Buhat se marhalay hain...

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After waking up and before settling down to study in the morning, I thought I should first have a look at today's papers. With everyone around in the house sleeping soundly (yeah it's a lazy Sunday morn), I thought this was the best time to get my hands on both the English and Urdu newspapers...

... I wasn't expecting anything 'good' to have happened but still there was a hope that something positive might have taken place. But no! Similar statements from the PM and the army personnel. Scores of people dying. Scores of them being displaced - have we ever thought what pain this little phrase Internally Displaced Refugee carries in it...

... I shook my head and opened my books with a heavy heart. Lately, I have developed a great distaste for 'discussing' things; specially the current political and military situation in the country. I feel that when we talk too much about it, we lose our ability to think and feel deeply as to all that's going on around. For how long can we just sit and talk! These issues seem to provide us with a great instrument for carrying on with our usual drawing room conversations... What about those who are becoming internally displaced with every passing day. Who shall answer the questions in the eyes of ...



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Someone said, and quite rightly so,

Sitaaray doobna, shabnam ka rona, sham'a ka bujhna
Buhat se marhalay hain subh ke hingaam se pehle


Comments

Anonymous said…
was thinking the same thing since morning...

"ye woh sahar tu nahin..."
6:23 PM
Saad Javed said…
Reminded me of an old ghazal *Mukesh, perhaps???*

ilaahii kyaa ye shab-e-Gam hai umr bhar ke liye
10:31 PM
M. Umer Toor said…
Action is inevitable. Yes, even lousy people (like me, i know) think about it. Just pray our efforts make a "dent in this world" of ours.
11:19 PM
Salman Latif said…
//I feel that when we talk too much about it, we lose our ability to think and feel deeply as to all that's going on around//
True!! And when we talk too much about a notion, we lose the ability to act over it..
11:37 PM
Uni said…
subh kay hingaam means ?? :$

(I know subh, I dunno hingaam...)

Forgive me for the stupidity.

And I feel the same way.. Ive even developed this aversion to documentaries.. (the taliban history wegaira..) .. pata nahi kew..:S
12:28 AM
Naeema Akram-Jehanzeb said…
@ Uni

hingaam refers to waqt in Pesrian.
9:41 PM
Uni said…
Thanks :)
And yeah its absolutely true.. the marhalay before the hingaam seem to be increasing unfortunately .. :S:S

Pata nahi kitnay aur baaqi hain..
4:22 PM
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