Mother

`` Mother `` and `` B`naam-e-Maut ``

Simple but inspiring !

re: Temporal

Thanks!

Ciao

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temporal,

Mother said a great deal in just a few words.....

write on!

Ras

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dostsahib narazgi kaisi! balki aapki shikayat karni paRegi i-ji say;)

aapki query ka jawaab Jawab Yahan Hay

temporal saheb#9
Itti si baat pe naraaz ho gaye? Actually, my querry was to complete my understanding rather than question your translation.

ferzi:

…guess you read cipram wrong…have written enough about that already!

Shall leave `Mother` alone for the structural necessity...…thank you:)

`Clouds 11`...nice imagery, but ``across the eyes` horizon`` and ``down the supine spine`` read heavy. …hard to avoid the hissing s…but…there was/is more to the supine spine…specially when one pauses to think whose tears are flowing down whose spine…and supine one at that!…

`Mirror of Truth` is vintage you, simple and profound...``shattered, each piece valued, possessed for the truth it deflected``...…glad you enjoyed the many ramifications of possessed…and deflected… in an earlier version i had it as reflected but changed it to make it more potent…

…re: To Death…have already admitted in my reply to dost-mittar…and perhaps i should not have used the italics…i must be thinking of urdu while transcreating…wish had better command!…

…aapki saza muqarrara waq’t per milaygi aapko;)…waada raha!

bspnd

t

dost…sar e taslim khum:)…it is a pity that i don’t have enough command over either urdu or english…i agree fully…the english version lacks and does not do full justice to the urdu one…

Sucheta…i agree that whatever we become as an adult is directly attributed to the home and nourishment …both physical and mental…provided by our parents

storyteller…like those two and the clouds…which has escaped scrutiny thus far…perhaps for the better

urstruly & MBZI thanks

rgds/lve

t

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(long post)

cipram:

…first my deep felt condolences on the passing away of your father…

you say: Did we respect our mothers when they were alive?
Mother is always homeless.when she is unmarried,lives in father` home and after marriage,husband`s home .but still she loves every one.

…i think i get your drift…but since am not very sure i would give you two answers a personal and a general:

…personally…yes…i did respect her very much…her earthly wisdom, sensibility, sensitivity…and the calm way she withstood the nonsense that we may have hurled her way while growing up…compared to other siblings we were closer…she was my confidant and friend…and yes i miss her!

…at a general level …and i think this is where your thrust was…mother as representative of pakistani womanhood…as a woman, sister, daughter in today’s pakistan is an abominable travesty…a travesty of …(am pausing here: heck what do i write?)…a woman there is a travesty of all that is right, moral, religious…(see you started me on this)…to be a woman is worse than being a pet animal…(readers: note am talking about the average woman)…

…what with kangaroo courts .. also known as panchayats, jirgas, whatnot…women’s are routinely traded, bartered, ignored…rape her, murder her, make her walk naked through the bazaar…heck do anything with her…and they make sure the long arm of the law will remain beyond its reach for the culprits…this is too sickening to even attempt a feeble mock laughter…

…we read stories…we listen to friends talking…we hear what strangers say … and we get sick…where is Muhammed (saw)?… where is God? Khuda? Allah?…

…where did His message got distorted so badly?…

…yes cipram, i understand what you are saying …this is what I wrote on april 1 in the ilog

… i can offer some generalizations…which should be taken with perhaps more than a grain of salt;)…

…the society across the divide is fragmented…really divided…and ‘ghettoisation’ starts at the very bottom and works all the way to the top…islam is not the uniting force at it may seem to an outsider… it is used as a whip-all to serve self-interests…that was a digression…to return…the discrimination that starts at the very bottom works its way up…including the cool-aired…seemingly sanitized work environment saminaw alluded to…and as an almost predictable fall-out of that the muslim women finds herself at the lowest end of the totem pole…from the lowest strata of the society to the highest… sure as a starry eye saminaw found out in her first job…the manifestations of respect and tolerance were just outward displays…when the push comes to shove…she was perhaps startled to discover what she knew all along…that she was a woman, a religious minority, a local educated lady…and consequently at the lowest rung of the totem poles…where every male passerby can take pleasure in kicking or slapping her behind…

…perhaps you can see the relevance of the treatment of women in the context of what I discussed earlier in terms of muslims being short on tolerance…having no respect for education...for fellow human beings…the only thing we muslims…specially the paksitani muslims are good at is ……

Pointing Fingers

satta-watta, karo-kari
malignant cancers they carry
it’s easy to blame others
feudals, beards we finger
we come up with pathetic gem
“it is never us always them.”

born of women we trash them
at every chance we condemn
we ignore the inner cancer
religion nor psyche answer
we have no character, no will
behind veil of honour we mill
in search of a glory past
wondering why it did not last
we regress behind that era
to the jehalat’s chimera
my brothers in islam soon
in this urge to spit at moon
we’ll be burying our daughter
and women we will slaughter

forget others, lay this blame
on you and me without acclaim

will reply others later, thanks for your comments

Great tribute to all mothers

temp:

A very dear friend recently told me, ``You are lucky to have her.`` He was talking about Ammi and I said, ``No, she is lucky to have me...`` I asked her which of the statements was truer and she said the second...this only means that the first is more true, in fact the truest.

That is the reason I do not agree with cipram`s words, ``Mother is always homeless...`` A mother is the home.

Now to the poems...even with my rudimentary knowledge of Urdu, I feel they are more cryptic and even more poignant. If you will permit some specific comments (try and contest that!)...

Shall leave `Mother` alone for the structural necessity...

`Clouds 11`...nice imagery, but ``across the eyes` horizon`` and ``down the supine spine`` read heavy.

`Mirror of Truth` is vintage you, simple and profound...``shattered, each piece valued, possessed for the truth it deflected``...(``aaina mujhey dekh ke hairaan sa kyon hai...``)...

`To Death`...Read the Urdu version and see for yourself whether you have done any justice to the English. Don`t mean to sound harsh, but you have to get rid of this need to italicise points you wish to stress...I think a smart reader will realise the irony of ``death proud of her eternal life``. Even a duh like me got it :-) And again you have gone and used ``raison d`etre`` in a poem...nahin, nahin...I know I usually avoid such remarks, but two poets are the exception.

``nobody eulogises Death anymore``...you just have! (And since you are an avid reader of ilogs, save one late lamented specimen, you should know that death is invariably a subject for epistles.)

Ab sazaa-e-maut suna do...ya phir, send me a Mother`s day card ;)

ly,
F

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T,

Mother....

Missed at the most unexpected times..

like when you cradle your own child

when you look over at your own child sleeping.

and also when no body else in the world seems to understand

that despite everything, you very often have nothing..

and thats when you need her..

with all her frailties
without her lack of sensitivities that you promised will never be yours..

and in the mirror you see her face looking back..

with all her fears and insecurities..

and no words to describe them

Mother

our root, our anchor

the one that we fought the most against..

Thanks T

beautifully written! `mirror of truth` and `to death` were my favourites.