Saturday, September 3, 2016






It rarely happens that as soon as you finish a book, you start reading it again from the beginning, This is what happened to me with this book.

Watching me go through some  'metamorphosis' at this time of my life, my son gave this present to me.

It is a genre not known to me from before, the philosophical fiction.

Milan Kundera is a perennial Nobel candidate. He is a Czech national, lived through the vicissitudes of Russian invasion, left the country and is now a French citizen. 

There is a story but then there is the philosophical axis. It is there on every page. You can read any page out of the book. and it will stand alone like a day book. You will get something out of it, even if you have no idea of the story line running along.

It basically is a counter argument to the Nietzsche's concept of  'eternal recurrence of the same'.  
Simply put, Nietzsche put forward a possibility that there can be a limited number of occurrences and in the infinite time, they have to keep on recurring.

Milan argues against that, claiming that the burden of eternal recurrence is very heavy. It will keep the individuals down as they have to carry this burden. As we often say we have the burden (or baggage) of culture, history, religion, family values etc which keep on burdening us as time goes.
Once one is relieved of this burden, life will be very light and easy to handle.

Then he tells a story.
During the whole story, he builds the philosophical argument and the reader slowly falls into the trap of his argument. That is the beauty of the story.

Prague Spring is perhaps the first of the 'Springs'. The Arab Spring in last few years gets its name from Prague Spring. "Spring" because there was a period of political liberalization with the hope of better times to come. It did not happen then and it did not happen with the later 'Springs', including Beijing Spring a decade later and Arab Spring in early 2010's. 

Story itself is based in his home country, former Czechoslovakia, in late 60's and early 70's.  Now a former Soviet bloc country, it was the time when the communists were in charge and Soviets invaded as communists started to think of spring and openness. Result was a total crackdown and a despotic dictatorship. 

It bore a lot of similarities with the time I grew up in Pakistan. Similar kind of totalitarian government, although not communist, but still dictatorial. You see the same application of deep state tactics. We see how a successful professional, a surgeon, gradually goes down the social and economical ladder and in the process, realizes the burden being shed and feels the happiest and lightest towards the end. 

The protagonist's character reminded me of many people around me. I have seen some good friends who started with a good worldly life and then life dealt them a bad set of cards; especially a friend who has lost the privilege to work as a physician and is now a state guest. 

Czechoslovakia was a modern country, socially and economically more advanced than USSR and when the soviets moved in, they faced an advanced and liberated country, including its women. The interaction was interesting and eventually let down the cultural and social level of the nation. It was a more oppressive ideology taking over and dragging the whole culture down with it. Again something which we have seen happen in our backyard in our own lifetime.

A few deep observations I could not resist not to share.

Citing the examples of characters in the novel, he mentions four type of people who long for different set of eyes, which could be a sit in for need to be noticed. 
One, who long for unknown set of eyes. These are the fame seekers, like artists etc. They feel happy that many people know them, even if they are not close to them in real life. They bask in that limelight, even if it they are under real or imagined scrutiny by the secret service and deep state. They thrive in that.  
Second are those who long for many familiar set of eyes. These are people who want to be popular in their own circles. They are the one who throw parties and be sure they are talked about all the times. They are heavily dependent on others for their happiness and have to actively maneuver that popularity. 
Third are those who want to be in the eyes of those few whom they love. They are the lovers, who want to please only the one they love and do not care much about the rest of the world. 
Lastly the fourth type are those who look for the eyes of those who are  not present there. They are in search of ideal and look for approval of their ideal even when no one is looking. They are the dreamers and idealists. 

Another astute observation is about the two type of men who have many relationship with women.
One are those who look for one women in every women. You see that most of their women have many things in common and their friends some times call all of them by the same name. They soon get fed up by one women and move on. They earn the reputation of being unfaithful by their women. 
You can see the examples of these men in people around you.  At least one popular national leader of Pakistan has that trait. All his women look similar in some ways. 
The other type of men are who look at each women in a different way and want to explore that uniqueness about that person. They have more passionate relationship and even when they move one, there is not that sense of abandonment by their women.

Another great quote and I am paraphrasing. If the powerful are too week to kill the week, the week should get strong and leave. 

How you are defined after death is largely dependent upon your heirs, form the inscription on the tomb stone to how and what you felt in the last days of your life. 

Kitsch is excessive sentimentality and thus is considered in poor taste. In its metaphysical meaning is the absolute denial of everything which is unacceptable. We do that in all belief systems. For example, man is created in the image of God but God cannot have alimentary issues ( Intake and output); every thing is best in a Communist society, ( or for that matter, in a religiously devout society) and so on and so forth. Some people dwell in it and others try to run as far away from it as possible. 

And so many more astute observations like that. 

It was pure joy to read the book and recommend to anyone who has not read it and likes the philosophical axis of everyday life experiences

Sunday, May 22, 2016

Visiting Zahid Imran

While waiting in the parking lot, sitting in an old yellow school bus, I watched other visitors board the bus. “No tobacco products, no cell phone, no guns”, was the mantra the bus driver repeated each time a new passenger entered the bus. I was told not to have more than twenty dollars with me, all in singles or in quarters, so that the vending machines can be used. This was the parking lot of the Maxwell Air Base where all the visitors have to park their cars to go to the Federal Prison Camp, a minimal security prison, and wait for the shuttle. My friend who dropped me there noticed that most of the visitors were white. It somehow strengthened his faith in the system, or was it just an observation!

I wanted to be there at 8 in the morning, at the time of the start of visiting hours, so that I can make use of all the time I had but could not be there before 1030.  I had to stay overnight in Atlanta, where I met another friend after seventeen years and could not leave earlier. 

I thought, for how long I knew Zahid Imran. It was early 80’s and as a young idealistic student in medical college at the vulnerable age of 21 during military dictatorship I was involved in student politics at Nishtar Medical College. We, the Liberals, had more than a verbal argument with the pro-government Islamic Jamiat party. As a result, we were on the run from the law enforcement. We found shelter with the fraternal anti-government student group, the Eagles, in neighboring Quaid e Azam Medical College, Bahawalpur, some sixty miles away. That is where I met Zahid Imran. He was a few years senior, very passionate in politics and very cerebral. He had the power to engage you and make it very hard to disagree with him.

We remained in touch for a while. I moved on to Rawalpindi and we both migrated to USA. Years later we met again at one of the APPNA meetings. He was still an activist at many levels. Some fires are never extinguished and things you are passionate keep engaging you. That was true with Zahid Imran.  In his life as a successful psychiatrist and in his more than twenty years of association with APPNA he remained in the vanguard for social justice, rights of the disenfranchised and assisting the needy.

We have worked together on many issues of social justice. In APPNA politics, however we often found ourselves supporting different candidates. That did not come in the way in our mutual work ranging from issues of young physicians, restoration of democracy and justice in Pakistan, opposing military dictators of all stripes, women rights, and prisoners’ rights.

If one doesn’t pay attention to details, things catch up and that is what happened to him, in a nutshell. After more than a decade of locking horns with the feds, he has landed here. He is in this prison for almost two years. Bureaucratic inaction and personal inertia take their time and now I am here to visit him.

Maxwell Air Base is at the location where the Wright Brothers opened a flying school. Many overseas Airforce pilots come here for training. I know one classmate from Pakistan who was here. At the other end from the entrance is the Federal Prison Camp, perhaps on land leased by Airforce to the Bureau of Prisons. All the visitors to the prison have to be prescreened and to undergo background check. A bus takes the visitors from the parking lot to the prison every 15 minutes on weekends, the days of visitation, from 8 to 3.

While waiting in the bus, I recalled often long telephone conversations we had over all these years. The length of calls grew exponentially when he was in the middle of his court battle. He was passionate and convincing that he is right and is being slowly framed. In the end, he realized that he is against the most powerful force on earth which is hell bent on destroying him. He acquiesced.

I was the only ‘brown’ person in the bus. My friend was right. Most were Caucasians. Most were putting up a happy face, kids and senior citizens included. Here was a young mother with a toddler, there were two teenagers with a grandma; mostly people were in a group of two or more. Riding through the Airforce Base reminded me of movies where military base are shown. They don’t look much different from many cantonments in Pakistan, but here you don’t see them in your daily commutes. After going through the base, we reached the camp.  It took a long while to fill the forms and get them cleared.  You sign a paper that you do not have any medicines, explosives, tobacco products, electronic gadgets, telephones, cameras etc.

The computer system was down, and all the applications had to be hand processed. Then there was a door and I entered a long big room, not much different than an airport lounge. People were sitting on leather chairs facing each other with tables in between, and food from vending machines being consumed. And at the other end of the room was a lawn where people were sitting on benches and walking around the inside of the wall. The only difference you notice, between here and elsewhere, is that every group of people had a male with dark green pants and half sleeves shirt; that is the inmate.  It looked real and surreal at the same time.

He was not there. I looked around and then settled for a seat. Later he told me that they do not get any official notification. Each prisoner knows through personal communication that he is getting a visitor so he has to be attentive to the announcement on the loudspeaker that his visitor has arrived.  Otherwise he would miss it. Many of the 800 or so inmates do not get any visitors at all. Most of the inmates in the visitor hall were locals or have local families in the neighboring states.

FPC is a working camp. That means all inmates have to work. In fact they share a nominal amount to pay for their stay. It is 25 dollars for most, for Zahid it is 50 dollars. Monday to Friday, excluding federal holidays, they have to work. Zahid has some health issues but still cannot get away from some kind of manual labor. Currently he is assigned mess duties, and has to clean the tables and serve. That allows him to interact with more people. He had a hard time getting out of the kitchen duties. He has a bunker bed and fortunately he is on the lower level and does not have to climb the bed. There is TV but closed during day times. Fight for the remote is as aggressive as it can be at home with kids, if not more. Some inmates have newspapers delivered and that is how he can read what is happening in the world. Smoking is not allowed in any of the federal prisons. So smokers have extra punishment to deal with. 

They earn money for the work they do in the prison, but feds take a share out of that towards the 40M+ he owes to them.

He came out of the door. Looked just the same, gray thick hair and a bit heavier that I thought he would be. He was in his usual self, full of energy to talk and talk endlessly. He talked most of the time and he was, I think happy about it. He was very thankful to all those who had send his messages through me, which I had forwarded ahead of time to him by email, so that he could think about them and respond in due course of time. He told me about his life inside, his interactions with fellow inmates and the guards. As usual, it seems that he has created an image of himself which is helpful to him but has the potential of putting him in trouble. Any minor offence will add extra time. He gets two months a year break each year for good behavior and is hoping to be out of the prison by the end of 2020.

Going in he lost everything he had. He lost his house, savings, bank accounts, even the life insurance he had, was forcibly surrendered and its cash value taken by the feds. Even if he had liquidated any of his assets in the last ten years, feds could get hold of it as it might be considered an attempt to evade paying the feds.

After coming out of prison, life is not that easy for an ex-felon. You cannot vote, cannot work in many places (federal government may hire you however), and cannot get many public services. One may have restrictions on travel abroad, cannot have a gun (in fact if you are in company of someone with firearms, even if you do not know it, you can be imprisoned), lose parental benefits and jury duty. He had surrendered his license so he may be able to apply for one, but cannot see Medicare and Medicaid patients. He cannot earn more than minimal allowance as he has to pay the 40 Million dollars or so, which keep on adding up on daily basis as the interest keeps on increasing. He tells me that there are over 150 thousand restrictions on felons so they are never free and never become full citizens.

He is not clear what he will do once he is out. He had met people in prison who are passionate about prison reforms. Jesse Jackson Jr was there, he is out now. He would like to get his license back, even he cannot earn much out of it. He keeps himself updated on his field.

It is a minimum security prison, all inmates have less than ten years to go before they can be accepted here. Most are sentenced in so called white collar crimes. Some come here after serving a longer sentence at another place. 

He is hoping to be transferred to a similar facility in Louisiana close to Houston so that his family can easily visit him. For an outsider, it is a long way to be there. Montgomery has an airport but has to be reached though one of the hubs of American Airlines or Delta. Federal officer was surprised to see my NY driver's license.  Most of the visitors are locals.

He gets visits from his family. His wife is in Houston and it is a long trip to be here. After going through all the paperwork, I met him around noon time and had to leave at 3.

All his life he has been in the business of helping people. He is still doing that. He tried to help one by contacting others to come to some kind of rescue. He has no money, he cannot be somewhere for someone, cannot picket outside the symbols of powers like Consulate offices and Congress.

He was not born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but he belongs to what is considered a privileged class. He has always been an "awami", a peoples' person, but no one including him would have predicted that he will be where he is and do what he is doing on daily basis. 

It broke my heart to see all that. I managed to keep smiling. 
He has managed to keep his head high.

His wings are cut but his spirit is still buoyed up.

I visited him on May 14th, 2016

Friday, March 11, 2016

Seeing A Picture On Facebook/ A Poem

Seeing A Picture On Facebook
A Poem

In 1980's I was part of an organization called Proud Pakistani, a group of young men and women with a commitment to make a change . In 1988 I moved to the USA. Recently I saw a picture on Facebook. Thanks to Muhammad Ahmad Abdullah for the photo.

It took me back to those times. It was a time of dreams, aspirations, friendships, commitments, disappointments and betrayals. All these thoughts culminated in this poem. 

I hope that readers able to relate to it. 

Thanks to Rafiuddin Raz Sahib for his guidance in rectifying poetic errors. 

فیس بک پر اک تصویر دیکھ کر

اس  جہانِ مجاز کے  پرچے
ہر ہتھیلی میں پھڑپھڑاتے  ہیں
روز و شب اس میں دوستانِ من
نت نئی سرخیاں لگاتے  ہیں

رنگ و رعنائ کے جریدے میں
ہر گھڑی اک نئی عبارت ہے
کوئ  سنجیدگی  میں ڈوبا ہے
کہیں معصوم سی شرارت ہے

یونہی اک دن ورق پلٹتے ہوئے
ایک تصویر آ کے  ٹھہر  گئی
لے گئی مجھ کو اس زمانے میں
روز ہوتی تھی  اک  امنگ نئی

ایک گاڑی ہے چند لڑکے ہیں
ایک  صحرا ہے قحط سالی  ہے
ایک  تنظیم  کا  حوالہ  ہے
نام  میں کام  میں  نرالی  ہے

اے وطن ہم نے بھی گزارا ہے
وہ زمانہ کہ  خواب بنتے تھے
کہ  معطر رہے  تیرا  جوبن
مرغزاروں سے پھول چنتے تھے

عہدِ ناداں کے خواب ہوتے ہیں
خواہشِ  سرعتِ جواب لئے
ان کی  تعبیر  ہو  تو  سکتی ہے
شرط  ہے وہ  ہزار سال  جئے

ایک احساسِ فرض کے ہاتھوں
تیرا   چہرہ   سنوارنا    چاہا
ہم نے ورژے میں جو کمایا تھا
وہی   قرضہ   اتارنا   چاہا

کسی لاغر کو  آسرا  دے  کر
کسی  بیمار  کو  دوا  دے  کر
کسی  مجبور  کو عصا  دے  کر
کسی مغرور  کو  دعا  دے  کر

وہ  جو  مثلِ ازل اندھیرا تھا
اسے   وہ  ہی   پکارنا  چاہا
اور جب بات بن نہیں پائی
ہم نے  سورج  نکالنا  چاہا

ہم مویشی چرانے  بیٹھ گئے
دل میں تصویرِ وصل  ِ ہیر لئے
پر وہاں   انتظامِ  کیدو تھا
نفسِ کینہ  زبانِ  شیر  لئے

کچھ  جواں فکر  نوجوان ملے
وہ  جیالے شریکِ خواب بنے
ان سے میں نے بھی حوصلہ پایا
اور نئی وسعتوں  کا  باب بنے

کچھ زمانے نے مجھ کو سمجھایا
اور کچھ  راستہ  طویل  ہوا
جو مرے حوصلے بڑھاتا  تھا
رہ بدلنے کی  وہ  دلیل  ہوا

فہرسِ رنج گر ہے طولانی
گریہَ  چند  لا محالہ ہے
زخم جو آ پ نے لگائے ہوں
ان کا درماں ہے نے مداوہ ہے

وقت   اپنا  اثر  دکھاتا  ہے
یونہی  منظر  بدلتا  جاتا  ہے
دھندلکےمیں سجھای کیا دے گا
یاد رکھنابھی بھول  جاتا  ہے

جس کو  ہم  اپنا  عہد سمجھتے تھے
وہ زمانہ  گزار    آیا  ہوں
اور وابستگی ہے غیروں سے
کل میں اپنا تھا اب پرایا ہوں

کام سے جب فراغ ملتا ہے
بزمِ  آوارگی  سجاتا  ہوں
ہے  جہانِ  مجاز کا   پرچہ
ورق پیہم پلٹتا  جاتا  ہوں

کیا  خبر  جادئہ  تحیّر  میں
کوئی  ایسا  مقام  پھر آئے
کوئی تصویر آ کے رک جائے
اور مجھ کو وہیں پہ لے جائے

وہ جو اک وقت ہم پہ گزرا تھا
تیرا   چہرا   سنوارنا   چاہا
اور  ورثے میں جو کمایا  تھا
وہی   قرضہ   اتارنا   چاہا

اپنے موروثی اس فریضے سے
اپنا حصہ نکال  آیا ہوں
بوجھ اسلاف کا اٹھانا تھا
اپنے بچوں پہ ڈال آیا ہوں

ان کو تھا مان اس رفاقت پر
بیچ  پیچیدہ  ایک  موڑ  آیا
وہ  مجھے  مثلِ رہ  نما   سمجھے
میں انہیں  راستے میں چھوڑ آیا

ناصر گوندل
حلقہ اربابِ ذوق
نیو یارک
 2016،  6  مارچ 

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Ghamidi on Ghamidi

Ghamidi on Ghamidi

In Pakistan everybody who watches TV knows Ghamidi. Outside of Pakistan he is perhaps not as well-known as he should be.  Like any one who becomes popular enough,  he has become controversial  enough.

I have not heard or read him enough to make a well informed opinion about him. Whatever I have heard, I can say that he speaks very well, lays out argument in a scholarly way and compels viewers and listeners to keep the dial where it is.  Opinion about him has ranged from a modern scholar, a reformer, a liberal, clever tele evangelist, to outright innovator of religion.  He had to leave Pakistan and now lives in Malaysia, in order to safeguard his ministry and people around him.

Hearing him piecemeal, one gets very bold and provocative statements like sporting a beard is a part of culture, not Islam. 

He limits the role of offensive war to the time of Prophet. War cannot be waged now unless it is in defense or waged by the oppressed. Muslims do not have a duty to form an Islamic state etc.

He has to his credit the first (if not the only) scholar to openly oppose Taliban government in Afghanistan.  

He resigned from the Council of Islamic Ideology basically against the issue of women’s right.

Once talking about nuclear weapons, a source of pride for most Pakistanis, he said that weapons of mass destruction are not compatible with the spirit of Islam and it was our misfortune that we have made those people heroes who have worked on that.

Contemplating on whether to read more by him or not, I was given a suggestion. It was by a dear class fellow of mine, an ardent supporter of his. He suggested Ghamidi’s video message on the home page of new website. 

I am thankful to him as it was immensely helpful in forming an initial opinion about him and his work.

What follows here is my summary of his video lecture, presented as objectively and as honestly as possible by me.  It is followed by my own comments, which are obviously biased.

I give credit to Ghamidi to lay it out in open. He does not let the viewer speculate where he is coming from.  Not everyone in this field may do that. People are here mostly to win as much readership and supporters and may bent the words here and there. I do not see that here in Ghamidi.  

It also helped me know that he is not the person I thought he was.

For a summary of his views presented by a friendly supporter, visit Wikipedia at

Summary of the video:

The human time is divided into two:  The times of the Prophets and the time after that. The time of the prophets ended with the Prophet Muhammad.  Now there is no direct contact with the creator.

So there has to be a party of Muslims to spread the good word, (9:122). That gave rise to the institution of religious scholarship. 

We see these scholars in Companions, the Successors and the Successors of the Successors.  Here the prime source was Quran.

With time things deteriorated. Ghamidi describes them as a tale of two tragedies. 

The first tragedy was that the Quran stopped being the prime source. Four things led to that:

  1. Different Qirats (recitations). Some say from 30 to 10 to 7. People started to say that Quran can be (and has been) recited in a different way than the one being used commonly.
  2. The concept of argumentative logic. If we reach some decision based on our own intelligence, it should take precedence over the perceived interpretation of the words of Quran, meaning that meanings may be hidden and different than what one thinks they are
  3. As it is mentioned in Quran that some verses are clear and others are ambiguous. As it is not clear which is which, one can call any verse as ambiguous.
  4. Hadith became the final word. If a hadith is different from Quran, the verses of Quran have to be interpreted in the light of the Hadith

It all lead to the secondary role of Quran to the above various issues.

Second tragedy:  Infiltration of human thoughts in the core of the religion. After the establishment of Muslim Empire beyond the Arabian Peninsula many non-Arabs were brought in its folds.

  1. It created the need of Ijtihad. It was not a bad thing but these human effort to explain Quran became a part of the religious creed.
  2. The infiltration of Greek, Persian, Indian and Egyptian philosophies in the philosophy of Islam.
  3. Need to use logic to defend Islam  ie Ilm Kilam (Muslim scholasticism).
  4. Infiltration of mysticism. Sufism ie the philosophical minded people tried to reach God directly. Buddhism and Hinduism are examples of that. It was added to Islam. It was very attractive as there is a concept of kashf. 

Ghamidi quotes Ghazali and his seminal work, "Ahya alum" which dominated Islamic thought for almost a thousand years as a carrier of all these influences, including Asharia’s influence, philosophy and the final impact of mysticism.  He  acknowledges in his autobiography 'Muntiqul minal dilal' (deliverance from the error)  and in his book of summary kemia e saadat ( alchemy of success) that he found the final light in tasawwaf.

Ghazali has influenced Muslims for centuries. Shah Wali Ullah subscribed to the same thought process in his 'Huggatul Baligha' and "Tafhimatul ilahiya". Iqbal's "Reconstruction of Religious Thoughts in Islam" carries the same concept. It takes you through three steps iman, fikr and Irfan. 

Ghamidi deplores all these influences. 

There were others who tried to stay the course and presented Islam without any additions. Reference to the famous Hadith recited in every Friday Khutba, "Inna khairul amure awazimuha, wa sharul amure mudisatuha, was kullo bidatun dalalatun wa kullo dalalatin fil naar"   Good things are the firm (original) ones, and Bad things are those introduced later on. And everything introduced later (in religion) is innovation. And every innovation is a deviation, and every deviation is bound to Hellfire.

Here Ghamidi praises the example of Ibe Tayemah who said that Ghazali entered the belly of philosophy and never came out of it. Tayemah's student Ibn Qayyum has a great stature in this regard also

Big names from both sides have been in the last two centuries also

Then Ghamidi takes us through his personal journey. When he started to learn his first inclination was with the first school of thought i.e., philosophy, history, Sufism, fikr and Irfan. At some point he realized something was wrong. If he wanted to make a statement personally he could have done that through ilm and irfan,  but if he wanted to say anything related to God, it could only come from God as what He has relayed through his prophets

That is when he met his teacher Amen Ahsan Islahi (himself influenced from Imam Hamidduin Farahi). Ghamidi commits himself to be a part of this educational and reformist tradition.

He is in the process of fulfilling his duty by setting three priorities.

First priority :
To have a tafseer of Quran based on the prominence of Quran on everything including philosophy, hadith and mysticism.
Tadabarul Quran of Amin Islahi is one such book. He thought that the translation was not good enough and the personal views of the writer were interfering. So he wrote Al Bayan, with a new translation and new notes. It is almost finished

Second Priority: 
To explain what is Deen.  That is reflected in the book which  took 17 years to write : Meezan
According to Ghamidi, it is comparable to Ghazali's Ahyae alum, Shah Waliullah's huggatul baliga and Moududi's Islami nizam e zindagi,  He claims he has presented a correct explanation of religion but admits it is a human effort and he could be wrong.

Third priority
Now Ghamidi wants to do work on Hadith. While acknowledging the great Hadith tradition, he wants to sift the true representative words of the Prophet from the impurities.Dirayat (critical analysis of text) is needed.

My Comments:

According to Ghamidi Quran has to be interpreted as it is. Role of any explanation of Quran including the words of the Prophet, knowledge about history and philosophy, and human argument, should be secondary. If anything seems to be a contradiction, one has to let all other sources of knowledge take a back seat.  

For me what is hard to accept is the relegation of human intelligence and power of argument to the bottom. Basically he is agreeing with the traditional stand that if you have trouble being at ease with someone in the Book, it is your problem.

He speaks against Ghazali and that may sound exciting. He puts Shah Wali Ullah and Iqbal in the same category.  They all incorporate knowledge, philosophy, ilm and Irfan as the ways to reach God.

The person who stands out for praise in Ghamidi’s eye is Ibn Tayemma, and his student.  Ghamidi’s own influence is Hamiduddin Farahi and his Amin Islahi both emiment khair muqalid scholars.

In essence, he may come across as a modernizer, who wants clean the religion as it is today from the effects of human contamination over a thousand and a half years. In doing so, he looks like a reformer who speaks against many innovations in the religion and wants to take it back to its pristine source.

But in doing so he brushes aside any role of human intelligence and  logic. If something bothers you and you have difficulty understanding or believing in it, Ghamidi is not there to help.

In effect, if we live long enough to see a world free of all the militant fundamentalists and there is all peace, it will be Ghamidi and his followers who be the flag carriers of conservatism.

So, in closing, here are my conclusions. I may be totally wrong.

If you are someone who wants a peaceful and tolerant Islam, and want to get rid of many ills it carries as it is practiced today, Ghamidi is one you should listen to.

But if you believe in the supremacy of human intellect and accept or reject ideas and creeds based on reason and logic, you may find one day Ghamidi standing in your way.

Saturday, November 14, 2015

I Miss You Abbaji

Today is the 21st death anniversary of Abbaji.
I wrote the following two years back. I am posting it again with minor changes.

May his soul rest in eternal peace.

The more I grow older the more I realize what a guy he was.
Carefree, funny, witty, caring, sensitive and honest.

He was unable to achieve many worldly goals.
In fact he settled for a lot less than what was expected of him by his family.

He was content with what he had. 
What he did not have did not seem to bother him.

Always managed to bring some fruit on daily basis on his way home. 
We always had sweets at home.
Perhaps that is why mother always thought he had more than he actually had.

When mother got sick, he took care of her for a long time, assisting her in all activities of daily life.
She perhaps did not know that he was not that well either.

He never let me know what problems and humiliation he had to go for me for my issues with the authorities.

He made sure all of us siblings knew if either of us were unaware of the expectation of the others.
Worked behind the scenes to keep us together.

He was a good man. 
Wish I had known him more when he was around.

I miss you Abbaji.
Be Well.

Monday, October 19, 2015

Muharram 6th, 61 AH

Tradition has it:

Shimr ordered that Hussain's party should leave the river bank and pitch their tents away from it. 

Abbas and others refused, but Hussain told them to comply and move tents about 200 yards away. 

River bank was immediately occupied by the Kufan soldiers.

Hussain's 'Army':

Some say 72, among them were men of over 80 and children of 13 and 11 and even a 6 month old baby. 

The youngest son of Hussain was only a month old when he left Madina 5 months back.

خیمے سے نکلے شہ کے عزیزان  خوش خصال
جن میں کئی تھے حضرت خیر النسا کے لال

قاسم سا گلبدن ، علی اکبر سا خوش جمال
اک جا عقیل و مسلم  و جعفر  کے نونہال

سب کے رخوں کا نور سپہر بریں پہ تھا
اٹھارا آفتابوں کا غنچہ زمیں پہ  تھا  

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Hakim Sanā'ī

Not much is known about Hakim Sanai. He lived in early 12th century and had profound impact on later day poets including Attar and Rumi. He hailed from the present day Afghanistan 

Urdu poetry owes a lot to Persian traditions. 
Naeem Ahmed Rathore, General Secretary of Halqa e Arbab e Zauq NY  presented a paper on Hakeem Sanai' creative work. It is a treat to read it. The pdf version of the paper is available on Facebook at the link. Click Here