get from Heaven (The Manna-Salva) ... his magical staff and the miracles associated with it ... his closeness to God so much so that he is referred to as “Moosa Kaliimullah” because he used to converse with God ... And of course ! God’s “Promised Land” to Bani Israel !!!</p><p>My ... My ... What a divinely gifted Prophet Hazrat Moosa was !!!</p><p>That was childhood, so pure and innocent, that's a time you are learning what is good about the faith / religion you are born into </p><p>But as one grows up, some blessed ones are destined to realise that in politics religion is twisted and then politicised , hand-picking some sentences and words from religious texts to craft a narrative to suit the political agenda that is being worked on continuously to divide people for materialistic , monetary or territorial gains </p><p>Let us never forget that every religious text , even the Qur'an which Muslims believe has not changed from the time it was revealed to Prophet Muhammed , is open to various interpretations , and have been interpreted differently at different times to please political powers and patriarchal forces </p><p>And hence the understanding that the Message contained in these divine books have not changed is the biggest illusion </p><p>Coming back to Prophet Moses ...</p><p>After the Ten Plagues , Prophet Moses led the Exodus of the Israelites out of Egypt and across the Red Sea , after which they based themselves at Mount Sinai , where Prophet Moses received the Ten Commandments.</p><p>The “Promised Land” that is so much being talked about these days was , as per one information available on Wikipedia , promised to Prophet Abraham even before his sons were born </p><p>But according to subsequent confirmation , God had promised Abraham that there would be a "Promised Land" for the nations to come out of his son , Isaac</p><p>So be it , let us believe in the subsequent confirmation</p><p>The land of Canaan that the Twelve Spies were to explore was the same Promised Land. </p><p>The Twelve Spies , as recorded in the Book of Numbers , were a group of Israelite chieftains , one from each of the Twelve Tribes , who were dispatched by Moses to scout out the Land of Canaan for 40 days as a future home for the Israelite people , during the time when the Israelites were in the wilderness following their Exodus from Ancient Egypt.</p><p>Moses asked for an assessment of the geographic features of the land , the strength and numbers of the population , the agricultural potential and actual performance of the land , civic organization (whether their cities were like camps or strongholds) , and forestry conditions. </p><p>He also asked them to be positive in their outlook and to return with samples of local produce.</p><p>Ten of the twelve chieftains came back with negative reports about the land , thus slandering what they believed God had promised them. They did not believe that God could help them , and the people as a whole were persuaded that it was not possible to take the land. </p><p>As a result , the entire nation was made to wander in the desert for 40 years , until almost the entire generation of men had died. </p><p>After 40 years of wandering in the desert , Moses died on Mount Nebo at the age of 120 , within sight of the Promised Land.</p><p>Joshua and Caleb were the two chieftains who had brought back a good report and believed that God would help them succeed. </p><p>They were the only men from their generation permitted to go into the "Promised Land" after the time of wandering. </p><p>(Source of info: Wikipedia)</p><p><br /></p><p>(Waise The Twelve Spies vaguely remind me of the people mentioned in Sureh Kahef in The Holy Qur'an , have been curious forever to know more about them) </p><p>Anyway ... So wasn't the search for "The Promised Land" complete after Joshua and Caleb entered the land of Canaan ?</p><p>Their future generations must have lived on that land and made it their home </p><p>So now which other "Promised Land" is being talked about ? Were the present day Americans also on a mission to find some "Promised Land" when they drove away the natives from the land they occupy ???</p><p><br /></p><p>Quite clearly this occupation under the pretext of "Promised Land" initiated by the British through "Belfour Declaration" is a play of power and politics in the most inhuman manner that is so typical of the colonists </p><p>There is most certainly no love for God or religion involved </p><p>Ilan Pappe , the British Israeli historian has rightly said ...</p><p>"Most Zionists don't believe that God exists , but they do believe that He promised them Palestine" !!!</p><p><br /></p><p>But we do see what people who love God and respect their religion do </p><p>As Christmas draws nearer , a church in Bethlehem , the biblical birthplace of Jesus , is receiving attention for its decision to redesign its Christmas nativity scene to reflect the impact of the ongoing Israel-Hamas war.</p><p><br /></p><p>Just weeks before Christmas , the Evangelical Lutheran Church in Bethlehem , located in the West Bank , unveiled a new display of the nativity scene that shows baby Jesus lying in a manger amid rubble. </p><p><br /></p><p>The imagery symbolizes the destroyed Palestinian communities in Gaza and the ongoing war between Israel and the Hamas , a church official said.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Church families met last week and built it together. It was a moving experience for our families. During the service on Sunday, some people were in tears," Reverend Doctor Munther Isaac, the church's pastor, told The New Arab. </p><p>"We are pleased our message has reached the world. This is what Christmas looks like in Palestine this year, the origin of Christmas."</p><p>(Report by Richard Lawrence , published Dec 8 , Fox News)</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC2FayjKgO7PTgNM3HP8d3ihDFMyrF-_MmfleGlCvxBY9QFdZj17EIXugAr8Opb-DqXKAwB9lTkLYycWAX0ugxzhNh7nvXsCmZ99vGrQ4_rHdFBvzxmw423Eb8JR6TjMyEudXSQQ5vkwQJMR0BoZotHsbdm5dqmwOnRjkoKmo-x4RfCVub6znp5956xiYv/s1814/Screenshot_2023-12-12-14-49-54-56_40deb401b9ffe8e1df2f1cc5ba480b12~2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1814" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC2FayjKgO7PTgNM3HP8d3ihDFMyrF-_MmfleGlCvxBY9QFdZj17EIXugAr8Opb-DqXKAwB9lTkLYycWAX0ugxzhNh7nvXsCmZ99vGrQ4_rHdFBvzxmw423Eb8JR6TjMyEudXSQQ5vkwQJMR0BoZotHsbdm5dqmwOnRjkoKmo-x4RfCVub6znp5956xiYv/s320/Screenshot_2023-12-12-14-49-54-56_40deb401b9ffe8e1df2f1cc5ba480b12~2.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdT8MSbrCbtoX8kDgX7pasOJdGWJmhoMaXhNbC4yW5jN8qyGGRQyLC-u01zZsdFjH7lQvmOUpYHyWUB-zYfTmpOBFY5Euc67YX3yPsCh3DmXBloIjt1l2QeL0tNj-paLIclXUsyUKVTJsjqCVkpYtEWI1x5edpgYAzpBwNCEdXGx_-k7S-vu-jL0t7_82s/s1974/Screenshot_2023-12-12-14-50-17-68_40deb401b9ffe8e1df2f1cc5ba480b12~3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1974" data-original-width="1067" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdT8MSbrCbtoX8kDgX7pasOJdGWJmhoMaXhNbC4yW5jN8qyGGRQyLC-u01zZsdFjH7lQvmOUpYHyWUB-zYfTmpOBFY5Euc67YX3yPsCh3DmXBloIjt1l2QeL0tNj-paLIclXUsyUKVTJsjqCVkpYtEWI1x5edpgYAzpBwNCEdXGx_-k7S-vu-jL0t7_82s/s320/Screenshot_2023-12-12-14-50-17-68_40deb401b9ffe8e1df2f1cc5ba480b12~3.jpg" width="173" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs92ySPxpE3Y6w6lVcl1WqJ78O3eLyKckxw57vljYXd-sBQQ8qxxyZctHoF8mMO_GiN-z-l7kGv25DNmQCfSX-rs1BIZlEk_B8RTcXPYPU0N2K1RVQ7b_CsxNYma_cguoZF91zJZRJSsjaSZ93n-LAsN3XskyhQvWz4KzZy_Coz47b7COQVmkL7-pSkdFd/s1916/Screenshot_2023-12-12-14-49-00-04_40deb401b9ffe8e1df2f1cc5ba480b12~2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1916" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs92ySPxpE3Y6w6lVcl1WqJ78O3eLyKckxw57vljYXd-sBQQ8qxxyZctHoF8mMO_GiN-z-l7kGv25DNmQCfSX-rs1BIZlEk_B8RTcXPYPU0N2K1RVQ7b_CsxNYma_cguoZF91zJZRJSsjaSZ93n-LAsN3XskyhQvWz4KzZy_Coz47b7COQVmkL7-pSkdFd/s320/Screenshot_2023-12-12-14-49-00-04_40deb401b9ffe8e1df2f1cc5ba480b12~2.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Zohra Javedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318932791716178512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603744229416528139.post-40997787531719314112023-12-08T03:05:00.000-08:002023-12-08T03:05:10.239-08:00Peace and Sanmati<p>Throughout its long history , the holy city of Jerusalem has been destroyed at least twice , besieged 23 times , captured and recaptured 44 times , and attacked 52 times. </p><p><br /></p><p>It is one of the oldest cities in the world , and is considered holy to the three major Abrahamic religions ... Judaism , Christianity and Islam. </p><p><br /></p><p>Jerusalem is holy to Muslims for a number of reasons </p><p>Islamic tradition holds that Prophet Muhammad led prayers towards Jerusalem and hence it was the first Qibla , until the 16th or 17th month after his migration from Mecca to Medina </p><p><br /></p><p>Another part of Jerusalem's significance and holiness to Muslims derives from its strong association with Abraham , David , Solomon and Jesus. </p><p>They are all regarded as Prophets of Islam and their stories are mentioned in the Qur'an</p><p><br /></p><p>In Islamic tradition , Prophet Muhammad made his Night Journey(The Meraaj) there in 621 , ascending to heaven where he speaks to God , according to the Quran.</p><p><br /></p><p>As a result, despite having an area of only 0.9 km2 (3⁄8 sq mi) , the Old City is home to many sites of seminal religious importance , among them the Temple Mount with its Western Wall , Dome of the Rock and al-Aqsa Mosque , and the Church of the Holy Sepulchre.</p><p><br /></p><p>During the Canaanite period (14th century BCE) , Jerusalem was named as Urusalim on ancient Egyptian tablets , probably meaning "City of Shalem" after The Canaanite God of dusk.</p><p><br /></p><p>During the Israelite period , significant construction activity in Jerusalem began in the 10th century BCE (Iron Age II) , and by the 9th century BCE , the city had developed into the religious and administrative centre of the Kingdom of Judah.</p><p><br /></p><p>In 1538 , the city walls were rebuilt for a last time around Jerusalem under Suleiman the Magnificent , of the Ottoman Empire. </p><p><br /></p><p>Today those walls define the Old City , which since the 19th century has been divided into four quarters :</p><p>Armenian</p><p>Christian</p><p>Jewish</p><p>Muslim </p><p><br /></p><p>The Old City became a World Heritage Site in 1981 , and is on the List of World Heritage in Danger.</p><p><br /></p><p>Today, the status of Jerusalem remains one of the core issues in the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. </p><p><br /></p><p>All branches of the Israeli government are located in Jerusalem , including the Knesset (Israel's parliament) , the residences of the Prime Minister and President , and the Supreme Court. </p><p><br /></p><p>The international community rejects the annexation as illegal and regards East Jerusalem as Palestinian territory occupied by Israel.</p><p><br /></p><p>(Source of all above info Google / Wikipedia)</p><p><br /></p><p>As we are beginning the eight day Festival of Lights , Hanukkah , from this evening to 15th Dec , let's pray earnestly for peace and enlightenment </p><p><br /></p><p>May God help the oppressed and the underprivileged like He helped His people back then when The Maccabees successfully revolted against Antiochus IV Epiphanes. </p><p><br /></p><p>According to the Talmud , the Temple was purified and the wicks of the menorah miraculously burned for eight days , even though there was only enough sacred oil for one day's lighting</p><p><br /></p><p>(Talmud (/ˈtɑːlmʊd, -məd, ˈtæl-/; Hebrew: תַּלְמוּד, romanized: Talmūḏ) is the central text of Rabbinic Judaism and the primary source of Jewish religious law (halakha) and Jewish theology.)</p><p><br /></p><p>Sab ko sanmati deiN Bhagwaan</p><p>On the eve of Hanukkah , here's praying for everyone's Happiness , Health , Peace and Prosperity Amen🙏💖💐💐💐</p><p><br /></p><p>Wishing everyone a blessed Hanukkah</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxBBGnq8v6N_wTmHWnY_LMNi0CfpO37ox7P3kP0ePEMYdmLSFCnmOYjiVhBUh_ddJUa-1oOTuaQFL_YI9m7r__UwckIiu4aYRnGBG36_CVMz01Ek0HTgUR1lNvyGmyjP7Y2imzp-YFMYu-_GhQFVvPHZDa5sZeGrA0WZRXqR6at9SfToR_Ucpe3SY8Tv6N/s1080/FB_IMG_1701245300342.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="687" data-original-width="1080" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxBBGnq8v6N_wTmHWnY_LMNi0CfpO37ox7P3kP0ePEMYdmLSFCnmOYjiVhBUh_ddJUa-1oOTuaQFL_YI9m7r__UwckIiu4aYRnGBG36_CVMz01Ek0HTgUR1lNvyGmyjP7Y2imzp-YFMYu-_GhQFVvPHZDa5sZeGrA0WZRXqR6at9SfToR_Ucpe3SY8Tv6N/s320/FB_IMG_1701245300342.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Zohra Javedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318932791716178512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603744229416528139.post-69055535608231372362023-12-02T22:59:00.000-08:002023-12-02T22:59:52.612-08:00Blessed and Happy Thanksgiving <p>Eating Thanksgiving leftovers for a fusion brunch , this morning while watching some deliciously enlightening and informative history of what could have been the first Thanksgiving meal , I stumble upon one of countless instances that go unnoticed as we take for granted the quiet cycles of Nature that determine among other things various food chains and the behavioural patterns of the many diverse living beings who co exist with us ...</p><p><br /></p><p>Served at the first Thanksgiving were corn , beans , and squash. These three vegetables were brought to the table by Native Americans , and they were the three crops that Native Americans taught pilgrims to grow in their new terrain.</p><p><br /></p><p>Three sisters , as these are called Corn , Beans and Squash can grow in one field and they actually support the survival of one another </p><p><br /></p><p>Maize (Corn) the tallest , supports the Bean creepers that in turn support the Maize to stand firm in winds as it entwines itself to the stalks of Maize plants</p><p>And the Squash spreads itself on the soil controlling the growth of weeds , and also capturing sunlight and preserving moisture in the soil.</p><p><br /></p><p>Agronomist Jane Mount Pleasant writes that the Three Sisters mound system "enhances the soil physical and biochemical environment , minimizes soil erosion , improves soil tilth , manages plant population and spacing , provides for plant nutrients in appropriate quantities and at the time needed , and controls weeds".</p><p><br /></p><p>These life-supporting plants were supposedly given to the people when all three miraculously sprouted from the body of Sky Woman's daughter, granting the gift of agriculture to the Iroquois nations.</p><p><br /></p><p>To the Iroquois people , The Three Sisters ... Corn , Beans and Squash ... are the physical and spiritual sustainers of life. </p><p><br /></p><p>In the mythology of the Iroquois and Huron of North America , the Woman Who Fell from the Sky is an ancient ancestor. </p><p>Also known as Sky Woman or Ataensic , she plays a central role in the creation of the earth and all living things. </p><p>She is also a figure of fertility who provides the first corn to people.</p><p><br /></p><p>Isn't it interesting to see how science and mythology team up to add charm , spice and meaning to human existence ...</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTaL5IUSePDWSjdsepXWqHJxBtD_zsNpXEcwwsZtdlQQF96Lv0-mnEr2s_cQCtXquaVHWQzTJAQzkjx6WOl8NPHX6aBDbhXIA-iRgTia0YIU5zLvcW9IhE42kcbZez74ieOikbO_hG7d2RXiPnSz7_z5V2Wd8pXS5WAAq3OyTSGzHUOdxgVVGpaZpiYsQP/s4624/IMG20230114190432.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3468" data-original-width="4624" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTaL5IUSePDWSjdsepXWqHJxBtD_zsNpXEcwwsZtdlQQF96Lv0-mnEr2s_cQCtXquaVHWQzTJAQzkjx6WOl8NPHX6aBDbhXIA-iRgTia0YIU5zLvcW9IhE42kcbZez74ieOikbO_hG7d2RXiPnSz7_z5V2Wd8pXS5WAAq3OyTSGzHUOdxgVVGpaZpiYsQP/s320/IMG20230114190432.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuF0HiaKw9oNcit2OO-qgMY5L6NMqXr9qX-72qekbkBq35w125neMUkes60OtUHAeD_J0P8Q3drxcCnkmEoagXPRxrWAJjPCIeArob9vdfqfv2gChw36U5WjIgyBinKOBapRbfIRPMVW919xjCE532e06qpOFzrvadBlWWECGfY-Mw-U-O98doR34yAEa1/s4624/IMG20230119091719.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3468" data-original-width="4624" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuF0HiaKw9oNcit2OO-qgMY5L6NMqXr9qX-72qekbkBq35w125neMUkes60OtUHAeD_J0P8Q3drxcCnkmEoagXPRxrWAJjPCIeArob9vdfqfv2gChw36U5WjIgyBinKOBapRbfIRPMVW919xjCE532e06qpOFzrvadBlWWECGfY-Mw-U-O98doR34yAEa1/s320/IMG20230119091719.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC8ve2d1_XF1CA6_H2jcAZRsPQOSjFaH8eQ6kgwEYZ_As7jFuH9ouBqzXoOrO78OVqL6lTKkpGswU9uBjVF2DxYutkHdnS2DLIB71ibct7aP8QHBDoKQ0Q808t35yed_ai4Lmukhhm_e5X8eCIvUBwfHbhSJNvYG3E40UbruzDhrA04-QJqOULxEvigdyZ/s4624/original_e0fab37c-84d8-4ec1-bf80-ce5a85e14ab3_IMG20230201180854.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1622" data-original-width="4624" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC8ve2d1_XF1CA6_H2jcAZRsPQOSjFaH8eQ6kgwEYZ_As7jFuH9ouBqzXoOrO78OVqL6lTKkpGswU9uBjVF2DxYutkHdnS2DLIB71ibct7aP8QHBDoKQ0Q808t35yed_ai4Lmukhhm_e5X8eCIvUBwfHbhSJNvYG3E40UbruzDhrA04-QJqOULxEvigdyZ/s320/original_e0fab37c-84d8-4ec1-bf80-ce5a85e14ab3_IMG20230201180854.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p>ay we learn to enjoy our histories , not take the ancient bows and arrows too seriously , live in peace , mutual respect and love , and may God bless us , our loved ones , our ancestors and our future generations 💖🎊🎉💐💐💐</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Zohra Javedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318932791716178512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603744229416528139.post-65432039982545931962023-11-01T01:16:00.001-07:002023-12-02T23:03:25.401-08:00Hatred and Revenge: A sinful circle <p>Indira Gandhi fell to assassins' bullets this day 39 years ago , on 31st Oct, 1984</p><p><br /></p><p>India has come a long way since then , "which way" is a question that will be answered with extreme bias , </p><p>So nahi detey jawaab !</p><p><br /></p><p>I hear people talking of their proud history of five thousand years and more ... Ask them what is the pride about ... And they ll narrate stories , which are nothing but hearsay , of how one dynasty fought and conquered the other , and so they have to either settle scores or take the credit of all those wars and be proud of their scheming ancestors ... </p><p><br /></p><p>And they have to thus justify all the violence , crime and sin that is happening in the present time </p><p><br /></p><p>Urkrain-Russia to kal ki baat ho gayi </p><p>Ab to market meiN nayi war aa gayi hai ... </p><p>Aur logoN ne gyaan baaNtna bhi shuru kar diya hai </p><p>Unn ka kya jataa hai ...</p><p>Social media par bakwaas kar ke koi vulgar si maa-behen karti hui film dekh leiNgey ... Phir vegan food khaa kar insaanoN ko marta dekh kar apna qeemati izhaar e khayaal share kareiNgey ... !!!</p><p><br /></p><p>They are not bothered about hunger , thirst , disease , killing ... </p><p>And why should they bother ?</p><p>Unn ka kaun sagaa wahaaN suffer kar rahaa hai ? </p><p><br /></p><p>Remind them of insaaniyat , but they are still not bothered ... after all insaan ka roop to mil hi gayaa hai ... Ab to "Sher" ban-naa hai sabhi ko ... !!!</p><p><br /></p><p>As we in India remember the brutal assassination of Mrs Indira Gandhi , and the mayhem that followed , the memories of that dreadful time are blurred by posts on social media about the Israel-Hamas war </p><p><br /></p><p>One of the holiest patches on Earth ... the place that should have ideally been the meltng pot of cultural and religious heritage and a treasure chest of shared natural , ancestral and spiritual opulence , and hence one of the most peaceful places on Earth ... is burning with animosity , antipathy and intolerance</p><p><br /></p><p>What a pity ... </p><p>Even as history repeats itself , people hardly learn </p><p>No solutions ... only war , killings , barbarism ... ?????????</p><p><br /></p><p>And me the idiot was wondering why do civilians need firearms ? Or any weapons at all ... 🤔🤔🤔</p><p><br /></p><p>#banfirearms </p><p>#stopviolence </p><p>#unityindiversity</p><p>#sharedhistory</p><p>#sharedreligiousheritage</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=pfbid02ggdXz8SuwgeTf15te1Bhndyi58dbBTVcJd38fZWzPT3GBuqTf9X4g7759WWf7qH5l&id=100002153031708&mibextid=Nif5oz</p>Zohra Javedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318932791716178512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603744229416528139.post-65585688661518274562023-07-10T12:22:00.003-07:002023-07-10T12:34:32.558-07:00Live And Let Live<p>As she hums a lullaby putting her baby to sleep , the woman is in deep thought ... she is thinking of the hundreds of lives her husband , a dacoit must have ruined ... perhaps she tries to imagine the suffering he (the infant's father) and his gang of dacoits must have caused to thousands of others when they plundered and looted homes and villages ... !</p><p><br /></p><p>The mother's heart is aflutter !</p><p>"Tere bachpan ko jawaani ki dua deti hooN ... Aur dua de ke pareshaan si ho jaati hooN "</p><p><br /></p><p>She is frightened that the curse put upon her husband by his victims may bring harm to their child ... </p><p><br /></p><p>This intensely soul stirring poetry , set to music by Jaidev , sung by Lata Mangeshkar (on screen lip synced by Waheeda Rahman) , stands out in the classic and timeless album "Mujhe Jeeney Do" , a film based on real life dacoit stories from the Chambal Valley</p><p><br /></p><p>An extremely heart wrenching prognostication written by Sahir Ludhianvi , poignantly expressing the fears of the disquiet wife of a dacoit over what the future may hold for her child , is relevant for all times and ages </p><p><br /></p><p>Mothers of the children of plunderers / hate mongers / terrorist / rioters / war mongers and anyone anywhere who destroys the peace and resources of this planet and kills people should be similarly worried for their Gen Next ... !!!</p><p><br /></p><p>Imagine how beautiful this world would become if the Think Tanks , The Masterminds and The Footsoldiers who plan and execute wars and violence , hatred and destruction would start thinking like this mother ... if not for themselves , then for their coming generations ... !!!</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Bachpan baNt gaye , jawaaniyaN alhadpana bhool gayiiN ... Budhapaa apne umar daraaz aaNsoo chhalkata rahaa ... </p><p><br /></p><p>Kisi qaum ke rehber ne nahi socha ke ghar to phir bass jaatey haiN lekin ujdey huay log chaahey iss paar hoN ya uss paar adhoorey ho kar reh jaatey haiN ...</p><p><br /></p><p>Kuchh idhar reh gaye kuchh udhar chaley gaye ... Aur duuriyoN ke shuruaati daur ke uss shadiid dard ki , uss adhooreypan ki dheere-dheere aadat si ho gayi </p><p><br /></p><p>Zindgi ka safar chalta rahaa ... Chalta bhi rahey ga ... 😊</p><p><br /></p><p>Lekin kabhi jab koi buzurg inn jhameloN se alwida kehta uss duniya meiN chalaa jataa hai , ki jahaaN koi bhed - bhaav nahi , tab baith kar kuchh der ko zaroor bachpan meiN suni apno ki kahaaniyaN bahot yaad aati haiN </p><p><br /></p><p>Kya aisa bhi koi daur guzra hai ... Yaqeen karney ko dil chaahta hai ... Aur ye bhi ke kaash wo din waapis aa jaaeiN ...</p><p><br /></p><p>Wo shaaerana guftgoo , wo laziiz sense of humour , wo baasmati chaawal ki mehek , wo lakdi ki aaNch , wo mitti ke choolhey , aur unn par tavey par siNkti rotiyoN ki soNdhi khushboo ...</p><p><br /></p><p>Wo chamakta paandaan , wo leheriye waale malmal ke dupatte , wo aaNgan meiN phaili lal mircheiN , Naani jin ka achaar banaati thiiN ...</p><p><br /></p><p>Wo anNgrez miyaN-biwi jo hamaare nanihaal ki kothi ke ek portion meiN rehtey thay , wo aamrood ka bagh jo Naani ke chhajje se dikhaai deta tha , wo Daadi ke ghar ke ahaatey meiN giant Neem ke ped , aur uss meiN padaa jhoola ...</p><p><br /></p><p>Daadi ke ghar garmiyoN ki chhutiyoN meiN wo thaali-bhar gol gappe zeera-paani aur chatni , aur Naani ke ghar ki wo guava jelly ki khushboo jo aNgrez mem-sahiba banayaa karti thiiN ... </p><p><br /></p><p>Mummy ki generation ke saath ye aur naa jaaney aisi kitni hi dilnawaaz aur anmol yaadeiN bhi dafan hoti jaa rahi haiN </p><p><br /></p><p>Itney bikhar gaye haiN ... Log bhi , ghar-makaan bhi ... ke ab waapis puraani soorat bananaa naamumkin hi hai </p><p><br /></p><p>Bass itna karam rahey ke kabhi phone par apney-apney zindgi ke tukde jodd kar khush ho sakeiN </p><p><br /></p><p>Unn waqtoN ke mazaar par ek kamzor si shamaa jalaa kar apne guzrey buzurgoN ki yaadeiN raushan kar sakeiN</p><p><br /></p><p>Unn bhooli-bisri mohabbatoN ke saaye meiN ghadi bhar aaNkheiN mooNd kar koi tazaa-dum khwaab kal waastey dekh sakeiN ...</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTDkT2uBzur5kogW0Xr_VS3UsYCrNS5V42EMgIt9zh9SsE1v53m76HqdslNWtLKUGlr2Ve5Ekiain6TiLLMe7q5aIKZmBESNkP5ARuV23x42eCZYnOkhYNAxzlyqaPkFuLN68rRj-V9m80qBfyjEGYFufO0qnTRpPW29ywITunlZanyeXJR2OqANdPbw/s960/FB_IMG_1685543246962.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTDkT2uBzur5kogW0Xr_VS3UsYCrNS5V42EMgIt9zh9SsE1v53m76HqdslNWtLKUGlr2Ve5Ekiain6TiLLMe7q5aIKZmBESNkP5ARuV23x42eCZYnOkhYNAxzlyqaPkFuLN68rRj-V9m80qBfyjEGYFufO0qnTRpPW29ywITunlZanyeXJR2OqANdPbw/s320/FB_IMG_1685543246962.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I gave her a packet of biscuits that I was carrying . But she didn't take it </p><p>She said "Taai ! Mala ek cup chahaa de ga ... " (Sister ! Give me a cup of tea) !!!</p><p><br /></p><p>I make such bitter-sweet , heartwarming and soul stirring memories wherever I go 😊😊😊 and Chaai has a way of making its way into almost all of the sweetest memories in my life </p><p><br /></p><p>I have collected a lot of sweet pic msgs about tea , and some thiik-thaak ones I ve made myself too 😄💖😍 !!!</p><p>They are all over in the photo gallery of my phone , but sab scattered haiN , so aaj socha ek unn pics ka album banaa looN </p><p>Din bhi special hai naa tea lovers ke liye 😊</p><p><br /></p><p>In 2019 , the United Nations General Assembly adopted a resolution to establish May 21 of each year as International Tea Day</p><p><br /></p><p>It is a globally recognised observance that celebrates this prosperous industry and the cultural significance and health benefits of tea </p><p><br /></p><p>We also take this opportunity to ponder over the conditions under which labourers work in tea gardens </p><p>It is because of their hard work that we enjoy and spread the warmth of love and care through is amazing beverage </p><p><br /></p><p>Happy International Tea Day to my dear Chaivinists and to all friends 💖☕🥰💖☕🥰💖☕🥰💖☕🥰☕☕☕☕☕☕☕☕☕☕☕☕</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Yes ... very much ... " I replied in all honesty </p><p>Then the feminine instinct that had been andar-hi-andar pestering me for the last few days for bringing only one set of warm clothes , nudged yet again , and I added : </p><p>" But I have brought just one set of warm clothes ... So you ll get bored seeing me in a black sweater and black shawl every day and everywhere ... !!!"</p><p><br /></p><p>" Oh ! No ... In fact each time I ve seen you , I find you wearing a different style of outfit , interesting colour combinations and patterns ... I wish we had more variety and colour too ... " She said </p><p><br /></p><p>" We are too bland " remarked her nephew </p><p><br /></p><p>This was arguably a most earnest appreciation of the vibrant Indian diversity which I had carried with me to a foreign land , and which reiterated for the Nth time , that as a country we are attractive and charismatic because we are so amazingly heterogenous , enriching our Janamabhoomi in our own beautiful ways without compromising our life styles , customs and values </p><p><br /></p><p>This was and will remain my Vishwa Guru Moment </p><p>And it has been forever so because this is the culture I was born into and this was true of my parents </p><p>Their parents </p><p>Their parents' parents </p><p>Their parents' parent's parents </p><p> And ... All the previous generations </p><p><br /></p><p>And will be so for all our future generations too ... </p><p>Inshaallah</p>Zohra Javedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318932791716178512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603744229416528139.post-58056100269092037722023-05-16T20:54:00.004-07:002023-05-16T23:01:26.491-07:00Ishq Insaaniyat <p>The concept of Ishq in Sufism is resplendently enriching and absolutely humbling </p><p>Ishq is a canopy of blessings that shelters and soothes the restless </p><p>It connects the seeker with The Sought , the wanderer with The Guide , the lost with Enlightenment</p><p><br /></p><p>While Hatred / Nafrat is a whirlpool created by the Devil leading to a chain of destruction , Love / Ishq is the calm that God bestows upon His Creations when He wishes to bless them for their righteousness </p><p><br /></p><p>While everyone apparently longs for peace , yet the path of love , that is invariably the path of God remains less travelled since times immemorial </p><p><br /></p><p>Koi ek Gautam Buddha sadiyoN meiN janam letey haiN aur koi ek hi Samrat Ashok jaisey diggaj yoddha hotey haiN jo ahinsa ki raah paa kar dhanya ho jatey haiN </p><p><br /></p><p>Ahinsa and Sufism seem interwoven in the Eastern sabhyata , but somehow elude the human psyche </p><p>It is extremely heart breaking to see peace being repeatedly and ruthlessly uprooted </p><p>And vested powers infesting the minds of ordinary citizens with enmity and animosity towards the "other" that these powers create from among the vulnerable ordinary citizens only</p><p><br /></p><p>Sab ko sanmati deiN Bhagwaan</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0YAxjL7uhe5T8ABOwqduDi_VoeMsBJ_YMjBZXLcnEsWiFjMhk7EyiI4d4xo4ZRtB_pcm_9s-mZTrY8F5NWQ_V1uPK1gpVTKeNd5dLLs9AxNZpQEFECwGiF047lLAYnwyvS6QiqyAxzjXxsCCjJSKnp-fewQzte88Bfdq7_fa0-NY4ejMF_9OVq1novg/s1080/FB_IMG_1684292614553.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="873" data-original-width="1080" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0YAxjL7uhe5T8ABOwqduDi_VoeMsBJ_YMjBZXLcnEsWiFjMhk7EyiI4d4xo4ZRtB_pcm_9s-mZTrY8F5NWQ_V1uPK1gpVTKeNd5dLLs9AxNZpQEFECwGiF047lLAYnwyvS6QiqyAxzjXxsCCjJSKnp-fewQzte88Bfdq7_fa0-NY4ejMF_9OVq1novg/s320/FB_IMG_1684292614553.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj2JyQFoRZ1vh6DwrCyXzjYO7ZrtFlYbDi1Ib6ewdsI2WWqeJMc1D2LhG7GGH6HpgcOh-TLOgHvB0O2qg-4siMlweVjOEI6M-gUBcfvGbzku-85cAKqrdBTWHKResYaxx9ZOU206I8higKo48RPagQWzuEGhvjWJcG4czAk00Z4JcAXMDpe_S7-6URmA/s1080/FB_IMG_1684292620753.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj2JyQFoRZ1vh6DwrCyXzjYO7ZrtFlYbDi1Ib6ewdsI2WWqeJMc1D2LhG7GGH6HpgcOh-TLOgHvB0O2qg-4siMlweVjOEI6M-gUBcfvGbzku-85cAKqrdBTWHKResYaxx9ZOU206I8higKo48RPagQWzuEGhvjWJcG4czAk00Z4JcAXMDpe_S7-6URmA/s320/FB_IMG_1684292620753.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivWNVC04PpZEhq1i8xKLgdKE298XCFp_Ldt8TlsvCL4_JKmURixuWHSBguLIHIjp3lqdP3lcShrK3Ir5QiOpNq-RMQZoMkEYhZhQJOGqFEhL-qsFMdWhLtLhUvGncTgWBPR6L0v4c5it56-cnOgoC1fkyH0_rfiJvCIbXcxkvKl_24ClIgKrdCBzb-mQ/s960/FB_IMG_1684292627938.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="910" data-original-width="960" height="303" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivWNVC04PpZEhq1i8xKLgdKE298XCFp_Ldt8TlsvCL4_JKmURixuWHSBguLIHIjp3lqdP3lcShrK3Ir5QiOpNq-RMQZoMkEYhZhQJOGqFEhL-qsFMdWhLtLhUvGncTgWBPR6L0v4c5it56-cnOgoC1fkyH0_rfiJvCIbXcxkvKl_24ClIgKrdCBzb-mQ/s320/FB_IMG_1684292627938.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Zohra Javedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318932791716178512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603744229416528139.post-43392846366525937092023-05-09T13:48:00.004-07:002023-05-16T22:57:44.599-07:00Extraordinary is actualy ordinary <div>My children will remember that I used to sing "Naani teri morni ..." to put them to sleep 💤😴😊</div><div><div>( Maa kitna hi besura kyoN naa gaa rahi ho , bachchoN ko sureelaa hi lagta hoga 😉 !!! ) </div><div>And when they grew a bit older they got to listen to a couple of "mere bachpan ke dilchasp qissey" as bed time stories 🤗😄😍</div><div><br /></div><div>But we , as children never got to hear any bed time stories </div><div>Lekin hamaari Amma would often take time out in the evenings to share stories , quotes and shaaeri with us ... 🙂 </div><div>In between normal conversations too her language used to be laced with wit and humour ... That most certainly came to her pretty effortlessly as a family trait 🙂</div><div><br /></div><div>The stories she narrated to us were about ordinary human beings ... some real life , some folklore ... as I now realise , even the shaaeri that we heard from her in our growing up years was interspersed with thoughts that would infuse in us the ability to appreciate and respect everything ... living and non living ... that we come across in life 🙏</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember some of them even now 🙂</div><div><br /></div><div>Like this story from an imaginary place and time ...</div><div><br /></div><div>Ek bahot ibaadat-guzaar shakhs apni biwi aur bachchoN ko chhod kar ghar se Khuda ki talaash meiN nikla ... taking with him what he thought were bare necessities of life for him : </div><div>ek takiya , ek katora aur ek tasbeeh ... Bass itna hi !</div><div><br /></div><div>Kuchh duur gayaa tha to uss ne dekha ek aadmi sar ke niichey haath ka takiya banaaye so raha tha </div><div>Iss shakhs ne socha takiya bekaar hi layaa ... Faltu ka bojh ... Soya to aise bhi jaa sakta hai ... So takiya wahiiN chhod diya </div><div><br /></div><div>Aur aagey chalaa to dekhaa ek aadmi chullu se paani pii rahaa tha </div><div>To iss shakhs ne katora bhi tyaag diya </div><div>Faaltu ka ek bojh aur kam hua </div><div><br /></div><div>Khoob halka mehsoos kar rahaa tha </div><div>Ab na takiya tha naa katora ... So kisi chiiz ki rakhwaali nahi karni padey gi aur ibaadat meiN dhyaan bhi nahi bhatkey ga </div><div><br /></div><div>Khoob khush ho kar din -raat ibaadat karta tha</div><div>Khoob tasbiheiN padhta tha </div><div>Ek din uss ne do aurtoN ko baateiN kartey suna </div><div>Gehri dosti lag rahi thi dono meiN aur wo kisi len-den ka hisaab kar rahi thiiN </div><div>Kuchh der ki bahes ke baad ek boli ... </div><div>"Chhod na ye ginti-vinti ... Thoda kam-zyadaa se kuchh faraq nahi padta ... Jan aapas meiN mohabbat hai to phir hisaab-kitaab kaisa ... !!!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Ab to tasbeeh bhi bekaar lagney lagi</div><div>Jab dosti - yaari meiN hisaab-kitaab nahi hota to Khuda ki ibaadat meiN kaisi ginti ... kaisa hisaab ... !!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Uss ne apne aas-paas hi issi duniya ke jhameloN ke biich Khuda ka nuur dekh liya tha </div><div>Jaan liya tha ke Khuda apni har makhlooq , har takhliiq meiN basta hai</div><div><br /></div><div>Uss ko khojney ki kya zaroorat hai wo to har pal hamaarey saamney rehta hai aur sachchi ibaadat Khuda ki banaayi duniya ko sajaney-saNwaarney meiN hi hai </div><div><br /></div><div>Ek dum se ussey apne ghar ka khayaal aa gayaa </div><div>Uss ki biwi-bachche kaise reh rahey hoNgey ...</div><div>Kis haal meiN hoNgey </div><div><br /></div><div>... Aur wo waapis apne ghar ki taraf chal padaa </div><div><br /></div><div>Insaan ka janam jiina asaan nahi </div><div>Kitna chhodeiN kitna pakdeiN iss duniya ko , issi kashmakash meiN subah se shaam ho jaati hai</div><div><br /></div><div>💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕</div><div><br /></div><div>Back then one may not have understood the philosophical connotations , but the moral of the story which was woven in how the situations were handled by the characters stayed back in one's impressionable mind , and it inadvertently keeps coming back , not just as nostalgia but many a time as guidance too 😊😊😊</div><div><br /></div><div>I am so GRATEFUL that my mother NEVER told us the stories of KINGS and QUEENS</div><div>And FOREVER IN GRATITUDE that my father NEVER behaved like a KING in the house !!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Mother's Day to my parents in Heaven </div><div>They could so expertly and adorably exchange roles </div><div>I think all parents can 😊😊😊</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjocnbBehtZzDK8uWwVbvfYUOvGBM55o-UQronlGwA_HwLryH7BZnzelt1fb0RivH9npY5karY3d3XTM52gWqDgOC3pR0gSG017hTTqLGzsb8OX3VxveufuYlzzOJLHJH-UAh_1m0JMmTySu6MZBylqdTlxPyfSBgvZAmcA8G7txazd3KwpmdrFvGxBsQ/s1080/FB_IMG_1684292614553.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="873" data-original-width="1080" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjocnbBehtZzDK8uWwVbvfYUOvGBM55o-UQronlGwA_HwLryH7BZnzelt1fb0RivH9npY5karY3d3XTM52gWqDgOC3pR0gSG017hTTqLGzsb8OX3VxveufuYlzzOJLHJH-UAh_1m0JMmTySu6MZBylqdTlxPyfSBgvZAmcA8G7txazd3KwpmdrFvGxBsQ/s320/FB_IMG_1684292614553.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4lp9fKcebed41u-xcYw_ndI7aENym8hYXqAs8tt5VrtYe9fwHm2cYYdNuQNI0a7047ip7anMUKuBvXiHQBWM-1wlKw4eCPObZpcJi59bXvCpFXJMqYlhmqYnTj1cwzSrC9LWyWTdM7Fg6uXXSE2f4eLjzajlYcYCqjdSPcKT_kFLstnm_5jlAcMC_ow/s1080/FB_IMG_1684292620753.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4lp9fKcebed41u-xcYw_ndI7aENym8hYXqAs8tt5VrtYe9fwHm2cYYdNuQNI0a7047ip7anMUKuBvXiHQBWM-1wlKw4eCPObZpcJi59bXvCpFXJMqYlhmqYnTj1cwzSrC9LWyWTdM7Fg6uXXSE2f4eLjzajlYcYCqjdSPcKT_kFLstnm_5jlAcMC_ow/s320/FB_IMG_1684292620753.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr5MvPAQryEtgVodemfCGeHgrOIYv6XDLhbiCKtk7vOTVEdqVFhoGjMpz_1y8oLbE3BRGKg3Qe_49JRidSZT-Iu4dA1I0QS1-Mu09extytI0HpccEN7w4TGPQCbLi-RFbgElFcCxuZqtIDy8C8wNBOIItbTEHf0ndyBNjx3uI2xNDm5U4ZHQVnbhW9zg/s1653/1684205982563.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1653" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr5MvPAQryEtgVodemfCGeHgrOIYv6XDLhbiCKtk7vOTVEdqVFhoGjMpz_1y8oLbE3BRGKg3Qe_49JRidSZT-Iu4dA1I0QS1-Mu09extytI0HpccEN7w4TGPQCbLi-RFbgElFcCxuZqtIDy8C8wNBOIItbTEHf0ndyBNjx3uI2xNDm5U4ZHQVnbhW9zg/s320/1684205982563.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Zohra Javedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318932791716178512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603744229416528139.post-72734975834095697092023-05-06T13:15:00.003-07:002023-05-06T20:27:37.818-07:00Momzee<p> Mummy ... My friend , my sweetheart , my first love ... She loved three things in life ...</p><p>Books , Chaai and Children ... 😊🥰💕💕💕</p><p>And they were all her first love 😊🤗🥰 </p><p>But she had no interest in watching movies 😐 !!!</p><p><br /></p><p>Before her marriage , as a teenager in her father's sprawling ancestral kothi in Shahjahanpur , going to watch films in cinema hall was a big No-No !</p><p><br /></p><p>Back then , a close friend of my Nana's owned a cinema hall and he used to often tell my Nana , "Khan Bahadur Saheb bhej diya kariye khaandaan ki aurtoN ko , itni bhi koi buri chiiz nahi hai film dekhna , maiN pass bhijva dooNga " 😊</p><p><br /></p><p>So , kabhi-kabhaar , accompanied by at least one family elder when the young burqa-clad girls of the family would excitedly go to Chacha Ji's cinema hall , Mummy would prefer reading or doing some household chores over this rare movie outing 😊</p><p><br /></p><p>After her marriage , she moved from her small-town-broad-minded Muslim joint family to the nuclear family system in cosmopolitan and modern residential camp of Tata Hydro Electric Cos in Khopoli at the foot of the Sahyadri mountain in Maharashtra ... </p><p><br /></p><p>They used to have film shows every weekend in the colony club </p><p><br /></p><p>Away from the hustle n bustle of her huge khaandaan , Mummy gave in to the wishes of her friendly neighbours and soon adapted to a life that in time would give her opportunities to evolve into the human being that she wanted to be ... </p><p><br /></p><p>Films also found their way into her life , but still books , chaai and children remained her first love 😊💖🥰</p><p><br /></p><p>As I grew up , books and later chaai and poetry entered my life like family heirlooms ... But Bollywood sneaked in from all corners of my being to claim my heart and before I knew it had become my second love ... 🩷🩷🩷 ... First to Mummy thiiN aur raheiNgi 😘😍🥰</p><p><br /></p><p>So apart from the film shows in our colony , I wanted to see all the new releases in the nearby town </p><p>But you don't go to the movies alone ... Right ... </p><p>So Mummy used to go with me 🥰🥰🥰</p><p><br /></p><p>We saw quite a number of films together ... till my husband , an equally unenthusiastic film-goer , came along and became the second love of my life ... 😊😊😊 ... First to Mummy ... 😉🤗😄</p><p><br /></p><p>Of all the films Mummy saw in her life , "Teesri Kasam" and "Mera Naam Joker" she saw on her own and loved them immensely for their story and philosophy , and for a couple of songs too 💝🤗😊</p><p><br /></p><p>Happy Birthday MomZee ! </p><p>Remembering you so longingly ... 🥰🥰🥰</p><p>Aur yaad aa rahi haiN all those midnight maggie-chaai and jam-bread parties celebrating April-May birthdays in the summer holidays ... ☕🥪🍜🧈🍲</p><p><br /></p><p>Wo bhi kitney massssssti bharey din thay ...</p><p><br /></p><p>Aap ke paisoN se cake-biryaani khayaa kartey thay Mashaallah aap ke sab bachchey ... 💖🥰💕💕💕</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPbfEhhgdv2VfJTHbxmt7SpZi7PLxUUOS41clXc37jetYYnB5R32jV6e1PDryKs71GKlGNfM_v9oHXrY9SED4M3EqrEEaDeAAzTYB1UJUujoL0CgqBmMB2yBXVKpVGSI-jIBMDmyVC0cWXbXsHXtGoba2Ikb23sjOHgR8uzaMoyy1tN3BYVtRwftCm1Q/s4624/IMG20230506201741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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And baatoN-baatoN meiN he mentioned that two days back was his birthday ... 😊</p><p><br /></p><p>So Usman and Mehmood ( my son and nephew ) ordered a cake </p><p><br /></p><p>And we had a surprise Birthday Party for Mama 😊</p><p><br /></p><p>His childlike delight and joyous amazement can neither be expressed in a thousand words nor in any number of emoticons 🥳🎉🎊🤗😄😄😄</p><p><br /></p><p>And that happiness of his , so pure and innocent , is the most treasured and priceless Eidi that we have gotten in a long time ... 🙏🌟🌙✨⭐🎁💕💕💕</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmHk9GgenCWiKtL1StzbuiJBv4eNEOJlw0cBUj7lc9TeutPrW0JduHIdRFwjTV1Z11X8K9Q4b83IoK22Wy7NAu9LBobfvT0UtRN4MpIeIkgDpvnNZbHARY24IQetDnTj5Zz4BOB2o32L7dkPqNzMh7mbN66cJlas5pDu17o8Ti4VAgfMmd-QhvRvHZaA/s9248/IMG20230423193105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6936" data-original-width="9248" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmHk9GgenCWiKtL1StzbuiJBv4eNEOJlw0cBUj7lc9TeutPrW0JduHIdRFwjTV1Z11X8K9Q4b83IoK22Wy7NAu9LBobfvT0UtRN4MpIeIkgDpvnNZbHARY24IQetDnTj5Zz4BOB2o32L7dkPqNzMh7mbN66cJlas5pDu17o8Ti4VAgfMmd-QhvRvHZaA/s320/IMG20230423193105.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5sSjKp-8qLRkZ1fS-CkzRXrJ7MDTHGqlY9vwUhhwM-GaLR-p-lQqyCKb2kJIhOQt85h1vP0Iby5TWhiswTGXSx93uUIjOyRikuWRiS39PUfPVaChG85DCxEv3z-7M_zuOZW3_6Mu5HwGxYmGVaHP6qq7_gxWJtdR2XcUtxSiM8UP-nuIVvLH0Ip6JIg/s8230/IMG20230423195432.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5475" data-original-width="8230" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5sSjKp-8qLRkZ1fS-CkzRXrJ7MDTHGqlY9vwUhhwM-GaLR-p-lQqyCKb2kJIhOQt85h1vP0Iby5TWhiswTGXSx93uUIjOyRikuWRiS39PUfPVaChG85DCxEv3z-7M_zuOZW3_6Mu5HwGxYmGVaHP6qq7_gxWJtdR2XcUtxSiM8UP-nuIVvLH0Ip6JIg/s320/IMG20230423195432.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPHFQakoVb6g1NohBBX1Rfnq0ZAOTqy5CiBlnfQ6iH0NzWmpMVwF5yX6LGVtHZ71jNHEPla6SJORJYr1SWFcun1lIIGcjxp2vjuFoHUK61CJH_iwa2gsuY8ziyUPQsdLnbkhFPut0OQl_Cwnuzw_9nZg-W42ju9imgTixxhfrlV29WQj7aF2HerRd15A/s9248/IMG20230423195446.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="9248" data-original-width="6936" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPHFQakoVb6g1NohBBX1Rfnq0ZAOTqy5CiBlnfQ6iH0NzWmpMVwF5yX6LGVtHZ71jNHEPla6SJORJYr1SWFcun1lIIGcjxp2vjuFoHUK61CJH_iwa2gsuY8ziyUPQsdLnbkhFPut0OQl_Cwnuzw_9nZg-W42ju9imgTixxhfrlV29WQj7aF2HerRd15A/s320/IMG20230423195446.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglN__I3oIXmia58hJrabbJNBD0VLVXu8f00q5INygmEMVrDJk_JpB-O8oUhEI6jZAagleolfZ0Jhnd5q4ZVL91xboWFc3Gm5VG4Iy33WqspiF4xa4nT0mXdbTpG2OFDvqbj3QHEaVpdpLotxNjwmptQQzObSbbLbWi7a1SiSgFKlN4UhzLGwoz26GvFA/s9248/IMG20230423195524.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="9248" data-original-width="6936" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglN__I3oIXmia58hJrabbJNBD0VLVXu8f00q5INygmEMVrDJk_JpB-O8oUhEI6jZAagleolfZ0Jhnd5q4ZVL91xboWFc3Gm5VG4Iy33WqspiF4xa4nT0mXdbTpG2OFDvqbj3QHEaVpdpLotxNjwmptQQzObSbbLbWi7a1SiSgFKlN4UhzLGwoz26GvFA/s320/IMG20230423195524.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Zohra Javedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318932791716178512noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603744229416528139.post-49533981750233040562023-04-13T06:31:00.000-07:002023-04-13T06:31:45.095-07:00<p> "When God blesses you financially, instead of raising your standard of living , raise your standard of giving."</p><p><br /></p><p>"When you focus on being a blessing , God makes sure you are always blessed in abundance"</p><p><br /></p><p>A lot of us must have only perfunctorily read / sent these (and such other) quotes in our GM msgs on WhatsApp</p><p><br /></p><p>Aajkal when WhatsApp Universities are awarding PhDs in subjects like EPS and Communalism , such quotes are precious reminders , that every so often awaken the insaan in us , thus helping voices for empathy justice and equality to not be totally herded away </p><p> </p><p>So ... I read these quotes in a couple of GM msgs fwdd by friends / family ... but saw them being put in practice by my kitchen helper !</p><p><br /></p><p>She had started working as a cook and helper about two decades ago because she couldn't see her children living a life of deprivation under a drunkard head of the family </p><p><br /></p><p>Her first employers were amazing human beings who looked after her and her children like their own </p><p>They also talked to her husband ...</p><p>Soon enough he started mending his ways and stopped drinking too</p><p><br /></p><p>Happiness and better luck soon followed </p><p><br /></p><p>Not that she has everything in life now </p><p>And not everything is going the way she wants , but her struggles have never stopped her from sharing her blessings with others </p><p>She even offers her own "kaam" to other women who are more deprived than her !!!</p><p>And as she shares her blessings , I ve seen God's nemateiN increase as she keeps getting more and more work opportunities Mashaallah </p><p>Touchwood</p><p> </p><p>Another rare quality she has is that she is extremely sincere and respectful of her "rozi" (zariya e maa'ash , livelihood)</p><p><br /></p><p>I often jokingly tell her to open an employment agency considering how much she helps needy women get work </p><p>She laughs it away </p><p><br /></p><p>I thought Ramzaan is the most appropriate time to share this story because this is the month in which Muslims try to do a lot of nekis (नेकियाँ) which include ...</p><p><br /></p><p>Reading duas in Arabic (which someone else has written) </p><p><br /></p><p>Reading Qur'an (there's often a competition of sorts as to how many times one has completed reading the entire Qur'an in this Holy Month) </p><p><br /></p><p>Giving zakaat (can be given at any time of the year but the general understanding is that rewards from God in exchange for this neki increase manifold in Ramzaan)</p><p><br /></p><p>Giving Fitra (charity specifically distributed in Ramzaan)</p><p><br /></p><p>Reading the taraveeh ( the long night prayer specific to Ramzaan where Imaam Saheb , who should be a Haafiz too reads portions of the Qura'an in such a manner that the entire Qur'an is read at least once during the month of Ramzaan) </p><p><br /></p><p>Hosting Iftaar parties ... </p><p>etc etc etc </p><p><br /></p><p>But here this humble , uneducated , ordinary woman has risen hugely in the ranks of kindness and humaneness , which is the ultimate msg that every mazhab preaches </p><p><br /></p><p>The universal law of Nature works irrespective of any discrimination Kaaynaat ka nizaam mazhab dekh kar nahi chalta </p><p>kyoN ke Qudrat naa Hindu hai naa Musalmaan</p><p><br /></p><p>#GodAllahBhagwan</p><p>#Waheguruji </p><p>#ElElohim</p><p>#ShaddaiAlmighty</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Nostalgia here ... 🌺🌿🌷🌹🌻💖<p> WhatsApp par ek bahot puraaney dost ne photo bheji thi</p><p><br /></p><p>Chaai ka cup haath meiN liye-liye hi maiN ne screen par click karaa , photo mere saamne khuli ... Aur uss ek pal meiN maiN barsoN piichhey chali gayi ... !!!</p><p><br /></p><p>Like a cascade of goose bumpy moments , memories from another era , followed by an intense longing for those days , started streaming down incessantly filling my heart with love and eyes brimming with glimpses of flowers , grass , trees , breeze , smiles , dreams , saaris , bindis , jhumkas ... Cricket , tennis , badminton ... films , reading , singing ... Embroidery , stitching ... Picnics , outings , olives , wild berries , mountains , streams ... </p><p><br /></p><p>Collecting wild grass , dried flowers , twigs and stems while walking in the forest , and arranging them in the large old pickle jars that Mummy had brought from Daadi's store room in Shahjahanpur to our home in Tata's various residential Colonies </p><p><br /></p><p>My father's most memorable gift to me ... a transistor that he had given me when I came first in my class five exam ... !</p><p><br /></p><p>My reading choices evolving unawares from comics to magazines to James Hadley Chase to Agatha Christie , Perry Mason , Robert Ludlum , Frederick Forsyth aur pataa nahi kaun kaun ... and then ... finding Mills & Boon ... jo aaye to phir forever aisey bass gaye ke aur kisi ke liye jagah hi nahi bachi ... !!!</p><p><br /></p><p>Naram-garam-reshmi yaadoN ke ye silsiley chaley to chaltey hi gaye ... Aur meri Chaai thaNdi ho gayi yaar ... 😊!!!</p><p>As I got up to refill my cup , I could hear Mummy's fav sentence ringing clear and melodious in my ears ... </p><p>"Chaai ho ... bahot ho ... aur garam ho"</p><p><br /></p><p>Maa-Baap to chaley gaye </p><p>Lekin apney jiiney ka andaaz chhod gaye </p><p>Unn ki yaadeiN duaaeiN bann kar unn ki sabhi aaney waali nasloN par rehmat ka saaebaan bani raheiN ye hi dua hai 🙏💐💕💕💕</p><p><br /></p><p>Sharing the photo that started it all 😍😍😍 ... 👇🏼</p><p>In the pic : </p><p>My mother with her neighbours</p><p>The Gaikwad Family ... my parents' first neighbors at Khopoli Tata Colony ... This was my father's first posting after he joined Tata Electric Company ... And this pic was taken a couple of years before I was born</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtXWiIAH7_vOkoA9zLK5K3SulKiBJQqRCc8BW8uuEEwd5d2vIjdygwRrz3lehW1nEVEgKRut9FFCp1-I2JMgx4LrI83vlh6n7-SJW8CG2uuKmYhy4qos1zJeTGMJF5nBAbbw50SdGIsv37UKbdTieuuWSZn-5S6kMpBWcAHhrn7AapjcbYn6l7i0iKXw/s1226/FB_IMG_1671436221947.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1226" data-original-width="897" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtXWiIAH7_vOkoA9zLK5K3SulKiBJQqRCc8BW8uuEEwd5d2vIjdygwRrz3lehW1nEVEgKRut9FFCp1-I2JMgx4LrI83vlh6n7-SJW8CG2uuKmYhy4qos1zJeTGMJF5nBAbbw50SdGIsv37UKbdTieuuWSZn-5S6kMpBWcAHhrn7AapjcbYn6l7i0iKXw/s320/FB_IMG_1671436221947.jpg" width="234" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXBRpayn0mNRs66iw72HZS8Ewy4Sa-sna-m9EtlW0G4Tc0SEcji4d9Hbjdl_EGKBw2yaPT8Nqr1BM9zJidenNCiFH9l8yhuAKKxdnVHnaT2qoWPxWspHWdp8Juu52sklSeQ5vpdSu9i7yxWE91UGywjU-2ITZq5CC7-Trkho-6SKQPSW4bMAANx8PNNw/s960/FB_IMG_1671436231691.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="701" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXBRpayn0mNRs66iw72HZS8Ewy4Sa-sna-m9EtlW0G4Tc0SEcji4d9Hbjdl_EGKBw2yaPT8Nqr1BM9zJidenNCiFH9l8yhuAKKxdnVHnaT2qoWPxWspHWdp8Juu52sklSeQ5vpdSu9i7yxWE91UGywjU-2ITZq5CC7-Trkho-6SKQPSW4bMAANx8PNNw/s320/FB_IMG_1671436231691.jpg" width="234" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Zohra Javedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318932791716178512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603744229416528139.post-80528332346096072572022-12-17T20:30:00.001-08:002022-12-17T20:30:27.468-08:00Introspect a bit <p> I really am fed up of this notion of communities rejecting inclusiveness , and refusing to come out of their suffocating self-spun cocoon of customs </p><p><br /></p><p>Earlier generations lived in earlier times </p><p><br /></p><p>Their customs , habits , living conditions , life styles etc were in accordance with their time </p><p>We can read about that , get nostalgic about our family histories , even be proud of our ancestors </p><p>But let’s stop at that </p><p><br /></p><p>We have their genes and that is more than enough</p><p><br /></p><p>With communication , conveyance , transport , technology etc that those times were capable of , obviously marrying among immediate or extended families and clans , or at the most one village / city to another was more a matter of compulsion , and not essentially a preferred choice </p><p><br /></p><p>But love has always had a way of its own </p><p>In those times , and in the present too ... </p><p>It breaks barriers , it seeps in through the cracks , it braves all the evils of time and class and looks past the tightest of veils ... and thankfully survives despite all the dos and don’ts ... </p><p><br /></p><p>So clans / tribes who were most often knitted in multi-layered intertwined love - hate relationships , headed by a patriarch who fiercely guarded the personal laws that each such tribe / clan had laid down , specially for its women , had to give way to the breeze of change </p><p><br /></p><p>My generation had more options and opportunities in choosing our stream of education , our life partner , our life style etc </p><p><br /></p><p>What we made of it certainly needs to be discussed at length too , because had my generation evolved as human beings , we wouldn’t be talking of , or worse still being silent onlookers of insane violation of human rights back in our time and at present too </p><p>Khaair ye kahaani phir sahi ...</p><p>Meantime we can jhaaNko in our girebaans</p><p><br /></p><p>But now with so many opportunities available for the youth to meet and interact , so many hundreds of people to choose from , isn’t it pathetic to still see parents ( my generation people ) playing match makers , making most jaahil demands like “ fair and beautiful “ , this caste , that religion through matrimonial columns / websites ... !!!</p><p><br /></p><p>Instead of working towards making educational institutions and work places secure , providing a healthy and liberal atmosphere inside and outside homes , respecting the choices our children make , and being grateful for such opportunities , it is heart breaking to note that there are parents ... and even laws ... out there controlling lives and doing chowkidaari of our adult and mashaallah well brought up children ... !!!</p><p><br /></p><p>Here’s an invaluable reminder ... </p><p><br /></p><p>" There were three large multi-ethnic, multi-lingual, multi-religious entities after World War two : </p><p>the USSR, Yugoslavia and India. </p><p><br /></p><p>Because of majoritarianism two are no more ...... "</p><p><br /></p><p>~~~ Shama Zehra Zaidi </p><p>( Screenplay writer, costume designer, art director, theatre person, art critic, and documentary film maker. )</p>Zohra Javedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318932791716178512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603744229416528139.post-57273849677577392542022-11-25T22:03:00.003-08:002022-11-25T23:16:40.158-08:00Ajnabi thi , soulmate bann gayi 💞💓💗 <p> When one fine morning she knocked on the door to my virtual world via Messenger , neither of us had imagined what destiny had held in store for us !</p><p>Poles apart in everything , it is but a miracle that we met at all </p><p>But be convinced that miracles happen everyday and life bursts with mysteries that may not always be explicable but unexpectedly and pleasingly change the course of a life's journey 💗</p><p><br /></p><p>When I decided to write this note , I had to look up the dictionary for a proper word to describe my first interaction with this very special person because I really want to emphasise on the fact that this out-of-the-blue “hi-hello” had seemed quite an unimportant "by-the-way" thing back then 😊</p><p><br /></p><p>Google came up with words like "unintended" , "unprepared" , "unarranged" , "unplanned" , "uncontrolled" , "impromptu" , "unscripted" , "spontaneous" , "unrehearsed" ... and even "unpremeditated" and "extemporaneous" 😊😊😊 !!!</p><p><br /></p><p>It could have been all of the above , but “unscripted" it certainly was not , because this chance interaction with a complete stranger was definitely scripted in stars by no less than the One and Only Writer of all Fates ... The One who writes both kinds , the most mundane and the most exciting of all stories with utmost perfection ... 🤗😍😊🙏 </p><p><br /></p><p>After her first message which I answered perfunctorily , I was surprised to find another a couple of days later ... and another again some days afterwards ... all of which I kept answering like a programmed robot ... 😐</p><p><br /></p><p>She was pulling me towards herself with amazing confidence and familiarity , all of which was overly unfamiliar and unexpected for me </p><p>... but knowingly I was letting her allure me into a relationship that was unfolding before me like the sun rays gradually rising in the Eastern horizon and then warming and brightening up every little blade of grass that's there under the vast open sky 💛☀️🌾🌾🌾🌾🌾🌾🌾</p><p><br /></p><p>If I have to give this experience a name , I'll say "yaar ko yaar hi rehney do koi naam naa do" 🙂</p><p> </p><p>I had been on this planet for half a century , tasted life sour-n-sweet , bathed in and splashed around more than a thousand of its colours ❤️🧡💛💚🤍💙💜🤎🖤 , but this was a hitherto unshared and exclusive "mera-walaa-zindgi-ka-raNg" that had fallen in my decolored path straight from a million rainbows 🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈</p><p><br /></p><p>And now , as I look back and celebrate a decade of this extraordinary friendship in all it's highs and lows , ebbs and intensifications , closeness and aloofness and so much more , I feel blessed to be in this refreshing bond of freedom 💃💃💃</p><p><br /></p><p>Yes ... it is a bond of freedom that has helped me identify enslaved mindsets , liberate myself from them , introspect and evolve ... and above all , fall in love with myself many times over without being preyed upon by narcissism 😄😉💕💕💕</p><p><br /></p><p>She never cared what religion or age I was </p><p>She never cared what I wore ate or looked like </p><p>We have never met in the real world </p><p><br /></p><p>But she has always been there for me 🥰</p><p>I am often inclined to think that she possesses something like power of telekinesis 🤔 because I always find a message , a song or a ghazal from her in my inbox whenever my head needed a shoulder to rest on and unwind in silence ... 😌</p><p><br /></p><p>She says :</p><p>When there is friendship 🤝💞👩❤️💋👩 nothing else matters 🙏</p><p><br /></p><p>How very true indeed 💐💐💐 !</p><p><br /></p><p>But I have looked up for every available information about her </p><p>Her age , her preferences , her profession and even the meaning of her name , which is as unique and beautiful as our friendship 💕💕💕 !!!</p><p><br /></p><p>For her I am a friend-philosopher-guide kinda person </p><p>And for me she is my soulmate ... 🙂💞💐🫶💞💐🫶💞💐🫶💞💐🫶💞💐🫶 !</p><p><br /></p><p>Yeah ... Typically I guess a Soulmate would have to be a person who one has met in the real world or someone with whom you share likes / dislikes / hobbies / 🤔 ? </p><p>May be ... But from the beginning this was anything but typical !</p><p>It was not me ... It was God scripting the screenplay of my story 🤗😊🥰</p><p>This was His choice 🙏💐👍🏼</p><p><br /></p><p>And my soul often whispers to me :</p><p>"Ye hi hai right choice babyyyyy !"</p><p>🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSMo958rqCpHPL3AbQsxK6p19-N1K7Hzb7tcVx9kAygkSlwXBmWhq7mKbAs-OQGXVmycUgyNQkk5Emah820WQS6BMe4fuD8b1Kqkt90a16mt1q2Iibn7M2nP0zYU5qq79BpmolNi9q76JXg_PlHqNaTaBdJs8tAr1ffg0nW_ZQiKmg-OcvIRAmrUqeig/s4624/1669445414473.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3468" data-original-width="4624" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSMo958rqCpHPL3AbQsxK6p19-N1K7Hzb7tcVx9kAygkSlwXBmWhq7mKbAs-OQGXVmycUgyNQkk5Emah820WQS6BMe4fuD8b1Kqkt90a16mt1q2Iibn7M2nP0zYU5qq79BpmolNi9q76JXg_PlHqNaTaBdJs8tAr1ffg0nW_ZQiKmg-OcvIRAmrUqeig/s320/1669445414473.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Zohra Javedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318932791716178512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603744229416528139.post-78182751412537997592022-03-01T22:46:00.002-08:002022-03-01T22:46:30.466-08:00Conversions <p>Religious conversions are a result of Capitalist mentality </p><p><br /></p><p>You can change the name of a person or teach them to pray in another manner </p><p>But their genes don't change </p><p>They don't forget their culture </p><p>Their language and food habits do not change </p><p><br /></p><p>But the convertor tries to impose a certain kind of culture , language , dress , food habits etc upon the converted </p><p><br /></p><p>And then the controlling begins ... !!!</p><p><br /></p><p>Religious conversions are a facade to control more lives than were born into your religion</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Kaise sahaa hoga dard apni zamiin se begaaney ho jaaney ka ... Kaise apnayaa hoga ek ajnabi-anjaan rahen-sahen ... Can one even imagine the emptiness that must have never left a corner of their heart !!!</p><p><br /></p><p>Badi himmat ki baat hai </p><p>Bikhar kar simatna </p><p>Aur bikhrey huoN ko sametna </p><p><br /></p><p>Stop the hate </p><p>Make way for peace </p><p>So we live and let live 💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEix00xynYpUmcfT36S1M1SH09frUuYeUwWJEzTSkpG8po3fKEbKajokKnCs74dh5_kEHh2PMK-1dKrqHaldic2ZxwqOYCEHSdeXXZkMgUEgL_8n489VgciKPmBNf51yy8c1_e07VHYOSR1w86gBuce39LV51i8tClR0EPRL081tZDkjXy8xvaeo9rSsGA=s1800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="900" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEix00xynYpUmcfT36S1M1SH09frUuYeUwWJEzTSkpG8po3fKEbKajokKnCs74dh5_kEHh2PMK-1dKrqHaldic2ZxwqOYCEHSdeXXZkMgUEgL_8n489VgciKPmBNf51yy8c1_e07VHYOSR1w86gBuce39LV51i8tClR0EPRL081tZDkjXy8xvaeo9rSsGA=s320" width="160" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhH_j0IZ_YSXIPLOb5RYP4o1BdaC017wfyqtleeFEtHXEodhuuptURwqBk24hOs4dkuHB9mgpQZHjF6bvfEqWSlWreTx0jBVSiX1BYCO5F81TR_PqnVGZnuTeTn2uR6gBHjqCljiF_cmwihus2moiKzI2UsehLlEv8gX9wsCp6tUF7G36crP48AL8zwqw=s1447" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1079" data-original-width="1447" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhH_j0IZ_YSXIPLOb5RYP4o1BdaC017wfyqtleeFEtHXEodhuuptURwqBk24hOs4dkuHB9mgpQZHjF6bvfEqWSlWreTx0jBVSiX1BYCO5F81TR_PqnVGZnuTeTn2uR6gBHjqCljiF_cmwihus2moiKzI2UsehLlEv8gX9wsCp6tUF7G36crP48AL8zwqw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjpyywmOjH_zp2hxwiPkxQC7sFzZJAzSK0xdrqVd6MFNA8GneB56s0vJan3lgiqlL220YOi0dNY_FCK1n5Q0EbsO2HmmVGDOt3YW9vanJMRidvGRODeScETcOfN0KyRizRcV2Vmrd0rHjFGHobDmri-0Q7mF32NkHbS3G8cad3jK9yQ7_VfmyNFQcLaKQ=s1350" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjpyywmOjH_zp2hxwiPkxQC7sFzZJAzSK0xdrqVd6MFNA8GneB56s0vJan3lgiqlL220YOi0dNY_FCK1n5Q0EbsO2HmmVGDOt3YW9vanJMRidvGRODeScETcOfN0KyRizRcV2Vmrd0rHjFGHobDmri-0Q7mF32NkHbS3G8cad3jK9yQ7_VfmyNFQcLaKQ=s320" width="256" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Zohra Javedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318932791716178512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603744229416528139.post-15792142134432148852021-10-20T00:26:00.003-07:002021-10-20T00:26:42.853-07:00Ye unn dino ki baat hai ...<p> Some nostalgia ... 💝</p><p><br /></p><p>Hamaarey bachpaney meiN , native place Shahjahanpur meiN generally gharoN meiN phones nahi hua kartey thay </p><p><br /></p><p>There used to be messengers who would take paighaams / invitations etc written or verbal from one household to another </p><p>This was in the 1960s </p><p><br /></p><p>Lekin hamare Nana ke ghar par phone tha jo hum ne kabhi bajtey nahi suna </p><p>Waise bhi it was kept in the men's section of the Kothi so we only got a glimpse of it once in a while </p><p><br /></p><p>Mummy bataati thiiN ke Miyan's ( my Nana , we used to call him Miyan ) trusted personal assistant was in charge of answering the phone calls </p><p><br /></p><p>To jab ghanti bajti thi and he used to go to get it , he would always say "aatey haiN " like one would say when someone knocks on your door </p><p><br /></p><p>Lekin phone to bajta rehta tha </p><p>To wo naraaz se ho jaatey thay and would say ...</p><p>"Keh to diya hai ke aa rahey haiN ... Lekin suntey nahi haiN ... Bajaaye jaa rahey haiN ghantiyaN ... "</p>Zohra Javedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318932791716178512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603744229416528139.post-28304982895273484562021-10-20T00:25:00.003-07:002021-10-20T00:25:26.809-07:00Jashn e wilaadat e Nabi<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKHRZvXKJS6kj1tUTER_NUtk6S74qjQtXVkMIFllyh4GCka0S7ClfWV1ZmyFQHhyri8j-qOiegrvY1MndEu2wkMaq3D39h5Ho-XJtNs62Ehfy4EVNI6-IMsA4pVZ5OyCm6Z46rBvRGBFQW/s1300/1634154148572.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1140" data-original-width="1300" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKHRZvXKJS6kj1tUTER_NUtk6S74qjQtXVkMIFllyh4GCka0S7ClfWV1ZmyFQHhyri8j-qOiegrvY1MndEu2wkMaq3D39h5Ho-XJtNs62Ehfy4EVNI6-IMsA4pVZ5OyCm6Z46rBvRGBFQW/s320/1634154148572.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>It is believed that Prophet Mohammed was born on the 12th day of the Islamic month of Rabi ul Awwal </p><p><br /></p><p>And hence the Muslim khaandaans of Shahjahanpur , Aligarh , Allahabad and Lucknow , traditionally celebrate the life of the Prophet reciting poetry in his praise and in praise of Almighty Allah for the first twelve days of this month </p><p><br /></p><p>Aur shehroN meiN bhi hogi aisi pratha </p><p>But I am speaking for the khaandaans that I know </p><p><br /></p><p>Even when we stayed in Tata Power Company’s residential colonies , Mummy would kinda lead the recitation and my father and we siblings would repeat after her </p><p><br /></p><p>None of us were ever trained in music or singing , and it used to a bit of solitary celebration as the six of us would rise respectfully to sing the “ salaam” in the large hall of our bungalow , but it was definitely a spiritually enriching experience</p><p><br /></p><p>Prophet Mohammed , who the Muslims believe belonged to the clan of Prophet Ebrahim , and is the last , hence the most beloved of all prophets , was sent to this world as rehmat al lil aalamiin ( mercy for the universe ) </p><p><br /></p><p>While on this topic let me add a little more from the recent past </p><p><br /></p><p>Now for about a decade that I ve been interacting with people on social media , I understand that it is confusing , and rightly so , for non muslims to find an Eid popping up every now and then </p><p><br /></p><p>Some time back , year or more ago , I had written a note about this on Facebook also </p><p><br /></p><p>Eid and Milad are Arabic words </p><p>Eid means feast </p><p>Milad is celebration of birthday </p><p><br /></p><p>I don't know in what all contexts Arabs use this word Milad , but in India and also Pakistan it is now being used to mean celebration of Prophet's birthday ( Milad un Nabi )</p><p><br /></p><p>Eid e Milad un Nabi = Feast celebrating the birth of Prophet </p><p><br /></p><p>However bachpan se le kar jawaani tak Shahjahanpur / Lucknow meiN Eid e Milaad nahi balki "bara-wafaat" suna kartey thay </p><p><br /></p><p>It is believed by Muslims that our Prophet was born on the 12th day of Islamic month Rabi ul Awwal and he died (unhoN ne wafaat paayi ) on the same date </p><p><br /></p><p>I remember Mummy often used to say why do we not celebrate the day as his birthday , why do we associate it with his wafaat ?</p><p><br /></p><p>So ... people in far off Arabia seem to have heard her 😄😄😄 ... We now have Eid e Milad un Nabi </p><p>She lived enough to see this change in her life 😄</p><p><br /></p><p>So till a better one word expression is found , "Eid e Milad un Nabi" , "Jashn e wilaadat e Nabi" se kaam chalanaa padey ga 😊😊😊😊😊</p><p><br /></p><p>May the light of compassion , empathy , peace and camaraderie that was lit by prophets before him, and that which he brightened shine in our hearts and guide us all to be better human beings </p><p><br /></p><p>Sharing a beautiful version of the salaam that we used to recite along with Mummy ... Rafi Saheb ki paakiizah awaaz ... Akbar Warsi Saheb ka kalaam ... 🙏🌹🌺🌷💐💝💝💝</p><p><br /></p><p>https://youtu.be/8Fqows4r5wo</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Zohra Javedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318932791716178512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603744229416528139.post-60445521346838150432021-07-30T01:22:00.003-07:002021-07-30T01:24:52.369-07:00Ye Ishq-Ishq Hai <p>दस हज़ार वर्षो तक तप के बाद ...</p><p>पार्वती उस हठी को पा लेती है जिसे पाना ज़िद के बिना संभव नही। </p><p><br /></p><p>उस उदासीनता और मौन को तोड़ देती है जिसे तोड़ना ज़िद के बिना संभव नही।</p><p><br /></p><p>करोड़ो वर्षो तक उस हठी के साथ रहने की हठ ...</p><p>कौन ऐसे तन को चाहेगा जो सर्प गर्दन पे लपेटे हो और मन फक्कड़ी में लगा हो ... </p><p><br /></p><p>लेकिन प्रेम यही तो है </p><p>तन और मन से परे ...</p><p>प्रेम में हठी हो जाना तप ही तो है। </p><p><br /></p><p>(Courtesy फ़ायक इन मूड) </p><p>copied from Swati Tiwari </p><p><br /></p><p>To zaraa bhi taa'jub ki baat nahi ke log naa jaane kitne barsoN se prem ke iss adbhut swaroop ko poojtey chaley aa rahey haiN ...</p><p><br /></p><p>🎊💝💐🎊💝💐🎊💝💐🎊💝💐🎊💝💐🎊💝💐</p><p><br /></p><p>Aur ab zaraa inn ki suniye ... ye poojaari haiN ... Ek shikwa kar rahaa , to doosra samjha rahaa hai ... keh rahe haiN ... </p><p><br /></p><p>“ Meri darkhwaast radd ho gayi SaaiN ... shaaed meri iltijaa meiN hi koi kami reh gayi ho ... warna deney walaa to bahot सख़ी ( kindhearted / magnanimous / charitable ) tha ... “</p><p><br /></p><p>“Shaaed uss ki sakhaawat kisi aur ke liye ho ... kisi aur ke muqaddar meiN ho uss ki dariyadili ... “</p><p><br /></p><p>“Kisi aur ka muqaddar ... ? “</p><p><br /></p><p>“ Haan ... Mehboob auroN par meherbaan aur aashiq pe sitamgar hota hai ... aur aashiq umar bhar issi gumaan meiN reh jataa hai ke mehboob ki mehbubiyat sirf ussi ke muqaddar meiN hai “</p><p><br /></p><p>“ Aap ko dekh kar ehsaas hota hai ke aap khud ek shadeed mohabbat ki aziyat se guzar chukey haiN ... warna kisi anjaan ko mohabbat ka aisa idraak kahaaN mila ... “</p><p><br /></p><p>Copied from You Tube </p><p><br /></p><p>🎊💝💐🎊💝💐🎊💝💐🎊💝💐🎊💝💐🎊💝💐</p><p><br /></p><p>Aur ye ... </p><p>insaan ki aarzooN - ChahatoN - ibaadatoN ki tamaam bechaainiyoN ko samet-ti hui Sahir ki ek line ... </p><p>"Mann re tu kaahey naa dheer dharey ... "</p><p><br /></p><p>🎊💝💐🎊💝💐🎊💝💐🎊💝💐🎊💝💐🎊💝💐</p><p><br /></p><p>Mohabbat har roop meiN insaan ko Khuda se rubaru karaati hai </p><p>Wo kul Kaayanaat ka Maalik ...</p><p>Mohabbat meiN hi to nazar ataa hai </p><p><br /></p><p>Uss ki talaash wo kartey haiN jin ke dil mohabbat se naa-aashna hotey haiN </p><p><br /></p><p>Warna sach to ye hai ke ... </p><p>"Dil ke ā.īne meiñ hai tasvīr-e-yāar </p><p>jab zarā gardan jhukāa.ī dekh lī ... "</p><p><br /></p><p>🎊💝💐🎊💝💐🎊💝💐🎊💝💐🎊💝💐🎊💝💐</p><p><br /></p><p>And then there's the ultimate from Sahir Ludhianvi ... </p><p><br /></p><p>" Allah aur rasool ka farman ishq hai</p><p>yani hadiis ishq hai , Quran ishq hai</p><p>Gautum ka aur Masih ka arman ishq hai</p><p>ye kaaynaat jism hai aur jaan ishq hai</p><p>ishq sarmad ishq hi mansur hai</p><p>ishq Musa , ishq koh e tuur hai </p><p>Khaak ko buut</p><p>Aur buut ko devta karta hai ishq</p><p>Inteha ye hai ke </p><p>bande ko Khuda karta hai ishq ... "</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC4WTS8U2B2B1ogNGv9_YAgaWeChpsV8xA_5E-TinQaPgNCRZcAAw5buXbnzJY-R22AOiCYmMeT_r_OQrjyFHAvjgA8at4DymI70cpoKzeDGRpQI3QDst4Bb7U14DSM9vPhCF6ouaygMTJ/s1440/1627632886495.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC4WTS8U2B2B1ogNGv9_YAgaWeChpsV8xA_5E-TinQaPgNCRZcAAw5buXbnzJY-R22AOiCYmMeT_r_OQrjyFHAvjgA8at4DymI70cpoKzeDGRpQI3QDst4Bb7U14DSM9vPhCF6ouaygMTJ/s320/1627632886495.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Zohra Javedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318932791716178512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603744229416528139.post-14787003844472491282021-06-22T02:51:00.003-07:002021-06-22T02:51:28.111-07:00Sahir Lazawaal 💝<p> Badi khushi hoti hai ye dekh kar ke Sahir Ludhianvi ko unn ki centenary year meiN itni mohabbat aur respect ke saath yaad karaa jaa rahaa hai </p><p> </p><p>Unn ke geet , unn ki love life , unn ki arrogance ... unn ki position of power when he could dictate his terms to producers / directors ... aur bhi bahot kuchh ... </p><p>Like jis ko jitnaa yaad hai , aur jaisa yaad hai , wo sunaa rahaa hai </p><p><br /></p><p>All this is very interesting </p><p>But I have a feeling ke kaafi saari baateiN word of mouth se hi phaili hoNgi and there is every possibility that ab jo kuchh hum tak pahoNch rahaa hai wo sab sach naa ho</p><p>Except for Javed Akhter I dont think anyone who speaks about Sahir Ludhianvi really knows him </p><p><br /></p><p>Like that video which came God knows from where and went viral on social media !!!</p><p>The voice and kalaam was apparently Sahir Ludhianvi's </p><p>Batayaa gayaa ke ye "Main zindgi ka saath nibhata chalaa gayaa ... " ke unrecorded stanzas haiN</p><p><br /></p><p>Then came Javed Saheb's tweet saying ke naa voice Sahir Ludhianvi ki hai aur naa hi wo poetry unn ki hai </p><p><br /></p><p>Tab phir kuchh chhaan-phatak kari gayi aur pataa ye chalaa ke Jaidev ji ki awaaz meiN ye kalaam Abdul Hameed Adam Saheb ka hai</p><p><br /></p><p>So I ll skip the stories about his life and instead share the impact that his writing has had on my life</p><p><br /></p><p>I strongly believe that Sahir Ludhianvi has now transcended beyond being a man or a poet / lyricist </p><p>He is now a philosophy and a mindset ... </p><p><br /></p><p>And I discovered this mindset called Sahir much later in life when I read his anti war poetry on Facebook </p><p><br /></p><p>Ek aisi duniya jahaaN taaqat ka matlab show of muscle power hai , jahaaN har masaley ka solution violence and war batayaa jataa hai , wahaaN Sahir keh rahey haiN ke jung to khud hi ek masala hai bhai , ye masloN ka hal kya degi </p><p><br /></p><p>When I read Sahir's poetry I realized ke iss aadmi ka dil sirf insaaniyat ke liye dhadakta tha ... Unn ka maan-na tha ke har mazhab ka Khuda apney bandoN se ek hi baat keh rahaa hai ... ke bhaiyya insaan bann jaao ... </p><p>Sahir ne ye msg apney ek geet meiN kuchh aisey dia hai :</p><p>" Tu Hindu baney ga naa Musalmaan baney ga insaan ki aulaad hai insaan baney ga " </p><p><br /></p><p>Also reminding his readers ... </p><p>" Har ek daur kā maz.hab nayā ḳhudā laayā </p><p>kareñ to ham bhī , magar kis ḳhudā kī baat kareñ"</p><p><br /></p><p>And who forget the song "Sansaar se bhaagey phirtey ho ... " which is among the most honest and bebaak description of the humiliation of insaaniyat in the name of religion </p><p><br /></p><p>If his song "Aurat ne janam diya mardoN ko ... " shocked and frustrated my conscience , then there was " Wo subah kabhi to aaye gi ... " jahaaN Sahir hazaaroN mehnat-kash logoN ke khwaaboN ki tabiireiN talaash kar rahey thay </p><p><br /></p><p>When I heard "Dekh tere Bhagwaan ki haalat kya ho insaan ... " I was speechless for a while </p><p>How could anyone be so blatantly and truthfully straight forward </p><p><br /></p><p>But then everyone is not Sahir Ludhianvi !!!</p><p><br /></p><p>Sahir ki ek aur baat mujhe badi pyaari lagti hai</p><p>Jaisa ke Bhagvad Geeta meiN bhi kahaa gayaa hai ke karam kiye jaa , phal ki chinta mat kar , ussi andaaz meiN Sahir ne likha ... </p><p>" Manaa ke iss zamiiN ko naa gulzaar kar sakey</p><p>Kuchh khaar kam to kar gaye guzrey jidhar se hum " </p><p><br /></p><p>Interestingly Sahir Ludhianvi ne apni shaaeri ke collection ki kitaab jab chhapvaai to uss ka naam “ TalkhiyaN “ rakha , lekin unn ki zindgi ki talkhiyoN ne uNheiN naa to revengeful banayaa , aur hi unhoN ne apne dil meiN nafratoN ko jagah di </p><p>In fact unhoN ne to nafratoN ki duniya meiN pyaar ki bastiyaN basaaney baat kari hai </p><p><br /></p><p>He developed an intense courage to stand up for all the underprivileged people , and gave words to their dreams and aspirations </p><p>“ ab koi gulshan naa ujdey ab watan azaad hai “ </p><p>and </p><p>" Aao ke koi khwaab buneiN kal ke waastey ... " </p><p><br /></p><p>Also earnest prayers for world peace </p><p>“ Teri hai zamiin tera aasmaan tu badaa meherbaan tu bakhshish kar ... “</p><p><br /></p><p>" Khuda e bartar teri zamiiN par zamiiN ki khaatir ye jung kyoN hai ... "</p><p><br /></p><p>Ya phir ye ke “ Sab ko sanmati de Bhagwaan ... “ and "Balwaano ko de de gyaan ... "</p><p><br /></p><p>Incidentally the first song I shared on Facebook was "Aap ki mehki hui zulf ko kehtey haiN ghataa ... " </p><p>And from there began my journey of discovering Sahir Ludhianvi , the philosophy , the cult ... </p><p><br /></p><p>So geet unn ke mujhe bahot pehlay radio par mil gaye thay lekin Sahir mujhe dus saal pehley hi miley Facebook par</p><p><br /></p><p>The songs that come to mind immediately when I think of the radio days from my childhood are </p><p>"Mera sunder sapna ... " </p><p>and </p><p>" hum aap ki aankhon meiN iss dil ko basaa deiN to ... " </p><p>So Sahir aur Geeta Dutt se ek lamba aur gehra nataa hai hamaraa 😊😊😊</p><p><br /></p><p>I find this immensely fascinating that a man who has left nothing but his writings behind him is being celebrated and remembered by almost all sections of the society including people jinki zubaan Urdu yaa Hindi nahi bhi hai </p><p><br /></p><p>It is now upto us to introduce Sahir Ludhianvi's poetry to our children because that will be our best tribute to the man who has proved beyond doubt that there are few like him on this planet and even after more than sixty / seventy years or so , his writings continue to inspire and encourage human rights and anti war activists , and supporters of peace in homes and among communities and countries </p><p><br /></p><p>Koi to baat hogi jo har koi ek tukda Sahir ka apney hissey meiN kar lena chaahta hai ... Sahir beshak keh gaye hoN ke " maiN pal do pal ka shaaer hooN ... " ... Lekin unhoN ne poorey tariiqe se ye ensure kar liya hai he will be remembered as " har ek pal ka shaaer ... "</p><p><br /></p><p>Sahir lives on , and my journey , discovering him through his writings also continues ...</p>Zohra Javedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10318932791716178512noreply@blogger.com0