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While There is Light

Tariq Mehmood’s novel , While There is Light, impresses Mike Phillips

Courtesy: The Guardian-UK

While There is Light
by Tariq Mehmood
220pp, Comma, £7.95

The novel opens with a sentence from a letter written by Saleem, a young Muslim on remand in Leeds. “Mother, I am now in jail, in this bitch of a country called England. I may never see you again.” Continue reading

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Poem: Waris Shah Vs Aitzaz Ahsan

by Bradistan

Waris Shah Vs. Aitzaz Ahsan

(In the Court of Supreme Judge ALLAH The Almighty)

A Tribute to Late Amrita Pritam

aaj aakhaaN Aitzaz nuuN

aaj aakhaN AITZAZ AHSAN nuuN, kitoN Chamber vichchoN bol,

te aaj kitab-e -Knoon daa koii aglaa varkaa phol

ik Uthyaa sii Wada Kanoon Daan, tuuN likh likh maare Byaan,

aaj SWAT DE Dhiyaan rondiaa, tainuN Aitzaz Ahsan nuN kahen

Jaag dardmandaaN diaa dardiaa, Jaag Pakistani Jaag Continue reading


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Obituary:Javad Nurbakhsh- A Sufi Soul

A leading Iranian Sufi, he was also a noted psychiatrist, author and medical clinic director

The master of a branch of the Nimatullahi order of Sufism in Iran, Dr Javad Nurbakhsh not only furthered the cause of his religion, but was also one of the country’s leading psychiatrists. When the upheavals of the Iranian revolution in 1979 caused him and many others to emigrate, he continued to organise the practice of Sufism abroad till his death in Britain at the age of 81.

Sufism is the mystical tradition within Islam whose followers – Sufis, or dervishes – espouse a religion of love based on poetry, music, and utilising various esoteric contemplative practices, the most important of which is a type of interior prayer of the heart known as dhikr, practised privately. Sufis consider service to society and one’s fellow man to be the supreme form of worship, so ethics is also very important in Sufi discipline. The Sufi centre for worship, and thus social integration, is the khanaqah, a rather private place that shares some features with the European monastery, where Sufis gather for weekly meetings for meditation, chanting of Sufi poetry, and prayer. Thus it differs from the mosque of mainstream Islam, which, traditionally being state-funded, is often more associated with political authority. Continue reading

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Meditations: On Love

Shaheryar Ali

Iss Shert pe khelon gi piya pyar ki baazi

Jeeto’n tu tujhe pao’n, haar’on tu piya teri

The question of Love is one of the most profound questions which has preoccupied human thought and the wisest of thinkers for thousands of years. What is Love, it’s still impossible to define Love, its one those concepts which defies every attempt of a rational conquest. With the age of advanced logic and analytical philosophy, every attempt was made to conquer love, to reduce it to an emotion, every analysis ends in a contradiction. The different shades of love were converted into types and subjected to rigorous analysis, using the most advance models knowledge available, Eros, Agape and many other forms of Love were identified and explained. But every Love, every manifestation of it showed combination of these types, the Erotic attraction, the seduction parallels extreme devotion and urge to care for the loved ones, the extreme devotional love, weather for God or for children or parents can be shown to have a sexual character. The attempts by the wise to combine the models, appears un-tasteful to say the least, a review of literature shows that in the Analytical Model , literature has appeared which implies the only difference between what is called “Friendship” and “Love” is “sex” that is “act of sex”.[Thomas] Does friendship lacks Love? . Or does Love lack “friendship”.

Problem gets worse if one tries to analyze the “discourse” of human relationships. Eros has been declared the “original” Love, but those with whom one makes a “romantic relationship”, are called “boy friends” or “girl friends”. Where does the distinction go now? Continue reading

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With a billion stars all around

A craven capriccio in watercolour on papier mâché

i caught you napping in the office yesterday. You don’t know that i did. (i didn’t want to embarrass you.)

You were slumped in your plush recliner — snoring gently — head back — Pert Plus hair a mess — pert nose pointing towards an emulsion sky — sallow cheeks glowing — gloating eyes shut — crow’s feet out for a leisurely stroll in the park. Your nail-bitten hands, ordinarily hotbeds of nervous energy, lay cupped in your lap, palms upward, as if tenderly cradling a pair of soft, warm chickadees.

i stood silently at the door to your room, mouth open, loopily drinking in the pleasing scene. Able, for the first time since i think i fell in lust with you, to stare longingly, and for long, at your Continue reading


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six of one, or half a dozen of the other

a (hopefully non-contagious) rash of versificationings by kinkminos

to know i’m not

i can’t say why
i can’t say how
i can’t say who’s
behind me now
i can’t be held
for things i’m not
to who or why or where or what
it’s who i am i know
not who i’m not

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dimetrically opposed

don’t drink of me twice
cos this once i just might Continue reading


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grain of sand


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a granite rock ensconced on a peak
aloof, majestic, on top of the world
fell in love with a coquettish cloud
floating miles from ocean
spreading shadow-relief
over parched fields and plains
hiding in its bosom water, sound, fury and Continue reading


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