Adam and Hira had just turned twenty, when they realised, they were in prison. Now they could see four monumental walls topped with barbed wire to the north, south, east and west. Now they could make out the prison officer uniforms on men and women they had not noticed before. Now they could see other prisoners around them, looking and behaving much like themselves. Fear and anguish grew chains around their hands and ankles; the couple struggled to move as the realisation took hold of them; their breaths quickened and sweat trickled on their heads. How on earth did they not realise this before? Why were they prisoners? What had they done wrong? As far as they knew, they had lived an average life in an average town, following the law of the land, most of the time, and keeping out of trouble. Yet now they found themselves languishing behind towering walls and barbed wire.
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If You Dream Of The Valleys Of Kashmir
(CHORUS)
Allah Allah
Laa ilaha illallah (*3)
Allah
If you dream of the valleys of Kashmir,
And the iridescent fields
And listen to the reeds
You’ll find Allah
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Smile endearingly like Al Mustafa
Brighter than an iridescent star
Rise celestially like Isa
Transcending corporeal fever
Conjure mystic snakes like Musa
Which devour the pull of Lucifer
Continue readingSimorgh At Islamabad Arrivals
In Islamabad arrivals, a great hullabaloo arose, like a volcano erupting. Hundreds of tired and disgruntled travellers crowded the luggage belts, struggling to catch sight of their possessions, like a flock of herons, frantically searching the water for fish. Faces scowled; babies wailed; ladies sat back, fanning themselves with their scarves. It had been two hours; their luggage had failed to arrive and, to make matters worse, the luggage of the next arrivals was beginning to appear instead.
“What the hell is this!” yelled a large, moustachioed fellow, in a rich, white salwar qameez. The officials, in blue uniforms, continued to play dumb, expressing platitudes: “we have some technical difficulties… One of the computers has malfunctioned, but it will be fixed, and your luggage will be here soon.”
The Mufti And His Night of Descent
It was the night of Isra and Mi’raaj
The night our Prophet travelled afar
To the glory of Masjid Al Aqsa
And then ascended beyond Al Muntaha
And Yusuf Was His Name….
I’m your Venus, I’m your fire, at your desire- Shocking Blue
Venus came across a man
Gazing with her crystal eyes
Burning like a silver flame
Yearning with desire
She’s got it, yeah baby she’s got it
I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
At your desire
This stranger looked into her face
Her beauty encompassing the view
But looking beyond her, he was
Just like no-one else had
He’s got it, yeah baby, he’s got it
I am Yusuf, I desire Al Ma’rifa
The Grass
“All things hang like a drop of dew
Upon a blade of grass”. W B Yeats
A lush and fertile patch of grass shivered in the breeze, sighing blissfully. Fully exposed to the benevolent sun and enriched by the timely monsoons, the grass grew to a staggering height, accommodating countless creatures great and small. Nothing, so it seemed, could curtail its life-force; nothing could obstruct the sun or the rain replenishing it. The grass was suffused with a rich and deep shade of green, so much so that just to look upon it brought relief to hearts, just to hear its whispers in the wind brought tranquility to troubled minds.
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Salman The Green Of Syria
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Salman the Green of Syria
Roamed the streets in search of marifah
Missiles whizzed and whined above his head
Children hid and the skinny street dogs fled.
Arise Dear Friend!
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Arise my friend!
And contemplate the Real World
For I need your help as time is running out
If I have no companion here to help me,
My eyes will close
Then sleep will cast me out.