हां नहीं है दगा फितरत में हमारी मगर फ़िर भी देखो
तुम्हें जब-जब चोट लगती है हमारा ही नाम लेते हो
बड़े सलीके से बना कर रखते हैं ताल्लुक ए 'हयात'
दरम्यान कोई दरार पड़ती है हमें ही इल्ज़ाम देते हो-
Every time they try
to censor my faith,
I will become more Muslim
and rub the essence
of who I am
as if it was musk
all over their prejudice-
वो कैसा रहनुमा है जो किया करता है कत्ल बेगुनाहों का ?
किसी की लाश नहीं मिलती किसी का पोता बैठा है लाश पे-
The grass is singing
Iqbal's Shikwa today.
It was always a rebel,
this grass of green
it chose not to grow
where the sky couldn't be seen.
But it has also known
the weeds that try to look like it
it now complains that
not everything green
should be taken for it.
It watches itself killed
as fake songs sing its hamartia
that blind faith in the gardener
that moved it to inertia.
April is behaving like it's June
the grass hopes it will hear
its Jawab e Shikwa soon.-
ऐ हुक्मरानों तुम ने मुल्क का क्या हाल कर दिया
धर्म की लड़ाई में इंसानियत को पामाल कर दिया-
Some people like dark chocolate and some people don't. We don't go around telling people how they should like their chocolate. Makes sense right?
Then why all the unsolicited opinion on a Muslim woman's purdah?
Feminism is not about instructing women on what should make them feel good. It's about giving the damn choice in their hands!-
The headlines read
"France Vs Caliphate",
Or was it actually
"France Vs Terrorism?"-