Hoping to be human someday!

Main Kis Tarah Se Nikaloon Badan Se Jaan-e-Husain (A.S.)?

Thursday, January 8th, 2009

This Nauha is a converstaion between Allah and Malak-ul-Maut on how he should pull Imam Husain’s (A.S.) soul out of his blood-pouring, broken and battered body.

This is how the conversation starts:

خدا  نے  جب   ملک  الموت   کو  یہ   اذن  دیا

کہ   روحِ  حضرتِ   سرور  نکال   کر   لے  آ

رہے   خیال   کہ   شبّیر    کو    نہ    ہو   ایذاء

حسین  پہلے  ہی  زخمون  سے چور چور  ہوا

ملک پکارا یہ مجھہ سے نہ ہو سکے گا ،  خدا

میں کس طرح سے نکالوں بدن سے جانِ حسین

بہت  ہی  سخت  ہے  یارب  یہ  امتحانِ  حسین

Allah tells Malak-ul-Maut various ways to extract the soul, through the neck, tongue, back, etc and every time Malak-ul-Maut gives a reason why he can’t.

Just see the way this Nauha ends. It’s going to send a chill down your spine. I’ve listened to it thousands of times, but each time I do it gives me goosebumps.

Video:

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Audio:

Shadman Raza – Imtihan-e-Husain (A.S.)

Allahumal’an Qatalatal Husaina Wa Ashabihi!

O Allah, send your wrath on those who killed Husain and his followers!

 

PPPP: Parveen Phenyl Pathan Post

Monday, December 1st, 2008

A couple of weeks ago,  my Mom was angry at the maasi, Parveen, for trying to sneak phenyl bottles away to her own house.

It started when Parveen came to ask my Mom for a new phenyl bottle and said that the previous one was empty. My Mom became suspicious and she checked out the place where the bottle in use was kept. And there it was, a brand new bottle filled to the top, in open view. Naturally, she became furious at Parveen for asking for a new bottle when there was already one present. A long phadda ensued during which my Mom verbally clobbered the maasi top, left, right and bottom and the maasi kept trying to fight back but to no avail. Verdict: Parveen was trying to sneak bottles away and was a bloody thief.

*****

Now, in light of the recent happenings in Karachi, and also having heard the tales of Pathans misbehaving with women and abducting whole buses full of them from Korangi in the wake of Benazir’s brilliant decision to wave at her supporters by appearing through the sunroof, her opinion about Pathans and Afghanis isn’t really a flattering one. Our house is located in a predominantly MQM area but an ANP (Pathan) stronghold is not far off.

She was talking to my phuppo on the phone today about the situation in Karachi.

During the conversation, she remarked: “If Pathans ever attack our home, I have two phenyl bottles ready. I’ll drink one and give the other one to my daughter to protect us from their misbehavior.”

You know me… :mrgreen:

“What if Parveen has snuck those bottles away?”

جوس انڈا

Tuesday, November 18th, 2008

There is a Bengali boy, Jahangir, who works in my father’s workshop at the back of our house. He lives here and sometimes he does some kitchen chores also. Yesterday, he made tea. I had a cold recently which became the cause of the following conversation:

جہانگیر: چائے نکال دوں؟

میں: تھوڑی دیر میں۔

جہانگیر: جوس انڈا ڈالنا ہے؟

میں[گھبرا کر]: جوس انڈا؟

جہانگیر: جوسانڈا۔

میں: جوشاندہ؟

جہانگیر: ہاں۔