Saturday, December 28, 2013

मुस्लिमो खौफ खाओ के चुनाव आने वाले हैं

कुछ लोग तुम्हारी बोलियाँ लगाने वाले हैं
मुस्लिमो खौफ खाओ के चुनाव आने वाले हैं

न तालीम, न तरक्की, न तिजारत कोई
तुम्हारी जान के डर को वो भुनाने वाले हैं

इश्तिहार की तरह करेंगे वो दंगे फसाद
गरीब की बोटी पे सौ कुत्ते कूद जाने वाले हैं

ये जो नज़र आते हैं हमको मोतबिर हमारे
ये वो शैतान हैं जो हमें बेच खाने वाले हैं

कुछ नहीं बदलता इस जम्हूरियत में हमारा
हम पहले मरते थे आगे भी मर जाने वाले हैं


कुछ लोग तुम्हारी बोलियाँ लगाने वाले हैं  मुस्लिमो खौफ खाओ के चुनाव आने वाले हैं    न तालीम, न तरक्की, न तिजारत कोई  तुम्हारी जान के डर को वो भुनाने वाले हैं    इश्तिहार की तरह करेंगे वो दंगे फसाद  गरीब की बोटी पे सौ कुत्ते कूद जाने वाले हैं    ये जो नज़र आते हैं हमको मोतबिर हमारे  ये वो शैतान हैं जो हमें बेच खाने वाले हैं    कुछ नहीं बदलता इस जम्हूरियत में हमारा  हम पहले मरते थे आगे भी मर जाने वाले हैं    'आबिद'    Admin - 09

Monday, December 23, 2013

The Muslim Story Of Christmas

She was alone, as she was wont to do, worshiping in the eastern section of the temple. Suddenly, she was startled by a strange presence: a man with whom she was not familiar. "I seek refuge from thee with the Most Gracious," she said, "(Approach me not) if you are conscious of Him!" He sought to calm her by saying, "I am but a messenger of your Lord, (who says,) `I shall bestow upon thee the gift of a son endowed with purity.

This startled her most of all. She replied, in shock: "How can I have a son when no man has ever touched me? – for, never have I been an unchaste woman!" The presence replied: "Thus it is; (but) your Lord says, `This is easy for Me; and (thou shalt have a son,) so that We might make him a symbol unto humanity and an act of grace from Us. And it was a thing decreed (by God)."

And so she conceived the child, withdrawing to a far-off place. And when the pangs of childbirth overtook her, she was driven to sit under the trunk of palm tree, and she exclaimed in anguish: "Oh, would that I had died before this, and had become a thing forgotten, utterly forgotten!" Yet, she had the child, and she then came back to her people carrying him, who were clearly shocked.

They exclaimed, "Thou hast indeed done an amazing thing!" They continued: "O Sister of Aaron," an honorific title for this heretofore pious woman, "Your father was not a wicked man, nor was thy mother an unchaste woman!" She pointed to her newborn child, whereupon they said: "How can we talk to one who (as yet) is a little boy in the cradle?"

The child then said:

Behold, I am a servant of God. He has vouchsafed unto me revelation and made me a prophet, and made me blessed wherever I may be; and He has enjoined upon me prayer and charity as long as I live, and (has endowed me with) piety towards my mother; and He has not made me haughty or bereft of grace. Hence, peace was upon me on the day when I was born, and (will be upon me) on the day of my death, and on the day when I shall be raised to life (again)!

 

This story, that of the birth of Christ, was culled, not from my copy of the Bible, but rather from the nineteenth chapter of the Koran. It is the second mention, in fact, of this story, the first being in the third chapter. This should come as no surprise, really, for Jesus (and his mother) are very prominent in Muslim belief and reverence.

The Koran is full of passages about Jesus and Mary. The Muslim holy book describes Jesus as being "honored in the world and the hereafter, and one of the intimates of God" (3:45). Christ is also "in the ranks of the righteous" (6:85), described as "a word from God which He send down to Mary (and) and a spirit from Him" (4:171). The Koran even says that Jesus Christ "was strengthened with the Holy Spirit" (2:253, 5:110), although classical exegesis notes that "Holy Spirit" means either divine inspiration or the Angel Gabriel. Jesus, in fact, is mentioned more by name in the Koran than the Prophet Muhammad himself.

That's why it perplexes me to hear some Christians talk about Muslims "not having Jesus." We have Jesus all over our faith and belief, we just don't believe he is the son of God or part of a triune deity. Muslims maintain that Christ was a prophet. It is a major difference in belief, to be sure, but it is not something over which Christians and Muslims should have any enmity or animosity.

Yes, some Muslims claim that Christians and Jews are "enemies," but I pay no heed to such rabble. It is the product of a criminal, twisted mind, and the overwhelming majority of Muslims do not subscribe to such beliefs. And sadly, there are some Christians who say the same about Muslims and Islam: that we are "enemies," not to be trusted or accepted into the fabric of society, and our faith is "evil." Such voices, in both communities, must be ignored and marginalized.

No, Muslims may not adorn their houses with lights during this season, but it does not mean that Jesus does not light their hearts with love and reverence. Muslims may not take Christmas Day off as a religious holiday, but that does not mean that Jesus means nothing to them at all. Yes, it may be that the only businesses open on Christmas Day may be the Muslim-owned ones, but that does not mean that Jesus is not near and dear to those business owners' hearts.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

IQRA

Hairat hai ki Taleem-o-Tarakki mein hai peeche,
Jis qaum ka aaghaz hi "IQRA" se hua tha...

( Iqra is The first word revealed in the Quran is translated as "read" or "recite". )

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Muhajir naama by Munawwar Rana


Munawwar Rana is now a name to reckon with in Urdu poetry. His Nazm 'Muhajir-nama' echoes collective nostalgia of the migrants and the displaced who had left their country and still yearn for their past homes.

Though the poetry is in the context of the Mohajirs who migrated from India after partition and settled in Pakistan or Bangladesh, this poem written in ghazal format has a universal appeal.


muhajir hain magar ham ek duniya chhoR aaye hain

tumhaare paas jitna hai ham utnaa chhoR aaye hain

hansi aati hai apni hi adaakari pe khud hamko
bane phirte hain Yusuf aur zulekha chhoR aaye hain

jo ek patli sadak unnao se mohaan jaati thi
vahiiN hasrat ke khwabon ko bhatakta chhoR aaye hain

vazu karne ko jab bhii baiThte hain yaad aata hai
ki ham ujlat meN jamna ka kinaara chhoR aaye haiN

utaar aaye murawwat aur ravaadaari ka har cholaa
jo ek saadhu ne pahnaai thii maalaa chhoR aaye haiN

Khayaal aata hai aksar dhuup meN baahar nikalte hii
ham apne gaaoN meN pipal kaa saaya chhoR aaye haiN

zamiin-e-Naanak-o-Chishtii, zabaan-e-Ghalib-o-Tulsi
ye sab kuchh paas thaa apne, ye saara chhoR aaye haiN

duaa ke phool Pandit ji jahaaN taqsiim karte the
galii ke moR par ham vo shivaala chhoR aaye haiN

bure lagte haiN shaayad is liye ye surmaii baadal
kisii ki zulf ko shaanoN pe bikhraa chhoR aaye haiN

ab apnii jaldbaazi par bohat afsos hotaa hai
ki ek kholi kii khaatir raajvaaRa chhoR aaye haiN

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Thursday, November 14, 2013

Let’s Give children what they value most - Happy Children's Day

Very Valuable Answer By A Little Girl:

A teacher asked a little girl: What does your DAD do?

Girl replied: He works in a chocolate factory and brings lots of chocolate for me..

In the evening he works in an ice-cream parlor and I eat my favorite flavor…

He also works in a toys shop and brings me soft and cuddly teddy sometime.

He is also a teacher because he helps me daily in my homework.

He is very strong & hard worker. He lifts me on his shoulders. He becomes a horse for me and gives me a good ride around the house.

He is my favorite clown as me makes me laugh a lot. He is a story teller who tells me wonderful stories at night.

He works from morning to evening and never get tired.

And

When he is back to home, he is always ready to play with me.

Note:

As parents, Kids don't value what we do to earn the money.
They give value to what we do to earn their love…

Let's Give them what they value most… Our time….

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Its a dog’s life (for most)

Sayeed Mohammed, a disabled crab seller, who lives in Mumbai is disadvantaged thrice over: he's poor, physically challenged, and being a Muslim, he's part of the minority. His existence may not very different from Rani, the dog he's interacting with. More than 40 per cent of India, lives on less than Rs 50 a day, with which they can barely feed themselves; let alone buy clothes, get an education or have access to clean drinking water and sanitation.

AP Photo/Gautam Singh



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Friday, October 25, 2013

••• Wonderful Touching Story •••


  • A woman baked bread for members of her family and an extra one for a hungry passerby. She kept the extra Bread on the window sill, for whosoever would take it away.

    Every day, a hunchback came and took away the Bread.

    Instead of expressing gratitude, he muttered the following words as he went his way:
    " The evil you do remains with you: The good you do, comes back to you!"

    This went on, day after day. Every day, the hunchback came, picked up the bread and uttered the words:
    "The evil you do, remains with you: The good you do, com es back to you!"

    The woman felt irritated. "Not a word of gratitude," she said to herself...
    " Everyday this hunchback utters this jingle! What does he mean?"

    One day, exasperated, she decided to do away with him. "I shall get rid of this hunchback," she said. And what did she do? She added poison to the bread she prepared for him!

    As she was about to keep it on the window sill, her hands trembled.
    "What is this I am doing?" she said.

    Immediately, she threw the Bread into the fire, prepared another one and kept it on the window sill.

    As usual, the hunchback came, picked up the Bread and muttered the words:
    " The evil you do, remains with you: The good you do, comes back to you!"

    The hunchback proceeded on his way, blissfully unaware of the war raging in the mind of the woman.

    Every day, as the woman placed the Bread on the window sill, she offered a prayer for her son who had gone to a distant place to seek his fortune.For many months,she had no news of him.. She prayed for his safe return.

    That evening, there was a knock on the door. As she opened it, she was surprised to find her son standing in the doorway.

    He had grown thin and lean. His garments were tattered and torn. He was hungry, starved and weak.

    As he saw his mother, he said,"Mom, it's a miracle I'm here.

    While I was but a mile away, I was so famished that I collapsed.

    I would have died, but just then an old hunchback passed by.I begged of him for a morsel of food, and he was kind enough to give me a whole Bread.

    As he gave it to me, he said,"This is what I eat everyday: today, I shall give it to you, for your need is greater than mine!"

    As the mother heard those words, her face turned pale.
    She leaned against the door for support. She remembered the poisoned bread that she had made that morning.

    Had she not burnt it in the fire, it would have been eaten by her own son, and he would have lost his life! It was then that she realized the significance of the words:
    "The evil you do remains with you: The good you do, comes back to you!"

    Moral : Do good and Don't ever stop doing good, even if it is not appreciated at that time.

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    ••• Wonderful Touching Story •••    A woman baked bread for members of her family and an extra one for a hungry passerby. She kept the extra Bread on the window sill, for whosoever would take it away.    Every day, a hunchback came and took away the Bread.    Instead of expressing gratitude, he muttered the following words as he went his way:  " The evil you do remains with you: The good you do, comes back to you!"    This went on, day after day. Every day, the hunchback came, picked up the bread and uttered the words:  "The evil you do, remains with you: The good you do, com es back to you!"    The woman felt irritated. "Not a word of gratitude," she said to herself...  " Everyday this hunchback utters this jingle! What does he mean?"    One day, exasperated, she decided to do away with him. "I shall get rid of this hunchback," she said. And what did she do? She added poison to the bread she prepared for him!    As she was about to keep it on the window sill, her hands trembled.  "What is this I am doing?" she said.    Immediately, she threw the Bread into the fire, prepared another one and kept it on the window sill.    As usual, the hunchback came, picked up the Bread and muttered the words:  " The evil you do, remains with you: The good you do, comes back to you!"    The hunchback proceeded on his way, blissfully unaware of the war raging in the mind of the woman.    Every day, as the woman placed the Bread on the window sill, she offered a prayer for her son who had gone to a distant place to seek his fortune.For many months,she had no news of him.. She prayed for his safe return.    That evening, there was a knock on the door. As she opened it, she was surprised to find her son standing in the doorway.    He had grown thin and lean. His garments were tattered and torn. He was hungry, starved and weak.    As he saw his mother, he said,"Mom, it's a miracle I'm here.    While I was but a mile away, I was so famished that I collapsed.    I would have died, but just then an old hunchback passed by.I begged of him for a morsel of food, and he was kind enough to give me a whole Bread.    As he gave it to me, he said,"This is what I eat everyday: today, I shall give it to you, for your need is greater than mine!"    As the mother heard those words, her face turned pale.  She leaned against the door for support. She remembered the poisoned bread that she had made that morning.    Had she not burnt it in the fire, it would have been eaten by her own son, and he would have lost his life! It was then that she realized the significance of the words:  "The evil you do remains with you: The good you do, comes back to you!"    Moral : Do good and Don't ever stop doing good, even if it is not appreciated at that time.    Must Share Please


Must read for husbands….What Women do all day ….????



A man came home from work and found his 5 children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn around garden, The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house and no sign of the dog, walking in the door, he found ...an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, the throw rug was against one wall, In the front room the TV was on loudly with the cartoon channel, the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door. He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls. As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel... She looked up at him, smiled and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, 'What happened here today?' She again smiled and answered, 'You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world do I do all day?...
''Yes," was his incredulous reply..


She answered, 'Well, today I didn't do it.'

:D


BADSHAH AUR WAZEER

KISI mulk ke badsha ka wazir
bada hoshiyaar or akal mand tha
achanak woh badsha ki mulazmat
chod kar '''ALLAH''' ki ibadat mein mashgul
ho gaya
ek din badsha wazir ke paas gaya
or usse pucha
tum ne meri mulazmat kyun chod
di...
wazir ne kaha paanch baato ki
wajah se meine aap ki mulazmat
chod di
badsha ne kaha kon si paanch
baate hai woh???
wazir ne kaha

*****pehli baat to yeh ke aap
bethe rehte the or mein aap ki
khidmat mein khada rehta tha
ab mein ALLAH tala ki khidmat
mein hazir hua hu
to khade ho kar bhi ibadat kar
sakta hu or beth kar bhi
namaaz khade ho kar bhi padhi
jaati hai or ismein bethne ka bhi
hukm hai

*****dusri baat yeh ke aap to
bethe khate rehte the or mein aap
ko khade ho kar dekhta rehta
tha..magar mujhe ab aisa razik mil
gaya hai
jo mujhe khilata hai or khud
khane se beniyaaz hai

*****teesri baat yeh ke aap sote
rehte the or mein aap ka pehra
diya karta tha
ab mein ek aise badsha ka gulam
ho gaya hu ke mein khud sota hu
or woh meri nigehbani karta hai

*****chothi baat yeh ke mein
darta tha ke agar aap fot ho gaye
to aap ke dushman mujhe taklif
denge. magar ab mein aisi zaat ki
khidmat mein hu jo sada kayam
rahegi
or ab mujhe kisi ka khof nahi

*****panchvi baat yeh ke mein
darta rehta tha ke mujh se koi
galti ho gai
to aap mujhe maaf nahi karenge
magar ab mujhe aisa reham dil
malik mil gaya hai ke din mein so
martaba gunah karne ke baad bhi
apne bando ko bakhsh deta hai

***ALLAH TALA ***humare dil
mein bhi apni sachchi mohabbat
peida karde AMEEN