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kia haal hain ?

Umeed hai aap sab log khariat say hain kuon k mai Allah k fazal say bilkul b khariat say nae hun.

Kia ? mje pata hai abu keh rahay hun gay

“iss sheetan ko wahan ja kar b chain nae aa raha, maa ko tang kar raha hai ulti sedhi batain kar k”

Par nae abu ji , sach mai …umer aya tha salman k sath mj say milnay. Pehlay pehal tw dono nay pehchanany say hi inkar kar diya. Kehnay lagay

“bhai ham nay tw 2 ta^ngu wala janwar bheja tha ye 4 ta^ngu wala kisi aur ka hai.”

Asal mai pehlay hi din senior nay order kar dia k jab tak kaha na jae 2 ta^ngu par insan k bachu ki tarha nae chalna. Pehlay pehlay mje laga k mazak kar raha hai par oss ki ankho^n mai khoon dekh kar mje andaza ho gaya k sab meri tarha mazakia nae hotay. Bas phir kia tha, jeetay ji 4 ta^ngu walay janwar ban gaye. 2 tangain tw pehlay hi thien …baki dono arms ko b tangain bana dia. Aur mai abi tak yahi soch raha hun k akhir aesa kuon?

Khair agay ka haal sunain. Senior k kehnay par jab mai sedha khara howa tw tab b salman aur umer na pehchan pae, kehnay lagay

“bhai ham nay tw acha khasa hatta katta, gora chitta, khobro kisam ka jawan bheja tha ….ye chocha kahan say lay ae hoo wo b tawway k rang jesa”

Haye ham hi jantay hain nazak dil nay tw osi waqt totnay ki koshish ki par phir pata chala k kanch ka dil tw sirf kahanio aur dramo mai hota hai asal mai tw dil kuch aur hi hota hai.  Kher qissa mukhtasir,mai nay tang aa kar aur bahir ragra khanay k dar say, bachpan say lay kar aaj tak... jab jab umer ki kutt lagai thi sab yaad karaya aur salman ko wo din jab ham sab nay mill kar ……..kher akhir kar dono nay mje pehchan lia.

Umer aur salman dono bht hairan the k college mai tw mai jesa b tha…ander say kitna masoom nikla hun.  Meri miskin si shakal par dono ko tars bilkul b nae aya bilkul kambakht^on ki pori ki pori batteesi bahir thi.

Kher guzarish ye hai k aglay haftay dono ko phir say bhej dejiye ga kam az kam is tarha chand ghantay sakoon say bethnay ko mil jatay hain wo b chatt k nechay. Aur mje apna aap insaan lagna shru ho jata hai. Warna mai tw bhol hi gaya tha k mai b aik insaan hun aur apna aap kutta kutta lagna shru ho gaya tha. Jitna ghussa agr koi ap ko kutta bolay tw ata hai utna hi jab kuttay say insaan banain tw khushi mehsos hoti hai.

Han aik khush khabri hai. Wo ye k mera naam academy football team k liye chala gaya hai. Aur jald hi practice session shru ho jain gay. Bas meray liye dua karain k mai yahan b khob naam roshan karu. Mera commander b bht khush tha pori squadron k samnay os nay kaha

“Gentlemen try to be like him. He is my horse ”

Pehlay tw mera mu khulay ka khula reh gaya. Kia …ghora ….mje jeetay ji ghora bana dia ab. Kher par ye b bohat khushi ki baat hai. Yahan 2 hi tarha k cadets ki categories hoti hain ….ya tw wo gadhay hotay hain ya ghoray. Aur ghora tw aik azeem janwar hai. Tw mai khush hun k mai ab say aik azeem janwar hun. Aesay lag raha hai k achoot class say Brahman class mai a gaya hun.

Daikhain ab …zindagi ka ye mera pehla khatt hai jo k mai examination hall k bahir baith kar likh raha hun. Aur wo aap logo ko. Kitni tamanna thi meray dil mai k KISI ko khatt likhu, lekin har bar sharafat aray aa gai. Aur ab likh raha hun tw……..

Mai tw wesay ab b khatt na likhta, k ab khatt ka zamana hi kahan hai. Lekin kia karu abi study time chal raha hai aur mje sakht nend a rai hai. Masroof rakhnay ka sab say behtar tareeka ye nazar aya kuon k agr mai sotay howay pakra gaya tw phir say gadhu mai shumar kar dia jao ga.

Han yaad aya…jatay jatay kuch chezain likh raha hun wo bhijwa dijye ga

(things for some reason have not been included in this post.)

Aap sab apna khayal rakhye ga. Waqt kam hai iss liye bas yahin tak.

                                                                Apka chaheeta

                                                                                ALLAH HAFIZ

P.S: Few names and some personnel dialogues have been either removed or changed in order to curtain the personnel life of the writer.

LIGHT A LAMP FOR IT IS THE DARK HOUR.: The DIRTY Writing...!!

LIGHT A LAMP FOR IT IS THE DARK HOUR.: The DIRTY Writing...!!: “ Viewers mai iss waqt Karachi k aik masroof tareen ilaqay mai hun, yahan jis^m faroshi karnay wali khuwateen rehti hain aur hussan ka b...

LIGHT A LAMP FOR IT IS THE DARK HOUR.: YE KESA DAR HAI ?

LIGHT A LAMP FOR IT IS THE DARK HOUR.: YE KESA DAR HAI ?

YE KESA DAR HAI ?

The DIRTY Writing...!!

“Viewers mai iss waqt Karachi k aik masroof tareen ilaqay mai hun, yahan jis^m faroshi karnay wali khuwateen rehti hain aur hussan ka bazaar b yahan khob garam rehta hai. Ham MASLA KIA HAI ki ye special episode aap k liye lay kar ae hain k aap ko batain k aap ki society mai kia kuch hoo raha hai”

“Hahaha, Oe is ko tw yeh kehna chahiye tha k ham MASLA KIA HAI ki ye special episode aap k liye lay kar ae hain takay aap ko pata chalay k zarorat parnay par jana kahan hai.”

Umer, my brother said this narrowing his eyes on the 30 inch televison screen on which Uzma ejaz, a totally unattractive anchor was doing all her best to make her show an attractive one. I was amazed on the topic which was chosen for the show and was shocked at the same time that the Administration of Dawn News can go down to such a pathetic level to sell out their product and catch the viewers. However if this was what Uzma and Dawn News thought, then Yes they were successful.

At least she caught me and Umer.

My middle finger which was on remote control of my DABBA television got stuck on Dawn News. Well do not think over that why the middle finger was operating the remote control, instead why Dawn News and why on hearing such dialogue from Uzma Ejaz.

It was not because it was something new for me, as we all know that since the advent of mankind such deeds are persistent in almost every society, at some places hidden and at the other open to all. I was rather curious that

“How the hell I don’t know the………………………the place”

“Where the mouse have you been living Abdullah”

I wondered.

It was not that I am interested in such kind of places; well you might hardly believe that.

But that’s true.

It’s the fact that it was interesting, in a sense that I had been living in this metropolitan city from last 23 years but I never came across such place.

“You have wasted your entire teenage you stupid man”

Something whispered in my left ear.

“Shut up, don’t listen to his bullshit”, something whispered in my right ear.

And then Uzma again caught my attention;

“acha aap batain ap iss gandi jaga par rehti hain aur ye kaam b karti hain tw aap kesay manage karti hain? Aap ko dar nae lagta k aap ko koi bemari b hoo skti hai? Safe sex k baray mai kuch pata hai apko”

She was talking to one of the leading Prostitute of that area;

“nae ji, ye gandi jaga nae hai, ab tw yahan doctor sahib aa gaye hain aur safe sex k tareekay ham sab ko bataye hain. Ham tw ji pehlay hi clear kar deti hain k Cond*m k begair nae ho ga, jo ho ga Cond*m k sath ho ga, ALLAH ka shukar hai ji apni mehnat karti hain aur safai tw ji adha imaan hai na ji”

“hahaha” Umer blasted out his laughter

My ears got red, and I felt my face getting hot, quickly my middle finger scrolled the remote control and as if I knew that right at the very moment

“Manhos sath chor gaya”

Desperately I jumped out of the sofa like if something had pinched me under, ran towards the T.V and finally switched It OFF. I scanned T.V lounge to see the presence of my mother and sister, on finding none, I felt my heart pumping again which for an instance I thought had quit doing that.

“oe wesay bol kia rai thi ye, kia use kartay hain” I asked my brother

And the T.V lounge roared with our laughter.                    

                                                                                           

P.S: I truly understand that the topic isn’t hilarious instead is quite sensitive one. But such episodes and programs do not bring any change in the society. Like the above episode, it actually educated masses that "where you will find one when needed". I personally believe that media has a strong role especially in our society where people hardly bother to read; they are strongly influenced and controlled by the media. Slowly such elements are being introduced in our society through media, poisoning our social and religious values. BE AWARE. 

LIGHT A LAMP FOR IT IS THE DARK HOUR.: Do you know your religion ?

LIGHT A LAMP FOR IT IS THE DARK HOUR.: Do you know your religion ?: Praise be to Allah Sub’hanahu Wa Ta’ala, the Compassionate, and the Merciful. . "0 Allah, bless Muhammad (Sal’Allahu Alaihi Wa’sallam) an...

Do you know your religion ?

Praise be to Allah Sub’hanahu Wa Ta’ala, the Compassionate, and the Merciful.
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"0 Allah, bless Muhammad (Sal’Allahu Alaihi Wa’sallam) and the members of his household as You blessed the members of Abraham’s household. Grant favors to Muhammad (Sal’Allahu Alaihi Wa’sallam) and the members of his household as You granted favors to the members of the household of Abraham in the world. You are indeed Praiseworthy and Glorious."
[Sahih Al_Muslim, 4-Book of Salah, Chapter 15, Hadith Number: 0803]
Assalam-u-Alaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuhu!


The intention of writing and posting this article here, is to clarify some of the beliefs to which the majority of Muslims adhere. It is intended to refute some of the maliciously incorrect teachings which are being practiced as Islam; these are indeed BID’AAH (Innovations).
Pre-requisites
What is Hadith?
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Hadith is a specific statement of Prophet Muhammad (pbuh).
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Traditions or deeds or conduct (Sunnah) of Prophet Muhammad (pbuh).
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The Hadith and Sunnah are parallel in importance to the Qur’An.
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The Holy Qur’An is God's Words and come first in significance and importance, but to understand Qur’An, assistance of Hadith is mandatory.
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There is not a single authentic Hadith that contradicts any verse of Qur’An.
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Collection and registering of Hadith in distinctive format began in the life of Muhammad (pbuh).
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Chain of Hadith Narration was recorded for authenticity's sake.
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Such an endeavor took a life time of hard work on the part of the Hadith collectors (Muhaddiseen).
Classification Of Hadith
1.
Al’Sahih (Authentic fulfilling all 05 conditions, obligatory to act and follow)
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Al’Hasan (not fulfilling the Sahih criteria, only acceptable with certain set of rules)
3.
Al’Da’eef (presence of blameworthy narrator in the chain of transmitters, not acceptable in religion)
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Al’Mauzoo (void, artificially created under false pretenses, also not acceptable in religion)
Two of these are related to our topic, so we would only explain the following.
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AL’SAHIH
There are five conditions for a Hadith to be classified as Al’Sahih.
a.
At’asalul sanad: that it’s Isnaad (chain of transmitters) is connected. That every one of its narrators heard it directly from his sheikh/teacher, from the beginning of the sanad till the end.
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Al’-Adaalah: that all of its narrators are trustworthy. They are Muslims, of age – they reached sinn ‘Albolough- , sane, they are not sinners and not having bad manners and habits.
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Daabit: that all of its narrators a precise in their memorization- This quality of Hifz comes into two types:
i.
Precision in memory: that every narrator has to memorize it correctly and transmit it as he heard it.
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Precision in his written work: that he correctly writes it down takes care of it and make sure that it is passed on correctly.
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Free from Shuthooth: It’s not Shaath. Shuthooth happens when a reliable narrator narrates something different from what another more reliable narrator –or a group of narrators have narrated.
e. Free from I’llat & hidden defect: It does not contain the I’llat (which affects the authenticity of the hadeeth), while the Isnaad appears to be free from it.
Note: The true religion of Allah Almighty purely based on the Holy revelation of Qur’An and the Sahih (Authentic) Hadith of Muhammad Sal’Allahu Alaihi Wa’sallam. Any of the above mentioned condition; if not being fulfilled the Hadith would not be coming under the classification of Al’Sahih. No other class of Hadith is acceptable, except Hadith Al’Hasan with certain set of rules.
2. AL’DA’EEF
There are many conditions (even one of them if fulfilled) causes the Hadith to be Da’eef, some of them are as under:
a.
Presence of a Da’eef (weak) Raavi (narrator) in the entire chain of transmitters (Isnaad).
Note: Person engaged in any cases not abiding by Qur’An & Sahih Hadith, blameworthy, stigma like sinner, Liar, dishonest, mudallis, feeble, extremely aged, with psychiatric disorder, even phantasmic person who suffers vagary or pre-conception would be a Da’eef narrator, hence causing the Hadith to be Da’eef.
b.
Gharib (referring to the use of rare words in traditions)
c.
Mauquf (when the Isnaad stops at one of the Companions and does not trace the tradition back to the Prophet Sal’Allahu Alaihi Wa’sallam).
A DA’EEF HADITH IS VOID & CANNOT BE FOLLOWED FOR ANY ACT.
And now the following quotes will show the position of the early Scholars of Hadeeth on this issue:
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Imam Ash-Shaafi'ee gathers in his canonical collection (394-403: #1090-1105).
Muhammad Sal’Allahu Alaihi Wa’sallam said:
Whoever ascribes to me that, which I did not say, will surely have to occupy his seat in the fire (of hell) [#1091]
Surely, whoever tells untruths about me, will have a house built for him in the fire (of hell). [#1092]
Whoever tells untruths about me is surely seeking for him a resting place in the fire (of hell). The Messenger of Allah began to say that while he was wiping the ground with his hand. [#1093]
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Imam Muslim states in the introduction to his saheeh, under the chapter heading,
The Da’eef (weak) AhAdiths are to be discarded and only Authentic AhAdiths are to be narrated.
"To proceed, May Allah has mercy upon you. If it were not from the evil practice that we have seen from many who take upon themselves the position of Muhaddith, in their leaving the obligation to discard the weak ahaadeeth and munkar narrations and to suffice with only the authentic ahaadeeth - well known and transmitted from reliable narrators, well known for their truthfulness and trustworthiness. After knowing and admitting with their tongues that
much of what they fling at the ignorant is to be rejected and is transmitted by unsatisfactory narrators whose narrations are censured by the scholars of hadeeth like Maalik, Yahya bin Sa'eed al-Qattaan and others ... And know may Allah have mercy upon you, that what is obligatory upon everyone who is able to distinguish between authentic and weak narrations and between the suspect and reliable narrators, is that he should narrate there from except that known to be authentic and have trustworthy narrators..."
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Abu Bakr ibn al-Arabi said, while commenting on the hadeeth,
"The halaal is clear and the haraam is clear", "... What I have [as the reason] regarding that, and Allah knows best, is that which we have transmitted from Ahmad ibn Hanbal that he permits weak ahaadeeth regarding al-wara` (abstaining from doubtful matters). May Allah be pleased with al-Bukhaaree who did not see for the heart to hold to, nor for the religion to be connected through-is nothing except the authentic [ahaadeeth], and that our position. If we were to incline to the position of Ahmad; then holding to Da’eef ahaadeeth cannot be [accepted] except in lessons/admonishment which soften the heart, but as for the basis (usul) there is no way to [accept] that."
[Aridat al-Ahwadhee Sharh Sunan at-Tirmidhee (5/201), quoted from Abu Ghuddas introduction to al-Muhasibi's 'Risalah al-Mustarshideen' (pp58) where he states that he has abridged the quote from ibn al-Arabi.]
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Imam Ibn Taymiyyah says, "... And it is not permissible to rely in the Sharee'ah upon Da’eef Ahadith which are not Sahih.”
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Ibn Hazm says in 'al-Milal', "... And it is not permissible with us that we say as these Ahadith say (i.e. those Da’eef (weak) and fabricated narrations), or to trust in them, or to take anything from them."
Especially in this day and age, when so many innovations and misunderstandings about Religion are present, many of them having their roots in these Da’eef ahaadeeth, it becomes even more essential to narrate only authentic ahaadeeth as part of the process of purifying the understanding of the Religion.
So, we concluded that: IT IS NOT PERMISSIBLE TO ACT IN ACCORDANCE OF A DA’EEF HADITH.
What is an Innovation (Bid’aah)?
The Sharee’ah definition of Bid’aah is: “A newly invented way (in beliefs and actions) in the religion, in imitation of the Sharee’ah, by which nearness to Allaah is sought, not being supported by any authentic proof, neither in it’s foundations nor in the manner in which it is performed.”
[Al-I’tisaam 1/231 of ash-Shaatibee]
A Bid’aah (innovations) are the acts that have been newly-invented into the religion, neither did Allah’s Messenger Sal’Allahu Alayhi Wa’sallam, nor the Rightly-Guided Khalifahs (Successors), nor the Companions, may Allaah be please with them all, nor any of their followers from the first three excellent generations, observed these practices - and they were the most knowledgeable of people concerning the Sunnah (the Prophetic guidance), and had the greatest love for Allah’s Messenger Sal’Allahu 'Alayhi Wa’sallam and were the foremost in following his Sharee'ah (Prescribed Laws).
Evidential AhAdiths
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Prophet Muhammad (Sal’Allahu Alayhi Wa’sallam) said: “I warn you of the newly invented matters (in the religion), and every newly invented matter is an innovation, and every innovation is misguidance, and every misguidance is in the Hellfire”
[Sunan NisA’ee, Volume-1, Book pertaining to Eidain, Hadith n0: 1581]
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He (Sal’Allahu alahi wa-sallam) used to declare at the beginning of his lectures, “….and the best speech is the Speech of Allah, and the best guidance is the guidance of Muhammad (Sal’Allahu alahi wa-sallam), and the worst of all affairs is Bid’aah (the newly invented matters in the religion)”
[Sahih Al-Muslim, volume-2, Hadith n0: 1885]
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And he (Sal’Allahu alahi wa-sallam) also commanded us, to reject everything, which has no basis in the religion saying: “Whosoever does an action, which we have not commanded then it must be rejected.”
[Saheeh Muslim]
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“Whosoever introduces into this religion of ours that which is not a part of it then it must be rejected”
[Musnad Ahmad]
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"I urge you to follow my Sunnah and the way of the rightly-guided Khalifahs after me; adhere to it and cling to it firmly. Beware of newly-invented things, for every newly-invented thing is an innovation (Bid’aah) and every innovation is a going-astray."
[Narrated by Ahmad, 4/126; at-Tirmidhî no. 2676].
So regarding specifically fasting during the 15th of Sha’baan or any other month, if there is no (authentic) proof established on the authority of the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) or from the Qur’An to indicate the legality of fasting on that particular day — It shall be rejected by Allah SWT.
ANALYSIS
Singling out 15th of Sha’baan to fast or to do acts of worship on that night – Is it from the Sunnah???
Shedding light on the question “whether it is allowed to specify the 15th of Sha’baan with some acts of worship or not”:
There is nothing firm nor reliable established on the authority of the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him), that he did or recommend extra worship during the night of the 15th of Sha’baan. So, the night of the 15th of Sha’baan is like any other night in the month of Sha’ban.
When specifying a time for any act of worship requires an authentic proof (from Qur’An or authentic Hadith), because if there is no authentic proof then the act is regarded as an innovation and all innovations are misguidance, and all misguidance will be in the hellfire. So the one who does single out the 15th night of Sha’baan and does particular acts of worship with the intention that this is a special night with much reward/etc, i.e. reciting certain parts of the Qur’An or making (particular) supplications has committed an innovation as this has no basis for this in Sharee’ah; but if one does so seeking the pleasure of Allah SWT and it just happens to fall on that night then Allah knows what your intention
was. One should strive to worship Allah all year round; and not specify days to worship Him that have not been established in the Sharee’ah, but rather stick to those days that have evidence to back them up.
Anyway, Let us prove it and now carry out an analysis in order to validate authentication of the ground on the basis of which fasting and special worships are being practiced by the majority, who is indeed unaware of this Bid’aah.
Narrated: Abi Moosa Al-Ash’ari that, the Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said:
“Allah looks down on the night of the fifteenth of Sha’baan and forgives all his creation except a mushrik or one who harbours hatred against the Muslims.”
[Sunan Ibn Maajah, Book of Prayer, Chapter concerning the virtue of the night of the fifteenth of Sha’baan, Hadith number: 1390]
Chain of Transmitters(Isnaad) of this Hadith
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Rashid Bin Sa’eed Bin Rashid Ramali.
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Al-Waleed Ibn’Muslim.
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Abd-Allaah Ibn’ Lahee’ah
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Dahhaq Bin Aiman.
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Dahhaq Bin Abd-Arrahman Bin Arzab.
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Abi Moosa Al-Ash’ari.
In Al-Zawaa’id it says: Its Isnaad (chain of narrators) is da’eef, because Abd-Allaah ibn Lahee’ah is da’eef (weak) and Al-Waleed Ibn Muslim is mudallis.
There is also some idtiraab (weakness) in the Hadith, as stated by Imam Al’Daaraqutni in Al-‘Ilal, 6/50, 51. He said: This Hadith is not proven.
It was narrated from Mu’aadh ibn Jabal, ‘Aa’ishah, Abu Hurayrah, Abu Tha’labah al-Khushani and others, but the Isnaad are not free of some weakness, and some of them are very weak.
Ibn Rajab al-Hanbali said: Concerning the virtue of the night of the fifteenth of Sha’baan there are numerous Ahadith, concerning which the scholars differed, but most of them classed them as Da’eef.
[Lataa’if al-Ma’aazif, 261]
Allah’s descending to the first heaven does not only happen on the night of the fifteenth of Sha’baan, rather it is proven in al-Saheehayn and elsewhere that Allah descends to the first heaven every night, in the last third of the night. The night of the fifteenth of Sha’baan is included in this general meaning.
Hence, when ‘Abd-Allaah ibn al-Mubaarak was asked about the descent of Allaah on the night of the fifteenth of Sha’baan, he said to the one who asked him: O weak one! The night of the fifteenth?! He descends every night!
[Narrated by Abu ‘Uthmaan Al-Saabooni in I’tiqaad Ahl Al-Sunnah, no. 92]
Al-‘Aqeeli (may Allaah have mercy on him) said: With regard to Allah’s descending on the night of the fifteenth of Sha’baan there are Ahadith which are weak, but the reports that He descends every night are proven and Sahih, so the night of the fifteenth of Sha’baan is included in that, in sha Allaah.
[Al-Du’afa, 3/29]
Hence, the ground of this act is found to be Da’eef, and in this regard it’s mentioned in Sahih Al-BuKhAri, Book-3, Knowledge, 106-110 that, Muhammad Sal’Allahu Alaihi Wa’sallam said:
“Whoever ascribes to me that, which I did not say, will surely have to dwell in the fire (of hell)”
so we cannot abide by it, otherwise it will lead us to innovation, astray, disobedience to Allah and His Messenger Sal’Allahu Alaihi Wa’sallam, and subsequently to the Hell fire, because it’s mentioned in Sunan Ibn’MAAJA, Volume-1, Book of Sunnah, Chapter-1, Hadith n0: 046, and in Sunan NisA’ee, Volume-1, Book pertaining to Eidain, Hadith n0: 1581 and in Sahih Al-Muslim, volume-2, Hadith n0: 1885 that Muhammad Sal’Allahu Alaihi Wa’sallam said:
“And the best speech is the Speech of Allah, and the best guidance is the guidance of Muhammad (Sal’Allahu Alaihi Wa’sallam), and the worst of all affairs is Bid’aah (the newly invented matters in the religion), and every Bid’aah (innovation) is misguidance, and every misguidance will lead to the Hellfire.”
Moreover it is mentioned in Sunan Ibn’MAAJA, Volume-1, Book of Sunnah, Chapter-1, Hadith n0: 049 that Muhammad Sal’Allahu Alaihi Wa’sallam said:
“Allah Sub’hanahu Wa Ta’ala does not accept the Fast, Prayer, Zakat (charity), Pilgrimage, Umrah, Jihad (struggle), Obligatory acts
(Farz), Supererogation (Nifil) [for it be any righteous deed] of a person who practices innovations, he exiles from Islam as a hair is separated from the flour.
And Allah Sub’hanahu Wa Ta’ala says, in the glorious Qur’An:
"So let those who oppose his (Muhammad's Sal’Allahu 'Alaihi Wa’sallam) commands beware that they will be afflicted with a trial or a painful punishment."[Chapter 24, Al-Noor, verse no: 63]
"Say (O Muhammad to mankind): 'If you (really) loves Allah, then follow me (i.e. accept Islamic Monotheism, follow the Qur’An and the Sunnah), Allah will love you and forgive you your sins'."[Chapter 3, Al' Imran, verse 31]
"Follow what has been sent down unto you from your Lord (the Qur’An and Prophet Muhammad's Sunnah)[Chapter 7, Al-A'raf, verse no: 3]
"And verily, this is My straight path, so follow it, and follow not (other) paths, for they will separate you away from His path."[Chapter 6, Al-An’AAm verse 53]
THE EXCEPTION — For the one who regularly does acts of worship
If someone regularly observes acts of worship e.g. during the nights OR regularly fasts in the middle of the month/etc, then they may prayer on this night without assuming anything special (i.e. because of it being the night of the 15th of Sha’baan), and continue his worship as he usually does. May ALLAH SWT reward them and increase them in goodness, Ameen!
CONCLUSION
1. To conclude, it can clearly be analyzed that the 15th of Sha’baan is just like any other day in the month of Sha’ban, as there is no authentic Hadith which calls upon Muslims to perform special prayers, fasting, dhikr or particular worship on that day.
2. However, we cannot stop people from performing nawafil at any time; for nawafil are simply optional prayers; except for those times when prayers are forbidden.
3. But these nawafil must not be done only on a specific day with the intentions claiming it will bring certain blessings (that the Sharee’ah has not authorized), this is when it becomes innovation and Allah hates innovation! (aou’thubillah), we must realize when one innovates they are saying Allah SWT did not complete this religion for us, when He SWT has told us He has in the Qur’An. When we specify a certain time, place, quantity or method of worship – we must be able to bring forth the evidence. If no evidence can be found, and if after consulting the people of knowledge they verify this act has no basis from the Sharee’ah and one continues with the act, then they have committed this serious grave sin and must repent immediately.
May Allah accept our repentance, for Allah surely is The One who forgives all sins no matter how big or small.
“This day have I perfected your religion for you, completed my favor upon you, and have chosen for you Islam as your religion”
[Chapter-5, Al-Maeda, verse n0:3]
5.
Those who wish to spend this night in Ibadah (worship), please do so and to do so in other nights – inshAllah they will get rewards for such deeds. But one should not to single out this day, as this particular night is not a special night that warrants people staying up all night.
May Allah protect us from falling into that which causes Him displeasure, Ameen!
POINTS TO REMEMBER
1) There is no specific prescribed Salah reserved for this night. 2) There is no specific form of Ibadah prescribed for this night. 3) It was the noble habit of Rasoolullah Sal’Allahu Alaihi Wa’sallam to engage in Ibadah during the last portion of every night. Ibadah was not restricted to the 15th of Sha’baan or any other specific night. Ayesha Radhiyallahu Unha reports that Rasoolullah Sal’Allahu Alaihi Wa’sallam used to go to bed during the first portion of the night and he would stay awake the last portion of the night (spending it in Ibadah). (BuKhAri and Muslim)
4) Allah Ta'ala descends to the nearest heaven during the last third of every night. (BuKhAri p. 153) This is not restricted to the 15th night of Sha'ban. 5) Visiting the graveyard is not a special characteristic of this night; it is proven from other authentic narrations that Rasoolullah Sal’Allahu Alaihi Wa’sallam would visit the graveyard during the last portion of many nights. 6) It is the consensus (Ijma) of all jurists that it is better for an individual to perform optional prayers in ones own home. 7) It was the practice of Rasoolullah Sal’Allahu Alaihi Wa’sallam and the Sahaabah Radhiyallahu Unhum to engage in Nifil/optional prayers in their own homes through out the month. One can conclude from this that the customs and traditions prevalent today where people assemble on nights such as these have no base in the Qur’An or Sunnah. 8) Fasting on the 15th of Sha'ban is not proven from any Sahih Hadith 9) It is a misconception that the fast of the 15th of Sha'ban is Sunnah. There is only one Hadith regarding fasting on this day but it is extremely weak, as one of its narrators, Ibn Abi Sabirah is extremely weak, has been accused of fabricating Ahadith too. (Mizaan al-I'tidaal, p. 503, v. 4) NO ACTION CAN BE PROVEN Sunnah ON THE BASIS OF SUCH A WEAK HADITH. 10) Fasting in the month of Sha'ban without the specification of any day is proven from Rasoolullah Sal’Allahu Alaihi Wa’sallam. Infact, he used to fast excessively during this month. 11) Fasting on the Ayyam-e-Beedh (13th, 14th and 15th of every lunar month) is proven from the Ahadith. 12) The BLESSED NIGHT, mentioned in Surah Dukhan of the Qur’An, according to the Majority (Jumhoor) is the night of Qadr, and not the 15th night of Sha'baan. 13) The name Laylatul Bara'at was introduced after a few centuries. Earlier Hadith books would mention Ahadith regarding this night under the heading Laylat al-Nisf min Sha'ban (Chapter on the night of the 15th of Sha'ban) 14) The custom of cooking a specific food for the 15th night of Sha'ban has no basis in the Qur’An or Sunnah. Nor does the lighting of lamps or having lighting outside the Masaajid as practised by some people. REMEMBER...... 1) Value this night. Turn to Allah in Ibadah (in your own homes). Seek forgiveness for the sins you may have committed.
2) There is no specific form of Ibadah prescribed by Sharee’ah for this night. 3) Don’t engage in any form of Bid’aah 4) Don’t restrict the visiting of the graveyard or any form of Isaale Thawaab to the 15th night. 5) Fast as much as you can in the month of Sha'ban. However, if one fears this may make him weak by the time Ramadhan comes then he should not keep in the second half of Sha'ban. 6) Don’t fast specifically on the 15th of Sha'ban as this would give the impression that you consider it Sunnah. 7) Nifil Ibadah is best performed individually at home. Avoid large gatherings. 8) Success lies in obeying the commands of Allah and adhering to the teachings of our Prophet, Muhammad Sallallahu Alaihi Wa’sallam.


Written And Compiled by:
MUHAMMAD JUNAID RAO
LIEUTENANT PAK NAVY

GADHA KON ?

Sir oth jain , 6:30 bj rahay hain …

Hmm acha thek hai, 5 min k bd ana

Sir ..sir…oth jain 6:35 ho rahay hain….

Hmm acha thek hai 10 min k baad ana …

Ye mera roz ka mamool hai. Abi subah ki azan k liye moulvi bistar say nikalta nae hai k meray damage k kisi konay mai aik ajib sa khof taari hoo jata hai. Dil ki darkhan ahista ahista tez ho jati hai, mathay par shikan par jatay hain aur naak thori oper ko charh jati hai, Zehan k kisi konay say koi awaz day raha hota hai ….

“abi aya abi aya ..”

Aur phir wo a jata hai

“Sir oth jain , 6:30 ho rahay hain”

Apnay buddy ki ye awaz mje boht na-guwar guzarti hai. Yun mehsos hota hai k dore kisi gao ki hari bhari faslo^n k beach mai aur chandi laitay taray gin rahay hun aur achanak khareb ki jhari say awaz ae

“dhee^nchu ……dheeen^nchu”

Aur phir chandi mu bana kar ye keh kar chali jati hai

“akhir ye ghada roz yahan kuon a jata hai”

Aaj subah b yahi howa…abi mai chandi k hath b thek say thaam nae paya tha k awaz ai

“Sir oth jain,6:30 ho rahay hain”

“hunh gadha” chandi ki awaz ai

Maine ankhain kholay begair ye keh kar soti chali di

“hmmm acha thek hai, 5 min baad ana”

Wo bechara pata nae kitni bar aya aur mai har bar soti say osay haa^nk deta aur 5 min baad ana ka hukam sadir kar deta

Bila akhir 7 bj gaye… aur phir goya aik dam mai fast track mai aa gaya …bhagam bhag shave, brush, dress change, jotay ….aur akhir mai baray aram aur nafasat say baal banae.

Abi office ki 1970 k zamany ki kursi par thek tarha say baitha b nae tha k boss ki awaz ai

“Abdullah hurry up, see me in my office”

“yes sir, just coming ”

Office mai dakhil hotay hi zannatay dar salute mara, abi hath gira nae tha k boss ki awazz ai

“can u come after 5 min, am on a call with the commandant”

“yes sir, no problem”

“hunh, gadha”

“Sir ap nay mj say kuch kaha”

“nae nae..just see me after 5 min ”

Aur dil hi dil mai boss ki pori nasal par darood bhejta howa wapis apni kursi par a gaya

Aur 5 min baad phir wohi boss ki sooti …aur main !!

Allah Allah kar k sham k 4 bje gadhay aur sooti ka ye khel khatam howa. Apni pori school life mai, chutti ki ghanti bajnay par mai kabbi nae bhaga tha aur ye kasar mai ab bari dil joi say pori kar raha tha. Parking tak ka rasta takreeban bhagtay howay tay kia, andar hi andar dil ko ye samjhata raha

“peechay mur kar mat dekhna warna gadhay ban jao gay”

Unit k gate say nikaltay hi dil ko kuch sakoon howa. Aur ghar kareeb atay hi  dil ki dharkan phir say normal ho gai. main road say service lane par gari pori tarha say muri nae thi k samnay ka manzir dekh kar mera dil kuch baith say gaya.

Bijli k khambay k sath aik masoom aur lachar say gadha bandha, intehai be-chargi say mera mu dekh rha tha.

“bechara pora din malik k agay agay hota hai, thora say halka howa nae aur kamar par ye sooti pari, aur gadha phir say tagram tagram…tagram tagram..”

Maine kuch der oski ankhu mai dekha tu yu^n mehsos howa jesay wo mj say kuch keh raha hoo…

Oski ankhu^n mai mje apnay liye ajib hamdardi mehsos howi ….aur iss hamdardi ke pechay do lafz

“bechara gadha…”

Laa hao laa …mai ghussay say lal peela hoo gaya …

Aik kehar aalood nazar oss GADHAY par dali aur ye bol kar agay bhar gaya

“chal hatt tu gadha”

NOTE:  The article revolves around the life of a common man, reflects what a busy life of today is like, we all are running, our preset goals are like SOOTI”s , the moment we slow down , the fear of losing strikes our back and there we are again ….tagram tagram …! Understand the real purpose of life, cherish it , enjoy every moment of it, for  there is no second life.

LIGHT A LAMP FOR IT IS THE DARK HOUR.: ELMA...!!

LIGHT A LAMP FOR IT IS THE DARK HOUR.: ELMA...!!: “Excuse me how much for one ticket?” “Sir, 20 liras” “I don’t have liras, can you take dollars instead?” “Sorry sir but we only cha...

ELMA...!!

“Excuse me how much for one ticket?”

“Sir, 20 liras”

“I don’t have liras, can you take dollars instead?”

“Sorry sir but we only charge in Turkish currency”

The girl at the counter said that with a smile, she was cute and unsurprisingly pretty because of which I was not ready to move away from the counter until the old,black, ugly lady at my back said:

“MR. if are done with her then please step aside my kids are waiting for me and I want to get tickets for them plus I have lira’s”

I felt like putting my black Sputnik 9 number shoes straight in her mouth, but then thought I don’t have another pair.

“huh lucky you” I whispered and left the counter and the charming girl behind it. With a heavy heart I was slowly and unwillingly walking away, it was not that my heart fell for that girl sitting behind that counter, yes the one with mesmerizing smile, for when I looked back and hoped that she would be looking at my way for one last bye, she wasn’t , instead she was now exchanging the similar looks with another guy, he was tall, slim and more then that, had white skin.

“huh, what a flirt she is, totally professional”

On the other hand I was rather frustrated and somehow upset because the great Topkappi palace was right in front of me. I was at the counter, the entrance was few steps ahead but what a crap, I was out of Lira’s and now I would have to go all the way back, find an exchange shop and then come back again.

“Am not going to do that kind of labor”

My nature doesn’t allow me much to get help from people of my gender. Over some past years I configured that women are more polite and helpful towards men and men show the same towards women. However when it comes to the same gender bonding, the similar ions oppose each other. Under same theory of mine I stopped her. She looked very young; her height was just average, black short hairs over her white skin were making her fall into the category of beauty, blue tight jeans with white shirt and brown leather jacket was enough to attract any man towards her, so it was not my fault that ignoring every other soul around me I went to her and bumped right in front of her.

“Amm… Hi…. Am Abdullah”

“hi, ..am Elma” she brought her right hand forward

“ I guess she wants to shake hand’.

“No, don’t”, I told myself, but then the very next second I came to know that my hand was not under my command and was already building up bilateral relations. I looked at my hand which was now happily in touch with Elma’s hand waving signs which said:

“Stupid you won’t getting such chances everyday”

“So, you are here for …..” her incomplete sentence brought me back to Topkappi palace

“oooh yeah well can you just tell me where is the nearest exchange office, I need to get a ticket for the entrance into the palace but I don’t have lira’s and the girl at the counter says that she can’t accept dollars”

“well I don’t think so that there is any exchange near by, you need to get down to Sultan Ahmet Market, which is about six kilometers from this place ”

“ohh allright then I guess I should go back and come tomorrow, well thanks a lot ”

I was about to turn and walk away but her voice iced my feet right there.

“If you don’t mind, I can buy a ticket for you, we can go in together and then you can pay me back by buying me a cup of coffee after that from Sultan Ahmed”

How I could have rejected such an offer. It was like night meal of pizza hut, buy one and get one free.

“I will surely not mind that” I said that with the biggest smile I could ever give, though my mind was telling me that hide your teeth man, you forgot to brush them in the morning.

“So where are you from?”

We both were walking slowly towards the main entrance of the palace, she was on my left, and for some reason I felt that my chest got extra broadened, shoulders tight and straight and feet on ground being kept so as to depict a strange brisk walk. With out looking at her I answered.

“PAKISTAN”

“Wow PAKISTAN, the Green Land right? You guys are all over the media and cover pages, and I have read so much about your country. You know despite of in what crises you are, in between the power politics, you guys are doing a great deal , and as a Muslim if u ask me, am so proud of your country, you guys are may be our last hope, Islam here is loosing its grips, but we all are looking towards people of green land…………..”

She continued her speech for the entire time, though we discussed many other things but through out that evening, her words were echoing in my ears….

“YOU GUYS ARE MAY BE OUR LAST HOPE, WE ALL ARE LOOKING TOWARDS THE PEOPLE Of GREEN LAND” 

people of Pakistan..a mere herd of sheeps.. by SALMAN MANZUR

It was 6 in the evening, after a "HARD" working day mani was snoozing in his bed with the comforter on, suddenly the bed started vibrating..it actually didnt matter as he was jus feeling lyk a fly hovering over his ears..sound of ringtone pinching he rolled over with his eyes closed and started searching for the cell phone with his hands, partially opening his eyes he looked at his cell's screen its was written "Danger Call" well this is the name by which his home's ptcl no is saved in the contact list..finally he picked the call and it was mani's mother on the other side..ASSALAM U ALAIKUM mom he said..and started talking..mani noted a fear in his mother's voice he asked about it and she said just wanted to tell u that dont go outside to markets in Karachi, situation is getting very worst, so many people have been killed..he kept on listening and was getting a image lyk Karachi is no more a city rather it has become a blood bathed land...talks went on and he recieved a list of do's nd dont's as always, Mani kept on replying theek hai mom..ok mom..jii mummy...after hanging up the phone he again got inside his comforter..

After 10mins of rolling and turning mani was finally up...looking on his rite side for his room mate..it is then mani realized that khano has already left..mani smiled on his self and ordered a cup of tea..switching on the tv he had a round of all news channels..samma..click..duniya..click...express..click..geo..and then he realized why his mother was so worried..its the media, even mani thought for a second that karachi is really bleeding,although it is but the picture that our not so worthy and free media paints is actually very differnt..media makes the people believe that all that is happening in Pakistan is killings,kidnappings,harrasments,bombings etc...which society is free of these evils?? mani went into his thoughts and after a min he realized that there is actually no such society.Media is promoted by the people who are wacthing and apreciating it and in our part of world people believe what media says as it is with out using there own head, that is we are deviating from being a developing country to a country that is at the brink of destruction. Our people have no opinion of there own and they adopt whatever the media says, Pakistani media is fifth columnist which is motive dictated and has nothing to do with national interest this is why we dont see anything positive in it, either it is derived by political power or by money, both of these factors go against our national intersts. Pakistanis act like a herd of sheep following the stick, it goes left and they go with it with out using there own mind, how can they even use their own intellect because for doing it they need to have an opinion of there own which cant been seen in any forum and those who have it keep it within them, thinking they will use it after going 6ft inside the ground.As a nation our motto should be Pakistan first, but unfortunately for our politicians its always there party first and same goes for the media they have their motives and channel's interst first. Both these factors strongly contribute towards the nation building but their only concern is money building, no one here says Pakistan first. People talk in the same language, they are either behind there political party or media, then who is standing up for Pakistan? well there is no one. It is  time to wake up before its too late for our beloved Pakistan, stop acting like puppets of media or politicians saying yes on every word they say protecting only the interest of there parties and channels, we need to stand up as a nation and say no to personal interests...get under one flag and have only one motto "PAKISTAN FIRST". Mani was getting deep and emotional into his thoughts suddenly the door knocked and with the knock he was back to his room, it was tea on his door waiting for his permission to come in, ajaoo he said and his buddy came inside served him the tea as mani was taking his tea abby came into his room saying "oye tu abhi tak bed pay hi hai chal uth bahir baarish ho rahi hai ghomany chalty hain" . Mani jumped off his bed, washed his face, changed his dress and they went outside to the same city which was painted as a graveyard by our media, roads were jam packed, car over car, motorcycle over motorcycle and so on...mani said to abby " halat daikh yaar apnay media nay porri duniya main yeh image dia hua jaisay karachi main civil war chal rahi hai" both of them smiled and went on with there plans... 

• P.S : I have used the word people throughout my writing because Pakistan is a land waiting for a nation..presently there are only people living in it from differnt provinces..May ALLAH give us the strenght to stand as a nation (AMEEN)

MURGHA AUR MULLA !!

Kahani zara purani hai, koi 3 ya 4 saal nae, bilkay thori zyada purani. Jab mai chota tha, ye nae k ab mera shumar bari umer k logo mai hota hai, abi b ham chotay hi hain aur rang barang ki PARYU^n aur TITT^LIUn mai khelna abi b hamai bohat pasand hai, par oss waqt ..

ham zara zyada chotay the.

 Aur itnay masoom k TITT-liu say ulfat ka hamain pata nae tha, jab kahin koi dikhi mu mor lia. Ab sochtay hain

Haye zalim kuon kia, na oss waqt TITTliun ko yun masalltay na ab hamara bagh ujra hota. Han tw kahani hai Jhelum ki. Subah k 4 bje, nanna abby khullay aasmaan k nechay, apnay nano abu k ghar ki chatt par, aik palang par para soo raha tha. Raat najanay kab taray gintay gintay osay nend aa gai. Taray – jo oss k liye baray dil-chasp the. Karachi jesay shehar jahan  awal tw khula asmaan dekhna naseeb kam hi hota hai, aur agr hoo jae tw taray nahi dikhtay, oss k liye ye aik dil-chasp khel hi tha. Sehar ka waqt ho chuka tha aur dore ufaq par halki halki safaidi andhera mai apni jaga bana rahi thi.

Nanna abby khuwabo mai TITTliun ko kuchalnay mai masroof tha k achanak awaz ai …..

KUKKROO KAROOn ….

KUKKROO KAROOn …….

Wo harbra kar oth gaya, chatt say nechay sehan mai jhank kar dekha to baba ji k murghiun k kandhan k becho beach, aik murgha apnay seena tanay, gala phar phar kar chilla raha tha

KUKKROO KAROOn ….

KUKKROO KAROOn….

Koi 6 murghiun k beach mai aik murgha seena tanay baray fakhar say subah ki Azan day raha tha, aur  ass pas ki murghian ASHK bhari nighahoo^n say osay dekh rahi thien.

“kia khush qismat murgha hai, kam bakht ko aik sath 6 murghia mili hain, ab show mar raha hai”

Wo ye soch hi raha tha k babi ji andarooni kamray say bahir nikal ae.

“Abdullah betay oth gaye, a jao shabash fajar ka waqt hoo gaya hai. Chalo ao ham tmhain masjid lay kar chaltay hain”.

“Baba g laikin aapko kesay pata k fajar ka waqt hoo gaya hai, abi azaan tw nae howi.”

“Beta yahan say masjid thori dore hai aur wahan bijli ka masla hai, laikin murgha bilkul waqt par Azan deta hai aur ham isse say othtay hain”

Wo apnay nana abu k sath ghar say bahir masjid ki janib chal para. Wo hairan tha k kesay bhala aik murghay ki Azan par sab log jag gaye the. Bahir chehal pehal shru hoo chuki thi, jo log Masjid mai janay say qasir the wo apnay kamo ki taraf ja rahay the, zindagi wahan jag othi thi, AIK MURGHAY KI AZAN say.

KUKKROO KAROOn say ……

Aj 13 saal k bd mai aksar yaad karta hun k kuch tw waja hai, k hamaray yahan MULLA loudspeakers par rozanay fajr par Azan detay hain, par najanay kuon phir b Awaz nae ati, aur ati hai tw wo taseer nae hoti  bistar say nikal kar Masjid ki janib qadam bhar jain.

Akhir koi tw waja hai. Naam nehaad MULLA jin ki waja say hamain Deen-e-Islam mai mukammal tor par dakhil ho jana chahiye, ham inhain dekh kar otna hi dore bhagtay hain. Lambi lambi dharian, dil^o mai Quran ki ayaat hifz kiye, hath mai tasbeeh pakray jab ye masjid say bahir nikaltay hain tw kuon ham inn par rashk nae kartay. Jhoot , dhooka, faraib, nafrat ki barzargi, firqa wariat aur na janay kia kia phila kar inn logo nay hamaray dil^o say Sunnat pori karnay ki Arzo hi khattam kar di hai.

Jinhain hamaray liye mashl-e-rah hona chahiye wohi diye bhujha rahay hain tw phr kesay abby ko MULLa ki Azaan par jag ae.

Jabhi  osay ye mehsoos hota hai k

MULLA KI AZAAN AUR MURGHAY KI AUR ..........

LIGHT A LAMP FOR IT IS THE DARK HOUR.: PEACE, IS IT A REAL SOLUTION TO OUR MISERIES?

LIGHT A LAMP FOR IT IS THE DARK HOUR.: PEACE, IS IT A REAL SOLUTION TO OUR MISERIES?: Peace, is it a real solution ?? I never intended scrabbling the nib of my pen on my note pad, transforming ink into words which were to pro...

PEACE, IS IT A REAL SOLUTION TO OUR MISERIES?

Peace, is it a real solution ??

I never intended scrabbling the nib of my pen on my note pad, transforming ink into words which were to projectile into a writing which to some might meant nothing but a path which leads to such dark holes where one might not find any ray of hope and joy. But my fury rose to such level of cataclysm that I had no other option but to be a subservient of my thoughts. I came back home after a long time for a short period of time and found fire and smoke rolling in eyes of every common man around me. I was restless, for that my entire subordination of will, desires and life for my land is doing nothing fruitful. Worried and stressed, for every drop of innocent blood which drops on this land, I tuned in t.v and thought of having currency of the situation. Scrolling down through the channels I got my attention caught by the news caster of Geo news. The news being shown was of salman khan’s new movie Body guard. It was a kind of promo of his movie, such promos which have been a part of our media’s new strategy under the so called campaign of “Aman ki Asha”.

Apart from what harm this campaign is bringing about in our societal values and youth, as that is not the scope of this discussion neither I want to sound a pessimist, rather my concern is just about this so much uttered and discussed word from almost half of a decade, PEACE.

To find an answer I went to the very beginning of the advent of mankind into this world. Since the creation of man in heavens and refusal of Satan to bow and accept Hazrat Adam A.I as a superior, the good and evil got their birth and thus the war began……between forces of evil and good will. Since the very first day till to date their never had been a complete peace, man has always been fighting around the globe, drove by the same forces of good and evil and we all know that the stronger of these survived and the weaker, victimized. Human beings always had two wings, both opposing each other and thus the fight continue and it will continue till the expiry of this world. There only can be one condition in which there can be an eternal peace, the supremacy of one of the wing over the other in such a way that the victim could never raise or think of opposing the vanquisher. You have to decide your place in one of the wing…good or evil, so what are you going to do, either you will join the stronger of them be it any for your survival or you will join the good ones and strive to make it superior.

The world has entered into a new era where the fight after going throw many forms has transformed into many faces, Power politics, media warfare, economic monopoly, intelligence games and the cry for bringing about the peace. We see that the nation so called the world super power is out all large on the mission of bringing about the peace but has caused more killings and sufferings than ever, victimizing only the weaker nations. It is just like being in a fool’s paradise and dreaming about peace which can never be until you make yourself strong enough to defend. The call for peace is just like doses of chloroform, drugging deep into our veins, pampering us to take and nap till a time when the enemy will be on our heads, banging our doors and their we will we…..watching SALMAN’S KHAN, BODY GUARD.

Do you remember, there was once upon a time KASHMIR banay ga PAKISTAN. Where have those slogans gone…that cry and promises of unity gone? Died under the songs of BODY GUARD. It’s been a long time since ANGAAR WADI was last telecasted as now its time for watching BODY GUARD in a 3-D cinema with you girl friend. Every day your Muslim mothers, brothers and sisters are being slaughtered and hammered and where are you? Busy in updating your status. And yes am sure that you are so busy that after reading first 3- 4 lines of this writing you will close the browser down, as it’s not amusing or thrilling. But I can’t let this go for some one has to shout for all those who are suffering, some one has to resist. I decide to join the good wing, what is your decision?

LIGHT A LAMP FOR IT IS THE DARK HOUR.: A SON’S NOTE:

LIGHT A LAMP FOR IT IS THE DARK HOUR.: A SON’S NOTE:: Finally he was back in his room after a tiring briefing with the executives of his company, he was highly admired for his research and prese...

A SON’S NOTE:

Finally he was back in his room after a tiring briefing with the executives of his company, he was highly admired for his research and presentation on the task assigned. He entered his room with a smile on his face, which he had from last half an hour. He was happy and contented for that all the hard work he placed in got rewarded and finally he was to board for Kuwait, the very next morning. Placing his lenevo note book on his bed, he didn’t bother to change or even to take his shoes off and threw himself in air. The suspension was short and in a second he was laying on his bed. He thought of sharing the good news with his dad, ........
"he surely will be excited too".
 His hand went into his side pocket for the search of his cell phone, all his actions were being driven by some natural force, a force which a father always share with his son for the bond that had always existed in a father’s and son’s relationship. He opened the contact list and scrolled down through the numbers, but then for a second he stopped, smiled on his ownself and nodded his head

“why am I going through all the list, I know my dad’s number”

“034528…..”he articulated the digits in a low tone while dialing

“I guess I should first tell him that the project faced a big refusal and then, am going to get him with a big surprise by telling him the news other way round”

He told himself while the bell echoed in his ears, how hard it is to control the last moments when you are to tell such news of excitement to your loved ones. You smile continuously, with heart beating like a drum and pumping boiling blood all over your body, you feel like flying high and wish if you ever had wings.

“tooont………toooont ………..”the tone of call continuously echoing

The exhilaration was now flowing out from his body and filled the entire space with an air of glee and delight.

“toooont……..toooont”

His right foot was continuously moving back and forward with little strikes and jerks silently filling the arena with drum beat, a beat which has no sound, but feeling of rhythm and music.

“toooont………tooont”

The clock didn’t strike the next hour, and his feet were no more on the drums, heart drowning slowly into some darkened cave, the aroma of excitement and joy which filled the entire room became odorless. He loosened the grip on his phone which slipped out of his hand and lay on his bed.

“the number you have dialed is not responding at the moment, please dial later”

He closed his eyes and a drop of tear paved its way down to his cheek.

“I wish I could have told you this, I wish ....dad you had lived little more, ...little more to hear this.....i soo wanted you to see this ......
Dad I miss you”

His silence whispered these words in air, silence, as the voice could never reach his father.

  

LEARN AND LIVE

LIFE ....??

(the underwritten lines have been extracted from the writer's article, MY LIFE) 




   The four lettered word, life, though it is short as the life itself but its deep and intricate. I had always been very keen about writing articles and stories, working with pen has always been one of my greatest passion but yet not the only one. I always thought that swirls of pen on a piece of paper are the preeminent way of defining your thoughts and feelings. But despite of all this, when I was told to write an article encircling my life, I was quite bedazzled, and for a week I could not gather myself to write about it, for not because I feared the ink of pen but because whenever I wrote something I enriched it with my true feelings and thoughts and since I had this firm believe of imperfection in attributes of human behavior, I feared that I might translate such nodes of my life which might not carry an impression of morality.            
  I had always wondered about the real meaning and purpose of life, read many theories and quotations but none satisfied my longing. And then it was AL-QURAN who came upon my rescue and I learned from the words of my creator, the supreme commander of the universe, that life is a continuous struggle, to differentiate the right from the wrong, bad from good, evil from virtuous and there indeed defining and building up your own path to heaven.
               How often it is that we stimulate life incorrectly. Children are always taught and infused their purpose of life as becoming a doctor, an engineer, a renowned accountant or a military officer, but how many are taught this lesson of life, the bitter but true picture of life that this world and the life here is fake and has an end, the time scale of which is in the hand of none but ALLAH ALLMIGHTY. So this is how I begin here, with my way of defining life, and this is how I live my life, struggling to determine the right from wrong and giving my utmost to flutter the flag of truth, which needs not to be defined to me as it already has been, the book of guidance for which is AL-QURAN.




LEARN AND LIVE!

SACRIFICE

“Gentleman I have seen your marksheets, you have got excellent grades, you can easily go to any renown university, why armed forces?”

Sir serving my nation has always been my passion.

“But you can still serve your nation by may be becoming an engineer or an accountant or a policy maker.”

Sir I want to serve with honor, respect and dignity and all three of them dipped in my blood. I want to sweat and bleed for this land and in the dark hours I don’t want to have any option other then fighting and sacrificing till my last breath. While in uniform I would know that this is what all I have, I live till the time the green flag flutters.

“hmm you said sacrifice, isn’t it?”

Yes sir.

Well I guess you are going in the right direction then.

These were the initial questions which the deputy president at ISSB centre asked me. The entire four days stay at ISSB centre MALIR cantt was tough and the routine was quite hectic but I was still enjoying every second of it. At the end of each day, I and my newly made friends had something interesting to do. Each morning all the candidates, gentlemen was the name used, had interesting stories to share.

“Yar kal kisi dash dash nay raat pani phenk dia meray oper, sara bister bheeg gaya, room say bahir nikalna allow nae hai warna main chorta nae osay.”

“Oee han yar mje koi jota mar kar bhag gaya.”

“Yar meray room main tw ulloo urr rahay the.”

I could easily recall the last sentence, we were right there hiding behind the curtains after throwing CHAPALS form three different directions towards Ahmed. The first one hit him right on his back while the second and third missed him by inches and made a fly fast salute, Ahmed was half up when the second and third CHAPAL was air borne, and he uttered this sentence.

“Oe yar otho, kamray main ullo urr rahay hain.”

And there he went down again, snoring loud. Ahmed had this gift of snoring loud, it was like as someone was driving a Honda of 1980’s and that too without silencer.

I was brought back from memories of my past to the duty room by the loud, irritating tone of my cell phone. I hated this tone so much but still never changed it.

“AOA ami jan kia haal hain”

“WS, beta main thek hun, tm apni sunao, aur ye batao k chutti kab aa rahay hoo?”

“wo …..ami jan …chutti ..thori si….”

My mother interrupted In between

“bas bas ab koi bahana nae chalay ga, tm aa jao gay to Navy ka kaam ruk nae jae ga, aur beta kuch arsay baad tmhari shaadi hai hamain tayari b karni hai”

I was confused and puzzled. I didn’t know how to tell my mother that current security situation was not very good and we were supposed to be on duty round the clock. I knew that this was the high time when my country and my people needed me and I didn’t want to turn back.

“ji ami jan, INSHALLAH bht jald ao ga”

Suddenly I heard a loud noise of a burst, the sound was massive and I knew that it was the time.

“beta ye awaz kesi thi ?”

“hello …..hellooo”

“beta meri awaz aa rahi hai……hello”

But I was not there to answer as I was out with my men of Quick Response team, the men of Janbaaz force who face the threat at the first line of defence. It was a heavy attack; the entire squad on main gate became victim to the bomb blasts timed one after the other. We were under heavy fire; the entire air was being muzzled by shells and bullets of heavy machine guns.

Three of my men embraced Shahadat, one after the other. It was too dark and it was hard to determine the direction from where the attack was being made, we couldn’t go on with blind firing as it could endanger the lives of my own men, every bullet was suppose to be right on the target.

“Gul Nawaz, I need cover, yahan say kuch pata nae chal raha, mje agay jana hai”

I screamed loud to make Gul Nawaz hear me as the entire place was filled with sound of guns and hand grenades.

“Sir agay bohat fire hai, ap yahin wait karain jab tak next platoon nae ati.”

“tab tak bht der hoo jae gi, agr ham nay yahan say unhain divert na kia tw poray unit main koi nae bachay, just do as I am saying dam it”

I shouted with all of my energy on him.

Gul Nawaz positioned himself on his LMG and opened fire, under cover of which I advanced forward firing from my G3, I kept advancing forward in the direction of fire, I knew I would never go back; all I wanted was to buy some time for the reserve battalion to move in, only few men understand the worth of such trade off, time at the price of life.

I was soon spotted by the NVD carrying snipers and was under fire from three different directions, I took every bullet one after the other right on my chest but didn’t let the enemy to advance forward.

 As I lay down, my blood fills the thirst of my mother land and my sacrifice gives the reserve platoon time to rush in and counter the attack. I can see my journey to my eternal home, and my body wrapped in green flag at my door step, I can see my father standing proud holding my with my white uniform colored red with my blood in his hands, I can see my mother searching for the corner of the house where she could hide and cry for that she lost her only son.

Sorry mom I couldn’t come home for my country needed my sacrifice.

SONS OF MOTHERLAND..!

Mani get up man ... hino pak and abraaj have just arrived and they are waiting for us in your room.

My room ? mani asked without opening his eyes.

“Yes, I made them to sit there and wait for us. I told them that It would just take me 5 minutes to get mani out of his bed. Get up now, it doesn’t look good that they came all the way here for this gathering and we are sleeping here, plus they expect the military people to be more disciplined and punctual and its 10:30 now, you are already 1:30 hour late.”

It was Sunday morning april 2011. Sundays are very special for us. Wearing uniform the entire week and more then that maintaining and carrying its grace, it’s not as easy as it seems to be. Military people always cherish Sundays so much, firstly they don’t have to put themselves into those high long boots and pretend as hard and tough going people with strong nerves who have this great tendency of hearing some CHARMING and OVERWHELMING words from their commandants all the time and still they manage to say ROGER SIR. I had always wondered that this ROGER goes quite side by side with BOTHER; just say ROGER on every order of your senior and he will not bother you, although he knows that saying roger never means that you are doing it, Secondly Sundays give you a day to be your own self. All you have to do is to attend the line phone in a different tone every time and just say “saab to kamray main nae hain, bahir gaye howay hain kisi kaam say”, and of course never attend calls on your cell from unknown numbers.

So it was this special and charming Sunday and Captain MANI was just MANI today, not willing to get out of his bed.

“You must have been on your cell phone the entire night, isn’t it? Hmm let me see who was she.”

My sentence was not complete and mani was out of his bed clutching his sony Ericson Xperia from my hand back which I didn’t resist as there was hardly any note of his life which I didn’t know, rubbing his eyes, with right one half open.

If they are in my room then where the hell I am?

Well you slept here last night while watching that “band of brothers.” Am going down stairs to your room, and I want your ass to be their in next 5 min.

We both always had been keen in gathering our old college friends. Luckily every time we received sparkling and vivacious gestures on our invitations yet every time surprises on the final day with txt messages of apologies from many, plunged with reasons which we never understood.

This time the surprise was the other way round. Only four in total were assumed to gather but ifti came in at the very last second, just at the time when we were throwing light on his scarce and inconceivable qualities. Our remarks didn’t fine ink here not that ifti wouldn’t like them but because on such occurring the sound of beep can’t be placed in and I don’t want this story to find its place in ‘Minto k betareen afsanay’.

The entire plan was to play little cricket and then to revive our energy by throwing our appetite on HALWA POORI.

Mani assessed very quickly that sun was burning hot and it wouldn’t be wise to leave the shelter and play cricket, moreover the pain of losing semi’s against india which he never had suddenly appeared on his ever smiling face.

“To hell with cricket, I can’t even bear this thought that we lost against India.”

Well his plan worked. All of us went into discussing facts that why Pakistan really lost, quitting our plan to play cricket. And of course Mani was at ease, relieved from the thought of playing cricket and delighted that he can lie down on his Molty foam for another hour.

There were laughter’s, moments of joys filled with shouts and sounds of hands striking hands. In the mean time the table for HALWA POORI was being prepared by mess staff. Abraaj and hino pak(our child hood friends, we call them by these names as their first employment after graduation was in above firms), were time and again inspired by how great life is in armed forces.

Obviously we only see the staggering colors of a portrait, the pain of the artist is never revealed and only he truly understands the worth of his art.

Ifti had a sudden call after which we felt that his looks changed. He made another call after that.

“han lalay howa kia hai?”

“kab ?”

“kis jaga par?”

“tu apna bata, teri taraf sab set hai?”

“chal INSHALLAH detail main baat hoo gi phir, ALLAH HAFIZ”.

A sudden silence encircled the entire room. Our eyes were fixed on ifti waiting for him to disclose the matter. He too did not let the suspense to float and after putting his cell phone down, he extinguished the remaining cigarette in ash try and continued.

“yar wo Captain Farhan hai na 116 LC ka”

“han han apna Farhan na”, Mani added

“han wohi, he has embraced SHAHADAT. He was taking part in an operation in Dar-e-adam khel against the insurgents and terrorist group and just about an hour back he got hit and entered the life of eternity.”

INNA LILLAHI WA INNA ILAI HI RA JI OON.

“So the account of our course has opened” I could easily see the pride in the voice of Mani for his course mate embraced SHAHADAT.

“His family must be proud of him”.

But I on the other hand was restless after hearing this, my thoughts were dragged back and I wondering about a speech, Inter Karachi debate contest held in Muhammad Ali Jinnah University about two months back, I still remember the harsh and poisoning words from a young debator namely Qurat-ul-ain leghari, accusing Pakistan army of plundering the national wealth and being unpatriotic, the committee even rewarded her first prize for her perverting lines which amused the crowd. I was hurt not because Captain Farhan embraced SHAHADAT, for it is what I always had dreamt of and wished for, but for the Nation and country for which our lives have been destined for, for my countrymen sleep in their beds worry less, celebrate their Sundays and cherish awards on uttering lines against those who always have laid their blood and sacrificed their lives only to defend them. Farhan recently turned into his 23^rd year of life and he is not the only one buried under the pillars of this country, this country is standing because there are people who are donating blood and putting their lives to behold its pillars, and yet not all of them receive rewards, for we truly understand that survival needs sacrifice of blood and life.

I could see the feeling of sorrow on the faces of abraj and hino pak, may be later they realized that the artist has used too much of red color while making portrait of this life.

“Chalo yar HALWA POORI thandi hoo rahi hai”, I stood up finally and we all went on to the table. For this was another routine day and there was not much to worry.     

LEARN AND LIVE

ye BAHRIA ka COLLEGE hai ...!!

(2003 , was written n den presented by me on farewell day ....class matric)


YE BAHRIA KA COLLEGE HAI
ANDHERU KA YE MU-AALIJ HAI

ROSHNI KA YE CHARAGH HAI
ZAMANAY MAIN ISKA RAAJ HAI

NISAB MAIN BA KAMAL HAI
PAR FESS BE-HISAAB HAI

LARKAY IS K HERO HAIN
AUR LARKYAN PHR B ZERO HAIN

O LEVELS KI KIA BAAT HAI
PARHAI ISS MAIN SHORT HAI

LARKAY LARKYAN SATH HAIN
AUR BETHTAY B PAS PAS HAIN

AAKHIR HAM SAB KI B KUCH PYAS HAI
AUR GIRLS WING ISKI AAS HAI

TOOBA HAMARI B KIA SOCH HAI
K SHEETAN KI TW MOJ HAI

ABDULLAH PARHAI TAWAJJA TALB HAI
K ZINDAGI KA YE BULB HAI

AGAR KOI GALTI HOWI TW MAAF KARNA
AUR MERI YE N'ZAM IGNORE KARNA

YE BAHRIA KA COLLEGE HAI
ANDHERU KA YE MUALIJ HAI .........!!

LIFE HAS TO GO ON..!!

Wow !!

What a lovely evening it is. Look at the sky, I never noticed that even in Karachi the sky can be so clear and yes it’s blue. Look the scattered clouds on sky and the sun hiding behind them and this cool sea breeze, what a blessing it is.

It was though an ordinary Sunday of March but only a young cadet on short leave can have such feelings for a weather in which he had been living from his childhood. Stagnant weather of Karachi never charmed any one except the cadets of naval academy who proceed on short leave on Sundays. So even if you will find a cadet roaming around in scorching sun light on a short leave, he will tell you the same lines that how charming the life is out here.

It was his first short leave after forty days of intense hard training and he did his best to qualify his preliminary swimming and saluting test to get this short leave. Few hours out of naval academy were like he was suddenly in heaven out of hell.

“Independence is such a blessing”

Uttering these words he went down stairs, out of his home.

“I guess having ice cream in such an evening would be a great idea”.

He went off to a near by medical and general store. Al-shifa medical and general store was little extra crowdie today. Since his child hood he had this basic instinct of staring and exploring things. But in that store there was something different today. There were signs of worries on his fore head, his big black eyes never narrowed with such anxiety.

“YA ALLAH”

These were the only words which came to his mind at that moment. There were around 15-20 people of different age group in that medical store, busy in for what they were there but he was amazed that no one noticed what he did.

“so we call our selves as human beings, may be robots are better then us”

He thought

May be what he was seeing was quite normal, something very ordinary, But not for him.

She was bare foot, wearing black large chaddar which was torn out from different places but still her face and head was covered.

“she is coughing very severely, but why is she out then if she is so much ill”

her eyes, how hurting it was to look at them. At times you really find your heart heavy and painful, pain just not for writing but the real pain. His heart was heavy and yes he felt pain in it just because he had a glance at those eyes telling a long story of suffering and misery.

……………..

Her plight was quite evident form her face but at the same time she appeared to be quite timid.

“Shall I ask her for any help which in case I may rent to her?”

“No, I guess she belongs to that breed of human beings who can die in hunger but their self respect never allows them to go out and scream for help”

Her young child was constantly pulling her Kurta and was constantly projecting his hands towards the giant fridge of drinks, uttering in a low, innocent and mournful voice

“ami ….juice …..ami …ami ”

His voice slowly died out, the silence of her mother made him clear that his desire will not be fulfilled.

“That is not for us, it has been made for the ruthless and rich bunch of people around you”

He thought she wanted to say this to her child but he was too young to understand that human beings have classes …and they belong to the poor class.

But he could overlook the tears in the eyes of that young child. He quickly went across to the counter and whispered to Qasim bhai.

“Qasim bhai what ever that women takes, charge her only with 25% of the money and give her a packet of juice with a gesture that its free with the medicine you took”

For an instance Qasim bhai gave him a weird look

“Obviously am going to pay the rest, don’t worry for that”

He started following her. It was not something he was doing unintentionally, he even didn’t have any reason for what he was doing, but still he couldn’t stop himself. His feet seem to be no more under his control.

It was a long walk.

“She has got nice stamina, I wonder how am going to go back”

They crossed different streets, they turned many rights, many lefts, crossed many intersections

“Shit I lost my north”

 He didn’t know in which direction they were going. This colony where ever they were was quite randomly constructed. He was quite badezelled by the way the people were living in that place.

At last she stopped in front of a small corroded steel gate and went inside.

“She didn’t even lock her home”

Locks serve to people who have homes, and this structure does not seem to be one.

Every inch of that place added to her grief-stricken condition, though the place was not more then few inches. Dirt and filth around the corroded steel gate added to the misery of that place.

He lifted his right hand to knock the door.

“But what am I going to do”

He kept standing there, still thinking.

Suddenly he noticed that the sun had completely dawned and his surrounding was as dark as the life in that place. He looked at the narrow passage which he had followed to come to that place.

“I don’t have much time, short leave will expire in next couple of hours and I have a boat to catch”

While standing at Kemari jetty waiting for his boat he thought that there are hundreds of such stories around us, thousands of such young women with dreadful tales of lives and millions of young children dying of hunger.

“Despite of all this, life never stops”

Boat from Pakistan naval academy left the jetty after the cadets hastened into it. It was again heading back towards the academy. After all

“Life has to go on ” 

LEARN AND LIVE