Qabooliat ki ghari

Agar aap ko yaad ho to is blog pe main ne ‘parapsychology’, ‘meta-physics’, ‘spiritualism’, ‘new age’ wagera wagera se apni dilchaspi ka zikar kiya tha (here). Us ki asas (origin) zindagi ka aik aesa waqiya tha jo meri zindagi ki awwal awwal yadoN main se aik hai. Us waqt meri umar koi 6 baras hogi.

Amma hame magrib ke waqt masjid main darse-quran ke liya bheja kertiN. Sabaq se pehle hum masjid ki peechli sirhiyoN se masjid ki chat(roof) pe bhaga kerte. Un sirhiyoN ke neeche mayyat le jaane ke liye lakri ka aik khubsurat janaza parha rehta. Hum masjid ki peechli sirhiyoN pe charte huwe us janaze ko dekha kerte. Kabhi kabhi use dekh ke aik hulka sa dar bhi lagta. Aik roz kehlte huwe hamare saath ke aik bachhe ne kaha, ‘main marne ki acting kerta hun, tum log mera janaza banao’..hum sab ‘janaza janaza’ kehlne lage aur woh bachha lakri ke us khubsurat taboot main mayyat ban ke so gaya. Kuch der baad maulvi saab ne hum sab ko wahan se daant ke bhaga diya.

Dusre din woh larka mar gaya!

School se ghar aa ke woh bistar pe leta aur phir wapas nahi uttha!

Us waqiyeh ne mere andar maut ka aik ajeeb khauf bitha diya. Main taayi amma ke ghar therne jata to unke ghar raat ko ghup andhera rehta aur main para para sochta rehta ke, kiya qabar ke andar bhi itna andhera hota hoga…Is dar se nikalte nikalte mujhe bohat waqt lag gaya aur phir jesa ke main ne likha tha ke zindagi ka aik beshtar hissa main ne is dasht ki sayyahi main guzara! …

Hamari dadi kehti thin ke….. magrib ke waqt aik ghari qabooliyat ki aati hai. Us ghari dil ya zaban se nikli koi baat poori ho jaati hai.

Us bachhe ki maut aik ittafaq thi ya phir dadi amma ki baat sahi thi ke, qabooliyat ki ghari, us bachhe ke dil se nikli maut ki aarzoo poori ho gai

Allah behtar jaanta hai….

Umar's take on Hajj

Umar's parents are from Pakistan but he is born and raised in USA. He is a very handsome chap and a very smart surgeon. Certainly, one of the most eligible bachelor! Umar and I always communicate in English. Even, if I speak urdu he replies in english. I always thought that his urdu may not be good as he is Pakka ABCD.

Aaj sham main hospital ki elevator main daakhil hua to.... umar was standing there. His head was shaved....Main ne kaha: "are ye kiya ho gaya? tumhari 'tind' kiun nikal aayi"...He informed me that he is just back from Hajj.

Main ne kaha: "Yaar Umar! aik baat batao. Is it true that Hajj is really such a spiritual experience that you can't describe in words or is it just something hyped and exaggerated by muslims"

Umar replied: "Its very true. The impact of spiritual enlightment can't be described. I was like in outer world watching my whole life in a single glance. Money and career, even family seems like a bubble to me....."And than very first time in 2 years, he spoke to me in very clear urdu: "Hajj ke baad aadmi apna nahi rehta".

Main ne poocha: " Agar main tum se poochun ke, sirf aik lafz main batao ke Hajj se tumhe kiya mila to kiya kaho ge?"

Umar ne jawab diya: "Sabar. Manasike Hajj kuch aese hain aur phir duniya ki aarzi zindagi ka aehsas kuch itna ziyada hota hai ke wapas aa kar bari jaldi sabar aa jata hai. Woh aik lafz hai sabar"

Man who was not the father

From one of my favourite blogger karrvakarela

".....Or the man who, even when he found out at the time of transplant that he wasn't the father of his daughter, still took care of her. Her own mother abandoned the child but this man stayed with her, steadfast until the very end. The girl died in his arms..."

Read full post here

Crowd Psychology - Group Sex

(The following post may carry offensive content, though I tried not to be graphic)

What shocked me most was the presence of Fang in that house!

Crowd psychology is one of the most vital phenomena in any human society. Once a crowd starts walking on a single thinking path, it creates such a powerful energy that it can move mountains. This is the same crowd psychology that brings revolutions. It is like a Vaccum, which sucks in people's minds, and they lose their power to have objective thinking. It is a most extreme and collective form of conscious hypnotism. A similar thing rolls out from stereotyping to most brutal ethnic genocides!...

One of our fellow residents was getting married to a fellow resident girl. A Bachelor party was planned for guys at a nude bar, and girls gathered at one of the girl's houses. Guys joined girls after their party. They all were drunk, and one person's idea of Tom Cruise's 'eyes wide shut mask' led to group sex thingy. These were wild people, but when I saw Fang taking the black fold off her eyes as she received a cell phone call from her mother, I was shocked to find her there - rising from an act of sin. Fang was Chinese and was one of the most pretty, graceful, reserved, and, I thought, a very conservative breed. I guess under crowd psychology, she was carried away in the storm of sex, sin, and alcohol.

Keeping senses sane in the middle of the madding crowd is one of the hardest things, and may Almighty protect all of us from it!

P.S. The above was not a pleasurable memory but very disgusting. I do not find the idea of group sex appealing anymore.

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Sir Jazakallah!

Jab hum aathween (8th class) main the to hamare islamiyat ke aik ustad dusri school se transfer ho ker aaye. Naam to unka Sir Manzar tha magar jald hi woh school main Sir Jazakallah ke naam se mashoor ho gaye, kiunke woh har baat pe Jazakallah kehte the. Aik din main period ke beech main bathroom se aa raha tha ke unhon ne mujhe rok ke poocha: "Mian barkhurdar! ye period ke beech main kahan ghum rahe ho?" 

Main ne kaha: "Sir bathroom se aa raha hun" Woh bole: "Jazakallah" 

Main ne class main aa ker ye baat dostoN ko sunayi aur hum poora din unka mazaq urate rahe aur baat be baat pe aik dusre ko jazakallah bol bol ke haste rahe. Mere bare bhai cricket gazab ki khelte the. Itni shandar batting kerte the ke mohalle main 'Clive Lloyd' ke naam se mashoor the. Unke saath main bhi poora din jhulsa dene wali garmi main cricket khelne ghumta rehta. Aik aesi hi garmi ki dophar main shadeed dehydration ke baais mujhe 'kidney stone' ka aesa dard uttha ke nani yaad aa gai. Jub bhi peeshab kerne jaata aesa azar hota ke Allah ki panah! Us din Sir Jazakallah bohut yaad aaye. 

We take life's so many blessings as granted. Even having a healthy excreta is a blessing. Jazakallah!

On 'Bakra' Eid

The following is another controversial piece I received (from another gentleman) on Baqar Eid. Again I am posting here to demonstrate different thinkings people have on different issues.

"For most of the last night I was kept up by the bleating bakra in my neighbor's backyard. Had a fitful nights sleep at best and woke up in the morning to a cascade of children running around the aforementioned bakra. Clearly all these children were entirely excited about the impending gruesome death of the bakra. Gruesome meaning having its throat slit without any care of pain and watching its blood flow out while the poor animal gasps its last breaths. And yes, children standing around enjoying the spectacle. No wonder these children grow up to become adults that enjoy killing. So, why we as Muslims are surprised that our children grow up to be killers that enjoy killing (suicide bombers)?"

A note on Hajj

The following is a forwarded email about one's view on Hajj. This is controversial but I found it very interesting.

"....I would strongly condemn the ban on the non muslim to enter the Haram(kaaba). I think it should be open to everyone. Its beacuse the basic focus of Quran is on An'naas and not Muslaymeen. There are more ayah with 'Ya'ayuhannaso' compared to 'Ya'ayuhal momayneen'........"

A story of a bad marriage

(As described by a friend) 

 Sometimes a lousy marriage is worse than a broken marriage. My parents divorced after 25 years of marriage. It is strange, but I knew that my mother was never happy in this marriage. My father was a 'malang type aadmi.' He was not a very social type. He was not a very presentable person. On the same note, he was not a very expressive or a romantic soul. I am not sure; he even realized that - the woman who lives and sleeps with him is unhappy. My mother wanted to love and companionship out of marriage. My father looked at the wedding as a family-making thing. Unfortunately, they both were blind to each other!

That day my father was at work. My mother was furious at home. She was packing her stuff to move out to her brother's (my mama) place. She was angry as my father could not vibrate like other men in a family 'dawat,' and one woman taunted her about my father's appearance. I tried to stop my mother.

I said: "aap khud unko bata ke chali jao".

She said: "Nahi! tumhi unhe bata dena".

Main ne kaha: "Ma! ruk jao. Is tarah to ghar mat toro".

Ma didn't answer. I asked her again, 'are you sure about leaving dad?' She said yes, and moved out.

My father was not even able to express any emotions that night. The only thing he said on the table as I warmed the dinner in the microwave was, 'who will take care of me now?'

I wish my mom had left this relationship when she knew she was unhappy. We are three losers like points of a triangle - still together but living differently. Nothing works if the heart gets a block in marriage and feelings go dead.

Meri Ma ne 25 baras koshish ki ke uska dil maan jaaye, magar ye dil saala bara ziddi aur harami hai - ye kab kisi ki sunta hai. Mere Baap ne 25 baras poori imandari se ghar banane aur chalane ki koshish ki. Apna pet kaat ke hamari khawaishat ki dozakh bharta raha. Woh sochta tha, main kum khauN, kum pehnuN magar mere biwi bachhe khush rahe. Magar woh nadaan kahin se sirf woh 2 lafz nahi la saka jo kisi aurat ke dil ko mom(wax) ker de !

Ye dil ka muamla saala bara harami hai!

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On Health, Diseases & being a Doctor

Being a physician, I learned that there are 2 kind of patients. One, who bring disease to themselves by bad habits like tobacco, alcohol, drugs etc. Others are those unfortunates, who develop disease for known (hereditary, gentic, enviromental etc) or completely unknown reasons.

Meri residency ka third year tha....I was on research elective...is liye.....nobody was expecting me in hospital for regular work...... Chicago main sardiaN urooj pe thin. Mujhe shadeed 'upper respiratory tract infection' huwa huwa tha. Aik subah meri aankh khuli to mujhe aehsas huwa ke....I cannot move my muscles at all. I realized that either I have developed acute myopathy, Guillain-Barré syndrome or somekind of acute polyneuropathy (or may be catatonia).....Main ne haath uthane ki koshish ki magar nahi utha paya. Gardan bhi nahi ghuma paya...Main phir so gaya...yunhi pare pare bimari ki halat main 2 din guzar gaye. Kubhi aankh lag jaati, kubhi raat main khirki se december ki chandni takta rehta aur kubhi samjhta aalme-khawab main hun. Do din baad haaton main kuch jaan mehsoos hui to main ne mattress ke paas pare phone pe speed dial ka button push kiya aur dost ko kamzor awaz main suratehaal bayan ki......To make story short, I remained in hopital for a week, responded to Plasmapheresis, got better and went on with my life.

Magar un do dinoN ne mujhe saari zindagi ke liye ye sikha diya ke aik bimar aadmi jo mahinoN bimari ke alam main bister pe para rehta hai, kis azab se guzarta hai. Ye sach hai ke pehle mujhe patients pe gussa aa jata tha. Us din se nahi aata.

It sounds simple, but health is the highest blessing. Health is for sure the biggest wealth. And there is a reason, at the end of the day - I come home with a sense of pride and satisfaction - ke- I made atleast a little difference in someone's life today!

A note on names

One of my weakness is that: "I am very bad in remembering names" - and I have paid for it many times. This is so basic that every human loves his name and I usually forgets people name unless I have to interact with them on regular basis. I assure you, if you learn to remember and pronounce people's name correctly, pepole will remember you more than you deserve.