Sometimes I Think It Is My Mission To Bring Faith To The Faithless, And Doubt To The Faithful.

Love is or it ain’t. Thin love ain’t love at all.

Toni Morrison, Beloved

Khudi Ka Sirr-e-Nihan

Khudi Ka Sirr-e-Nihan La Ilaha Illallah Khudi Hai Taeg, Fasan La Ilaha Illallah

The secret of the self is hid, In words "No god but He alone”. The self is just a dull-edged sword, "No god but He," the grinding stone.

Ye Dour Apne Baraheem Ki Talash Mein Hai Sanam Kudah Hai Jahan, La Ilaha Illallah

An Abraham by the age is sought to break the idols of this Hall: The avowal of God's Oneness can make all these idols headlong fall.

Kiya Hai Tu Ne Mataa-e-Ghuroor Ka Soda Faraib Sood-o-Zayan, La Ilaha Illallah

A bargain you have struck for goods of life, a step, that smacks conceit, All save the call "No god but He," is merely fraught with fraud and deceit.

Ye Maal-o-Doulat-e-Dunya, Ye Rishta-o-Pewand Butan-e-Weham-o-Guman, La Ilaha Illallah

The worldly wealth and riches too, ties of blood and friends a dream The idols wrought by doubts untrue, all save God's Oneness empty seem.

Khird Huwi Hai Zaman-o-Makan Ki Zunnari Na Hai Zaman Na Makan, La Ilaha Illallah

The mind has worn the holy thread of Time and Space like pagans all Though Time and Space both illusive "No god but He" is true withal.

Ye Naghma Fasl-e-Gul-o-Lala Ka Nahin Paband Bahar Ho Ke Khazan, La Ilaha Illallah

These melodious songs are not confined to time when rose and tulip bloom Whatever the season of year be "No god but He" must ring till doom.

Agarche But Hain Jamat Ki Astinon Mein Mujhe Hai Hukm-e-Azan, La Ilaha Illallah

Many idols are still concealed in their sleeves by the Faithful Fold, I am ordained by Almighty Allah to raise the call and be much bold.

-Iqbal

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Bitter Lake by Adam Curtis

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Schindler's List (1993) Official Trailer

जिस राह पे है घर तेरा अक्सर वहाँ से हाँ मैं हूँ गुज़रा शायद यही दिल में रहा तू मुझको मिल जाए क्या पता कुछ भी नही जब दरमियाँ फिर क्यूँ है दिल तेरे ही ख्वाब बुनता चाहा की दे तुझको भुला पर यह भी मुमकिन हो ना सका

Sayeed Quadri

You have put so much energy into building a prison for yourself. Now spend as much on demolishing it.

Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

Heat 1995

Guddi Didi

It was Sunday evening and I was reading lying down on my bed. My father called me on the phone and said, “Come home, Guddi Didi is no more” and he hung up on me as usual. It was hard for me to believe yet I knew that this was going to happen.

I started to think and remember so many things at once. The feeling was choking. She had cancer. Last stage. A couple of weeks back, I went home to see her. Everybody was telling her, “You’d be fine, don’t worry” and all sorts of thing but she was quiet, subtle. I saw her cold eyes which were as if insulting us all by saying, “You can not do anything to save me.” She was sad, really sad. She had nothing to look up to. She had nothing to wait for. Her life was like that and she had accepted it a long time ago. But she was happy once. I have seen her happy. She used to paint when I was a kid. We have her painting hanging all over the place at home. She was young then and I have heard from my mother that she was in love too, with somebody. But this love was crushed and she was married to a railways employee. She compromised. She had too. For the next 8-9 years, she had no kids. Her in-laws started to nag and torture as if she is a bad omen in their lives. And then Reymon was born. She was happy. We were happy too. Everybody was happy. We came to know some years later that Reymon had some incurable heart deformity and it cannot be cured. He became dark, weak and all bones. Whenever I used to see him, I used to wonder that why God was so cruel. What has this poor kid done? Two years back, at the age of 10-11, Reymon succumbed to death. Such a tragedy… On that day, when I saw Guddi Didi, I realised that she is not going to be fine again. everybody became busy in their lives, the whole family, but didi never recovered. Two weeks back, her husband called at my home and said, “Guddi is having cancer, its the last stage. Doctors have said no and I am going to leave her, So it will be better if you guys can take her away.” And she came home.

I regard myself a very strong person. I cannot cry that easily. But this was too much. I went home yesterday and saw her body. Dark and deformed. She was very beautiful once. My mother asked me and my cousins to put her on the ground so that she can make her ready for the cremation. We lifted her. Her body had became hard and brittle. I also removed cotton from her nostrils and a thick brown cloured fluid flowed. This is the end. It will happen to us too. We will also not look good at that time. I chose not to take any photograph. I did not want to insult a beautiful soul by taking pictures of her deformed body.

I wish her happiness and everything that she deserved in her next life.

PSP