The story of Muhammad Bin Qasim’s conquest, however, is rife with historical inaccuracies.Arab General Muhammad Bin Qasim conquered Sindh in 712 AD and became another invader termed a superhero for the emotional people of Pakistan.
Pakistan’s legendary poet and thinker Faiz Ahmed Faiz said: Sacrificed be I at the altar of your lanes, my beloved nation, Where the ritual prohibiting ‘the head held high’ prevails Where the votary embarking on pilgrimages Cowers furtively: mutilation of his health and life fears!! Fuhash (obscenity) is perhaps the single most defining, politically used, manipulated, … Continue reading Fuhash (Obscenity): Where the ritual prohibiting ‘the head held high’ prevails
by Emily Dickinson Because I could not stop for Death –He kindly stopped for me –The Carriage held but just Ourselves –And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no hasteAnd I had put awayMy labor and my leisure too,For His Civility – We passed the School, where Children stroveAt Recess – in the Ring … Continue reading Because I could not stop for Death
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,Sylvan historian, who canst thus expressA flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shapeOf deities or mortals, or of both,In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?What mad pursuit? What struggle to … Continue reading Ode on a Grecian Urn by Keats
People around me believe I am a cynical person as nothing around me seems to be fit as per the great divine plan and according to the social structure. They say I have the tendency to scrape the rationality out of every single thing. I can’t disappoint them it isn’t my thing. Let’s talk about … Continue reading Rise of narcissists: The plague that killed poetry
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty dream!For the soul is dead that slumbers,And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest!And the grave is not its goal;Dust thou art, to dust returnest,Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,Is our destined end or way;But … Continue reading A Psalm of Life by Henry Wordsworth Longfellow
It has become a routine matter in our lives every year that we literally sweat for Eid moon sighting. Every year Ramadan starts and ends with confusion. Its actually quite ironic that in this digital age in which there are countries trying to explore the darker areas of space and we the muslims of India … Continue reading The chaotic moon-sighting
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for … Continue reading The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost