THE SHADOW OF EVIL OVER PAKISTAN AND NIGHTMARES,
THE WILL TO ERADICATE WITH MANY BUT STRENGTH NONE
I was born in Pakistan and I have lived in Pakistan. I have never seen such anarchy prevailing in all my life. The acceptance and flourishing of Evil has become routine. The physical terror at one place, the economic terror is itself frightening in its dimensions. With compassion and empathy I look at oppressed people, and I wonder how people in power can live with that shame. A phrase coined long ago still exists that LATAON KAY BHOOT BATAON SAY NAHI MANTAY. Who will kick these evil mongrels? We wait and wait and we feel ashamed of ourselves for not being in a position to do that good for society. We are hurting the trust of Allah in humans destiny to ultimately do good. The priests frighten the citizen with Quranic uncertified concepts of QABAR KA AZAB. The living under these malignancy itself is an azab. Leaving the Quranic concepts is an unimaginable evil.
To eradicate evil, the Quran commands listening to its verdict. Freedom cannot be taken away from an individual for even a moment. That is why there is no concept of prisons in Islamic values. No one has the right to curtail freedom of another. Islamic punishments are not barbaric but deals with misfits in manner which the misfits can understand. The prevalence of those punishments rid society of evil. Those who terrorize society, should be terrorized in reverse. Yes, President Zia ul Haque did a wonderful thing of PUBLIC HANGINGS. It reduced evil. The Army with hanging of the terrorists itself is beneficial for society. But hang not just those who do it at behest of others. Hang those too who mastermind these things. Obvious shame to those lobbies who continue to rave for mercy for these evil mongers. Cleansing the society of evil is required all the time. An unending struggle. It is time to bring Umarian (Hazrat Umar Blessings) principles back into play, to erase the Machiavellians of society.
How cheap those people addicted to their sins not finding time to have compassion for fellow human beings? Pakistan is rising! Do not just hang the terrorist, hang those who support terrorism. Make our country a peace haven again.
THE RANSACKING OF OLD FORT WILLIAMS BY SIRAJ UD DAULA
THE BLACK HOLE OF CALCUTTA AND DEATH OF 133 BRITISHERS
The armies of Nawab Siraj ud Daula and the British were engaged in war and supremacy in India. In the conflict the army of Nawab annihilated Old Fort Williams in 1753. 146 British army officials and citizens sought refuge in an underground shelter and the old fort had fallen on it. The room was a small on and served by only two small windows. Most of the besieged persons died in the night. When the fort was demolished completely, the site of the prison basement was lost.
Many people wanted to recover that site and lay out its plan.Lord Curzon thought it necessary to isolate the location and built a memorial on it, fenced by an iron railing. On it an inscription was written in black marble. It said:
The marble pavement below this spot,
Was placed here
Lord Curzon, Viceroy and Governor General of India
To mark the site of the prison in Old Fort Williams
Known as the Black Hole
In which 146 British inhabitants of Calcutta
Were confined on the night of the 30th June, 1756
And from which only 13 came out alive.
When Bengal was lost first, and last was Punjab. The British failed in Afghanistan even then. The rest is history. The concept of MIR JAFFERS started at that time. Today we can even have other names for them, and eventually we will start using fresh names for people who are traitors to their country and nation.
REMEMBERING A NERVE SHATTERING DAY IN OUR LIFE
17TH JANUARY 1975, THE DEATH OF CHUGHTAI ARTIST
There were four persons in the house on 17th January, 1975. One the wife, Begum Kishwar Iqbal Bano, the brother Abdur Raheem, Chughtai; a servant Arshad Sadoqi Bangla and myself. Abdur Raheem Chughtai died in 1992, Begum Kishwar Bano died in 2006, Arshad Sadoqi Bangla died in 2017 and only I am left to recount that terrible day in our life. So some feelings should always be recorded for posterity.
Those days were tension ridden. Chughtai was sick and rather there being some known sickness, it was a double edged weapon of hope and hopelessness. The artist had literally lost hope. He could not sleep in the night. Much to our annoyance, he would ask his brother for a sleeping pill to sleep at night. The pill had lost effectiveness. He was awake in the night, sleep in the day. I used to be terribly frightened that he would get up in the night, not seek any help from his wife and could fall down and injure himself. And that is what actually happened one day. He lost consciousness for some time and we were in a state of panic. But with him awake, I too was literally awake all night. A noise from his side and I would call my mother to beware that he is awake and trying to get up. My father tried this best to get up noiselessly so that both of us should not be disturbed and always got amazed that with little noise of the slippers, I would be awaken to sound a warning. Those were that kind of days.
On 17th January, in the morning he sent for me. He wanted to shake hands with me and he would not let go of my hand. It took me a while and I understood. He was sure that he was dying and was saying good bye to me in his own terms. This is a term used by Dr Allama Iqbal on 20th April, 1938, midnight with him, and Dr Allama Iqbal would not let go of the hands of Chughtai artist. I literally reprimanded him, not to lose hope. I asked him to get some coffee and he would feel better. But he was not feeling well.
In the evening my uncle and I went in my car to Multan road, to fetch the doctor son in law of artist Sardar Muhammed, a dear friend of the artist. The doctor was busy and taking his time. We hurried back and when we were near the house, I saw a light on in the verandah, which is never on. Arshad the servant was standing there and rushed down. MIAN SAHIB HAS DIED. My uncle rushed up and I calmly locked the car, and went to my room, and sat down, with my back to the wall. Thinking about what has happened and what we are going to do now? No money with my mother, no money with me and all the property and things in utter mess. A kingdom had fallen down, and carving a new kingdom was not a joke. All night I was awake and quivered with fright. The artist had left a responsibility and I could only wonder about the future. But that is another story for another time.
A HINDU FRIEND OF M.A. RAHMAN CHUGHTAI
RAVISHANKAR RAVAL THE ARTIST FROM GUJARAT
The name of M.A. Rahman Chughtai swept over Hindustan and where there was opposition, there was also abundant love from other persons. Ravishankar Rawal, the famous artist from Bhavnagar Gujarat was eager to meet Chughtai the artist. A visit happened to Chughtais home in Lahore, and it was in June, 1939. Rawal Sahib made a sketch of Chughtai asrtist there and then, and it was Chughtai who signed it both in English and Urdu. This happened on 28th June, 1939, at the new residence of the artist.
“Ravishankar Raval was born on 1 August 1892 in Bhavnagar (now in Gujarat, India). His father Mahashanakar Raval was an officer in the British Communication Service. He spent his childhood in several towns as his father was transferred from one place to another. He wrote that he inherited his artistic instincts from his mother. He graduated from high school in 1909. During his first university year, at the local Arts College, his principal asked him to paint the stage sets for the college drama festival. He advised him to join arts by his Parsi professor Sanjana who was pleased with his artistic skills. Against his fathers non-approval, he joined Sir J. J. School of Art, Bombay. He was trained under Cecil Burns, the principal of J. J. School.”
Bombay had no issue with Chughtai Sahib and the art of Chughtai was exhibited in Bombay many times and many collectors there collected Chughtai Art. One can only wonder if the sketch exists at anyplace. Obviously Chughtai presented his works to Rawal Sahib. Two civilizations sharing Art generate peace for each other. But one thing new happened. Rawal Sahib left the old realistic School and joined the Indian Art movement and it was perhaps Chughtai Art which brought him there.
GERMAN AMBASSADOR DR KLAUS TERFLOTH COMES CALLING
THE ART SHOW AT THE GERMAN EMBASSY IN ISLAMABAD
M.A. Rahman Chughtai was fascinated with Germany. The image of Germany in national environment was wonderful. Two World wars and Germany annihilated but recovered with determination and inner energy. Everybody appreciated that. The artist had seen Germany in 1932 as well as in 1938. He had met German artists, and intellectuals. he was always impressed with them. After partition Germans showed great interest in Chughtai Art. Dr Klaus Mehnert, the Professor at Columbia University was a good friend. So were many others. German diplomats called at Chughtai Home all the time.
The death of M.A. Rahman Chughtai on 17th January, 1975, was condoled by the German President, Walter Scheel. I visited Bonn and presented a painting to President Walter Scheel in 1976, where he gave us a State Reception. So it was natural that diplomat Rozini, the Cultural Attache at the German Embassy to call on us. He had written a book on our culture. Dr Klaus Terfloth visit followed, who came along with his lovely daughter. Ambassador wanted to take this interest much further. An exhibition show was planned in Bonn itself. As a step forward to it, a show of Chughtai Art was arranged at the German Embassy, and on special request, we allowed the exhibition to be without glass cover (a big concession from our part). I could not say NO to their request, and the show namely UNKNOWN CHUGHTAI was held at the Embassy. The exuberance from the Germans was tremendous and Dr Klaus Terfloth gave the opening address and said, “I HEARD ABOUT CHUGHTAI LONG BEFORE I HEARD ABOUT PAKISTAN”. It sent shock waves amongst the listeners and the sinister lobby led by nincompoops of Pakistan tried their best to sabotage the show. The Federal Minister for Culture was there and it was visited by around five Pakistanis, some has gone from Lahore to sabotage the proceedings. The next day the newspaper carried a news item written by a real Mir Jaffer, who was on active pay roll of the lobby. The German Ambassador was heart broken but I could see the reason behind all that. He was shocked that journalists in Pakistan could stoop so low.
Dr Klaus Terfloth hosted a dinner for me at the Embassy and the ruling Elite of Islamabad were invited to the show, including the Minister for Culture as well as various bureaucrats., Agha Nasir of PTV was also there. It was Zia ul Haque’s time and his Islamic revolution. Drinks were flowing all around, and people were having their fill with FREE ALCOHOL, the most desired concept in Pakistan, which is MUFT KEE SHARAB QAZI KO BE HILAL, which literally means free alcohol is legitimate for even the Islamic Judge. A couple of Waiters would come again and again in front of my group (myself and two companions from Lahore) and offer same to us. We would politely refuse and take an orange drink now and then. All of them started chatting with each other and then one finally came forward and said. It is all right to drink here, no one will look, no one will mind, no one will see. We said it is haram in our way of life and we do not partake haram, and Nobody may see or not, Allah sees everywhere., They were further perturbed, and said all those who were there had notions about enforcing Islam in the country. Is it a mere hypocrisy on their part! It was not possible to satisfy them.
We carry the banner of Pakistan. We are happy about it. We appreciate Germans interest in Chughtai Art all the time.
ALLAH THE AL-MUSSAWAR HAS MADE BEAUTY UNIVERSAL
THE BEAUTY OF PAKISTAN LIES IN ITS IDEA OF INCEPTION
The Holy Quran starts with Al-Hamd or simply that “Praise be to Allah who created so much proportions in the universe”. In a process of Evolution and Revolution, the cosmos are all beautiful, and of proportion by which we can only praise the Al-Mighty. And yet no land is same, it has different blends of beauty and things not so beautiful. Even human beings are not made the same. So much variety, much difference. And for what, to highlight beauty of everything. A song of solace for a tormented mind and soul.
Pakistan has much beauty, but so has the world, as well as the cosmos. So what makes Pakistan so special? The very idea of its inception. Yes, the Ideology of Pakistan. The first step towards fulfilling our commitment to Allah. So that peace and harmony can prevail in the world and between various nations. The message of the Quran was for all humanity, not only us as Muslims. The survival of Pakistan is not merely geography. It is its Ideology. It makes us united and it repulses our enemy and their paid agents here.
Pakistan is unique. Special. Outstanding idea. The message is simply this:
PAKISTAN’S FOUNDER, MOHAMMAD ALI JINNAH, HAD A VISION FOR PAKISTAN
MEDIA HYPOCRISY THERE AS TRUTH MATTERS TO NONE
YES, PRESIDENT ZIA UL HAQUE WAS CHERISHED BY MANY
The funeral of Zia ul Haque was the most heavily attended funeral in the history of Pakistan. The world came to mourn him. Attended by leaders and delegations from fifty countries. It is east to criticize him but more difficult to realize the obsession and the constraints he was working in. A remarkable thing he was trying to do was to revitalize the Department of Islamic Reconstruction made originally by Quaid e Azam and was ready to appoint the German convert Muhammed Asad to do the job of Ijjtehad in Islam. A gold medal was awarded to even G.A. Pervaiz for his contribution to the struggle for Pakistan as a trusted Adviser to Quaid e Azam himself. And it is projected that he was a mere Mullah. A Mullah cannot even conceive of people like Allama Muhammed Asad. With all his inadequacies, he was trying to do more than his share of work.
Why people are being allergic to him? The foreign lobbies do not like leaders talking about the Ideology of Pakistan. President Zia gave a new impetus to this Ideology and lost his life for it. In all ways he is a true shaheed, while this word is so loosely used by others to further their claim to immortality.