Najwan Darwish

بلھے شاہ

پڑھ پڑھ عالم فاضل ہویا

کدے اپنڑے آپ نوں پڑھیا نہیں

جا جا وَڑدا مسجداں مندراں اندر

کدے مَن اپنے وچ وَڑیا ای نہیں

ایویں روز شیطان نال لڑدا 

کدی نفس اپنڑے نال لڑیا ای نہیں

بُلھے شاہ اسمانی اُڈدیاں پھَڑدا ایں

جہڑا کہر بیٹھا اونوں پھڑیا ای نہیں 

You read so many books to become knowledgable,
yet you fail to ever read your own heart

Over and over you run towards temples and mosques;
would you dare to enter the shrine of your soul?

You are quick to attack Satan,
but pride is a battle you have not yet won

Bulleh Shah, you try to grab that which is in the sky,
when you've never gotten ahold of what is inside of you

(via my father)

Habib Jalib (Alternatively--Am I A Hypocrite for Posting This Poem?)

Had I too been a courtier of the imperialists
Life would have been a piece of cake 
My children too would have studied in America 
And every summer would have been spent in England. 
My English would be devilishly clever 
Had I not been a lowly Urdu waala 
Had I bowed my head for a knighthood 
I too would have been called an exalted leader. 
I would have owned lands in every region 
By God! I could have been the President of Pakistan!

القدس‎

I was lucky enough to spend the new year in Jerusalem. Crossing the border was a lot easier than expected (in fact it was probably an easier process for me than re-entering the US, where I was born...) and mostly everyone we encountered at the border and in Israel was very kind.

The architecture of the haram there is pretty spectacular and very different, and I am very glad I was able to visit. But... what I saw was kind of horrifying. I hope I can visit again so I have little to say. But what I find even more horrifying is that so many people visit and live in the area and see no problem, or think that it is justified. I don't think I can brush it off any longer.

I was surprised that there is much less security, checkpoints, and less of a military presence in the areas I visited than Pakistan. I guess this says something about Pakistan, haha.

I was reminded of one of my favorite poems by Mahmoud Darwish (which is probably more aggressive than what I would like to reference when I mention Jerusalem but relax it is just a poem):

Write down:

I am an Arab

You stole the meadows of my ancestors and a land I used to cultivate

Together with all my children

You didn’t leave to us or to my offspring

Anything—except these rocks

So will your government take them away as well, as it’s been announced

In that case

Write down

On top of the first page:

“I don’t hate people, and I don’t steal from anyone

But… If I starve, I will eat

 The flesh of my oppressor

So beware, beware of my hunger and rage”

:سجل

انا عربي

سُلبت كروم اجدادي وارضا كنت افلحها

انا وجميع اولادي

فلم تترك لنا ولكل احفادي

… سوى هذي الصخور

فهل ستأخذها حكومتكم… كما قيلا؟

اذن

سجل

:برأس الصفحة الاولى

انا لا أكره الناس، ولا أسطو على أحد”

ولكني … اذا ما جعت،

آكل لحم مغتصبي

“حذار… حذار… من جوعي ومن غضبي

You know, I had a very good friend in high school who, at the end of tenth grade, moved back with her family to the... region. We exchanged emails in order to keep in touch but high school was so busy that I never emailed her. In 2014, I emailed her but didn't hear back. I had kind of forgotten about this but, when I was being driven through Madaba, I saw someone who looked exactly like her through the car window.