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Dard mein hai mera Gaza

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Dard mein hai mera Gaza,
Raakh mein, dhuaeyn mein hai,
Aur kahin hai aag mein,
Siskiyon k beech mein, aarahi bus ik sada,
Dard mein hai mera Gaza.
 
Dhundli si tasweer hai,
Khuwaab be-taabeer hai,
Lahu lahu hui hai fiza,
Dard mein hai mera Gaza.
 
Mout ka yahan raaj hai,
Bahaduri ka riwaaj hai,
Bhook hai, nahi hai ghiza,
Dard mein hai mera Gaza.
 
Arab, ajam, sab hi so gaey,
Murda dil jaisey ho gaey,
Chup hai yeh saara jahaan,
Dard mein hai mera Gaza.
 
ALLAH! Aap hi karayn karam,
Hum tou bus maangayn Rehem,
Khatam ho ab yeh saza,
Dard mein hai mera Gaza.
 
Hammad A. Mateen

Pappu yaar tang naa ker

Pappu sanu tang na ker tu,
Baray zaroori kam lage aan,
Sochi payi aan hun ki kariye.
 
Roti shoti khaa bethay aan,
Lassi shassi pee bethay aan,
Hukkay da kash laa bethay aan,
Poonjh paanjh k andron bahron,
Paanday bhi kharka bethay aan,
Sochi payi aan hun ki kariye.
 
Vekh laiyyan ne sub akhbaaran,
Sadday varkay dhul bethay aan,
Saaray akhhar saaray harf suna bethay aan,
Sochi payi aan hun ki kariye.
 
Kaisay kaisay aslay ban gaey,
Vadday vadday maslay ban gaey,
Vadday sheher vasa bethay aan,
Saara chayn ganwa bethay aan,
Sochi payi aan hun ki kariye.
 
Rizq, siyasat, ishq, kavitta,
Kujh vi khaalis rehn na ditta,
Saari khed manjha bethay aan,
Dudh vich sirka paa bethay aan,
Sochi payi aan hun ki kariye.
 
Jee karda si votaan paeyyay,
Marshal Law taun jaan chudaeyyay,
Votan shotan paa bethay aan,
Ae jamhoori raula rappa kinnay saal handa vethay aan,
Sochi payi aan hun ki kariye.
 
Sauda koi puchda naa een,
Rasta koi sujhda naa een,
Rastay de vich aa bethay aan,
Sochi payi aan hun ki kariye.
 
-Professor Anwar Masood
 

‘An apt reflection of the thoughtful nature of a nation which is extremely busy doing nothing.’

Muhabbat kia hai?

Muhabbat kia hai?
Dil ka dard se maamoor hojana,
Mata-e-Jaa’n kisi ko saunp ker majboor hojana.
Muhabbat kia hai?
Dil ka dard se maamoor hojana,
Mata-e-Jaa’n kisi ko saunp ker majboor hojana.
Muhabbat kia hai?
Muhabbat kia hai?
 
Qadam hain raah-e-ulfat mein to manzil ki hawas kaisi,
Qadam hain raah-e-ulfat mein to manzil ki hawas kaisi,
Yahan tou ain manzil hai thakkan se choor hojana,
 
Muhabbat kia hai?
Dil ka dard se maamoor hojana,
Muhabbat kia hai?
Muhabbat kia hai?
 
Yahan tou sirr se pehlay dil ka sauda shart hai yaaro,
Yahan tou sirr se pehlay dil ka sauda shart hai yaaro,
Koi aasaan hai kia sirmad-o-mansoor hojana.
 
Muhabbat kia hai?
Dil ka dard se maamoor hojana,
Muhabbat kia hai?
Muhabbat kia hai?
 
Basa lena kisi ko dil mein dil hi ka kaleja hai,
Basa lena kisi ko dil mein dil hi ka kaleja hai,
Paharon ko tou bus aata hai jal ker toor hojana.
 
Muhabbat kia hai?
Dil ka dard se maamoor hojana,
Muhabbat kia hai?
Muhabbat kia hai?
 
Nazar se door reh ker bhi Taqi wo pass hain meray,
Nazar se door reh ker bhi Taqi wo pass hain meray,
K meri aashiqi ko aib hai mehjoob hojana.
 
Muhabbat kia hai?
Dil ka dard se maamoor hojana,
Muhabbat kia hai?
Muhabbat kia hai?
 
– Mufti Taqi Usmani (D.B.)

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Yeh ghaazi yeh teray pur-asraar banday,

Jinhe Tu ne bakhsha hai zauq-e-Khudayee,

Do neem inn ki thokar se sehra-o-darya,

Simat kar pahaar inn ki haibat se rayee.

 

Do aalam se kerti hai be-gaana dil ko,

Ajab cheez hai lazzat-e-aashnayee,

Shahadat hai matloob-o-maqsood-e-Momin,

Naa maal-e-ghaneemat na kishwar kushayee.

 

-Dr. Muhammad Iqbal

Mera Saeybaan

‘Dedicated to my father; Mr. Sheikh Abdul Mateen, who has always been an inspiration for me in every walk of life.’

Mere lafz be-hadd qaleel hain,
Shayad buhut haqeer hain,
Phir bhi yeh sach hai jo bhi hai,
Mujhe sach sikhaya hai aap ne.


Pehchaan di,
Mujhe naam diya,
Harr tarah ka aaraam diya,
Lehja diya kalaam mein,
Abbu! janab aap ne.


Halaal kia hai mujhe kia thi khabar,
Farq kia hai iss mein aur Haraam mein,
Kis ne di mujhe yeh tameez?
Abbu! janab aap ne.


Pabandi seekhi pehlay,
Waqt dekhna seekha baad mein,
Kis ne sikhaya mujhe yeh sab?
Abbu! janab aap ne.


Jis ne kaha mujhe khush-naseeb,
Uss ne bhi theek hi hai kaha,
Maine jo maanga aap se,
Mujhe wo dilaya aap ne.


Mujhe deen ki thi kia samajh,
Mera wasta tha kia namaz se,
Iss naimat-e-azeem se,
Mujhko milaya aap ne.


Duniya mein dhokay hain buhut,
Insaan bhi haiwaan bhi,
Iss be-emaanon k shehr mein,
Eemaa(n) bachaya aap ne.


Mera jab utha pehla qadam,
Ungli thi thaami aap ki,
Main larkharaya jo aaj bhi,
Mujhko uthaya hai aap ne.


Iss pyaar ka hai mol kia?
Yeh to Khuda hi hai jaanta,
Mujh pe to bus luta diya,
Saara jahaa(n) hi aap ne.


Meri dua hai buss yahi,
ALLAH k hazoor mein,
Mera saibaa(n) rahay sada,
Uss Rab k hafz-o-amaan mein.


Aameen!

May ALLAH (SWT) bless him with health, prosperity, happiness and a very long life. Aameen !

Hammad A. Mateen

Jaan De Di Maine Unn k Naam Per

Jawab-e-Shikwa

It’s time to go now


It’s time to go now,
To meet my Creator,
There’s no excuse left,
It can’t wait till later.
 
The luggage is ready,
I don’t need to pack,
Nothing new can be added,
I can only look back.
 
Oh! What have I done?
Nothing at all,
Nothing that will please ALLAH,
Nothing I can recall.
 
I had ‘The Book’,
I could’ve saved myself,
But I kept it safely,
High up on the shelf.
 
My parents were too caring,
I should’ve served them well,
The way I treated them,
I can’t even tell.
 
I heard ALLAH calling me,
Five times a day,
I knew it was important,
Just didn’t find time to pray.
 
I had a busy life,
As busy as it gets,
It wasn’t easy to balance,
Work, family and friends.
 
I wanted to grow up soon,
Then I wanted my childhood back,
This life was such a mystery,
A code I couldn’t crack.
 
It’s time to go now,
To meet my Creator,
There’s no excuse left,
It can’t wait till later.
 
It seems a bit too early,
I wish I had more time,
I feel so guilty in my heart,
Like I’ve lived a life of crime.
 
I forgot Him when times were good,
I remembered Him when things went bad,
He used to be my only hope,
The only hope I had.
 
Money could buy me everything,
Everything in the world,
But now it seems worthless,
When I fail to utter a word.
 
I knew I had to die one day,
I knew this day would come,
I thought I could fix things up,
Now I run harum-scarum.
 
It’s time to go now,
To meet my Creator,
There’s no excuse left,
It can’t wait till later.
 

Hammad A. Mateen

Who am I?

Am I an extremist?
Am I a terrorist?
Am I a source of agony?
Am I a peace specialist?

 

I long for serenity,
I long for fresh air,
Does that make me any different?
Does that make me an idealist?

 

I stick to Quran in my life,
I stick to the Prophet (PBUH)’s word,
Then why is this animosity?
Why can’t people coexist?

 

I value my religion,
I respect those of others,
Then why is this chasm widening?
Why can’t they get the gist?

 

Formal means wearing less,
It’s mandatory to look modern,
It’s the fashion of dark ages my sisters,
Ask any archeologist.

 

Money is essential for all,
More important than lives,
People planning their future ventures,
Earning more is a palmist.

 

Banks operating on interest,
Haraam being called Halaal,
Is this not a predicament?
Is this not to resist?

 

Ignorance is bliss today,
Knowledge nowhere to be found,
Islam is enlightenment,
And I am a fundamentalist.

 

Hammad A. Mateen