I WILL SURVIVE
TILL THE LAST BREATH, STRUGGLE ON

The philosophy of never giving up

Of course the world is disheartening most of the time. The situation in Pakistan is worst. Every day we blow our cool. Every moment we curse all those in power, and compassion-less set-up interested in enhancing their personal wealth at the risk of not merely collapse of Pakistan, but Islam itself for centuries. Yes, we know these people are without brains, without hearts, but they brim with greed, which is in every pore of their body.

Dr Allama Iqbal tells us that every catastrophe brings in the ability for us to be falcons and fly higher than before. Obviously, but then there is the need to control the suicidal urge in us to give up. How do we invigorate the situation where we DO NOT GIVE UP UNDER ANY CONDITION. Well we did learn this lesson from our elders, who never gave up. And they took their lessons from the great men in history. And who was greater than the Prophet (PBUH). The image of the Prophet, bleeding, standing under a tree, with none to help him. And still he never gave up under any circumstances. This is what is called the ultimate FAITH in Allah.

When all hope is lost, and doom seems inevitable, other law come into operation. Some call it LADY LUCK, some call it X FACTOR, some call it the RAHMAT OF ALLAH. Whatever you call it, the unexpected happens too in life. The digger of other graves come to the startling fact that he may be digging his own grave. The animosity of Islam is building Islam together and giving it a new impetus of life. Mot agree to that. Another age is dawning!

BLOW TO THE ADVANCMENT OF ISLAM
ASSASSINATION OF HAZRAT UMAR

A thousand years lost

The plot was hatched by a Persian General Hormuzan, and executed by others like Kaab al-Ahabr, Jafinah and of course the stabber Pirouz Nahvandi. On pilgrimage itself, Hazrat Umar was isolated and stabbed to death. It was not just one man who died that day, it was Islam perhaps which was put on hold for a thousand years. There was a utopia created by him. That utopia was resented by all whose own future was put at stake by the following of the Islamic system. The dictation of Caliph Umar was from the Quran itself.

A thousand years later, another man rose to the challenge of Islam. His name was Aurangzeb Alamgeer. The Muslim point of view is best represented by the saying of Maulana Rashid Akhter Nadvi, who said:

“There are two persons in the Muslim world to have been able to revive the true spirit of Islam—one is Omar bin Abdul Aziz and the other is Aurangzeb Alamgeer.”

For political truth, the writing of Shibli Nomani is best. Even that has been corrupted in various editions by vested interests. As Sheikh Atta ullah tells us in the third centenary volume of Aurangzeb’s rule:

“Speaking at the occasion Maulana Ilmuddin Salik said that Aurangzeb was vilified by Hindu historians for no other reason except that he was a true Muslim. British’s portrayed him as a whimsical tyrant ruling ruthlessly over a vanquished host of Hindu population to add fuel to the fire of Hindu-Muslim differences. This was, in perfect harmony with the policy of divide and rule.

With an array of convincing arguments and historical facts the Maulana disproved that Alamgeer’s adherence to one sect ever led him to deal out a bigoted treatment to the members of other sects or religions. He quoted instances when he alloted lands to Hindu temples and Sikh shrines. He added that only those temples were demolished which were built without the permission of the government.”

What was Hazrat Umar’s Utopia like?

A judgement can be made from the fact that in the period between 634 and 644, there was no need for a justice department , nor a police force. The Qazi had asked to be relinquished of his duty. Crime had totally stopped in that society. Nobody was doing harm to anybody else. A real utopia was being seen by the world.

The history of mankind has been a history of ups and downs. Sometimes civilization reached a height, at other times it fell into degradation. Did man ever achieve any utopia? Was there a time when perfect equilibrium was achieved? Yes, the time between 634-644. Without any definite resources and with a heart filled with compassion for the deprived people, he made human history by doing the impossible, creating the prefect social equilibrium. A system in which man concentrates only on his own self is self defeating but in a system where he takes care of the others as the policy of his own self is to reach the height of idealization. The Prophet had himself said that wish for others, what you wish for yourself. That Caliph Umar had achieved in his life time by setting examples of sacrifice and fore-sight.

MAUSOLEUMS FOR KINGS AND QUEENS
THE MAUSOLEUM OF EMPEROR JAHANGEER

A woman’s touch, Nur Jahan alive in Lahore

The Taj Mahal complex was put into motion by a King with immense love for his departed queen. The Mausoleum of Jahangeer complex is in reverse. It was put in place by a retired Queen with enormous love for departed King. Both results exceptional but both mausoleums are same and yet very different, due to the feminine touch in one of them.

Jahangeer died before Nur Jahan and the relation she had with the Emperor Shah Jahan was not sufficient to give her better place in society than she was getting at that time. Mumtaz Mahal died before Shah Jahan and all his plans for a separate mausoleum were dashed with his own circumstances. He had annoyed his son by trying to poison Aurangzeb himself. Few know about this at all. Aurangzeb buried Shah Jahan with Mumtaz Mahal herself. Nur Jahan could not get buried with Jahangeer because of her political circumstances. Now what did she do?

There is a concept of ASHIQ MASHOOQ in the mausoleum of Nur Jahan. Dr Abdullah Chaghatai tells us that contrary to common thought, the person so called buried with Nur Jahan is not at all her daughter Ladli Begum. Simply for Ladli Begum is elsewhere and her grave is well known, and that is a separate story. To fulfill her desire to be buried with her husband, she had an empty coffin, or false grave with her own grave. The grave is an empty one. There are only one set of rings at the bottom basement. The grave is a romantic empty grave of Jahangeer himself. The Sikhs removed the sarcophagus, otherwise this would have been very clear with time.

An amazing statement is made by Thornton and Kipling in their research on Lahore. Mirza Azeem Baig an artist of Wazeer Khan Mosque is termed as a direct descendant of Nur Jahan from her daughter and Prince Khusrow. This family exists in Lahore to this day, having lived in Mochi Darwaza (Murchi Gate) all their life. I have seen girls of the family and they resemble the Nur Jahan of the miniatures to ditto. We will present their photograph when available. So Nur Jahan is still represented in Lahore. We have a farman of Nur Jahan with us and will publish it one day.

The mystery of the Mughal monuments is always there but their aesthetics are an aroma with us even in their decayed condition in present days.

BADAWAHS (GOBLINS) OF LAHORE
WHAT EXACTLY WERE THESE FORCES?

An enigma for the scientific mind

The word ‘Badawah’ occurs in the vocabulary of Lahore. From where the concept came, one does not know! But those were termed as small statured people who had horrible twisted faces and could silently jump long distances. They could mean harm to you or they could be innocent bystanders. We do not believe in anything that is not scientific in approach, but the term is in habitual use of Lahore, even ugly children on birth were termed with this term. I have seen the term applied to members of family I well know.

In ‘Maaseray-Alamgeeri’ for the year 1674, it is officially recorded that a basket fell down in a well in the havelli of Muhammed Shafi, Mir Suman of Prince Muhammed Sultan. Two men went down into the well to recover it and both died in the process. The third went down and started shouting for help. He was brought up unconscious and on recovery, told the tale of being accosted by a black goblin, hell bent upon killing him, for interfering in his safe space. That is on official record.

My grandfather used to recount such tales to my father, who told me the same. That on his way back from work, my grandfather used to feel the presence of someone walking with him. Jumping ahead of him and then making unnecessary noises. Now my grandfather was no child to tell tales from imagination. He was a perfectly rational man. So what were these Badawahs, if they ever existed? No one really knows.

Suffice that they were felt and considered in the way of life in Lahore. Some research may bring out the truth of such forces. But one may never know! My visit to Heidelberg castle made me familiar with the Goblins of the Fort of Heidelberg, and how they used to drink the Royal wine and pester the women. Now Germany is a perfectly rational society, with scientific minds, and yet the legend of the goblins exist there as well as elsewhere. So much so that every year they make and sell thousands of hand made goblin dolls to visitors and I hang one in my car from decades. This goblin amuses me and I am not frightened of it. In fact I love it.

CREMATION OF MUSLIM WOMEN
RESENTMENT OF SHAH JAHAN 1634

Strange incidents in our history

A strange practice was going on in Gujarat in the 11th century. Inter-marriages were taking place. Muslims were marrying Hindu girls and Hindus were marrying Muslim girls. This was not in the knowledge of the Emperor at all. It was brought to him for the first time, that on the death of the Hindus, their wives (including Muslims) were subject to both ‘Sati’ as well as Cremation. Shah Jahan did not like the idea of Muslim women being cremated, and it repulsed his sense of being. An immediate order was placed. If the Hindus wanted to retain their Muslim wives, they had to immediately convert to Islam. If they were not willing to do so, the simple solution was that their wives would be divorced from them, and married to Muslim men.

The man who started this practice was JUKU, a leading feudal lord of Bhimbar area, and he was responsible for this actions. He realized that he was under scrutiny now, and immediately embraced Islam, along with all his relatives, friends and followers. Shah Jahan was pleased with this conversion act and honoured Juku with the title of Raja Daulatmand, and everybody rested in peace after that. This incident is related to the year 1634 AD.

The shameful tradition of ‘Sati ‘ was very much in vogue in Lahore, and perhaps the most famous, last Sati of Lahore, was that of the wives and concubines of Ranjit Singh, who were cremated with him, and today in his samadh small domes remember the departed women of Lahore. Strangely Gul Begum refused to commit Sati with her husband and kept away. On the corner of Mohni road, Lahore, that was made in 1904, a cremation ground for the Hindu women of Lahore. The dead bodies used to be taken there and put on pyres. Smoke could be seen from a long distance as the cremation went on. But the bold decision made by the British rulers was to ban SATI once for all, in 1829. In a modern age, to imagine a woman losing her life, with the death of her husband, was a repulsive act in itself. I am sure with the Bal Thackeray policy in place in India, with the winning of election of the Railway Station vendor, there is every chance that ‘Sati’ will be restored in India in our life times. God forbid for a day like that!

A MUGHAL EMPEROR IN PHOTOGRAPHS
LOOKS REAL NOT MYTHICAL

End of an era

Bahadur Shah Zafar is not Lahore in any way, but in some ways, Lahore is related to him. Most of the direct descendants were assassinated by the British. And murdered not in any innocent way but the most brutal possible. An Englishmen is reputed to have drunk the blood of the Mughal Princes just like a vampire to suppress the rage in them. But still some of the off springs survive in various corners of India, and perhaps the world too.

In Lahore migrated one wing of Bahadur Shah Zafar from a female Princess. Officially recognized by the British, the Pakistani Government recognized them too. Interestingly one of them, namely Jalaluddin Akbar was with me in school, as well as his cousin Sajjid Arif (from female side again). Their house in Model Town (still there) was shaped like the Naulakha in Lahore Fort. Some Mughal things they possessed with great relish, and they have posted their family tree on the internet, and it can be checked by anyone that likes to do research on them.

One of their female descendant was Dr Taimuri, who did her PHD in history from Punjab University a long time back. A very learned woman. She had a beautiful daughter Ms Nudrat, who was famous for her very long hair, and thought of herself as a Mughal Princess of gone bye days. Her favourite recluse was to hide in a trunk and by shutting herself from the world, she would recollect olden times in a very romantic way. She even had a Mughal name ‘Banqa’ for her beloved Cock-a-doodle do, cock.

A very interesting family, who like their ancestors, came back to Lahore, the city of the origin of Mughal kingdom. At least the roots are still here. We wish them well!

Only one photograph of him was known. Another calotype photograph has recently been discovered with a Britisher standing with him. Lot of things are yet to be discovered in life.

COERCION AND PAYMENTS
BIG JALSAS AND BIG DHARNAS

Of no significance to the public view

Sometime I think we have become a nation of zombies. I remember Michael Jackson’s thriller and the Zombies come out and start walking, probably a dance of death itself. Similarly our lowest IQ leaders are taking the Nation to the path of destruction by making them ultimate Zombies. Listening to so called leaders rave on video links, from where ever the may be, clapping robotic claps, at what place is the nation in?

To even take the name of some of these leaders is blow the dignity of a thinking man. It is as natural as our national aversion for lizards. The minute you see a lizard, you are sick and want to run away. The same is the case with our political leaders (so-called), and the second you see them, you want to run away. And you are amazed at those sitting and clapping for them. Mass hysteria! Psychologists must come up with a solution to this mass slavery under coercion and payments.

Bal Thackeray was an enigma to people who have not experienced partition. With romantic ideas that humanity is really fair, one cannot believe his party’s statement on conquest of Islamabad itself. And no one has the marbles even in the West to see through this charade of Modern Satanism. But what was really shocking was the statement made by Zaid Hamid that Amitabh Bachan is the front man for the Thackeray’s organization, in more ways than one. In any case what was the need for the veteran actor to go and pay homage to an established world class terrorist. Would I feel comfortable being photographed with some local extremists!
When you smile and give your hands to another person, you are subscribing to the views of that person. You are holding that person in esteem and respect. It does not befit a veteran icon of many to be associated with controversial personalities.

Is conquest of Islamabad possible! Everything is possible but the damage control is the blockade to adventurism. When hate and prejudice increases and overwhelms rationality, than it is time, not to give power in the hand of the terrorists, who are a threat to World Peace. It is time to define terrorism for the benefit of all. Or let dissolve UNO once for all, and let the Mighty have their way. The result would indeed be a lessening of the population of the world. But then who cares for humanity? Not the evil forces of the world.

A GIRL’S BODY THROWN IN U.C.H COMPOUND LAHORE
FROM A RUNNING CAR

Broad daylight murder in Lahore

A young Baluch boy, son of Nawab Bugti himself, was having an affair in Lahore with a girl. Typical of his background, resentment started, and like his elders, the solution was simple. Murder your opponent. The girl was strangled to death and thrown in the compound of U.C.H (United Christian Hospital Gulberg) Lahore, and the Bugti Prince escaped and fled Lahore, on an aero-plane to Quetta. Witnessed had noted the number of his car as well as recognized it as belonging to him. The girls body was wrapped round in a sheet. It is was disgusting in all ways. Everybody in Lahore found out about it. Public knowledge in all ways.

The news was carried for some days in the newspaper and then it was quashed by authorities. No body was brought to book, although a case was filed in the station. The girls family had no clout to challenge the wrath of the Baluchs. Nawab Bugti buffered his son, and engineered his way out of the system. This is no personal news or gossip. This is straight news published in the Press and told to me also by Mumtaz, physio-therapist of U.C.H, who was there at that time.

This same Prince is now raving about the murder of his father, and offering billions (according to outdated tribal laws) for the murder of a well known General of Pakistani Army. The memory of our media is short, and only that is touched, which is money-worthy, not news-worthy. Killing people is routine in Baluch society. When others are killed, it is okay. When yours are killed, obviously it is not. Will law and order and justice ever come to the common man?

MANDIR OF LOH
A BRITISH CONSPIRACY?

Made in British period bricks

As you enter the Aurangzeb Gate in Lahore Fort, you see a small room, with a kiosk in it. It is called as the Mandir of Loh. Most people dubbed it as belonging to the Sikh period, in bricks of that time. But an earlier photograph made by some Home economics student many years back, show that it is made of Bricks made in the British period., Also very roughly made as made in a hurry with no stress on finesse of Muslim buildings. When did all this rant start?

Out of the blue, the Khulasah al-tawarikh of Subhan Rai, around 1692 linked the city of Lahore with Loh, the so called son of Ram. And as this notation was there, further people utilized the same to forward their point of view.

The famous book on Lahore by Thronton and Kipling does not mention the Mandir of Loh in 1860. Nobody else does. Then all of a sudden Judge Latif (a veteran British representative) writes about the Mandir of Loh. Thronton and Kipling places Lahore on the site of Icchra Lahore, but Anjum Rahmani doubts that Lahore existed even at Icchra. The remains of Hindu Lahore have never been discovered. To the memory of all historians, Lahore is essentially a Muslim city from day one. Yes the city of Loh did exist, but research points to it being somewhere in the hills of Kashmeer.

For something to be 300 years old, it has to b at least 40 feet deep, if not more. The remains of Ghaznavid period is mostly at 25 to 30 feet in the city of Lahore. The Mandir is at par with the street outside. How can a new structure at par with street level be so old? The story goes on. In this bitchy concept of ‘Aman ke Asha’, credit can be given to Hindus for building Mecca and Medina too. After all everything else they have claimed as their own. Why not Arabia itself? Only deviant minds can conceive of Taj Mahal as a Hindu temple. And what not? All Hindus in this region were Saints, all Muslims tyrants, murderers, rapists and everything bad was due o them. Satisfied. Obviously some Mir Jaffers taking money to do their end. Okay, here it is! There is no Mandir of Loh, definite.

Just outside the Lahore Fort directly to the so called Mandir of Loh, is the oldest grave in Lahore, that is of LANGA, the Nau-Guzza of Lahore. Coming from Palestine and Syria, these Jewish giants of the old laid the basis of Lahore. But that is another story, for another time.

BUCK UP SHABBIR
CAPTAIN MUNSTER HOUSE

Annual Sports Day St Anthony’s Lahore

I hated sports. I was never a sports freak. But the schools forced you into something or that. I remember in Sacred Heart School I was pushed in a group race and I came last. Not that I could not run, I was just plain shy in front of people. Without realizing it, I was the intellectual type. Thinking all the time.

The same happened in St Anthony’s. We were forced to participate in sports and the annual Sports Day was at the Railway ground, where we had to go. No fancy cars to take us, but a bicycle of an elder cousin, sitting on the dreary cycle rod, and cursing your luck to be forced to go into something. We were divided into four houses, or four rows in the classes. Mine was MUNSTER house, and the Captain of Munster House was a guy named Shabbir Sharif. A tall handsome guy with a physique of Charles Atlas, and all we could do, was look at him in awe. And man, could he run! Run he did all the time and he won every race there. Straights dashes, relays, jumps, hurdles and what not? And all of us boys would stand on the side and shout with full vigour ‘BUCK UP SHABBIR’. We never heard from him again.

And one day a friend by the name of Munawar Hussain came to me and he was talking of is classfellow Raheel Sharif, and he said Shabbir was his elder brother. And I said which Shabbir? He said the one of the Munster House, don’t you know about him? He embraced Shahadat in the war and obtained NISHAN E HAIDER. I was amazed. The energy wich Shabbir had even at that time, had to come out and ventilate itself in life. It was inevitable that he obtained some feat in life. And then there is the story of another classfellow and that is three times Prime Minister Nawaz Shareef, but that is for another time.