My Heart Cries For My Land-jannat e benazir
WERE
WE EMOTIONAL FOOLs YESTERDAY and/OR ,Today we are FOOLISHLY EMOTIONAL -
My heart cries for my land –Kashmir – wattan e Aziz tujhey salam.maa tujhey salam.
‘’kiyon- waatan e aziz teri yaad aa rahi hai!- kiyon aaj mera dil zoor say dhadak raha hai !–kiyon roney ko ji kar raha hai ! kiyon zoor say chilaney ko dil bekaraar hai--!-“’go—go—go---now -enough-‘’-- joo lubada bis saal pehley maazi ki taalkihyaan kay saath phenkha tha- kiyoun aaj ji chahta hai phir usko pahen loon!bhool jaoon-wo tis saal ki bay loos jedojahad !—kahin main to emotional fool nahin –ya tha aur ab foolishly emotional baney jaa raha hoon!–merey wattan teri yaad kiyon satati hai!merey waatan teri jannat main ayengey ek din---karyo manz jigars jayee chaman –mere waata mere waatan......”
My heart cries for my land –Kashmir – wattan e Aziz tujhey salam.maa tujhey salam.
‘’kiyon- waatan e aziz teri yaad aa rahi hai!- kiyon aaj mera dil zoor say dhadak raha hai !–kiyon roney ko ji kar raha hai ! kiyon zoor say chilaney ko dil bekaraar hai--!-“’go—go—go---now -enough-‘’-- joo lubada bis saal pehley maazi ki taalkihyaan kay saath phenkha tha- kiyoun aaj ji chahta hai phir usko pahen loon!bhool jaoon-wo tis saal ki bay loos jedojahad !—kahin main to emotional fool nahin –ya tha aur ab foolishly emotional baney jaa raha hoon!–merey wattan teri yaad kiyon satati hai!merey waatan teri jannat main ayengey ek din---karyo manz jigars jayee chaman –mere waata mere waatan......”
The Prophet (sal Allahu alaihi wa sallam) said: "Modesty and being at a
loss for words are two components of true faith, while vulgarity and
long-windedness are two components of hypocrisy." [Tirmidhi]
Hi Eve. My Mother =-Proud of you –you taught me way of life since my birth—today -I must say that in viewing your Photos I recall why I miss my Motherland so much. I feel a sort of loss a sad feeling in my heart. It has been 18 years since I have been away from you . My passion for my beloved brought me to this holy land in search of a better life or .....piety. Here we remain and grow roots with new family,new members,new neighbours . We love Madinah munawaah but you can never take out the real soul of a Kashmiri. Once a Kashmiri always a Kashmiri . But like I say it pains my heart to see those beautiful or painful photos of my home land because I miss it so much. I hope to go back and visit some time before it is too late. I still have aproximately over 80 lac other family members still living there, that I know of. Plus another bunch that I dont know of. Since my family left there have been so many births of our family that I lost count and track of. Anyhow I love the site and hope to see more photos in the future.
Nationalism is like cheap drunkenness -
First it makes us drunk,
Then it makes us blind,
At the end, it kills people.
Love and honesty compliment each other. And I know my land is at the present riddled with problems. The prices of essentials are getting beyond the reach of the common man. There is the desperate need for transition to democracy. The frequent electricity failure makes life hazardous. The long queues of traffic makes one feel like growing wings and fly over it all. Speaking of problems we can go on adding to the list. Maybe the list of the good things done in this land will be shorter and yet does it all make me feel again like leaving this country and migrate to a foreign land? No, never. If my motherland is in trouble I have to step in and try to help it, not run away. How can I? Is this not the very land where I was born, the land that has given me its soil to live? The land i loved so much –maa tujhey salam
I love my land from the sky above to the bottom of the riverbeds. I love the sky through all seasons. Summer adn raining seasons, I breathe freely under this infinite blue. My heart marvels at the sight of the seasonal flowers and fruits. Rainy days i stood in the pouring rain as if to mingled my spirit with the nature. The smell of the “roses and jasmine ” flowers pierces through my heart and lights the eternal flame of love for this land. At night a mesmerized me stares at the full moon with the countless stars in the Kashmir,s sky. “I am in heavens!” I told myself. How peacefully and how contentedly I can watch the beautiful sky. With all these aesthetic feelings comes a feeling of belongingness to this whole world just because I happen to be in my own motherland. This land is my love, it holds my destiny. I feel my very roots holding me to this land. It is like the umbilical cord that tied me to my mother before I was born.
My land has given me the gift of my mother tongue Kr, the language through which I laugh and cry, the language that gives me the freedom to read, write out my heart and to speak all what I want to say.
If I did not have a language to express my thoughts and emotions freely how suffocating life would have been! How dearly we have paid for our identity and social identity ! --if I leave my land to live in another foreign land was it ?because it offers me more comforts and luxuries of life? should my journey restrict me,should I not contribute a little to my future nation? If each and every citizen contributed his or her part to the cause of nation building would we not be a stronger nation?
Socially, politically and economically we are challenged. And so the dire need of the hour is that we, each and every citizen stand in unity to help our nation – Kashmir.. Patriotism cannot be only dreamed about, it has to be there, in our actions. There are people who offer lip services, some who remain unmoved by the tears of their nation and some who flee for their own benefits. The nation , my beloved Kashmir needs its people, people who can come forward and help it overcome its hurdles. Can we not overcome obstacles that lay on the way of our land’s prosperity? We have to won our freedom with sheer strength of unity and surely we can win another war, the war of standing with our head up among the other communities of the world?
It is said that the deepest feelings often remain beyond words. Although I can go on about how I love my place . However, I feel that the exact feeling for the pang of love that clutches my heart for my motherland is beyond my words. To my friend the ease and comforts of America,UK and Gulf are more important. Of course he has all his rights to choose his happiness. But to me life comes on a different path, through the roots that binds me. I felt welcome and happy and yet I just could not leave sentiments for my motherland and settle down here emotionally My happiness in my small, poor motherland is greater. This happiness makes me feel like a bird that soars up in the infinity of the sky. And at times I feel like a proud hen. All my chicks are under my wings and I live, clucking on my own soil; my very own Kashmir . How happily I used to...sing
“merey wattan teri jannat main ayengey ek din- Now even I am physically far away from my beloved land , yet my heart, my soul and my memoire are in my motherland , where my family, relatives, friends and people are living/battling with pride. I decided to leave my country for finding solace because I love my faith ! I love my beloved Prophet –as he called me ! I love my religion, islalm I want to help this small and poor land ! I do love my Mother, Motherland and Mother Tongue!!!
But to help Motherland Kashmir , I have to help myself first!how –to be a Good Muslim-a good ummati Muhammadi—
Thank you very much for your love, your wonderful love to me! I am waiting for the days to make our dreams come true
So many times I thought life is so unfair. Why faithful lovers have to live far from each other? I understand reasons why we have to do it in this moment of time. Reasons that only God and my beloved Prophet (SAW) know, but this will not be the reason for me to change my love for you. ..Meerey wattan :
really know how much I
love you and care for you but darling there is nothing we can do more. Even
though we’re apart, this will not be the end of our commitment. Kashmir is the
best mileu that ever happened in my whole life!
Just always remember that I really treasure your faithful love. I really love Kashmir !. Words can no longer describe it, but rather in feeling and emotion of what we have for each other.Kashmir have always had the key to my heart, and only Kashmir inside my heart has made me more than anything can ever be. Though the sea and sky separates us till that special day,MY Allah knows we take each breath with every beat, and always together … as one. Darling Kashmir ! Your faithful love can,t changes my preferences to another land l. Now who can give definition of faithful love: : Never TAKE from your lover, but have to GIVE her/him to make the one we really love cries because of exciting and happiness!
Well, dearest darling Kashmir ! I stop writing to express my feeling how much I love kashmir, miss Kashmir here. So let’s we change to our discussion about politics of our motherland Kashmir..
In this letter I gonna share with kashur my point of view involves with the question:Is the influence of modernism positif or negatif for our motherland Kashmir ?. So let’s go!--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Hi Eve. My Mother =-Proud of you –you taught me way of life since my birth—today -I must say that in viewing your Photos I recall why I miss my Motherland so much. I feel a sort of loss a sad feeling in my heart. It has been 18 years since I have been away from you . My passion for my beloved brought me to this holy land in search of a better life or .....piety. Here we remain and grow roots with new family,new members,new neighbours . We love Madinah munawaah but you can never take out the real soul of a Kashmiri. Once a Kashmiri always a Kashmiri . But like I say it pains my heart to see those beautiful or painful photos of my home land because I miss it so much. I hope to go back and visit some time before it is too late. I still have aproximately over 80 lac other family members still living there, that I know of. Plus another bunch that I dont know of. Since my family left there have been so many births of our family that I lost count and track of. Anyhow I love the site and hope to see more photos in the future.
Nationalism is like cheap drunkenness -
First it makes us drunk,
Then it makes us blind,
At the end, it kills people.
Love and honesty compliment each other. And I know my land is at the present riddled with problems. The prices of essentials are getting beyond the reach of the common man. There is the desperate need for transition to democracy. The frequent electricity failure makes life hazardous. The long queues of traffic makes one feel like growing wings and fly over it all. Speaking of problems we can go on adding to the list. Maybe the list of the good things done in this land will be shorter and yet does it all make me feel again like leaving this country and migrate to a foreign land? No, never. If my motherland is in trouble I have to step in and try to help it, not run away. How can I? Is this not the very land where I was born, the land that has given me its soil to live? The land i loved so much –maa tujhey salam
I love my land from the sky above to the bottom of the riverbeds. I love the sky through all seasons. Summer adn raining seasons, I breathe freely under this infinite blue. My heart marvels at the sight of the seasonal flowers and fruits. Rainy days i stood in the pouring rain as if to mingled my spirit with the nature. The smell of the “roses and jasmine ” flowers pierces through my heart and lights the eternal flame of love for this land. At night a mesmerized me stares at the full moon with the countless stars in the Kashmir,s sky. “I am in heavens!” I told myself. How peacefully and how contentedly I can watch the beautiful sky. With all these aesthetic feelings comes a feeling of belongingness to this whole world just because I happen to be in my own motherland. This land is my love, it holds my destiny. I feel my very roots holding me to this land. It is like the umbilical cord that tied me to my mother before I was born.
My land has given me the gift of my mother tongue Kr, the language through which I laugh and cry, the language that gives me the freedom to read, write out my heart and to speak all what I want to say.
If I did not have a language to express my thoughts and emotions freely how suffocating life would have been! How dearly we have paid for our identity and social identity ! --if I leave my land to live in another foreign land was it ?because it offers me more comforts and luxuries of life? should my journey restrict me,should I not contribute a little to my future nation? If each and every citizen contributed his or her part to the cause of nation building would we not be a stronger nation?
Socially, politically and economically we are challenged. And so the dire need of the hour is that we, each and every citizen stand in unity to help our nation – Kashmir.. Patriotism cannot be only dreamed about, it has to be there, in our actions. There are people who offer lip services, some who remain unmoved by the tears of their nation and some who flee for their own benefits. The nation , my beloved Kashmir needs its people, people who can come forward and help it overcome its hurdles. Can we not overcome obstacles that lay on the way of our land’s prosperity? We have to won our freedom with sheer strength of unity and surely we can win another war, the war of standing with our head up among the other communities of the world?
It is said that the deepest feelings often remain beyond words. Although I can go on about how I love my place . However, I feel that the exact feeling for the pang of love that clutches my heart for my motherland is beyond my words. To my friend the ease and comforts of America,UK and Gulf are more important. Of course he has all his rights to choose his happiness. But to me life comes on a different path, through the roots that binds me. I felt welcome and happy and yet I just could not leave sentiments for my motherland and settle down here emotionally My happiness in my small, poor motherland is greater. This happiness makes me feel like a bird that soars up in the infinity of the sky. And at times I feel like a proud hen. All my chicks are under my wings and I live, clucking on my own soil; my very own Kashmir . How happily I used to...sing
“merey wattan teri jannat main ayengey ek din- Now even I am physically far away from my beloved land , yet my heart, my soul and my memoire are in my motherland , where my family, relatives, friends and people are living/battling with pride. I decided to leave my country for finding solace because I love my faith ! I love my beloved Prophet –as he called me ! I love my religion, islalm I want to help this small and poor land ! I do love my Mother, Motherland and Mother Tongue!!!
But to help Motherland Kashmir , I have to help myself first!how –to be a Good Muslim-a good ummati Muhammadi—
Thank you very much for your love, your wonderful love to me! I am waiting for the days to make our dreams come true
So many times I thought life is so unfair. Why faithful lovers have to live far from each other? I understand reasons why we have to do it in this moment of time. Reasons that only God and my beloved Prophet (SAW) know, but this will not be the reason for me to change my love for you. ..Meerey wattan :
Just always remember that I really treasure your faithful love. I really love Kashmir !. Words can no longer describe it, but rather in feeling and emotion of what we have for each other.Kashmir have always had the key to my heart, and only Kashmir inside my heart has made me more than anything can ever be. Though the sea and sky separates us till that special day,MY Allah knows we take each breath with every beat, and always together … as one. Darling Kashmir ! Your faithful love can,t changes my preferences to another land l. Now who can give definition of faithful love: : Never TAKE from your lover, but have to GIVE her/him to make the one we really love cries because of exciting and happiness!
Well, dearest darling Kashmir ! I stop writing to express my feeling how much I love kashmir, miss Kashmir here. So let’s we change to our discussion about politics of our motherland Kashmir..
In this letter I gonna share with kashur my point of view involves with the question:Is the influence of modernism positif or negatif for our motherland Kashmir ?. So let’s go!--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
