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Pseudo Lives




As a student, I always failed to understand Pseudo codes…I still remember how my computer teacher would try to make me write these codes to understand programming better (only me and my God knows how I passed those courses…gulp!)

After almost 20 years now..I came across the term Pseudo Muslims…and God was I amazed or what...I wondered in awe if the word “pseudo” can actually be paired with Muslims…but the times that we are living in made me believe   this is what it has boiled down to…

It was past 4 am..I was about to put down my phone and resume my sleep after the hectic Ramadan chores when the BBC headlines caught my eye…A UK based Chinese friend of mine had shared the story..and ironically she didn’t even take my “stay safe comment”, well…I don’t blame her…I am sure she must be thinking that after destroying their peace….I am trying to console them…(not that I was remotely even related to it all..but my Muslim tag was enough to put her off….)..

I got frantic after last night’s episode. I was trying to get in touch with my  friends and family…telling them to be safe and careful….(something that they would be telling me usually…)..but the tables have been turned…terror attacks..are no more a domain of just the third world nations…nations far more ahead of us…are now at cross roads on how to tackle such episodes….
Truth be told…the recent London attacks, the Manchester episode then the one at the House of Commons…it’s all creating unrest among the people…I have lived in the UK for 3 good years. I have experienced two very different cities there…London, where I had my family home and Warwick, where I had my dorm…not once did I feel unsafe…I still remember my walks in the wee hours of the morning after my combined study sessions at my friend's room (Okay..you got me right..it was more like gossip 101..rather marketing and strategy going on)…and then  when I traveled to Birmingham with my younger sister at 5 in the morning..just to pick up my engagement dress. We took a tube then a train…but there were no worries. For life was simple back then. I doubt if now such situations will possible…(considering I told all my friends not to even do grocery alone….)


What I don’t want to do is - advocating my religion…we advocate matters where there is room for doubt….but my religion is complete….my people though…have become pseudo…and my religion isn’t to be blamed for it….it’s a matter of life choices that these people make…no matter how staunch Muslims they are…they are but humans…  and human beings in spite of being told the black and white by  religion,deviate from it,go astray….and do what they think is right and play god….

These people are not pseudo Muslims. They are pseudo Gods…they believe that they have the responsibility of fixing things…making them right…leaving no grey areas…but God didn’t send us to this world to do His job. Or did He?..God sent us to do a job that we could handle better. And that was to help people around us…sadly we have lost track..of who we are…why are we sent to the world…and what is our aim in life…..

let’s embrace differences. Let’s do our job well…the clock is ticking…


On this note I shall leave you people with my favorite piece of poetry by Sahir Ludhiyanvi..the first that came to my mind today…




Ae Shareef Insaano
khoon apna ho ya paraya ho,
nasl-e-adam ka khoon hai aakhir;

jang mashriq mein ho ya maghrib mein,
aman-e-alam ka khoon hai aakhir.

(Nasl-e-adam : humanity, mashriq-maghrib : east-west)

jang to khud hi ek maslaa hai,
jang kyaa maslon ka hal degi;
aag aur khoon aaj bakhshegi,
bhookh aur ehtiyaaj kal degi.

(masla : problem, ehtiyaaj : needs)
khoon apna ho ya paraya ho,
nasl-e-adam ka khoon hai aakhir;

jang mashriq mein ho ya maghrib mein,
aman-e-alam ka khoon hai aakhir.
(Nasl-e-adam : humanity, mashriq-maghrib : east-west)

jang to khud hi ek maslaa hai,
jang kyaa maslon ka hal degi;
aag aur khoon aaj bakhshegi,
bhookh aur ehtiyaaj kal degi.
(masla : problem, ehtiyaaj : needs)

bartaree ke saboot ki khatir,
khoon bahana hi kya zaroori hai?
ghar ki tareeqiyan mitane ko,
ghar jalana hi kya zaroori hai?
(bartaree : greatness)

Bomb gharon par giren ke sarhad par,
Rooh-e-taameer zakhm khati hai;
Khet apne jalein ke auron ke,
Zeest faaqon mein tilmilati hai.
(Rooh-e-taameer : spirit of construction, Zeest : Life,Faaqon mein tilmilati hai : wrecked by starvation)

Tank aage badhe ke peeche hate,
Kokh dharti ki baanjh hoti hai;
Fateh ka jashn ho ke haar ka soug,
Zindagi maiyaton pe roti hai.
(Kokh : womb, baanj : barren, Fateh : victory, Jashn : celebration,Soug : lament, Maiyaton : corpses)

Isliye ae shareef insaano,
jang taltee rahe to behtar hai;
aap aur ham sabhi ke aangan mein,
shama jalti rahe to behtar hai.
bartaree ke saboot ki khatir,
khoon bahana hi kya zaroori hai?
ghar ki tareeqiyan mitane ko,
ghar jalana hi kya zaroori hai?
(bartaree : greatness)

Bomb gharon par giren ke sarhad par,
Rooh-e-taameer zakhm khati hai;
Khet apne jalein ke auron ke,
Zeest faaqon mein tilmilati hai.
(Rooh-e-taameer : spirit of construction, Zeest : Life,Faaqon mein tilmilati hai : wrecked by starvation)

Tank aage badhe ke peeche hate,
Kokh dharti ki baanjh hoti hai;
Fateh ka jashn ho ke haar ka soug,
Zindagi maiyaton pe roti hai.
(Kokh : womb, baanj : barren, Fateh : victory, Jashn : celebration,Soug : lament, Maiyaton : corpses)

Isliye ae shareef insaano,
jang taltee rahe to behtar hai;
aap aur ham sabhi ke aangan mein,
shama jalti rahe to behtar hai.

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