I cannot remember if I have ever wrote about this friend of mine on here and frankly I am too lazy to check right now given that its like 1 in the morning. And even if I did write about her, she is certainly worth another mention at the very least.
I met her in high school. She was in one of my option classes. We started talking slowly, mainly through one of her other friends that sat behind me. Eventually I got to know this girl and we essentially became friends. As we became closer she began to share some of her life story with me, which was hard for her given her circumstances. I would consider her story to be quite tragic. Her father turned out to be a very bad person and is not really in her life anymore. She absolutely adores her brother. Sometimes I get jealous of her brother because he is so lucky to have a sister like her. Anyways, we went to the same university and maintained communication there, although not as often as I would have wanted to.
She is one of the most beautiful souls I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. She is the type of person that honestly deserves all the happiness in the world. Ever since I can remember, I have always admired her. I have always looked up to her. I have always been intimidated by how smart she was. No matter how well I did in school, she would always do better than me. In fact (and this remains a secret) she used to “help” me on my assignments and tests. Her personality and character is something that is truly to be looked up to. She is such a strong person. She’s been through so much in her life and has managed to overcome every adversity that has come to face her. She is the type of person that I wish all the happiness in the entire world. In fact, I would go so far as to say, without any exaggeration that, I would be willing to sacrifice my happiness just so she could be happy. Out of all the people that I went to high school with, she is the only person that I truly respected, in every sense of the word. She is beautiful both inside and out. She is what one would call a beautiful mind. I wish her all the best. I know for a fact that she will be successful in any endeavour that she embarks upon. She’s already made a good sister and a good daughter. I am confident that she will make a good wife and a good mother as well as a good grandmother. It is very rare that one meets people that they actually remember for the rest of their lives. She is one person that will not fade into a distant memory. Great people never fade away. They conquer your lifetime. She is one of those people.
Posted in Blogging, Canada, Daily Ramblings, Friendship, Life, Love, Personal, Relationships, School, Sufi, Sufism, Thoughts
Tagged Friends, High School
Dekh Ta Reh Gaya Mere Ishq Ka Janaza.
Samaj Mein Nahi Aata Kya Ho Gaya.
Phhir Ta Tha Mera Ishq, Khush
Aap Lipta Wa Hai Mere Samne, Khushq.
Janaza Ut Raha Hai Aab.
Namazain Par Li Hain
Duaen Maang Li Hain
Aab Tu Zameen Ho Ga Iss Ka Dewana
Mitti Ho Gi Is Ka Sung.
Ishq To Jawani Main Hi Ta
Jub Iss Ka Tumse Mil Na Hu Wa.
Aab To Iss Ka Kya Baan Na
Mitti Ka Yaar Baan Gaya.
Meri Ma, Heer Ne Kaha Tha
Ke Insaan Mar Sak Ta Hai
Par Ishq Kabi Nahi Marta.
Meri Ma Heer, Yeh Dekho!
Ishq Mera Dafan Ho Raha Hai!
Khuda Ki Marzi
Koi Nahi Rok Sak Ta.
Baitha Hua Hoon Mere Ishq Ki Kabar Ke Saath.
Dafan Ho Gaye Hain Woh Neche
Aanson Ruk Nahi Rahe
Shauk Se Bai Rahe Hain Aankon Se
Aur Tarap Ke Chalang Mar Rahe Hain Qabar Pe.
Yeh Hai Khoobi Zindaghi Ka
Ke Saaron Kay Le Aaj Eid Hai
Aur Mere Liye Qayamat.
Log Apne Aap Ko, Bhainon Aur Baition Ko Sajaa Rahe Hain
Aur Main Is Qabar Ko Sajaa Raha Hoon.
Aab Kadam Le Raha Hoon Ghar Vapis.
Kya Kehna Iss Tufan Qayamat Ka
Aab To Barish Bhe Uss Ishq Ke Aankon Ki Chamak Lag Ne Wali Hai.
Kadamain Bhe Khali Aur Aawaara Ho Gaye Hain.
Jo Maza Woh Tha Ghar Vapis Jane Ka
Aab Lag Ne Lag Gaya Hai Zeher.
Ponch Gaya Hoon Aab Ghar
Khamoshiyat Ne Ghar Ko Ghar Bana Liya Hai
Aandhera Bitcha Wa Hai Chadar Ke Tarhan.
Ishq Ke Beghair Ghar Khali Ho Gaya Hai.
Ghar Khud Ban Gaya Hai Aik Qabarestan
Jidhar Har Jaga Yaadein Dafan Hoin We Hain.
Bistar Pe Laita Wa
Samaj Nahi Aati Ke Zamana Kidhar Se Kidhar Chala Gaya.
Aik Wakhat Chor Ke
Aur Dekh Ta Reh Gaya
Mere Ishq Ka Janaza
Posted in India, Islam, Life, Love, Muslim, Pakistan, Personal, Poetry, Punjab, Punjabi, Relationships, Sufi, Sufism, Uncategorized, Urdu
Tagged Ishq, Janaza, Poem, Poet
By Virtue of Loyalty I wish to congratulate my readers on the arrival of the new year. I started this blog one year ago this week and I did not contemplate that it would go so well. My following is small, though growing and I wish I had more time to contribute more posts to it. But as they say, quality is greater than quantity. I know you guys desire more from me and Inshallah this coming year, I shall do my best to add to my little space as much as possible. I thank each and every one of my readers from the bottom of my heart and wish each and every one of you a very happy new year. Please remember me in your prayers and make dua for myself and my family.
Posted in Blogging, Canada, Daily Ramblings, Friendship, India, Islam, Life, Love, Muslim, Pakistan, Personal, Punjab, Punjabi, Relationships, Rubbish, Sufi, Sufism, Thoughts, Urdu
Tagged Greetings, Happy New Year, Holidays
It was on this day today two years ago that a young woman of the age of 24 lost her life. She was run down by a van that was heading down a one way street. She was the city’s first Fatality of 2006. She would have been 27 this January. I didn’t know her. In fact, when this terrible accident happened, I wasn’t even in the country. I only learned about this tragedy when I got back home a month or so after the new year. The nature of this incident rocked our city. In a heartbeat, to every mother and father, she became a daughter. To every brother she became a sister. And to every sister, she became another sister. To those that were blessed with an abundance of friends, she became a friend. And to those that were friendless, she became a friend. On January 1, we all became one. Through the leaving of her soul, we were all connected and came together.
I feel compelled to write about her because more and more we hear about people that die on a day that is supposed to be one of joy and happiness. It signifies the end to old ways and habits. It signifies a fresh new start, a new beginning for everyone on this planet; serving as a sort of landmark on our journey in this life. A day like today should not mark the death of a life, especially as one as vibrant as Raminder’s was. We should all be mindful of the fact that life is something that is inherently fragile. One minute our bodies could be full of life, full of ideas and energy. Our blood could be flowing, heart pumping, neurons firing, cells going through mitosis and meiosis. We could still be in the process of growing both mentally and physically and intellectually. We could be making a difference in a person’s life without even knowing it. We could love and be loved without even knowing it. There could be so much going on that is connected to the rest of the world. And it could all be over, just like that. Thus is the brittle nature of life.
Let Raminder’s life be a reminder to us all that this new year, and every subsequent new year after, live the life that has been given to us to the fullest extent. It is only because Raminder lived her life to the fullest everyday that it is here on this cold December night that a stranger, someone who did not know her is thinking of her.
I know that a central tenant in Sikhism is reincarnation. Let us pray that her soul in a new being makes as much a difference to the world as it did in her old being. May she be united with God.
Raminder K. Dhadda – January 29, 1981 – January 1, 2006
Posted in Blogging, Canada, Christmas, Friendship, India, Islam, Life, Love, Muslim, News, Pakistan, Personal, Punjab, Punjabi, Relationships, School, Sufi, Sufism, Thoughts, Uncategorized, Urdu
Tagged Death, In Remembrance, New Years, Rami, Raminder Dhadda, Sikhism
I woke up today and was shocked to learn about the death of Ontario Teenager Aqsa Parvez. Read about it here. I was going to write a commentary on this whole situation but I found one here on WordPress that is pretty much bang on what I had in mind. It can be found at The Discourses of a Highly Indebted Student. I do, however, want to say this: We are living peacefully in Canada. We are a vital part of Canadian society. Criminal incidents that are related to religion harm all of us, not only Muslims but all Canadians. Given the state of Islam today, these cases make it harder for us to be Muslims in our own countries. I wish people that purported these crimes actually study Islam wholey and not just selectively learn bits and pieces. But now, a daughter is dead, a friend is lost, a family is ruined forever. This young girl will never be a daughter ever again. She will never be a wife. She will never be a mother. She will never be a grandmother. She will never be able to contribute her inherent good to her community, her society, her country.
Innallaha Wa Inna Lillahi Rajioon.
Posted in Blogging, Canada, Current Affairs, Friendship, India, Islam, Life, Love, Muslim, News, Pakistan, Personal, Punjab, Punjabi, Relationships, Religion, School, Sufi, Sufism, Thoughts
Tagged Aqsa Parvez, Hijab, Law, Murder, Ontario
These clips that I am going to share for you here are pure gems. The first artist featured here is Javed Bashir. Currently he is the lead vocalist for the Pakistani band Mekhal Hassan Band. Javed’s dad was a Qawaal himself and so Javed has been exposed to music his entire life. Amazing voice. The first two clips feature a Norwegian folk artist by the name of Sondre Bratland along side Bashir. The last clip features Atif Aslam with a 2kx rendition of Mae Ni Main Kinnu Aakhan. All these clips are from the Oslo Mela 2006 in Norway. Hope you guys enjoy.
Posted in Blogging, Daily Ramblings, India, Islam, Life, Love, Music, Muslim, Pakistan, Personal, Poetry, Punjab, Punjabi, Religion, Sufi, Sufism, Thoughts, Urdu
Tagged 2006, Atif Aslam, Indian Classical Music, Javed Bashir, Mekhal Hassan Band, Norway, Oslo Mela, Raags, Sondre Bratland