Thu 13 Dec 2012


By Boona Muhammad

Let me take a moment to show some kindness, 
To the folks who blindness was a disease that effected the eyes alone,
I promise I won't judge you, I barely know how to love you
And like fools we preach rules, but we don't even follow our own.

Everybody needs comfort,
Some people find it in this; some people find it in that
And some people just don't find it at all.

But this world is full of signs 
From the moon to the stars in the sky
From the bees and the bugs, like a seed in your blood
Like a feen to a drug, makes you need to look up
And questions what's up, why you deal with this stuff?
When your spirits are crushed and you trek through the rough
But like thunder it struck, said "Be" and it was

All the signs that were sent, they finally make sense
You feel the torment, so you need to repent
When your heart is cement, it's hard as a brick
Cause your soul is worth more than the dollars and cents,
All the money in the world couldn't buy you happiness
Cause "verily, it is in the remembrance of Allah, that hearts do find rest"

And do not get it confused,
I'm not a scholar or a preacher
I'm just a regular dude, who makes mistakes too
But we are reflections true, 
So I cant talk about me without talking about you

And who knew?
We would end up in a place so confused
Where little boys wanna be like little girls and little girls just wanna be abused
Where the terrorize the truth, mentally arrest the youth
Even though there is no law but Allahs' and momma didn't raise no fool.

And who knew?
That expecting the world to treat you fairy because you think you're a good person,
Would be a little like expecting a bull not to attack you because you're a vegetarian,
You can't begin to learn what you think you already know
In mans own ignorance we forgot that women once watched us grow
And before that you were a tiny ball of flesh without any bones
And before that you were just unknown, and now look behold
You have the arrogance to assume that you just made it on your own?
But what were you but a chewed piece of clot, before the grew
And who knew you would trace you ancestry back to a zoo?
You must have really come from apes with your monkey point of views
Even the devil believes in God, so what does that make you?

And it's true
Sometimes I feel like Noah preaching to a packed empty room
Nobody wanna listen until we start rolling out two by two
I'm a big fan of Abraham; never break-up from Jacob
Joseph had the kind of beauty that you couldn't find in makeup
Moses was to Pharaoh what stones are to arrows 
And David to Goliath was truth is to silence
Following, Solomon I'd get down too
Contrary to popular belief, Jesus is my homeboy too.
So peace be upon the whole crew who came to teach what we never knew
Even though few caught the groove, the never turned blue
Never confused what was true even if it was a taboo
Never came for fame or praise but to praise who the prayed too

And who knew?
That an unlettered man from the middle of the desert,
Would change the whole world from darkness into heaven
You may have every title, every big shot degree
But you still can't explain: Alif-Lam-Meem

And who knew?
There would be so many views and way to explain
That he's closer to you than your jugular vein
So if you complain that God must be cruel
Can you give Allah, all that he gives to you?
From the breath that you breath, to the trees that you feed
From the eyes that you see, to the sea that you eat
If I cut you, you bleed, than you heal magically
Were the illest machines, manufactured for means.
The concepts extreme but this world is a dream,
It's not what it seems filled with lies and deceit
The truth is serene so wake up smell the deen
Praises be to He, His Oneness, Supreme
Totally unique, in no need of sleep 
Not like you or me, his greatness complete
No partners, no mates, no father, no sons
No discount 3 in 1, just Allah Azwa Jal
Even the birds sing his name,
The Lord of all the worlds
Glory be to He and to Allah is our return 


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Tue 24 Jul 2012

عرصہ ہوا ایک ترک افسانہ پڑھا تھا یہ دراصل میاں بیوی اور تین بچوں پر مشتل گھرانے کی کہانی تھی جو جیسے تیسے زندگی گھسیٹ رہا تھا۔ جو جمع پونجی تھی وہ گھر کے سربراہ کے علاج معالجے پر لگ چکی تھی، مگر وہ اب بھی چارپائی سے لگا ہوا تھا۔ آخر اسی حالت میں ایک دن بچوں کو یتیم کر گیا۔ رواج کے مطابق تین روز تک پڑوس سے کھانا آتا رہا، چوتھے روز بھی وہ مصیبت کا مارا گھرانہ خانے کا منتظر رہا مگر لوگ اپنے اپنے کام دھندوں میں لگ چکے تھے، کسی نے بھی اس گھر کی طرف توجہ نہیں دی۔ بچے بار بار باہر نکل کر سامنے والے سفید مکان کی چمنی سے نکلنے والے دھویں کو دیکھتے۔ وہ سمجھ رہے تھے کہ ان کے لیے کھانا تیار ہو رہا ہے۔ جب بھی قدموں کی چاپ آتی انھیں لگتا کوئی کھانے کی تھالی اٹھائے آ رہا ہے مگر کسی نے بھی ان کے دروازے پر دستک نہ دی۔


ماں تو پھر ماں ہوتی ہے، اس نے گھر سے کچھ روٹی کے سوکھے ٹکڑے ڈھونڈھ نکالے، ان ٹکڑوں سے بچوں کو بہلا پھسلا کر سلا دیا۔ اگلے روز پھر بھوک سامنے کھڑی تھی، گھر میں تھا ہی کیا جسے بیچا جاتا، پھر بھی کافی دیر کی "تلاش" کے بعد دو چار چیزیں نکل آئیں جنھیں کباڑیے کو فروخت کر کے دو چار وقت کے کھانے کا انتظام ہو گیا۔ جب یہ پیسے بھی ختم ہو گئے تو پھر جان کے لالے پڑ گئے۔ بھوک سے نڈھال بچوں کا چہرہ ماں سے دیکھا نہ گیا۔ ساتویں روز بیوہ ماں خود کو بڑی سی چادر میں لپیٹ کر محلے کی پرچوں کی دکان پڑ جا کھڑی ہوئی، دکان دار دوسرے گاہکوں سے فارغ ہو کر اس کی طرف متوجہ ہوا، خاتون نے ادھار پر کچھ راشن مانگا تو دکان دار نے نا صرف صاف انکار کر دیا بلکہ دو چار باتیں بھی سنا دیں۔ اسے خالی ہاتھ ہی گھر لوٹنا پڑا۔


ایک تو باپ کی جدائی کا صدمہ اور اوپر سے مسلسل فاقہ، آٹھ سالہ بیٹے کی ہمت جواب دے گئی اور وہ بکھر میں مبتلا ہو کر چارپائی پر پڑ گیا۔ دوا دارو کہاں سے ہو، کھانے کو لقمہ نہی تھا، چاروں گھر کے ایک کونے میں دبکے پڑے تھے، ماں بخار سے آگ بنے بیٹے کے سر پر پانی کی پٹیاں رکھ رہی تھی، جب کہ پانچ سالہ بہن اپنے ننھے منے ہاتھوں سے بھائی کے پاؤں دبا رہی تھی۔ اچانک وہ اٹھی، ماں کے پاس آئی اور کان سے منہ لگا کر بولی


"اماں بھائی کب مرے گا؟"


ماں کے دل پر تو گویا خنجر چل گیا، تڑپ کر اسے سینے سے لپٹا لیا اور پوچھا "میری بچی، تم یہ کیا کہہ رہی ہو؟"


بچی معصومیت سے بولی


"ہاں اماں! بھائی مرے گا تو کھانا آئے گا ناں!"


اگر ہم اپنے پاس پڑوس میں نظر دوڑائیں تو اس طرح کی ایک چھوڑ کئی کہانیاں بکھری نظر آئیں گی۔ بہت معذرت کے ساتھ کہہ رہا ہوں ہمارا معاشرہ مردہ پرست ہو چکا ہے۔ زندگی میں کوئی نہی پوچھتا مگر دم نکلتے وقت ہونٹوں پر دیسی گھی لگا دیا جاتا ہے تا کہ لوگ سمجھیں بڑے میاں دیسی گھی کھاتے کھاتے مرے ہیں۔ غالبا منٹو نے لکھا ہے کہ ایک بستی میں کوئی بھوکا شخص آ گیا، لوگوں سے کچھ کھانے کو مانگتا رہا مگر کسی نے کچھ نہی دیا۔ بیچارہ رات کو ایک دکان کے باہر فٹ پتہ پر پڑ گیا۔ صبح آ کر لوگوں نے دیکھا تو وہ مر چکا تھا۔ اب "اہل ایمان" کا "جذبہ ایمانی" بیدار ہوا، بازار میں چندہ کیا گیا اور مرحوم کے ایصال ثواب کے لیے دیگیں چڑھا دی گئیں، یہ منظر دیکھ کر ایک صاحب نے کہا "ظالمو! اب دیگیں چڑھا رہے ہو، اسے چند لقمے دے دیتے تھ یہ یوں ایڑیاں رگڑ رگڑ کر نا مرتا"۔


 حضرت مجدد الف ثانی فرمایا کرتے تھے کہ تم جو چادریں قبر پر چڑھاتے ہو اس کے زندہ لوگ زیادہ حقدار ہیں۔ ایک شخص رکے ہوئے بقایاجات کے لیے بیوی بچوں کے ساتھ مظاہرے کرتا رہا، حکومت ٹس سے مس نا ہوئی، تنگ آ کر اس نے خود سوزی کر لی تو دوسرے ہی روز ساری رقم ادا کر دی گئی۔ اسی طرح ایک صاحب کے مکان پڑ قبضہ ہو گیا، بڑی بھاگ دوڑ کی مگر کوئی سننے کو تیار نہی ہوا، اسی دوران دفتر کی سیڑھیاں چڑھتے ہوئے اسے دل کا دورہ پڑا جو جان لیوا ثابت ہوا، پولیس نے پھرتی دکھائی اور دوسرے ہی دن مکان سے قبضہ ختم کروا دیا۔ فائدہ؟ کیا اب اس مکان میں اس کا ہمزاد آ کر رہے گا؟


کیا ہمارا "جذبہ ایمانی" صرف مردوں کے لیے رہ گیا ہے۔ اپنے ارد گرد موجود زندوں کا خیال رکھي


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Sun 22 May 2011

A letter from Mom and Dad

...My Child,

When I get old,
I hope you understand and have patience with me.

In case I break a plate,
or spill soup on the table because I am losing my eyesight,
I hope you don't yell at me.
Older people are sensitive.
Always having self-pity when you yell.

When my hearing gets worse and I can't hear what you are saying,
I hope you don't call me, "Deaf!"
Please repeat what you say
Or write it down

I am sorry, my child.
... I am getting older

When my knees get weaker,
I hope you have the patience to help me get up.
Like how I used to help you when you were little,
learning how to walk.

Please bear with me
When I keep repeating myself like a broken record,
I hope you just keep listening to me
Please don't make fun of me,
get sick of listening to me

Do you remember when you were little and you wanted a Balloon?
You repeated yourself over and over until you got what you wanted

...Please also pardon my smell.
I smell like an old person
Please don't force me to shower.
My body is weak.
Old people gets sick easily when they are cold.
I hope I don't gross you out.

Do you remember when you were little?
I used to chase you around because you didn't want to shower.

I hope you can be patient with me
When I am always cranky
It's all part of getting old.
You'll understand when you're older

And if you have spare time,
I hope we can talk
Even for a few minutes
I am always by myself all the time.
And have no one to talk to
I know you are busy with work.
Even if you are not interested in my stories,
please have time for me.

Do you remember when you were little?
I used to listen to your stories about your teddy bear.

When the time comes
and I get ill and bedridden,
I hope you have the patience to take care of me.

I'm Sorry
If I accidentally wet the bed or make a mess.
I hope you have the patience to take care of me during the last few moments of my life
I am not going to last much longer, anyway.

When the time of my death comes,
I hope you hold my hand
and give me the strength to face death.

And don't worry...
When I finally meet our creator..
I will whisper in his ear
to BLESS you
Because you loved your Mom and Dad.
Thank you so much for your care.
We love you.

With much love,
- Mom and Dad-


{We made a covenant with the Children of Israel: "You shall not worship except GOD. You shall honor your parents and regard the relatives, the orphans, and the poor. You shall treat the people amicably. You shall observe the Contact Prayers (Salat) and give the obligatory charity (Zakat)." But you turned away, except a few of you, and you became averse.} [The Quran 2:83]

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Sat 25 Dec 2010

When people you trust, let you down.

There have been times in our life, where people that we have been close to, and have trusted greatly have let us down.  I would have to say that it is tough to swallow, and maybe a little disappointing.  You see, sometimes we put people into a perfect category and when they let us down, it is then harder to take.  It is harder to take because we have placed high expectations on them and have set them so high up there, that we forget how easy it is to fall and make mistakes.

I am not saying to never trust people, I am saying that our trust in people shouldn’t be connected to a pedestal where we may tend to place them, because this is the fastest way to be disappointed or let down.  Instead of completely placing your trust in man or relying solely on man, we should be placing our complete trust in God for everything!  As our pastor so greatly said, “He is your Everything!” He will never let you down, and He won’t, because He is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow.  He doesn’t move, He doesn’t change, and you can always count on Him for everything! Anytime that I have become disappointed, hurt, or upset when people let me down, I have to ask myself this question, “Am I placing way to much expectation on this person and not enough on God?  Whenever I place my expectations so high on people and not on God, I am going to be easily disappointed.  I also have to remember to have a forgiving heart.  How many times has my Heavenly Father trusted me with things and then I mess up?  Was He disappointed, yes absolutely, yet He was quick to forgive me and let me try again.  That’s the great thing about God,  no matter how many times I let Him down, He is quick to forgive me, where man sometimes doesn’t easily forgive.

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