A Young Poet’s Pilgrimage in the City of Poets

Another one in the series 🙂

Human Writes

Maryam MarketI met the young poet on a social media site.  Over the past few months we’ve become friends – more than friends I guess.  She addresses me in Urdu, her native language, as big brother.  I address her in Spanish as my little sister.  Odd to me, having such a relationship with someone on almost the exact opposite side of the world…Sialkot, Pakistan – the City of Poets.  I asked my little sister, the poet Maryam Shabhaz, if she would visit the shrine of Allama Iqbal, the national poet of Pakistan and another native of Sialkot, to give readers an idea of the importance of poets in her country.  She sent me these photos of her pilgrimage.

Maryam started with a photo of the bazaar, not an unusual place to start in a city with a history similar to Sialkot.  Alexander the great made Sialkot the eastern-most outpost of his empire.  Persians, Afghans, Sikhs…

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Aspiration

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Aspiration

My Lord,

Soak my soul with the lightning of raved fire,

Drench the mortal cloak with a luminous desire,

Let my famished foil caress the delicate divine vial,

Carcass of imprisonment be to the trail, left in a fretful while,

My Merciful,

Lead the flame lit routes of prism paves, whilst an unprecedented friar,

Embrace ‘tis beaten down morality, drowned in countless torments amongst needs, dire,

My Creator,

Tame my soul to shine through the social norms and aspire,

To alter the frequent prevalent charades, longeth required,

Uplift the revered pathos above all tyrannical inquires,

Fathom the velvety darkness of pivotal python acquired,

Allama Iqbal and the City of Poets

A most wonderful, apt read about a legendary man in the words of the most amazing person.

Human Writes

Give to the youth my sighs of dawn;

Give wings to these eaglets again,

This dear Lord, is my only wish –

That my insights should be shared by all !

This poem is from the book Bal – e -Jibreel by Muhammad Iqbal, the national poet of Pakistan.  Dr. Iqbal was one of the foremost thinkers and doers of his land of Punjab, formerly India, now Pakistan.  Dr. Iqbal began his education at Scotch Mission College in his hometown of Sialkot,then did graduate work in Arabic and Philosophy at the Government College in Lahore.  He also studied in England, earning a degree in Philosophy from Cambridge University, qualified as a barrister in London, and finally earned his doctorate from the University of Munich before returning to his native land where he practiced law, became a professor of Philosophy and English Literature, and produced poetic…

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You and I

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You and I

I pledge to open my heart

To witness the screens of biased plots

I request to you, my friend

Spare a few relentless specks of unrest

And to me, grant your thoughts for a mere courtesy

For a moment, travel to the roads of willful spiritual ecstasy

Together, let’s pave a world free of greed

With you and I, let’s eradicate every fanatical fantasy

My world is a precious belonging to me

For I would not wish to see it bleed

And fiddle all the accusations to thee

My world is a world with no creed

I may be a maimed soul with numerous maladies

But, my heart still rejoices all the gleeful melodies

Of yonder, the time of peaceful sprees

Those days when judgments of pride shall hear no decree

Maligned soul struggles to battle that intolerant abnormality

And looks up to heaven in wait of intervention, devotedly

Social Media and Friends?

“I think that that is one of the most sincere signs of a friendship.” It is and regretfully, the power problems carry on the bull in the bull fight you mentioned !
I had always been most cynical about the cyber space commmunications but, you are right. We have to re-evaluate the prejudices towards it.

Human Writes

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I never thought about friendships formed through social media, or any technologically mediated communications, as a possibility.  As a matter of fact, I’ve been critical of any claims of such friendships made by students or relatives young enough to never have known a world without such possibilities.  Now I’m going to have to re-evaluate a few established prejudices.  This is not easy after discounting the whole idea as being born from the isolation and desperation of shut-in computer nerds and people so socially inept they can’t form meaningful bonds with “real” friends.

She – a young woman from a medium-sized city located in the border area where India, Pakistan, and Kashmir have established imaginary lines defining their geographical claims.  Several of these imaginary lines are dotted lines, disputes that often result in social, political, and religious divides supported by prideful indignation and suspicion, which makes for a dangerous neighborhood.

Me – a White-looking male twice…

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