the simple made complicated.

ignorance is bliss and i could not agree more at this point in time. i am too much aware of how and in what all things in the world i am wasting my time on, and what all i ought to do. it goes beyond a simple to-do thing. i know how important these things are for me to do. had i just known i have to do x,y and z by dates a,b and c [in my life for the most part a=b=c :( ] i might have been much much happier and felt much light at heart and head. but universities are inclined to make things complicated and so my list ends up looking like it is at the moment.
- have to write x, which can be on any thing from prehistory to WWII. yes that's the range. i cant decide whether to be a hunter gatherer or Constantine's soldier or head of Auschwitz. right now i am thinking i will just be a school father in Lagash 2350 B.C.E. but i really want to be Tariq bin Zayad's soldier in Gibraltar.
- have to assess the microfinance sector in Pakistan, in preferably 4000 words. sounds simple, but i can choose any variables to draw any conclusions. Sir rightly said there are no right or wrong answers, but that just added to the complications in writing an otherwise straightforward essay
- write a story. about anyone, anything, in real or imaginary world, set in any place and time. now we all know our lives deserve to go onto the storyboard and there's so much to learn from everyday experiences and daily musings of a university student with upset sleep cycle and stomach. i mean i can write a novel on alice's adventures on the student_events mailing lists and the climactic surprise ending of the Music society's anniversary concert. i can also write about a girl who always procrastinated and still didn't drop out of LUMS (because everyone else was no different, except ofcourse some ACFMs and excited freshies ).
now all these have to be submitted more or less in the same time frame, lets call the range B. B for Bah. B for BSc.
i wish i didn't know history was so rich, and that i could write on anything from a tree named barck,(a is deliberately missing) to a hanger in a laundry called Bella.there's just too much happening all the time. too much flux.
i think i will now write an abstract of my microfinance paper. more interestingly, objective findings of my university life suggest that too much freedom, not knowledge is a dangerous thing. awkward ending, but i really need to go.

25th November 2010 - Shaykh Kamaluddin on CII Broadcasting

Shaykh Kamaluddin Ahmed's Talk on The Merit of Abundant Remembrance (Dhikr e katheer) 

CIIBroadcasting, on 25 November 2010

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Nouman Ali Khan - Watch Your Tongue - Quran Weekly

read the comments on the page linked below:

http://forum.tayyar.org/f7/muslim-women-not-allowed-wear-hijab-while-playing-football-24097/

Go AKP! Go Turkey!!

Sultan of the Muslim World | Foreign Affairs

i am so glad to learn about AKP's leanings. it should be clear that you look
and feel good where you belong. and Turkey belongs to the East w.r.t
demographics and modern history. East here means Muslim Ummah

click here: Sultan of the Muslim World | Foreign Affairs

p.s: i was also wondering if the solution to some problems of the Muslim
ummah today is directly related to our strategies adopted in terms of 
foreign relations and outlook. i think we as muslims desperately need 
introspection: we should  dig inwards and try to revive ourselves with
clear priorities and identity, and this will show on us as an Ummah. in 
other words, build yourself strong from inwards, and other things will 
fall into place. and also think like this that i would want that
when someone looks at me, keeping in mind that i am a Muslim, s/he
should wonder "if this person is so awesome, i wonder how beautiful 
his Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) must have  been" . and 
in her/his  heart, s/he should feel like saying subhanAllah...

btw awesome here doesn't mean you being himym addict and definitely 
not that you wear a che guevara tee shirt. sheesh!

18th November 2010 - Shaykh Kamaluddin on CII Broadcasting

-in The Name of Allah-

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Multazim par Dua

Zahir Ki Aankh Say Na Tamasha Karay Koi
Ho Dekhna Toh Deeda-e-Dil Waa Karay Koi
Arr Baithay Kya Samajh Kay Bhala Tuur Par Kaleem
Taaqat Ho Deed Ki Toh Taqaza Karay Koi

Ilaahi Teri Chaukhat Par Bhikaari Ban Kay Aya Hoon
Saraapa Faqr Hoon, Ijz-o-Nadaamat Saath Laya Hoon

Ilaahi Teri Chaukhat Par Bhikaari Ban Kay Aya Hoon
Saraapa Faqr Hoon, Ijz-o-Nadaamat Saath Laya Hoon

Bhikaari Wo Kay Jis Kay Paas Jholi Hai Na Piyaala Hai
Bhikaari Wo Jisay Hirs-o-Hawas Nay Maar Dala Hai

Mata-e-Deen-o-Daanish Nafs Kay Haathon Say Lutwa Kar
Sukoon-e-Qalb Ki Daulat Hawas Ki Bhaint Chharwa Kar

Luta Kar Saari Poonji Ghaflat-o-Isyaan Ki Daldal Main
Sahara Lenay Aya Hoon Teray Ka'abay Kay Aanchal Main

Gunaaahon Ki Lipat Say Ka'ainat-e-Qalb Afsurda
Iraaday Muzmehal, Himmat Shikasta, Hauslay Murda

Kahan Say Laoon Taaqat Dil Ki Sachhi Tarjumani Ki
Kay Is Jhanjaal Main Guzri Hain Ghariyan Zindagi Ki

Khulasa Yeh Kay Bas Jal Bhun Kay Apni Ru-Siyaahi Say
Saraapa Faqr Ban Kar Apni Haalat Ki Tabaahi Say 

Teray Darbaar Main Laya Hoon Apni Ab Zabun Hali
Teri Chaukhat Kay Laaiq Har Amal Say Haath Hain Khaali

Yeh Tera Ghar Hai Teray Mehr Ka Darbaar Hai Maula
Saraapa Noor Hai Aik Mohbat-e-Anwaar Hai Maula

Teri Chaukhat Kay Jo Aadab Hain Main Un Say Khaali Hoon
Nahin Jis Ko Saliqa Maangnay Ka Wo Sawali Hoon

Zuban Gharq-e-Nadaamat Dil Ki Naaqas Tarjumani Par
Khudaya Rehem Meri Is Zamanay Bay Zubani Par

Yeh Aankhain Khushk Hain Yaa Rab Inhain Rona Nahin Aata
Sulagtay Daagh Hain Dil Main Jinhain Dhona Nahin Aata Hai

Ilaahi Teri Chaukhat Par Bhikaari Ban Kay Aya Hoon
Saraapa Faqr Hoon, Ijz-o-Nadaamat Saath Laya Hoon
Saraapa Faqr Hoon, Ijz-o-Nadaamat Saath Laya Hoon


Multazim par dua...by junaid jamshed

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The Fruits of Virtue - IslamOnline.net - Living Sharia'h

what is increasingly amazing me is the stories of converts to Islam. it makes me thank Allah more and more that i am born Muslim. i could never had the enormous strength that these men and women have gathered and converted. SubhanAllah, Allah Guides who so ever He Wills, and He chose these people... so they are chosen ones :) and then Allah out of His infinite Mercy made so many like me born into a Muslim family... so we are lucky and chosen in our own way too.:) Alhumdullilah!!

bas ek dua:


زندگی رہے اسلام پر
خاتمہ ہو ایمان پر

Ameen...

enjoy the link below:


The Fruits of Virtue - IslamOnline.net - Living Sharia'h

power beyond influence that obama has... on me

i wont call it my 6th sense but a kind of a feeling inside me tells me that the state of nature so very taken as an underlying assumption in western political philosophy, is not true. life is not nasty, short and brutish. it's one thing for it to be like that originally and another for us to have made it that way. my understanding of state of nature is a realization of there being a good, and there being an evil, and then knowing whats good and knowing whats evil. and the very notion of there being a centre and a reference point for every other point to determine its position means that i can at the very max believe in one product of western political philosophy:  republicanism. now i don't know how much the republicans in america would hold the idea of there being a true, good beautiful truth out there somewhere, so i won't want to recognize myself as a republicans' supporter, ever, especially after U.S Invasion of Iraq. at the same time i don't want to recognise myself as a democrat, simply because i don't think i want to (6th sense again? :S) in any way, i dont hold nice views about democracy . i don't believe in rule of the mob( demos means "mob" in greek ). i am averse to the child democracy begets and tames and brings up, which is mediocracy. and democratic capitalism or capitalist democracy dont even deserve a place in my world of ideas, and if they did, it would be the dustbin at best.

i went on a tangent before even writing what i initially intended to. so i want to tell this: i have always been drawn by obama. maybe its the power of the voice as hitler correctly realised it. maybe it's the beauty of a country evolving enough to have an african american as a president. maybe it's his confidence. i dont know. i remember seeing him for the first time in 2004 on a channel in the u.s. then i subscribed to his party's newsletter and followed through for 1 yr (2007). after 3 yrs, and his defeat just 2 weeks ago at the midterm elections, i still subscribed to his channel on youtube today. and oh yeah i also added him on linkedin.com.

i would like to call this power. the purest form of power which is simple influence. no one has asked me to do all this. it doesnt mean a thing to me if i follow up on him. life moves on. my adamant position for an alternative idea to hobbesian view stands as firmly as before. i still believe america is very much in reality playing hegemony and marxists still fool themselves to believe that the rest of the world is playing periphery. all other things remain constant, except this: power that one person can have on another. this is my new undertsanding of power. other might think this is similar to liking someone: you like somebody and they have an "effect" on you.

i couldn't care less about obama as a person in private life. i dont like democracy. i dont like democracts' ideas or lifestyles. yet this man, through his rallies before, and his speeches later, and his confidence throughout, and his no-chickening now, has managed to hold my attention for more than 3 yrs now, which is a big deal as i, for one, have held ever changing opinions since 2007. he remains one constant in all this time, and this fascinates me.

however, this is not to dismiss my genuine disappointment in the policy the white house is adopting for israel-palestine issue, it's silence over many things between india and pakistan ...actually it's more than just plain silence. silent dance on the tunes of india ...

meri jaan Pakistan.

abdur razzak just brought a smile back to many pakistanis' face, including mine ofcourse. Pakistan won a match. very very close call against south africa. and while i clapped standing on my sofa and jumping down on the carpet time and again in the last few overs, i simultaneously kept thinking why i haven't seen even one pakistan cricket team shirt on campus in my 3 yrs at lums? is it a general uncool thing to wear the green and dark green shirt of our very own national cricket team? or is it that lums is an exception and the gcu, punjab uni, KE, iba and szabists and what not's boys wear them? whats the matter? i have even seen my mates wearing shirts carrying turkey's flag (yes, thats true) at LUMS. but not a single pk cricket shirt amidst the plethora of arsenal, manu, chealsea(a minority really), and ac milan home kits, away kits, and old kits and new kits. maybe we might find them as nightsuit items in the male dorms. but still. whats the matter guys?

my new mission is to find a backpack with pakistan's flag on it or something. if i cant wear a shirt on top of my abaya, i can wear a green hijab, and yes i will tomorrow. i dont know whats the matter. talk about political, youth, social, passivity. when will we show our true selves guys? we are afraid of speaking in punjabi in front of others. we find how bad we are at urdu to be as something to boast about. urdu literature doesnt become anything more than a university core course for many of us. paindoo day is when we wear what our dada/nana/nani/dadi and still many of our own blood relatives dress up. we find dressing like dacoits hot. one thing i can very assertively conclude is that the yo day(when we overdress the way we normally do :jeans and tee shirts) is much more paindoo than the original paindoo day, if we are supposed to give paindoo and coolness ordinal values in our cartesian world of awesomeness references.

kher, i have gone on a tangent, but really my point is, stop hiding yourselves. green and white is what we are, and if the rest of the world can recognize us as that, we should stop shying away from it. be true, be honest, be yourself, be Pakistani, have some self-respect, and stop suffering from upper-elite class insecurity and superiority (read inferiority) complexes.

even if pk didnt win today, but played a good game with a sportsman spirit, we should still have our pk shirts out, only if we had them in the first place. tsk. < sigh.>