The Famous Battle


the whispers

There you remain
hidden,
in distance
out of my reach
one day,
I will find you

as they arrive in millions
from all corners
as the ocean greets them
there I will find you
through these mosaics
of peace and its moments
tranquility and its magic

only the murmur
in the distance,
now exists of this struggle
there I will find you,
as change will decipher itself,
the existence lived
through these years
of toil and labour
there you will find me,
dreamers…
where once we got together
and the madness

There you remain
hidden,
as peace finally returns
in these avenues
where we had once fought,
the famous battle….

The Beast


The playful tunes of memory,
As I step away from the beast
Just a shadow, just a reminder
Of all what was to be remembered,
Of all what was to be forgotten
The war that was fought
As my heart traversed
Through years of silence
As the oceans meet the horizon
Only the boat and the journey
My soul and its occupants
The four trees and its shadow
As I sit underneath
All peace, and tranquillity,
My fellow inhabitants and travellers
Change has come, the war won..
I hear the drums and its rapture,
In the distance, as I step away…….

Tsunami


Tsunami - Poem By Mr. Asim Khan

A wave,
It strikes

Kill it will
Corruption
Status quo

Birth
Of new
Passion
In colours

Youth
In its dew
The ocean
Alive

Memories
Interwoven
The struggle
Of the past

In its trail
The long years
As droplets
Of rain
Became an ocean…
The rain became a torrent…

Like Indus We Travel


Like Indus we travel,
Through those ravines and paths,
Across the bends, we will meet you,
Here we come,
Our Time has come
From each corner, you will hear,
The roars of change and passion,
We have come to claim,
What is ours and yours?

Spent enough moments,
Through these nights of our existence,
In pain and seclusion,
The stories of our lives
As the image flicker past,
As you kept us tied to the ground
The old affiliations of status quo,
Watch you will,
At your peril the impact
As the river flows into the ocean
Cannot you stop or alter

Here we come,
As architecture begin to form
Its shapes and forms,
Of modernity and of progression
The revolution has just begun,
As the mind fuses with body,
In the moon lit sky across the desert
These caravans of youth
Cover we will all Pakistan,
From one corner to the other,
From one direction to the other,
Cannot you stop or alter

Our tomorrows,
Like the untrampled morning dew
Resumes its struggle
Where light is not a fire,
Where life is not a question
Where justice is not a dream
Where humanity is not a burden
Where truth is not a curse

Here we come,
Like an Indus,
We will meet you, at the ocean
As light pierces through the sky
As the truth prevails,
No longer the distant dream,
The destiny of our struggles…

KASHKIN

Hamid Mir’s Column- Imran Khan’s First Dharna- Translation


Imran Khan, you are making a mistake. Imran Khan there is danger and fear upon these streets of Peshawar. Imran Khan, in Peshawar you  can’t even gather 200 people…..Imran Khan please listen……..Imran Khan you are making a blunder as the  voices flowed in from all quarters, near and far…

All tactics were highlighted to put fear into Imran Khan regarding the Dharna (sit in). In Peshawar the concept of Dharna is dangerous and risky. Every day in Peshawar, there are bomb blasts and because of city’s worsening situation, the culture of organising protests and jalsas are no longer in vogue. The advice flowed in; instead of having a sit in on the road it is better to address the workers, in a hotel in Peshawar. But Imran Khan remained undeterred. A day before the Dharna, advice flowed from many friends to Imran Khan that “go ahead with the Dharna but please make sure there is enough security as well”. Imran Khan smiled and said “All is with Allah and He Knows best”. And finally the day came; 23rd April. He had e achieved which no other politician in Pakistan had ever done before.

As he entered into Peshawar the tail end of the procession was still in Nowsherra as people flocked together in the form of procession. The 20km long line of procession constituted all- in thousands, huddled together, men and women, young and old, in presence to raise their voices against Drone Attacks in Peshawar. The history was in its making. All these thousands were warned by their loved ones, near and far that anything can happen as Peshawar is volatile and engrossed in violence. Don’t go to Peshawar- Imran Khan is mad and don’t become part of his madness. What will happen if there is an explosion?

But why did these people leave behind the comfort of their homes and the advice of the loved ones. The answer was simple and common. Imran Khan had left his home as well and he was there with them. Imran Khan knew that he will not be able to stop the drone attacks with this protest and sit in but he wanted to dispel that sense of fear and decadence in the city of Peshawar. He wanted to give hope to those thousands who were with him and those who could not come; someone is there with them in these hours of pain and grief, without any security, bullet proof jackets and cars. He was there with them in t flesh and blood as they were. He wanted to sit with them and feel that anguish and pain through the night and days for next 48 hours.

All those critics who feverishly complained and bitterly stated that it was the establishment, the military and the army who had  brought him and supported for this sit in to add another dimension to political play and tactics. But I wish they had heard him in Peshawar. Not only did he criticise Americans for their policy of drone attacks but also the army as well for their continued attacks and killings of innocent civilians. Not only were there- , the tribals who had lost their loved ones, but people from all places, from Bajur, Orakzai, Mohmand agency and more- the young and old tribals who bitterly complained about the Army and the situation they faced.  People from North Waziristan complained heavily that in all these years they have yet to discover and to see any dead bodies of Taliban and Al-Qaeda leaders over there.

In each of these drone attacks scores of women and children and young are killed but in papers we see Al-Qaida and Taliban deaths. This old man from North Waziristan mentioned the Army and Americans are all in this together- they criticise each other in public and yet they are all working together in pursuit of this policy of terror and mayhem in the form of drone attacks. They all are tied with each other and the money that flows. The old man shouted the only hope is Imran Khan and if Imran Khan could not get these drone attacks to end, then he and his tribals will declare Jihad  on the Army and this time not in Waziristan but in Lahore and Rawalpindi.

The significance of these two days was not simply how many turned up but the manner and the courage they displayed to attend this sit in from all corners and to spend those 48 hours amidst fear and chaos with their leader, in the open skies of Peshawar. It was a spectacle not to be missed to see their leader amongst them on these streets of Peshawar.

These young people and workers may not have the experience of coordination but their emotion brunt with fervour and their hearts filled with this light and peace that finally they can together get rid of this fear, this fear of death and hopelessness together with their leader.

Also present in this procession, an old woman from Lahore. She was 10 years old when Pakistan came into being and her family had sacrificed a lot. And today again this country is being destroyed and I come here to offer my presence and support for this man, Imran Khan. Another woman, in Burqa from Swat with her eight year old son. She asked me about people involved in Mukhtara’s Mai case and how they got away   as there was not enough evidence provided to the court. The women involved in NGOs started to protest. But why don’t these NGOs protest and raise their voices when innocent children are butchered to death in drone attacks? Why don’t their conscience gets stirred by those images of horror and mayhem?

And another significant change I noticed that every single person was at the height of their political awareness. And the whole procession went wild when Imran Khan mentioned that if someone drops a bomb upon my house and kills everyone, then Imran Khan will become the biggest terrorist himself. This fervour and this enthusiasm provided that sense of fear in status quo what this youth can do. Their collective awareness and wisdom now could bring a revolution. This crowd was wild in its muse and they wanted answers to those years of sufferings.  A student from Peshawar University had vowed to himself that he will seek revenge to all the deaths in Laal Masjid but Musharaf ran away from the country. Now he has vowed to himself that he will seek revenge upon those responsible for the deaths of people killed by Raymond Davies – Asif Zardari and Shahbaz Shareef.

Almost an argument ensued with this young student from Peshawar the more I asked him about these things and his views. He mentioned about three well known journalists on the payroll of America and stated that in next sit in (Dharna), he will give these journalists the honour of having their pictures and posters clad with shoes in public. And if I do not disassociate myself from these three journalists, then he will consider me as well with them and the same treatment will be meted out to my picture as well. I wondered what if this student and hundreds more in this fervour on the streets of Lahore and Islamabad, imagine the impact these young souls can do. They can create a riot in their passion and from that sense of injustice that has dwelled upon them.

The most interesting thing came from Sardar Soran Singh. He said “When I had asked you to start a dialogue with Talibans, these people on the payroll of America and affiliations with the West screamed and protested about this”. …Now America wants to have a dialogue with the Talibans, and these very same people remain silent? Sardar Saab was representing the non Muslims in this Dharna (sit in).  Dr Fouzia Siddiqui, sister of Dr Aafia, proclaimed upon stage that she intends to present the bangles to President Zardari and Army Chief General Kiyani. So much passion and sense of pain her words created that one young man from remote village of Jaoti, in South Punjab, cried in pain and tormented and raised his hands towards the heavens, loudly offering Dua “Ae Allah Rid Pakistan from these Mir Jaffars and Mir Sadiqs”….Oh My Lord, help me and give me the strength so I can stand with Imran Khan and block this NATO route for a month and bring Dr Aafia back from America”. Seeing this young man, wildly crying in his bewilderment, it occurred to me all those intellectuals, whom had stated our allegiance to America and slavery as a ground reality, drone attacks the need of the time, and national pride and dignity simply an artificial and empty emotion.

As I wondered what if Imran Khan really decided to block roads going from Peshawar into Torkham and from Karachi into Chaman, what will the Americans do? What will they do if all routes going into Afghanistan are blocked upon call of Imran Khan? It is abundantly clear that our elected government is not going to do that – then Imran Khan will have to do what our elected government could not do.

 

 As I wondered, this man will carry the aspirations of this youth from all corners of Pakistan, these women who carried their children and the old who carried their pain and grief with them and sat through the protest. He will have to DO ALL what our elected government could not do. As I wondered……….of all what he will do, this Imran Khan what they could never do in past 60 years or so- our elected governments and our establishment. As I wandered through the streets of Peshawar, there was no fear, death and violence..Only the open skies and the man asleep amongst his people on the container….He had finally come home..As I wondered….the whole Pakistan was there, in pitched up tents, in open skies, finally freed from that bondage of slavery for 48 hours….As I wondered what the rest will do???…

As They Chase The Moon…


Solutions that exist in simplicity
Yet they invite complexity
We find roads to progression
Yet they build blocks of resistance
As silk weaves itself into protection
Amidst this destruction and creation

They create
Out of hatred and out of disbelief
The situations, out of lies
The drama, to serve their needs
The forgotten souls, not to be seen
In their words and actions
As the world play tunes to their democracy
The withering reality forbidden to explode

As we draw light from each other
Around the corners,
Near the bends
Off into horizons
Through these nights and its shades
As the chase begins for the moon
In these streets where we lost
All our innocence and life
As morning breeze embraces us
In the songs of promise and devotion

Now only silence, in their tombs
The constant companion and echoes
Of their crimes as history exchanges
The old greetings to who never learnt
In disobedience, million souls walk past
As they follow the moon in their chase
Finally freed from the chains of traitors
Finally freed from the tortures of past

Through those moments of decision
Through those moments of liberation
As million souls walk past, in consolation
As the moon begins to eclipse upon tombs
Of crimes, lies, treachery and destruction……

Kashkin