After

This season will also pass
What filled the air will too travel far from our towns
New feelings will emerge, new energies will be born
Life will keep singing
Either songs or silence
Memories will be there
Some in hearts, some on walls
Some before the eyes, some closed in pages
Only to be remembered for the ages

Gardens will again allure the bees
That our eyes will see
Petals will be in crave
To be touched by fingers
Gifting a blush on tired faces

The river will flow with passion
To make her heard in the sleep of silent nights
And freedom will come
to sit and enjoy while sitting on her side

Beautiful eyes will open
With the call for prayers before the sun
Feet will make their way to Allah’s House
Remembrances of Lord will buzz on tounges
All Hands will be raised before the Lord
To pray for well being of everyone
To pray for peace and happiness

Hearts will be adored
by the priceless words of Allah’s book
The sun will shine bright
Enlightening the corners of world
The gates will open
In welcome of blessed guests

The day will begin on a note, Written with many sentences
With the opening line, “In the name of Allah, the most Gracious and the most Merciful”

Beauty will be again defined by the thoughts
Written with hands, read with hearts

Birds will again fly far from us, along with the kites
Kids will be delightful while looking at them

School buses will horn outside the gate
For not getting late and children will run
With tied laces and innocent faces

Once our lands will get freedom from this disease
And from the malice in our hearts
We will see all this again
In sha Allah ( if Allah wills)
After this season will pass

Till then I will pray for you
And you will pray for me

Is Not Destiny Ahead?

Is not the destiny ahead?
Then stop and ease for a while
Nothing is lost, no hope had died
Still the dreams are alive
Pain is like a season and will pass too
Imagine the sun and rain, both are winsome

Why should not I tell you about the snow in my Land?
White and pure
My hands shiver in the cold, but my eyes dazzle with brightness
The struggle of my land had taught me love
Like a lesson written in the book
It is true that Kashmir is beautiful
But our tears are more
They hide and express every emotion
They reflect in our smiles like the images on the mirror
We have learnt to live with them as a blessing
As the pious souls shed them remembering Allah
A mother in the memory of her martyred son
They flow from the eyes of the father, sister and friend too
Carrying the burden of our sufferings
And address them to Allah
Making our tounges to utter the same line
Is not destiny ahead?
Peace is yet to come

Emotions

Human essence can’t exist without emotions
The tears in eyes, smile on lips are the most appealing entity
But behind the veil they are pruned out of emotions

Emotions are like waves in an ocean of soul
Sometimes calm, singing the melody to the captain of the ship
But when they turn the tune to storm, they can engulf even the roars of thunder

When empathy adorns the hearts, the emotions  recites the odes of angels
Full of praises from the heavens acquiring stature above bodily existence

We love, feel the happiness, peace and contentment
Emotions bounds us with the hearts of people, decorate a dwelling for us in them
Makes us to embrace the beauty which our eyes see and hearts feel

Emotions lit the fire of passion to overcome impossible
Emotions drive revolutions with the slogans which tears the deafness of suppression

Emotions craves the humanness to the perfect shape in the humans
Emotions are the motion in which life runs along the clock

When they get sprinkled by the divine touch of Lord, the most gracious and the most merciful
They free us from the slavery of the world to wander in the divine and pure guidance of Allah
They become our utmost strength, to withstand the trails and tribulations of the world
They become our home where we keep our love and care for others

Emotions are the colours of faces, some are hidden and some are apparent
Emotions associated to things raise their essence
And those associated with Allah, the All Seer, raise your essence

Don’t break heart as they are decorated by the buds of emotions
If you will crush them, they will plead before Allah
And know that, heart is where Lord resides
Beware, don’t hurt the emotions of anyone

Woman

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

She is woman

Read the Rain

Rain falls from far above, but never hurts. Strikes the soil so gently like some one is knocking on the door. By the leave of Allah, it gives life to a dead seed, welcomes it to see the heaven from where it falls. It adorns the green and washes away the dirt and dust. Every heart sinks in the music of drops like the sun sinking in the ocean. The moments become memorable in the eyes which sees these pearls striking and playing every surface. Somewhere, striking silently and somewhere laughs like a child. Rain has the stories, dreams and sleep. Wish I could fly like a falcon to see it’s home, to listen it’s wishes, to feel the excitement and joy before they come for us. Rain is a blessing from Allah.

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The rain gives peace to my soul
The rain reminds me of my stories

Have You Left?

Would we be heard?
No, is the answer
Humanity is abused everyday
Still humans are helpless
Among all the abuses from east to west
Who will listen to Kashmir?
May be, they open the pages of history
But, who is there to unfold our emotions?
Who will listen to syria?
Who will listen to palestine?
Who will listen to all war torn lands?
Will they remain a place and date on pages
And for ages to come
Why this war? Why this unrest?
Why can’t we humans uphold humanity?
Why this inequality? Why this disparity?
Why I see blood flowing in my valley?
Why I see tears in the eyes of mothers?
Why I see half widows, waiting and searching?
But, no one answers me
Are these the forgotten questions?
Or are we in the acceptance for it to be?
Where is voice of counciousness?
Where is passion for justice?
Where is the revolution in us?
Where is the revolt against tyranny?
Where is the dream of peace?
Answer me!
If you can’t
You have left humanity



Dawn of Peaceful Kashmir

I want to embrace the petals of rose with my blood
As the thorns of separation penetrate deep in my firger tips
Tears and tears only! Where could I hide my pain?
You fell before my eyes and I saw you falling
What more can I say? A deep silence has covered me like the winter snow

O, the loved ones of Kashmir!
You left the depths in us when you entered the graves
Who will fill them? Only tears fall and get lost in them
I want to embrace myself with your blood
But you stand so far! Unreachable to me

Left are our ailing heart and crying souls
Left in us is a hope to meet you after this world
Left in us are prayers to heal the wounded gardens
Our Apple orchads are grieved by looking at faces taking care of them
Only graveyard are peaceful where you are resting
As our homes are cages and our streets are battlegrounds
Weapons and weapons only! In this reign of suppression

Deadly silence has overtaken our senses
Pain is ashamed before us to cause more of it
We now stand in a hope for the dawn to come
Dawn of peaceful Kashmir



A HOPE… #Kashmir

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

they can kill me
but not my hope

CHARITY

“And the likeness of those who spend their wealth seeking Allah’s Pleasure while they in their own selves are sure and certain that Allah will reward them (for their spending in His Cause), is the likeness of a garden on a height, heavy rain falls on it and it doubles its yield of harvest. And if it does not receive heavy rain, light rain suffices it. And Allah is All-seer (knows well) of what you do.” Quran 2:265

Encourage the doing of charity in your life. It is a beautiful act and a source of satisfaction to one’s heart. There are needy people among our selves who seek help at times and they keep looking to us. We must never turn away someone. There are also those people who will never ask for anything but they are in need, but they are too modest to ask.

“(Charity is) for Furaqa (the poor), who in Allah’s Cause are restricted (from travel), and cannot move about in the land (for trade or work). The one who knows them not, thinks that are rich because of their modesty. You may know them by their mark, they do not beg of people at all. And whatever you spend in good, surely, Allah knows it well.” Quran 2:273