Father’s Day

When the baby was given in her hands, the mother let out a scream of joy. A flood rolled down her eyes and laughters full of life and love echoed all about. She was standing on the gates of heaven.

When the baby was shown to the father, he refused to pick her up. A daughter, oh? Not mine. He stayed as quiet as a ghost until they were in the hospital ward, and only became a devil when they reached home. This, he pointed to the bundle of new breathes, is not to live here. Take the filth away!

That day, a TV set broke. A row of perfume bottles was thrown to the floor. A knife was shown to threaten the weaker sex. Curse words were gifted. Tears were shed. Hell visited house.

That day, mother didn’t leave. That day, baby didn’t weep. That day, my father didn’t sleep.

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To hate

I learnt to hate.
I never knew how it was
to hate someone so strongly
before
but now that I do
I think I know…
It’s like… sipping a bitter,
bitter coffee
so slowly
that the taste wraps around your tongue
and burns it.
It’s like… bringing a matchstick
closer to your chest
and letting it create a hole
a red, blazing hole.
It’s like… being the rose yourself
that the lover crushes in his hands
seeing the fragrance melt—
the petals wither
in your own existence.
It’s like… praying and not receiving
Dying… and not dying.
It’s like panting breathlessly for air—
and blocking all pumps out yourself—
But is that hate?
Or did I just define
how it was
To miss you?

~ Maria Imran.

Can You Draw Hatred?

Can you draw hatred?
‘Draw hatred?’
Yes, hatred!
‘No, how do we draw it?’
Like this!
I showed her what I had made.
‘What is this?’
This is hatred.
‘This is hatred?’,
She would repeat.
Yes, hatred.
‘And?’
And Anger.
And all those questions,
Those disturb me.
So I have poured here,
On this once-a-blank sheet,
All that was inside me.
All burning questions,
And hatred,
And anger,
Agony,
Miseries,
Mishaps,
Memories.
It is a canvas of my thoughts.
A harsh painting.
A disrupted photo.
A broken vase.
Numerous fragments,
You will fail to count them.
These lines,
Are not just lines.
These spots,
Are really blots.
Blots,
That made my life so ugly.
These sharp edges,
Are the knifes,
Those were used to kill me.
‘Kill you?’
Yes!
The swords of words,
Impertinent words,
Killing words,
Words that took my life,
‘You are alive!’
No, I am not!
Can you see me alive?
Living is not breathing!
LIVING IS NOT JUST BREATHING!
I am breathing,
I am not alive.
I AM DEAD!!!
These colorful dresses that I wear,
I see them black.
This home,
Is my coffin.
This world is my grave!
I am not alive!
My life is this broken vase,
Fragments scattered,
Here and there,
I see them everywhere.
These blots,
They itch!
These scratches,
They give pain.
You would now say,
That I have gone insane!
But I am not insane!
I am just a dead soul,
Compelled to live here,
Until my benefactor,
My death returns!
I want to die literally,
So that no one could see me,
No one could point out,
And say,
“Oh what a poor girl!”
No one could sympathize,
For the broken vase,
For things are meant to break,
And my heart is one of those.
‘Its time you sleep.
Get some rest, my friend.’
No, don’t stop me.
Please don’t.
For this one last time,
Let me speak.
Let me tell you where I have been,
What I have gone through,
Oh let me speak.
I have had the worst days,
Of my life.
Life, oh is this life?
I used to sit on the grasses,
Look at the beautiful flowers,
Enjoy the breezes that once flew,
Follow the butterflies.
I never plucked a flower,
I never caught a butterfly,
For I loved them living,
And spreading wings,
And showering fragrances.
I knew,
I believed,
That all their beauty remained,
Until they lived.
Then why me?
Why was I followed?
And plucked?
And thrown,
And dumped?
Why me?
WHY ME?
I cry hysterically.
I sob and weep,
And shout and yell,
Until a needle is pierced,
On my arm and I,
Collapse.
Wounded.
Broken.
Like fragments,
Of a vase!
A beautiful vase,
A black vase!
A coffined vase.

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Written by: Maria Imran *Randomly Abstract*

First published: http://www.firebirdpoetry.com/

© Copyright protected.

Left: I, Maria ‘Drawing hatred’
Right: archdaily.com
Edited: RandomlyAbstract

Perspective: No, its not me that I have written about, as some friends asked. This poem has been imagined and the effort was to write with the perspective of a little princess, a girl whose life has been destroyed in the hands of cruelty. A flower, a butterfly-chaser she was and got plucked even though she never picked or harmed them; those lovely, living creatures.

Critiques and additions are welcome. Feel free to send your opinions.

The broken Pakistan…

Pakistan resolution Day : 23rd March 1940 – 23rd March 2013

 

Minar-e-Pakistan

Minar-e-Pakistan (Pakistan Day Memorial) is a minar which was built to commemorate the day when the Pakistan resolution was passed on March 23, 1940. The main tower of this memorial was completed on March 22, 1968. The location was originally known as Minto Park. It was here that the historic session of the All-India Muslim League was held on March 23, 1940.

This resolution called for the creation of an independent state for Muslims in British-India. As Wikipedia says;

Although the name “Pakistan” had been proposed by Choudhary Rahmat Ali in his Pakistan Declaration^[3] in 1933, Muhammad Ali Jinnah and other leaders had kept firm their belief in Hindu-Muslim unity.^[4] However, the volatile political climate and sidelining of Muslims by Indian National Congress showed the future of the Muslims in the subcontinent not so bright^[5][6] and gave the idea stronger backing.^[7]

The resolution stated that,

No constitutional plan would be workable or acceptable to the Muslims unless geographical contiguous units are demarcated into regions which should be so constituted with such territorial readjustments as may be necessary.^[14]

Additionally, it stated:

That adequate, effective and mandatory safeguards shall be specifically provided in the constitution for minorities in the units and in the regions for the protection of their religious, cultural, economic, political, administrative and other rights of the minorities,

To know about the proceedings and speech, visit here.

Seven years after the strong struggle of leaders was the independence act signed and the Islamic republic of Pakistan appeared on the world map. Not to forget the massacres and bloodshed which resulted as a reaction from those who disliked the idea and STRONGLY OPPOSED it.

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65 years have passed to the creation of Pakistan.

Pakistan is still not an independent country. The world calls it a terrorist state. The world judges the 16 crore plus people by the 16 thousand or so enemies of the state. The world sees that Pakistan has failed. That it has collapsed!! (and not that it is striving to stand up again!)

The world can NOT see the beauty, the originality, and the hearts of Pakistanis because that is not SHOWN to them!!! What the media shows is the bombards, the helter-skelter, the terrorism. And its true. It’s actually true  that Pakistan is going through the worst possible condition. Nobody feels safe. Life isn’t safe. People are dying, starving, and afraid.

BUT the Pakistanis, the rest of the 16 crore people, the sad and happy people, the safe and unsafe people, WANT A CHANGE! They want the world to see their positivity, they want them to see what Pakistan really is. They want better governments, they are all striving to help others. They appreciate a good change and they wish and hope to get good leaders like the leaders in their past!

They have all the potential and the greatest potential they have is hope!

• sixth nuclear power of the world.
• Pakistan is notable for having one of the best trained airforce pilots in the world.
• Pakistani armed forces are internationally ranked sixth largest in the world by 2010.
• Population of Pakistan is larger than Russia.
• World’s largest, deep, sea port is Gawadar in Pakistan.
• World’s largest irrigation system is in Pakistan.
•  The national side won the ICC World Cup in 1992.

These are the things they want you to admire:

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A country is easy to get and not easy to control. Whatever situation Pakistan goes through, patriotism is never going to die. The people are always going to strive for good and that is the best positivity you will find about this country!

“It is important that when we make a resolution, or establish a goal, that we take the ACTION necessary to accomplish that goal.” ― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free

Links worth seeing:

• Positive things about Pakistan that you don’t see in the news.
• All Good things about Pakistan
• Proud to be a Pakistani!

I believe in the idea of ‘being human‘ that is, we are all humans before we belong to any other group or caste!

Update June 15, 2014: I need to edit this thing.

Cats and Dogs!

Sir and Madam,

I don’t mean to address you by that name (Cats and Dogs), that actually is the topic for my new blog!

And how’d I get the idea for this blog? I will let you know.

I recently got anewsletter, about a week earlier, from www.answers.com .it mentioned about some funny questions that they recently got. Among which the most interesting one was:

Why don’t cats and dogs like each other?

So, it gave me a new topic to write on!!!

I searched it on Google, and found out to my great amazement, that cats and dogs do like each other!!(at least some rare ones do!!)

Darlings!

❤ ❤ ❤

So you saw that? Lovely, isn’t it? And pardon me, but this is true…

We humans have alot of hate for our enemies. Ever thought of forgiving, and becoming a friend again-of your worst enemy?

Do it now.

Life Rule # 1: Forgive and Forget.

Hatred and Violence..Differences that matter not

Right now, all I have to say is about the differences of groups and statuses that we have made between each other, Why is a Pakistani just a Pakistani and an Ethnic just an Ethnic? A Muslim just a Muslim and a Hindu just a Hindu? An American just an American and a Christian only a Christian???

Aren’t we all humans? Can’t we all be classified just as humans?only as humans?Not on the basis of a color, creed or religion?Why does one group has to fight with another one for the sake of these groups?Just now, I visited a page on facebook.It was about a country, name it A. And its job was to spread hatred regarding country B. Violating all etiquette and laws of mutual respect, they had used such abusive words and comments. Why so?

Country B does that too. It doesn’t let leave a single chance to insult the other group’s person on their own platform. We call them “terrorists”. What are we ourselves??

Life is so short, why waste it in enmities then?Lets gather and spread love.Be kind.Be good.Be just.

P.S. If you can’t be good, dot be bad either!