To Whom it May Concern

Something I wrote yesterday but didn’t share…

Shyd k teray Dil mein utar jaei meri baat.

*Thursday, 8th Ramazan*

A few hours before I go to get my mother discharged from the hospital, I try to purge my feelings. Wipe my mouth after the acidulous vomit and carry on with the daily chores…

Alhamdulilah for the less-read and simple people. Because of them, the world is still functioning.
Two kinds of people have let me down; the religious lot and the intellectuals.
The religious are more concerned with matters that they think are more worthy of earning reward. Like charity. Like fasting (for it is Ramazan, ofcourse), and praying and reciting Quran. And taraveeh. All noble acts.
I’m reminded of a few Surahs and ahadith SAW highlighting the importance of being there for a Muslim brother over all these acts.

But I think I’d refrain- for ofcourse if it *ever* mattered, these self-proclaimed Ustadhs and Aalims and brothers and sisters, the proponents of Islam would be practicing it.
Islam hasn’t let me down. It’s Muslims. But I guess it’s okay. For these very Muslims have let their brothers down in other dire situations. Syria. Burma. Myanmar. Palestine. Kashmir. Watch the faces of these brethren while you chomp on your popcorn.
Me? I’m just a small fry.

Coming to the intellectuals…
The so-called visionaries. The ones who change the world. But sadly. They change their own little world. Discuss ideas. Post a few bookmarks. Post a few books. Engage in intellectual discourse for movements that never touched their own lives.
But- if someone they know of is suffering with severe illness or in need of blood for their mother’s surgery the next day, oh they’d rather contemplate on the intracacies of poesies of Jaun or Ghalib sighing over lost-love.
You know what is the malignancy of our generation? Indifference and advanced education. Why do I say this? Highly qualified intellectuals, I’ve observed, have a selfish attitude. ” The *Me* Syndrome.”
Mujhe yeh mil jaei.
Mujhe yeh na kerna paray.
Mujhe Kia Mila?

Did these well-read individuals- the custodians of literature and language, ever consider doing any meaningful action?

Think. Think some more.Keep contemplating while some one you might know, gives up on life.
On hope.

So, to the intellectuals and the religious lot:

Allah Kisi k kaam Nahi rokta. App Nahi honegay. App k bajai Woh Kisi ghair se kaam ley le ga. Charity begins at home.

Good afternoon.

Advertisements

Lessons from the Birds

Lessons from the Birds

Have you not seen
The birds flying in a flock?
Held in mid-air
Soaring on the air currents,
By Al Rehman?
Have you not seen…
That when one is tired
And flies low…
Leaving his position
Of the leader of the flock,
He glides back
To fly in
Another’s tutelage?
But doesn’t give up.
The air pressure decreases
As does the strength.
Taking turns
To migrate to a favourable place;
Their destination.
But they don’t ever give up.
They remain;
A flock.
A team.
A pack.
So, when your brother is hurt or dismayed
Pull up your socks
And be there.
For one good deed
From you is all it takes.
A few kind words
To help him get back up.
A dua …
To raise his ranks.
A shoulder
Onto which he can momentarily rest.
Perhaps, this little deed will be the one
That puts you in Paradise.
And let you hear the words
“Razi Allahu Anhu wa Radu.”*

©Dr Hafsa Siddiqui (2018)

 

* “Allah is pleased with them and they are pleased with Him.”

“To the Ones Who Only Pray”

“To the Ones Who Only Pray”

I’m not innocent Maryam AS
Who bore a child and faced inhumane slurs
On her chastity.
I’m not Yusuf AS who fought against desire,
And won after seeing Burhaan from Him
While Zuleikha tempted,
Tearing at his shirt.
And, I am not Adam AS
Whose loneliness
He saw and blessed
With a loving companion.
A desolate, woman
I am buckling under
And struggling to get back on my feet,
Half-heartedly.
And to the ones who pray;
I’ll tell Him
On The Judgement Day
To question those
Whom I approached for help.
“What did you do when
My slave came to you for help…?”
Will your answer suffice that:
“Lord, we prayed for her. Nothing else.”
Remember.
For I will, too.

©Dr Hafsa Siddiqui (2018)

یقین

مایوس کیوں ہو؟
چلو دوست کی وفا مہین سہی۔۔۔
کیا رب کی عطا پہ یقین ،نہیں؟
معجزے ہوتے ہی تب ہیں
جب کوئی ان پہ مضبوط یقیں رکھتا ہے۔
آخیر شب میں جو موتی چشم سے گرتا ہے۔
عرش والوں کے سامنے قدر ، گراں رکھتا ہے۔
خم کاندھے ، شکستہ جبیں ، سجودتہجد ،
تیرا رب ان سے حیا رکھتا ہے۔
“لا تقنطو من رحمت اللہ ” کے فریاد ی سے
تیرا رب حب رکھتاہے!
سہارا جو ٹوٹنے نہ دے ،
تیرا رب وہ فصیل رکھتا ہے۔

حفصہ صدیقی

صراطِ مستقیم

صراطِ مستقیم

شاید کہیں
اسی دنیا میں
صراطِ مستقیم
زانیوں کے لئے بھی ہے۔
جیسے قاتلوں کے لئے
قصاص ہے۔
عاصیوں کے لیے
مغفرت کا لباس ہے۔
جیسے حاجیوں کے لیے
عرافات ہے۔

 

حفصہ صدیقی

 

 

“Sirat e Mustaqqeem”
(The Path of the Righteous)

Perhaps in this world too,
There is a Sirat e Mustaqqeem
For the adulterers;
Like there is blood money-
To wipe away the sins
Of murderers.
Like there is the cloak of forgiveness,
For the sinners;
Like there is Arafaa’t –
For the worshippers.

Hafsa Siddiqui

The One

 

“The One ”

Remember him(RA)
Who when laid
On burning stones
Lovingly invoked
“Ahadun, Ahadun”
(The Only One,
The Only One)…?

Remember him (SAW)
Who when asked
About The Lord
Recited the verses of
Surah Ikhlaas;
“Qul Hu WaAllahu Ahad.”

The perfect introduction
“…Of He who is the Eternal Refuge,
He who begets not,
Nor can be begotten,
And who has neither any equivalent.”

Remember him( AS)
Who when met with adversity
Called out to Rabb,
He who turned
The Fire to Coolness unearthed.

Remember him( AS)
Who called out to The One,
Within the dark acidic environs
Of vast belly of whale.
” There is No God,
Except You …
Verily I was of the transgressors.”
And with this prayer
He was pardoned
And ejected from digestive tract,
Laid to rest
On an barren land.
Where The Razzaq
Provided for his cure
Alleviating his throes.

Remember him and his wife ( AS)
Who both when dispelled from
The Heavens,
Were united by His Mercy
After years of solitude.

Remember him ( AS)
Who cried his eyes white,
For Yusuf (AS)
Who was cast out by
The jealous brothers’ might.
United again to His loving father and family,
He forgave the siblings
With the belief in His Just and Forgiving side.

Remember her (AS)
Who when left on the desert terrain,
Frantically searched
The Mounts
Of Safa and Marwa…
Her love and effort
The Loving One immortalized
For the believers
To re-enact
As a Shaa’ir Allah.

Remember The One
Who taught you to read?
Who lets you eat
And at night peacefully sleep.

Dr Hafsa Siddiqui