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The struggles of a forgotten community



As humans, Men and Women have rights, and a voice to ensure those rights are protected. However, in the Islamic Republic of Pakistan there is a community that has been stripped from the title of human, they have neither rights nor a voice to demand them. The Transgender community of Pakistan has faced extreme violence, hate and injustice and their crime is but one, being born. 


The stigma attached to transgender has destroyed more lives than any member of government would take responsibility for. More than 65 transgender women have been murdered in the past few years only in one province of Pakistan, imagine how many went unreported overall the country. They are deprived of the love we all receive when we are born, their birth is treated as a time of mourning for the family, and instead of tears of joy they are welcomed into this world with bellows of sorrow. Most families refuse to accept them as their child and they end up on the streets or in charity centres. Throughout their lives they are exploited; mentally, physically and sexually abused. They are victims of hate crime and expected to dance to earn, expected to put on a good show and expected to sell their bodies to feed themselves.


Education is a foreign concept in their community as esteemed establishments do not enroll such ominous people. Those who are left for the streets cannot afford it and those who are reluctantly accepted into the family are not sent to schools for the fear of society and the shame they will bring to the family. They are denied from entering shopping malls, game arcades, and even most restaurants. Ever since Pakistan was created, the transgender community has been living in shadows, silent and put down.


There have been many reported cases of social violence and police brutality against the people of the community whenever they raise voices and demand rights and protection since well-educated people in the Police and Government still believe that these people are not humans and do not deserve basic rights. They have told the media that when they go to report a hate crime and demand to file an FIR, which is a basic right of every individual, they are laughed at, cursed and man handled by most high ranking police officers. 


Until recently, the transgender community was not allowed by law to own property without being given a medical identity, or open a bank account in their name. Julie, a hermaphrodite and a social rights activist said “people have only now learned what it is like to be in lockdown due to the pandemic, our community has been living in lockdown ever since we were born. And still you all are better off, you have homes and families."


Hermaphrodites of this country face not one but two wars, a war with their soul first as described by Sarah Gill, another transgender, “A normal person can never understand our state of mind. It is like a soul trapped in a wrong body”. Their hearts battle with their bodies every day giving rise to extreme anxiety, restlessness and depression. The other war is their ongoing battle with society and hate.


And yet, despite the hate they unjustly get, they are loving people who give love to those who are deprived of it just like they were, they have built a strong community for everyone who feels unwelcomed In the society, they spread happiness and smiles everywhere they go. They protect each other as no one protected them and they are one of the most hardworking and resilient community In Pakistan. They refer to each other as khawaja sira or Murats i.e. a mix of “mard” (Urdu word for male) and “aurat” (Urdu word for female). 


Only recently there has been some development after the passing of Transgender persons (protection of rights) Act, 2018, due to irrepressible efforts by various NGOSs such as Wajood, The Gender Guardian (TGG) and blue veins. A school purely for Murats of Pakistan was opened in 2018 in Lahore to promote education within the community, to this day it faces backlash and problems with insufficient resources.  A senate committee determined that they could inherit property in Feb 2018 and Pakistani banks allowed them to open bank accounts in August 2018 by adding a box under gender in their name.


Since the act, many transgender men and women have made their mark in various professions such as the first Pakistani Transgender lawyer; Nisha Rao in 2020, the first Pakistani Transgender news anchor and media figure; Marvia Malik made her debut in 2018, the first Pakistani Transgender doctor; Sarah Gill, the first Pakistani Transgender fashion model, Kami Sid, the first Pakistani Transgender woman to represent Pakistan in the UN; Ayesha Moghul appointed in 2019 and the first Pakistani transgender chartered accountant; Mahnoor. 


It was imperative to name these women as their stories are nothing short of an inspiration for millions of others. These and more have given a voice to their community and made it clear that with proper resources and support they can lead just as normal and successful lives as others. Many of these women had to let the medical board choose a gender for them, many of these women had to hide their identities throughout their education to not be kicked out of those establishments, Many of these women were manhandled and put in jail for raising their voices. All of these women were threatened and abandoned by their own families.


These women and others have made us all proud by rising through the flames of hell lit by their own fellow humans. There has been progress but the fact that these struggles were necessary is a shame. There is a long way to go before they are fully accepted as respectable members of the society but I hope that day is not far as they deserve nothing less. 



Never let your guilt define your relationship with Allah



 Never let your guilt define your relationship with Allah.


Read it again and let that sink in.


When we make some mistake, some huge mistake, we tend to get distant from Allah. It's because we feel guilty. We feel that guilt. That now we are not worthy of Allah's attention. We feel like a thief. We feel like we will be in front of HIM but deep inside we will be thinking of how we went behind HIS back. Obviously we know HE was there and He saw us doing it. And now it might be any moment when HE will punish us for that. We wait for that punishment. We start looking for it. We are scared of the punishment.

We have guilt. All of this makes us not to go to HIM anymore.

And let me tell you that's it's Shetan working.

You are expecting the worst from THE MOST KINDEST, Your Allah.

Wasn't HE the one who blessed you with something you have been praying for so long? Wasn't HE the one who loves you more than your own mother?

Tell me how many times you made a mistake or you went behind your mother's back and she got to know about it. Yes she was upset but still she loves you. She forgave you. She still prays for you, helps you daily.

So why are you expecting so bad from HIM?

I know the mistake was big. You never thought you will do it. But you did it.

Ever thought that may be it's this mistake that's gonna make me come back to ALLAH?

We never make such mistakes when we are spiritually in a good position. We make it when we are caught up in the world. When we don't realize it but prayers don't make us feel that peace anymore.


" And may be you made that mistake so you could repent and reflect back!!!

May be this mistake is how you get the chance to get close to HIM again!!

May be when you do such mistake, think of HIS MERCY."


Repent on your mistake. Do everything in your power to make sure you never do it again. And talk to HIM. Tell HIM how you feel guilty and you are scared and you don't want to lose your relationship with HIM. Tell HIM how much you are ashamed and how you want HIM to take you back!!

Trust me with this, ALLAH loves honesty. HE loves when we are vulnerable with HIM and we share parts of us we are afraid to share with our friends and family because that's exactly where those vulnerable parts are made to be shared with!

So never let your past guilt define your future relationship with Allah!!



I believe in being fully present,"- Morrie said. "That means you should be with the person you're with



 "I believe in being fully present,"- Morrie said. "That means you should be with the person you're with- when I am talking to you, Mitch, I try to keep focused only on what is going on between us. I am not thinking about something we said last week. I am not thinking about whats coming up on this Friday ...


    " Part of the problem, Mitch, is that everyone is in such a hurry", Morrie said. "People havn't found meaning in their lives; so they are running all the time looking for it. They think the next car; the next house, the next Job. Then they find those things are empty; too, and they keep running..!!" 


From the book- Tuesdays with Morrie 👣


Why weren’t we being taught that it is completely Ok to fail? Failure is also a part of life



Why weren’t we being taught that it is completely Ok to fail? Failure is also a part of life.

Why weren’t we being taught that it is completely Ok not be perfect every time.

Why are we always forced to get good results?

Why are we always expected to achieve high even more than our capacity?

It is not necessary at all to always get success, give your 100% and leave rest on Lord!!

Life should not stop there if you fail, keep on exploring and testing your limit.

Failure should be normalized in our society to control depression, anxiety, and frustration.

People need to understand that everyone cannot be Albert Einstein, Isaac newton or Thomas Edison.

Life is not a race, do not pass it, Live it fully...!!



وہ لڑکی محبت نما ہے ،



 وہ لڑکی محبت نما ہے ،

تمھیں وہ پھولوں ، پرندوں ، اور جانوروں پر بھی محبت نچھاور کرتے نظر آئیگی 💙🔥


چھوئ موئ سی ہے مگر دل کی اس قدر مضبوط ہے کہ ،

تمھیں وہ سانحوں پر بھی مسکراتی دکھائی دیگی !


کھرے لوگوں کے لیے پھول نما ہے مگر ،

تمھیں وہ منافقوں سے میلوں فاصلے رکھتی نظر آئیگی !


سرمہ ، سرخی ، سنگھار کی دلدادہ ہے مگر جھلی اس قدر ہے کہ ،

تمھیں وہ ھانڈی پکانے پہ ناک چڑھاتی دکھائی دیگی 



اپنے آپ پر اکتفاء کرنا سیکھیں ، تاکہ نہ ہی آپکو کسی کا ساتھ نقصان پہنچاۓ اور نہ


تعلّموا الإكتفاء بأنفسكم .. كي لا ينقصكم قرب أحد أو يؤلمكم بعدہ

 ♥️

( اپنے آپ پر اکتفاء کرنا سیکھیں ، تاکہ نہ ہی آپکو کسی کا ساتھ نقصان پہنچاۓ اور نہ ہی کسی کی جدائ آپ کو تکلیف میں مبتلا کرے 

❤️



بنا پروں کے تو تتلی بھی مر سکتی ہے


 بنا پروں کے تو تتلی بھی مر سکتی ہے 

پنچھی اڑنا بھول جاتے ہیں 

تم کیسے امید لگا سکتے ہو کہ میں بنا پر 

ہواٶں میں اڑتی پھروں۔

مگر ہاں میں اڑنے لگتی ہوں میرے اردگرد بادلوں 

کا ہجوم لگا ہوتا ہے ۔ہواٸیں مجھے آسمان کا باسی 

بنا دیتی ہیں ۔اور میں ہواٶں کے ساتھ رقصاں ہوتی ہوں۔

تم میرے وہ خوش رنگ" پر" ہو جو مجھے

پل میں کہاں سے کہاں تک پہنچا دیتے ہیں ۔زمین سے آسمان تک رساٸ ہونے لگتی ہیں ۔آسمان سے اٹکیلیاں کرنے بادلوں کو چھونے لگتی ہوں ۔

دھنک کے رنگوں میں اترنے لگتی ہوں۔

پنچھیوں کے گیت سننے لگتی ہوں ۔

مگر یہ" پر" میرے وجود کا حصہ نہ رہیں تو شاید

بن پر تتلی کی مانند کوٸ وجود باقی نہ رہ 

پاۓ گا ۔

ہاں میری اڑان کے لیے تمھارا ساتھ ہونا ہی اٹل ہے ۔



وہ نظم جو تمھارے وجود سے جڑی



 وہ نظم جو تمھارے وجود سے جڑی 

تکمیل کے مراحل میں تھی 

اب کے لگتا ہے کہ ادھوری ہی رہ جاۓ گی 

کہ اسکو میرا بخت لے ڈوبا 

وہ بھی وقت کے پنوں میں کسی کباڑ خانے 

کے کسی سیلن زدہ حصے میں دھری 

اپنی آخری سانسیں بھرتی کتابوں کے ملبے میں 

بے سدھ پڑی ملے گی 

دیکھو نا اب کے تمھاری خواہش بھی ادھوری رہ گٸ کہ میری لکھی نظمیں کسی کتب خانے میں شیشے کے اس پار خوبصورتی سے 

سجاٸ کتابوں کے بیچ شان سے دھری ہوٸی ملیں  

اور جب کبھی تمھارا گزر ہو ، گلاس ونڈو کے اس پار تمھاری غیرارادی نظر پڑتے ہی 

میرے نام کے وہ  مختصر حروف تھمارے لبوں 

پر انمول سی مسکان کو بکھیر چھوڑیں 

مگر کیا کی جۓ 

کچھ چیزیں نامکمل ہی بھلی لگتی ہیں 

اور ان میں سرِفہرست میری تمھارے لیے لکھی گٸیں وہ چند " نظمیں " ہیں 



اور پتا ہے خوبصورتی کی معیاد کتنی ہوتی ہے؟



 اور پتا ہے خوبصورتی  کی معیاد کتنی ہوتی ہے؟

گنتی کے محض  چند برس 

وہ مدت جس میں کوٸ حسین چہرہ اپنی پوری آب و تاب سے

عروج کی بلندیوں پر اڑتا پھرتا ہے ۔

 نزاکتوں کا پیکر

حسرت بھری نگاہوں کا اسیر 

دیکھنے والے نظر بھر کر دیکھنے پر مجبور ہو جاتے ہیں

جسے دیکھ کر وقت تھم جاۓ  نگاہیں پلٹنا بھول جاٸیں

مگر۔۔۔  ۔۔آخر کب تک ؟؟

جب چہرے پر گزرتے وقت کی کڑی چھاپ درج 

ہوتی چلی  جاتی ہے تو  بدنما جھریوں کی صورت دکھنے لگتی ہے ۔

تو رونق رفتہ رفتہ ماند پڑنے لگتی ہے 

وجود کھوکھلا ہوتا چلا جاتا ہے 

اور وہی حُسن کا وقتِ زوال  شروع ہوتا ہے 

پھر نہ   کوٸ آب و تاب باقی رہتی ہے  نہ اٹھتی نگاہیں

نہ کشش ۔نہ ہجوم ۔نہ عروج ۔ نہ ہی وقت

تو یہ طے ہوا کہ حسن اتنی بڑی دلیل نہیں 

جس کے تاقب میں اک عمر لٹا دی  جاۓ



روشنی مزاجوں کا کیا عجب مقدر ھے



روشنی مزاجوں کا کیا عجب مقدر ھے
زندگی کے رستے میں
بچھنے والے کانٹوں کو
راہ سے ہٹانے میں
ایک ایک تنکے سے آشیاں بنانے میں
خوشبوئیں پکڑنے میں
گلستاں سجانے میں
عمر کاٹ دیتے ھیں


اور اپنے حصے کے پھول بانٹ دیتے ھیں
کیسی کیسی خواہش کو قتل کرتے جاتے ھیں
درگزر کے گلشن میں ابر بن کے رہتے ھیں
صبر کے سمندر میں
کشتیاں چلاتے ھیں


یہ نہیں کہ ان کو اس روز و شب کی خواہش کا
کچھ صلہ نہیں ملتا
مرنے والی آسوں کا
خون بہا نہیں ملتا


زندگی کے دامن میں
جس قدر بھی خوشیاں ھیں
سب ھی ھاتھ آتی ھیں
سب ھی مل بھی جاتی ھیں
وقت پر نہیں ملتیں


یعنی ان کو محنت کا اجر مل تو جاتا ھے
لیکن اس طرح جیسے
قرض کی رقم کوئی قسط قسط ہو جائے
اصل جو عبارت ھو
پسِ نوشت ھو جائے


فصلِ گُل کے آخر میں پھول ان کے کھلتے ھیں
ان کے صحنوں میں سورج
دیر سے نکلتے ھیں!