I was in pursuit of one night to sleep in the fathomless silence in me and around me Absorbing all the pain and agony of every living person in my Valley and taking all their despair with me in my dreams where I could bury it for a moment
I wondered how that would feel like to bury the pain of a mother living in the memories of his lost son to bury the pain of a father living in a hope that justice will be served to bury the pain of a friend whose friend fell to bullets just next to him to bury the pain of millions of hearts who lost their loved ones I wondered how much I had to dig deep to bury the infinite stories of despair
I fell down to my knees out of my helplessness and became uncouncious and when I woke up I saw a crystal clear river where I saw beautiful young man in the boats I asked them who they were why this river was glittering like gold? they greeted me with a beautiful voice and told me
“We are the sons of that Valley and these are the tears of our mothers we are guarding them till the day of judgement when each drop of tear would stand witness against those tyrants who martyred us because we stood before their injustice we know why are you here? in pursuit to bury the despair give that to us we will keep it as we have nothing of your world Atleast in this, we could see the reflection of our loved ones God will keep multiplying it till the day of resurrection and will replace with blessings and mercy to them when you will go back Give our message to the ones struggling
“Never loose hope and faith as God has sowed us in your soil for the glory to come”
just walk some distance as you still have to meet some other persons”
I walked where they told me to go I saw persons with the most beautiful eyes they were like the lightening in the sky and the world in front of them was as beautiful as those eyes I stood lost in them I inquired them about this beauty they told me
“These are the eyes of the ones who have lost their sight due to pellets showered on them We are preserving them till the day of judgement and we have been kept blind to see anything from them for their seeing will be unfolded only to those blinds living in that valley Give a message to them from us
“soon the gloom will end and for them the beautiful worlds are waiting”
Suddenly I opened my eyes and my beard was drenched in tears I opened the window of my room and saw a beautiful sunlight waiting to depart the night I was in pursuit had just begun but the weight of despair in me had already been lightened
From the rib of Adam, peace be upon him! Decreed as the mercy from Allah, the most High
Paradise is beneath her feet She is a way for salvation A symbol of most purest love in worldly relationship She is a mother
She is a living pearl of the ocean of life She is one where rivers of tranquility flows She is the need of difficult times She is a wife
She is the light of the eyes A glad tidings from the heavens A pride of the father, a contentment of the mother She is a daughter
She is the morals of the society She is the depiction of revolutions She is the inscription of struggles She is veil of the beauty She is adornment of the family She is the wall of courage She is the beginning of story From where came the great ones She is the mother of Prophets She is the blessings from Allah She is the one for whom words are less From the rib of Adam, peace be upon him! Decreed as the mercy from Allah, the most High
By my loving and adorable sister, SAIQA DIDI for her mother…
Mom, I will never have enough time here on the Earth to repay all the love you have poured into me. You have filled my life with momentous and memorable moments which no other person could have ever done.
Being a mother myself, I can realise the ocean of love you will have always for me. And, no matter where I go, you will always be the home I will come back to. I will put my head in your lap and your love will heal my wounds and fill my soul with courage.
Thank you, for nourishing and spoiling me with love and care. You are the wind that set my sails to the right direction. The warmth from your love has kept me alive from the cold clutches of the cruel world. You are the sun that nurtured me until I bloomed into the woman I am today.
I may not be a perfect daughter, mom. In the years that passed, I have caused you a lot of headache and heartaches. I hope you won’t ever get tired of me. Please know that I love you. ❤️ May Allah always keep you happy and healthy! I can’t repay you for anything you have done for me.You are my paradise in this world and the way to earn it in the hereafter.
Worn out after a long weary day I sat on a big old chair facing the west Looking at the beautiful twilight and the gloomy sun of the peaceful evening about to set behind the mighty mountains
Took a deep sigh while closing my eyes Everything appeared still and silent Except for the remains of chirping of birds while going back to their nests Meanwhile, I heard some little voices Small footsteps and a lot of giggles Twilight started fading in my mind Something familiar with my life started to appear like a dream
“A little boy was running here and there Smiling and playing without any care He was Singing his own songs while catching the butterflies His mother was sneaking behind the curtains With a lot of glee and hidden smiles
He was busy in his own world of imagination With no boundaries for love and freedom His mother came out to catch him with her loving arms Running behind with a spoon with food He ran with a surprising smile to escape the love She hid herself behind the tree And caught him with a warm hug Kissed his red cheek and put the spoon in his mouth Took him inside the lovely house Closed the door and also my dream”
Soon those voices began to fade Last light of the sun hit my eyes I heard someone calling from the widow “Son, get up as AZAN is being called Wash yourself for the prayer” I saw my mother behind the same curtains My memories brought a tear into the eyes I again took a deep sigh I saw around, everything was changed But what remained unchanged was The love of my mother And the time of prayer
It is true! That… Every sight of my eyes kiss that valley But Known to me is that, there are mothers of martyred sons I just heard the story of one My heart and soul began to cry O mother, of my lost unknown friend and brother! No written words could do justice to your heart No pages of history will take your pain into account Your injured soul has blood, oozing but unseen by blind eyes As if the world has turned into a mere lie I read the words of one mother, I shivered as they read
Your pain is blowing with the cold winds trapped in this valley God will make them fall like a lightening on the wicked ones Your tears will fall like stones over them What they afflicted you with? A merciless separation Will render them devoid of mercy in this world The earth and sky is crying by your side But why this world still lay deaf and dumb? Has the heart of people living in love of world died? Has the beats gone too far to only remain to mimic the ugly songs? You are the mother of Wamiq Farooq Zahid Farooq, Inayath Khan, Osaib, Tufail Ahmad……….. You are the mother of the martyred blood You are the mother of the tears of the Valley, Kashmir And one of yours line read and I couldn’t stop crying
O wailing mother of my valley There is no court of justice for you in the world Their laws have felt short for your sufferings Their constitutions are void for your emotions Our Kashmir is left silent in the voice for justice
Let them! Let them! Let them walk away with the blood of you womb on their hands Let them live these days, deaf and blind Our silence will be the loudest voice They lit our blood Our blood will burn down their institutions They blood bathed our streets It put a blot on their image
I know, Your heart burns everyday in remembering what you lost No medicine on this planet can heal your wounds Those tyrants have enshrouded the wrath of Allah They have earned the Curse of Kashmir upon them
When my imaginations can’t tolerate the thoughts I am in I enter the white pages with the ink in my heart I start writing the randomness boiling in my body Not sure of the words, whether framed right or wrong
My land is burning far from me but you can see the flames in my eyes I only know, I am from Kashmir and I am a Kashmiri
Victim of pain! Victim of suppression! Victim of bullets! Victim of pellets! Victim of war! Victim of destruction!
O, mothers out there! Can’t you feel the pain of mothers of my land They have their hearts burried in the grave They have their eyes flooded in tears How can the world say me, don’t speak? How can anyone compromise the counciousness? How can my imaginations tolerate the thoughts I am in? How can the world accept this tyranny?
Even if I choose to remain quiet My emotions ignites the voice within I can’t help my hands to rest They want to write the plight of my soul Now, I don’t introduce my name to the people I simply say them from where I belong And I am alive by the grace of God
My conscious have become insomniac It keeps rattling with the stories of my valley I know, Kashmir is burning I keep searching ashes in my dreams But I find soil drenched in tears My soul curses these tyrants and their tyranny I break when I imagine a mother Who tells her son to wake up from the sleep of death she knows, tomorrow there would no sun for her son Because these tyrants have slaughtered him to death
Stories of Autumn have faded deep in winter Now we see seasons changing in a day Either bloody or dry Imprisioned inside the bricks of our own Afraid to look out of the window Because weak glass pans can’t save you Only God can listen To the imprisioned hearts inside imprisioned homes
A hope that beautiful days await At every evening, I would be in the garden looking at the setting sun listening to the call for prayer waiting to bow down with the righteous ones
the war would be over violence would end no more homes would be raised down no more young blood would flow freedom would be ours harmony would prevail paper boats from little hands would sail without fear no more tears no more screams no more pain
A mother would not be afraid for her son not to return back days would be peaceful nights soulful coffins would remain resting
sounds of laughter feeling of togetherness warmth of love would return rule of law without flaw would hold
smiles on lips would be glowing winds would be blowing Singing the freedom songs of martyrs paradise would return to the long-forgotten valley with the mercy of Allah
O, my mother! I know, it has been a long time since we talked to each other I know, you would be restless to inquire about my condition I am fine, my mother I keep remembering you in my heart and prayers I know what I mean for you But don’t be upset over this separation I have put my trust in Allah And I know he will keep you safe in the caged valley My request to you is that be grateful and thankful to Allah that your son is still alive
O, my mother! although it is very heavy for me to say and for you to listen There is another mother in our valley who has lost her son the piece of her heart the light of her eyes the happiness of her life her everything when I start feeling that pain my heart screams inside me that grave keeps haunting me where her final kiss on his face resides It almost makes me lost lost in her unimaginable pain And only hope and prayer that brings me to life that Allah will return her son in the paradise Amen!