Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Letter to 2014

                                                                                                                                           31/12/2014

Dear 2014,
With a heavy heart i bid u farewell,for u have been a great Support for all 365 days.When i go back to January First and Compare it to today, 31st December,i am filled with Tears of Joy and Sadness.You were the Twenty Third Year of My Life and The Roller Coaster Ride of this Year was indeed full of Struggle,but today when i turn my head to look behind,i smile of Contentment and feel Blessed to Live My Year Successfully.May be i did not have Big fat celebrations,but i Learnt to Create Happiness,You Taught me to Seek Joy and Enjoy Life even in Despair.I am very Grateful to you,because your Each Day,Reminded me of an Omnipresent Power of the Almighty that Strengthened my Trust on Faith.You hold a Special Significance in My Life because this Year my Mother got Cured of an Illness she was struggling with since Past three Years.My Mom's illness gave me the Lesson's to understand the Fineness of Life and you were like a helpful Supervisor while i was giving the Biggest Test of my Life.
I made a number of Mistakes,You rectified it with Passing Days.Whenever i Lost Hope you shined the Next Day full of Lessons and Guided my Every Step.You Made Me More Mature,More Responsible and Much more Practical.
I am filled with Gratitude for all the Opportunities you provided me to Climb the ladder of my Career.You made me Realize that Never Leave any Stone Unturned,Because what He plans for us is Way Better than what we think.I am not here to Narrate all my experiences.But All I want to Say is,It was a Wonderful Year,i end it with Contentment and i am Ready to Welcome a New One with Loads of Optimism And Challenges.
                                                                                                                       Lots of Gratitude,
                                                                                                                                Saima

Monday, December 29, 2014

Staring in Space.

Years back,It was a Usual College day,when like always a Sudden Unplanned Outing was decided by a group of us.As it was Monsoon days,the Climate was friendly,Clouds had gathered around the Sun,Shielding the Land from Scorching Heat and thus only a few Parallel rays came down to add a tinge of Gold to the Blue Weather.We fFiends decided to spend the rest of the time at Sea Face.It was Early Evening hour when we were found Dangling our Legs on the Rocks facing the hard hitting Waves to one another at Worli Sea face.The Pleasant Climate with a Wonderful Company was  a Perfect Monsoon Evening.We Laughed to being Insane and ate loads of stuff we could find around.Soon i got a call to which i excused myself at a little distance facing the sea side.I kept talking for a while until call got disconnected.Well,i have a faint Memory of the set of events but yes i remember waiting there for another ten Minutes.May be i was expecting to get back on line or whatever,but for a while i was Hypnotized to the Sound of the Waves.
My Eyes was Fixed far off in the Space and i was staring at nothing rather Staring in Space.The Fresh Breeze of Sea Side blew Across Carving a Smile on My Face.The Chaos of World was Behind my Back and the Fineness of Life in Front.Soon i Closed my Eyes,to feel the Breeze and listen to the Silence within me.My Heart was beating to the Sound of the Rushing waves.My Mind was Light and for an instant i felt to be Away From Mumbai.In no time,this Elated feeling was interrupted by a call,"kya kar rahi hai"and i just nodded my Head "kuch nai" and made a Move.Although it was a few Minutes of Meditation but it filled me with an Energy that i have no words to Define.That was the first time i got a Glimpse of the Power of Meditation.
Since then i love to Sit Quietly and Listen to the Silence.And that's the Reason of Me Being a a Close Admirer of Nature.It Gives an Opportunity to Take care of My Mind,to Clean it with Positivity when it is Dust Laden.

We are so Busy Hunting for the Bigger Pleasures of Life that we Overlook the Little Joys.Our Need for More makes us Forget all that we Owe.In the Rat race,We Leave behind our Real Self because we are Customizing and Fabricating ourselves to the wishes of others,carrying an Artificial Self around.

But,Meditation helps to Draw our Attention to the Undiscovered Paths of Happiness.
Meditation in any form is the Best Exercise for the well Being.It Helps Mind to Transcend,Expand Consciousness,Ignite Acceptance,Discover Strength and Strengthen Talents.The Positive Energy that is Hidden in Each of us gets a Way to Breathe Out.

Although,The Chaos that surrounds us leaves little time to enjoy being Self.But a few Minutes of Early Morning Meditation will surely Improve the Quality of Our Life.It has been a Great Help to Me,being my Catharsis through the thick and thin.

P.S:My Most Preferred Stress Reliever,Sit Besides the Sea Side and Stare out in Space and Meditate to the Sound of Gushing Waves.I Feel Each one Should try that.It Works!

-SSW

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

The Little Coffins



The Blooming Flowers of Someones House and the only Candle of Happiness for many, were charred to Darkness by the Heartless Animals of Earth.The Merciless Attack by Taliban in the City of Peshawar,Pakistan has once again proved that their blood is infested by the Poisonous Insects of Inhumanity which is reflected in their Every Action.
                Taliban's have once Again Proved their Cowardliness by Attacking a Militant School killing Hundreds of Innocent Lives.The Souls of these children and Many others across the Globe will Haunt them Even after they Die.They will Drown in the Deepest Wave of Fire and Rot in Hell until their Every Part of Body Curses them for such Inhuman Crimes.

Their Act of Barbarism in the Name of Religion needs to be Collectively Spitted on.Their Stoned Heart Needs to be Stoned to Death.

Time Passes but the Wounds Remain Afresh.Whether it is 26/11 or 11/9.The Pain of Lost Dreams,Broken Hearts,Innocent Lives puts forward just one Question, "Akhir Kab tak "?The Terror Attack Wanders Around Each One of us,We Never know if we are the next victim.Today i am writing an article to condemn the Gruesome Act of the Terror face but i am unsure if tomorrow someone else will be Typing a RIP for Me.

Such incidences Evokes a Strong Feeling of Disgust and Anger ,We come together and Condemn,light Candles to Protest,Post Messages on Social networking Sites and then after a week,we are busy in Our Routines.May be We have Accepted to Live with these Beasts who are the Dirt of Our Planet.And this Acceptance of Ours has Given Birth to IS,ISIS and Many More who are budding from them.
Its Time to Clean the Dirt otherwise one day Humanity Will be Cleaned From Earth.Its Time when UN becomes more Transparent.We are not interested in knowing the Tweets of President's and PM's neither are we interested in watching their Statements.All We want is Result.Its High Time When US and other Super Powers Realize that they need to stop Playing the Politics of Being a Double-Edged Sword,else one End of The knife is soon going to slit their own throat forever.

BUT UNFORTUNATELY.....Those who have lost Someone Close will drown in the Sea of Sadness Forever and the Ones Who Haven't will Live Under the fear of Being the Next One.And Rest Of the Things Will Remain Same or Worsen...(and we all know what are those things :/.We Will Fight Amongst Each Other and they will Rage a War Against Us.

Somewhere in the Meanwhile,The Little Coffins of Today are calling for Justice.


P.S:My Heart Extends to all the Families of Blast or any kind of Terror Attack Victims Across the Globe!May their Soul Rest in Peace and their Loved Ones get the Patience and Strength to face their Difficult Time.Amen. Al Ajal Ya Imam a.t.f.s :(

-SSW

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

The Cluttered Mind

  The Cluttered Mind Wanders Aimlessly,
  Like A Hunter,Lost and Weary.

  He looks Around in Amusement,
  Not Knowing What to do Next!
  
  He Digs Himself Deep in the Thought,
  To Carve Another World in His Heart.
  But His Restless Mind takes Him Away,
  Bringing Him Closer to His Pain.
  
  He Sails on the Wave of Disappointment,
  And  His Smile Speaks of Helplessness,
   But the Ones Around Him Care No More,
  Letting Him Sink in the Viscous Shore!

  He Hides Himself in His Cocoon,
  Away from All to Remain Aloof!
   But the Sharp Shrills Keep Coming,
   Tearing His Mind Away From Him!

  His Soul Snarls to the Growing Agony,
  Wiping the "Burning" Tears Silently,
  His Gaze Travels with the Wind,
  Restlessly, Searching for an Inner Peace.

  His Depressed Soul Cries For Help,
  But Unheard,It Bores in to Self!
   
 Now, The Cluttered Mind Weeps Perplexed,
  Knowing His Next step.......
                                       
                                                                       -SSW
P.S:  This Poem is in Reference to a Depressed Patient's Possible State of Mind
        when he is need of Help.
 
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Sunday, November 09, 2014

Haiku:Drought

Silence shines on the sky,
Wrinkles curl up on the Face,
In Reverence is Morning Dew!

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P.S:This is my first Haiku Poem.Please correct me if i am wrong.

When I...

When i raise my Hand to Hold the Alam,
My Soul Lifts it Reminding of the Sermon,
That Karbala weeps about and We Hum,
Ya Abbasa (a.s), Holding the Alam.....

When i Raise my Hand to Hold the Alam,
My Tears hear the cry of Sakina a.s From,
the Mashk attached to the Alam,and We Hum,
Ya Sakina (a.s),Holding the Alam.......

When i Raise my hand to Hold the Alam,
My Ears hear the Call of a  Brother from,
the desert of karbala and We Hum,
Ya Hussaina (a.s),Holding the Alam......

When i Raise my Hands to hold the Alam,
My Eyes think of the cry of pain from,
the burnt tents and lane of sham,and we Hum,
Ya Saniye Zehra(s.a),Holding the Alam.

And When i get to  hold the Alam,
My Arms gather the strength from,
the chants of Hussaino-Abbas that we Hum,
And tears flow by holding the Alam.


Photo courtesy:Google Images
-SSW



Thursday, October 30, 2014

The Land of Karbala and Moharram....

Karbala

 It is a City situated in Iraq around 100kms south west of Baghdad.

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This is the Land where Beauty of Sacrifice was Glorified with the Blood of Seventy Two Martyrs and with the wail of thirsty-hungry children and their mothers.It is place where 'Islam' was saved by the grandson of Prophet Mohammad(saw),Imam Husain a.s and his household "Bani Hashim", from  turning down in ashes by the hands of yazid (L.a) {the then Ruler}and his pets.

The first Islamic month Moharrram echoes in detest the helplessness of Maula Husain Ibne Ali(a.s) and his sacrifice in 680 A.D ie 61 Hijri.and today even after 1375 years later, the wounds of karbala  remains afresh.

But human mind is known for questions and explanation and so the most comman ones are ,What is Moharram?then Why not entire year?Its 1400 years yet ?What is the significance of it?Why do you all hit yourselves?Why Black?etc and many.

Well,i will try my best to explain most of the things in the simplest possible way.To begin, let me tell you,our first month of the calender is the commencement of our 'Ayyam-e-Azaa i.e Our Mourning Days'.This is because on second day of this month,Imam Husain(a.s) along with his people who were 72 and ladies with children reached the land of karbala,as he was called by yazid ,who later forced alliance and  betrayed Imam as his sole motive was to burn down Islam with coal and modify the religion according to his will and wish.He wanted to establish a religion of injustice,betrayal,terrorism and wrong doing to which Imam disagreed.But ,unfortunately there are many Yazidis even today, hiding behind bombs and grenades defaming religion by modifying it like his ancestor.

As Imam Husain(a.s) disagreed to his terms,the opposite army imposed a war.The yazid's army was in number that you cannot count of whereas on Imam's Side the figure was 72.The brigand,ruthless,tyrant ruler had devoid Imam Husain(a.s),his army and his family which even included a six month old son of food and water.The thirsty-hungry side was firm on belief,their eyes glowed of patience and their words only uttered of thankfulness to the almighty.This gives out a concealed message to the world of strengthening their trust on faith.The first ten days of this
month is seen as the time when the mothers were preparing their son to die a brave death.A sacrifice which any mother cannot think of.And that brings royalty to this sacrifice.

On tenth day of this month (the day you get public holiday)which is Ashoora,the land of karbala witnessed the most historic event.A battle which no words can explain completely.Seventy Two on one Side and lakhs on other.Each member of Imams army fought a brave battle on the dessert of Karbala until the last breadth.I cannot narrate the tragic death of Imam's loved ones.But all i want to ask is Can u Imagine a father removing a spear from an eighteen year old son's chest.Or Can you imagine your brother being chopped by the hands when he is gone to get water for your four year old thirsty daughter.This is what had happened by the side of river euphrates,When Imam's brother Abbas Ibne Ali(a.)went to fetch water..Can you see a six months old baby's  throat being slitted with a three headed arrow heavier than the baby himself or a four year old girl being mercilessly slapped on crying in remembrance of her dead Father.But,The golden mud or the dessert of karbala narrates  the cry of Janabe Sakina[a.s](Imam's Four Year Old Daughter)and the merciless killing of thirsty six month old child,Janabe Ali Asghar(a.s).
This war continued until Imam Husain(a.s)was beheaded and Martyred while he was in  prostration  in the worship of Almighty with wounds all around the body.His last breadth conveyed a million message,setting an example of standing against oppression and not accepting wrong.

After Imam was martyred,his household was looted and his Family which included of children,ladies and his only son who was left, were made captive by Yazids.But,Imam's Sister Zaynab(s.a) along with other ladies further continued the battle by bearing all the atrocities after her brother's death and not accepting yazid's religion.Moreover, She also gave a speech in the court of yazid where she unveiled the truth from lies and represented the actual islam which was completed by Prophet Mohammad(saw) which teaches of justice,love and peace.
And So I repeat,"The first islamic month moharrram echoes in detest the helplessness of Maula Husain(a.sI ibne Ali(a.s) and his sacrifice in 61 A.D.And today Even after 1375 years later, the wounds of Karbala  remains afresh

Thus Moharram is our identity,Black is our voice of sadness and our Azadaari(ie Juloos or Processions,Majalis,Matam ie Chest Beating) is expression of our grief for the martyrs of the battle which was of Right v/s Wrong,Peace v/s Terrorism, Justice v/s Injustice, Truthfulness v/s Untruthfulness and Islam v/s Inhumanity.


And if You Question Me Why Even After 1400 Years then here's the Answer,

What Happens,when God forbid, an unexpected death happens in the family,presume a mother loosing her husband and young child.She cries loud,hits herself,looses consciousness,sobs and wails all life in the remembrance of someone who was her world.Do you question her why she is crying or Do you ever think of telling her that she should forget it and move ahead.Rather you sympathize and agree to the fact that pain will remain forever.Isn't it?After all they were  her own,Whom she loved, her Reason of iving.
Then my question is why do you all question us,in moharram When we mourn,When we hit ourselves (Matam),Come together and cry loud.When you do not object the lady in pain for crying over her family members then what makes you ask us.She is crying for her world,so are we.Moreover we are crying for someone who completes and defines our world.

Imam Hussain (a.s) is our strength,He is our davior.The teachings of Prophet Mohammad (saw)and His Household ie Ahlubayt ,The Divine Rulers,Convey the right islam.And the Extremist you see today babbling behind blast, Misinterpreting Jihad are nothing but the descendents of yazid.And Imam Husain(a.s) gave this sacrifice to protect us and the Religion from this kind of Acceptance.Had he not fought the Battle and Died self along with his family then Islam would have been slaughtered then only.It is these Tears that has been shedding through the Generations since 1375 years which has kept the Message of karbala Alive.And this shall continue to flow Every year with the same fervor till the last Shia or rather Lover of Imam Husain(a.s) Remains on Earth.

P.S:All the incidences that i have narrated have authentic reference in the islamic Literature and other historic books.This was in very brief just to make you understand in the most simplest way.If you are interested to know more or any help with the books you can contact me.Please give your review.
                             -SSW and SSZ
Special thanks to my Friend Sabika Zaidi for her valuable suggestions and review.





'It is Better to Die on Your Feet than to Live on your Knees'-Imam Husain(a.s)




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