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GHOSTS OF MIANDAM

August 8, 2010

It is now almost 17 years to the day that I first stepped into Swat. Being a thorough Karachite, I was totally mesmerized by the snow capped mountains, lush green forest and pristine waters. We were just married and it was our first foray outside the concrete jungle into the real one. I never thought that to see such natural beauty, you just have to travel north. We took a tour organized by PTDC. That includes hotel bookings, a car and drive/guide.  On our first day, Toti khan (our driver and guide) took us to Malam Jabba. It is a trip that I can never forget. Driving an hour to the top of the mountain, we reached an empty hotel and ski resort. The view was simply breathtaking. Later we shopped at Madyan, stayed at Kaalam and also went into Ushu valley and saw the glacier over there. But it was our first night stay at Miandam that became the topic of this story. PTDC motel in Miandam is on a mountaintop. From there you look down to the valley and the nearby mountains. There is a small sitting place on top of the mountain where you can have breakfast or tea. Again it can be one of most picturesque tea that you can ever have. The motel has an amazing array of flowers and fruit trees.

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPkAmV2wOks

When we reached there, the motel was full to capacity. Usually after 8pm, the generators stops working and the whole of Swat go into darkness. We took some candles with us from Islamabad. When we were about to sleep, the candle just went away. I thought that it has finished. When I went to light another one, the surprising thing was that there was not a drop of wax. The only thought that came to my mind was because of high altitude, this could be a common occurrence. This phenomenon repeated two or three times. Finally I got bored and light the biggest and the meanest candle I had. Nothing happened after that and we went to sleep.

We went to the same motel after about 5 years. This time I had my daughter, my in laws and my brother in law with me. We took them to the same motel, as we loved its view. This time the hotel was empty and we were the only occupants. At maghrib, my mother in law was coming for Maghrib prayers at the garden when she nearly fell down. She felt that somebody pushed her. When she looked back, she saw quite a huge dog at a distance staring at her. She thought that she has tripped and proceeded to offer her prayers. I asked my brother in law to go downhill the mountain and bring some chapli kababs for us. They are just amazing. When he was returning, the lights went off. As he was walking uphill, he swears that he heard someone walking right beside him. He stopped for a second and noise also stopped. He started walking again and the footsteps can be heard again. As he reached near the motel, lights came back and as he turned around to see who was there, he was alone on the street. He was a bit scared and came back. He didn’t mention any of this to us.

In the night, when he and his mother were sitting in the garden, they saw a small light (like the end of a cigarette) and some smoke. He thought somebody was smoking. He went over there out of curiosity and as he moved near this light, it moved away from him. He keeps following and suddenly he realized that he has reached the corner and the light is on the empty space beside the mountain. He turned right away. Again he didn’t mention any of this to us.

Finally in the night, as we were sleeping in one room, my father in law woke up. He saw a small light again very near to his face and he feet that there is a huge weight on his chest. As per him, the scene is quite scary as the only noise in the room was my loud snoring. (Oh yes I do that too…ghosts, gunfire, music.. nothing comes between my sleep and my snoring). He started reciting durood and aayas and slowly that light and that weight went away.

Next morning we proceeded to Kaalam and the rest of the trip went without further incident. It is only when we reached back to Islamabad that they narrated these stories to each other and us and I remembered our earlier incident. There were quite few trees planted in the motel’s garden in remembrance of Pakistanis and foreigners that drowned in the nearby River Swat.

So was it a ghost or a spirit? We don’t know and don’t want to know. When I reached back to Karachi and mentioned it my driver who himself is a Swati, he just shrugged his shoulders and said, “Sahib, this is a mountainous and a barren area. We see things like that all the time, they never hurt anyone.”

So will I go back to Miandam ever with my family? In a heartbeat. Only if you throw out the Talibans from there. As I believe that they are more crazy and lunatic that the ghosts of Miandam. The ghosts just scare you. The Talibans can do things that even the ghosts are embarrassed to even think about.

I still remember Swat as the most beautiful place on earth that I ever saw. The scenery is pretty and the people were very hospitable. May Allah take care of that beautiful land and its inhabitants save them from men made and natural calamities.

Have you ever heard a similar incident in the same hotel?

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Jinnah…the lost speeches…akaThe Arabian Sea Scrolls

June 17, 2010

Background

Near  Keti Bandar coast, two miles in the Arabian Sea, there is a small cone shaped rock . Due to recent geological changes, it became more prominent and has come out more from the sea. Near the top you can observe that there is a cave. During one recent Pak Navy expedition, they ventured into the cave and were astonished to find that it holds probably the biggest treasure of Pakistan’s History. One of the sailors I interviewed said that when they entered they found the cave to be  in the shape of a squarish hall. Four statues guard each corner. In the middle of the hall was a metal container fixed on a stone table. The following words were inscripted on the containor…”Mayans were wrong…Qiyamat will not come in December 2012. Only Geo’s Dr. Shahid Masood can tell you the correct date”. The 4 statues represented the 4 pillars of society. One statue had a green turban with a green parrot in his hand. The other one had a white turban with a prayer bead (tasbih) and the third one has a black turban with a gun…The most intriguing was the fourth one. It sports  a red beret. On his chest was inscripted, General of Ghazwa-e-Hind….Follower of GHQ on Twitter.

On the Eastern wall there was a mural, although time and weather had erased the mural features, but you can still make out a man with a good size moustache handing a sword to a thin frail man sitting on a white horse. As per good Islamic practices (as idolatry is forbidden) all these statues and the human representations in the mural are without noses.

The metal container was removed and was handed over to Pakistan Historical Society. However it caused much delay to find out that whether such society exists. As we all know that Pakistan is a progressive society and we believe in a bright future rather than history. However much to the dismay of the progressive forces of the country, there exists a Historical Society in a small one room flat in Gulshan and the container was handed over to them. They society after calling the local locksmith guy was able to open the container.

They were shocked to examine the contents. Firstly because the metal container touched their old millat fan and gave them a huge shock and secondly after realising what the continuer holds. Immediately they contacted the federal government and the Quaid-e-Azam Academy and they sent their team of experts to review the contents. What they found out were actual speeches made by Jinnah which were either lost in time or were changed by the governments of the time to meet their own agendas. They authenticity of document was confirmed by a certificate written in Jinnah’s own hand writing. The certificate was confirmed by the leading ulemas of Jamat-e-Islami and Jamiat-e-ulema-e-Islam Hind. The certificate shows that it was Allama Iqbal Sunni Barelvi Shayer-e-Sialkot who advises Jinnah sahib that it is very likely that the secular forces would try to distort his message. He advised Jinnah to made double copies of his speeches which can be stored at a safe place. Iqbal than created a tlism at the rock where the container carrying the speeches will be stored. The tlism was represented by the 4 statures guarding the golden thoughts of the Quaid. The reappearance of the rock was no geographical incident but the working of the tlism. When darkness will envelope the land of the pure, the hand of god will make the foundation pillars of this great country reappear. The same way the hand of god takes care of budget deficits every year.

The Speeches.

The speeches were divided into various sections. They provided the guiding light about how this nation will be governed. The biggest shock was the speech supposedly given by Jinnah in the constituent Assembly of Pakistan on August , 1947. As per the available records, he said

You are free; you are free to go to your temples, you are free to go to your mosques or to any other place or worship in this State of Pakistan. You may belong to any religion or caste or creed that has nothing to do with the business of the State. You will no doubt agree with me that the first duty of a government is to maintain law and order, so that the life, property and religious beliefs of its subjects are fully protected by the State.

History was rewritten as the original words were

You are free; you are free to die in your temples, you are free to be killed/maimed/murdered in your respected sectarian mosques or in any other place or worship (read Qadiani/Ahmedi/Lahori)  in this State of Pakistan. You may belong to any religion or caste or creed that has everything to do with the business of the State. You will no doubt agree with me that the first duty of a government is to provide various ways of provisions of decent livelihoods to the people who govern you.

At the end of this para he recited a couplet of Iqbal which was censored out by Sir Abdul Qadir from his kalam

Sabaq phir phar himaqat  ka, shahadat ka, janabat ka

Liya jaye ga tujh say kaam duya ki namaz-e-janaza ka

Another gem was from his speech at the inauguration of SBP. The following is what is usually quoted and after that what he actually said over there

The abnormal rise in the cost of living has hit the poorer sections of society including those with fixed incomes very hard indeed and is responsible to a great extent for the prevailing unrest in the country. The policy of the Pakistan Government is to stabilize prices at a level that would be fair to the producer, as well as the consumer. I hope your efforts will be directed in the same direction in order to tackle this crucial problem with success.

Here is what he actually wrote

The abnormal rise in the cost of living is normal and is a sign of growth. The people of Pakistan should learn to live with it. In fact they and their families should work 2-3 jobs thus increasing productivity and growth to the nation. If there is unrest, it will be handled with an iron fist of our armed forces. The policy of the Pakistan Government is to stabilize prices at a level that would be beneficial to the foreign producer. I hope your efforts will be directed in the same direction in order to tackle this crucial problem with success.

While giving an interview to American press representatives in July 1942, when asked by one of the journalists whether the Muslims were a nation or not, Jinnah was quoted as follow:

We are a nation with our own distinctive culture and civilization, language and literature, art and architecture, names and nomenclature, sense of values and proportion, legal laws and moral codes, customs and calendar, history and traditions, aptitudes and ambitions, in short, we have our own distinctive outlook on life and of life. By all cannons of international law we are a nation

Here is what he actually said

We are a nation comprising of various nations defined by the fiqas we follow, languages we speak and whether we wear our pants/pajamas/shalwars/dhotis ankle high or not. In short, we have our own distinctive outlook on life and death. By all cannons of international law we are a nation. That is one of the reasons why cannon of International law are a failure.

His views on whether Pakistan is a secular state as expressed in his policy speech on August 11, 1947 said:’

There is no other solution. Now what shall we do? Now, if we want to make this great State of Pakistan happy and prosperous, we should wholly and solely concentrate on the well-being of the people, and especially of the masses and the poor. If you will work in co-operation, forgetting the past, burying the hatchet, you are bound to succeed. If you change your past and work together in a spirit that everyone of you, no matter to what community he belongs, no matter what relations he had with you in the past, no matter what is his color, caste or creed, is first, second and last a citizen of this State with equal rights, privileges, and obligations, there will be no end to the progress you will make. I cannot emphasize it too much.

How is possible that the father of the nation utter such blasphemous words. Now we know what he actually said was:

There is no other solution. Now what shall we do? Now, if we want to make this great State of Pakistan happy and prosperous, we should wholly and solely concentrate on the definition of who is a Muslim and most importantly, who is not. The time of the state should than be spent on making laws to make the life of a non Muslim a living hell. The poor should also be regarded as non Muslims. They are poor because they are not good followers. If you will work in co-operation, always live in the past, you are bound to succeed. If you change your past into a glorious one (which it was not ) and work together in a spirit that everyone of you, if he belongs to the right community or fiqah, no matter what relations he had with you in the past (if he has the right contacts and dough, he is your relative, as all  musalmans are brothers), if he is of fair color, right caste or creed, is first, second and last a citizen of this State with equal rights, privileges, and obligations, there will be no end to the progress you will make. I cannot emphasize it too much.

On October 11, 1947, in an address to Civil, Naval, Military and Air Force Officers of Pakistan Government, Karachi, he said:

We should have a State in which we could live and breathe as free men and which we could develop according to our own lights and culture and where principles of Islamic social justice could find free play.

How it was possible…here is what he really meant

We should have a State in which you and you alone could live and breathe as free men and which we could develop according to your own lights and culture and where principles of Islamic social justice could find free play for you.

It is also mentioned that the officers sang  a milli naghma titiled

Itnay baray jeewan sagar mein tu nay hum ko Pakistan diya

Kiyonnnnnnnnnnnn   Ala …..Akhir Kiyon Ala

On February 21, 1948, in an address to the officers and men of the 5th Heavy Ack Ack and 6th Light Ack Ack Regiments in Malir, Karachi, he said:

You have to stand guard over the development and maintenance of Islamic democracy, Islamic social justice and the equality of manhood in your own native soil. With faith, discipline and selfless devotion to duty, there is nothing worthwhile that you cannot achieve.

 

He actually uttered the following the brave soldiers.

 

You have to stand guard and govern over the development and maintenance of Islamic democracy, Islamic social justice and the equality of manhood (women are inferior and you rule them) in the military. The objective of creation of this state is your welfare. With faith, discipline and selfless devotion to duty, there is nothing worthwhile that you cannot achieve besides takht-e- Pakistan. Your first and foremost duty is to conquer the land of Bengal, Sindh, NWFP and Balochistan to make the might of Pakistan known to others. The budget belongs to you. Deficits are the responsibility of the IMF and the second class people of Pakistan.  

It is also clarified through these papers that the Quaid never attended a independence day reception and dance as propagated by some nefarious elements. In fact he attended a Mehfil-e-Qawwali at Dargah Abdullah Shah Ghazi to honor the event.

This is just a small excerpt from a huge collection of original thoughts from the founder. Unfortunately some devilish portion of society raised questions about the validity of these papers. The papers have been sent for carbon dating to Rehman Malik laboratory of Carbon Analysis in Surrey Palace. Initial reports are quite positive. Once we get the final report, the government has promised to sent those devilish elements for their carbon dating  at Attock fort. The government will than publish the complete works so the constitution of Pakistan will be redone and will be made according to the dreams of founders of the land of the pure….

Keep watching this space for the uncensored kalam of Allam Iqbal and a progress report about the excavation of the remains of a mosque at Moenjodaro.

ستاروں بھرا آسمان

April 21, 2010

میرے بچپن کا آسمان ستاروں سے کیسا بھرا ہوا ہوتا تھا۔ 

 یہ بات ایسے یاد آئ کہ کسی نے آسمان دیکھ کر کہا

 ” کتنے ستارے  نظر آ رہے ہیں”۔ میں نے نظر اٹھا کر

دیکھا تو آسمان ستاروں سےمزین تھا

 

چھتیس سال پہلے کی بات یاد آءی۔71 کی جنگ

 زوروں پہ تھی۔ شہر میں بلیک آؤٹ ہوا تھا۔ میں

 باہر چارپاءی پر اپنے نانا کے ساتھ لیٹا ہوا تھا۔

 آسمان ایسے لگ رہا تھا جیسے کسی الھژ دوشیزہ

 کی ستاروں بھری اوڑھنی۔ (خدا جانے یہ ادیبوں

 کی ٹھرک کب جاۓ گی۔ ہر استعارے میں دوشیزہ

 کود جاتی ہے)۔ وقت نےاتنے موٹے شیشوں کی

عینک لگا دی جسے اتار کر پتہ ہی نہیں چلتا کہ

 سامنے دوشیزہ ہے کہ انسپکٹر جعفر حسین۔

ہاں وہ تھا کراچی کا بلیک آؤٹ والا آسمان اور

 یہ ہے ٹورونٹو کی سفید جہنم والی سردی کا

 ٹھٹھرتا ہوا آسمان۔ مگر روشنیوں سے مرصع۔

 جب برف گرتی ہے تو باہر اتنی روشنی ہو جاتی

 ہے کہ بقول ہماری دادی رمضان کی راتوں میں نور

 برس رہا ہے۔

کیا کچھ نہ بدلہ ان سالوں میں، زمین چھوٹی، ماں باپ

 کو چھوڑا صرف ایک دیوانگی اور ایک خواب کہ

 چلو چل کہ دکھاتے ہیں کہ ہم کیا ہیں۔ اس دیوانگی

 نے کیا کچھ نہ دیا- مگر وہ آسمان- وہ جو کبھی ستاروں

 سےمزین تھے اور وہ  آسمان جو منوں مٹی اوڑھے سو

 رھے تھے وہ چھوٹ گۓ۔

آج سوچتا ہوں کیسے کیسے آسمان کسطرح کھو جاتے

 ہیں۔یادآتا ہے کہ اسکول میںایک دوست ہوتا تھا راجہ

 ۔ نا م کا بھی اور دل کابھی ۔ کئ سال بعد پتہ چلا کہ وہ

 پنجابی تھا۔ یہ تقسیم بھع بہت بعد میں پتہ چلی (زندگی

 بھر ہم ایسے ہی گدھے رہے) خیر انکا خاندان اسکول کہ

 پاس گورنمنٹ کوارٹرز میں رہتا تھا۔اسکی والدہ کا

 انتقال ہو گیا۔ تدفین پر انکے والد نے اعلان کیاکہ وہ

 قادیانی ہیں۔ لہذا جو لوگ شرکت نہ کرنا چاہیں انکا

 شکریہ۔ محلے والے تسلیمات ایسے بجا لا ۓ کہ انکو

 محلے سے نکال دیا۔ہم سب کی شکل دیکھتے رہ گۓ۔

 ہاں “لا اکراہ فی الدین” کا مطلب سمجھ میں آ گیا۔ ‎سر

 اٹھا کر اوپر دیکھا تو نظر کمزور تھی اور تارے کچھ کم کم۔

وقت گزرتا گیا نۓ نۓ انکشافات ہوتے گۓ۔ ایک دن جمعہ

 کے خطبے میں مولوی صاحب نے بتایا کہ شیعہ کافر ہوتے

 ہیں۔ ہمارے صحابہ کو گالیاں دیتے ہیں۔ لہذا ہم نے دس

 محرم کا جلوس کا جواب دینے کے لیۓ (جو کہ ایک بدعت

 ہے) بارہ ربیع الاول کے جلوس کی بنیار ڈالی ہے۔

پھر 77 آیا اور ہم پر یہ “من حیث اللقوم” القا ہواکہ ہم دراصل

 مسلمان ہیں اور ہمیں چودہ سو سال سے اندھیرے میں رکھا

 گیا تھا۔  اس زمانے میں پانی نہ آنا اور بجلی کاجانا بھی یہود

 وہنود کی سازش ہوتی تھی۔ (کمبخت کیا قافیہ ملاتے تھے)۔

بیویاں پورا دوپٹہ اوڑھ کر اپنے میاں سے الگ پلنگ پہ سوتی

 تھیں۔ مزمل حسین صاحب محلے کے سوشل ورکر تھے۔

 سمجھاتے تھے کہ گلییوں کو صاف رکھنے کی ذمہ داری

 ہماری ہے۔ کتا بھی کہیں بیٹھتا ہے تو دم سے جگہ صاف کر

 کہ بیٹھتا ہے ہم تو اشرف المخلوقات ہیں۔ مگر ایک شدید

 شرعی نقص تھا ان میں جس نہ انکی تمام اچھائیوں پہ پردہ

 ڈال دیا تھا۔ وہ  شیعہ تھے محرم میں گھر پر مجلس کروایا کرتے تھے۔

 باقاعدہ نواسہءرسول کا ماتم ہوتا تھا۔ہمارے تایا کا ارشاد

 ہوا کہ سالہ رافضی بھنگی ہے۔

بینائ کمزور ہوتی گئ اور آسمان پہ تاریکی بڑھتی جا رہی

 تھی کہ یکایک چند بیحد بڑے انکشافات ہوۓ، جنہوں نے

 ماضی کے ان تمام کارناموں کو طاق پہ رکھ دیا۔ ایک تو یہ

 کہ افغانستان میں جہاد اکبر ہو رہا ہے اور مجاہدین نے

 صحابہ ء بدرواحد کی یاد تازہ کر دی ہے۔ دوسرے نے ہماری

آس پاس کی زندگی پہ زیادہ اثر ڈالا۔ ہمیں پتہ چلا کہ ہم مہاجر ہیں۔

 واۓ ناکامی کہ اہل زبان یہاں جاہل سندھیوں ڈگے پنجابیوں،

 قاتل پٹھانوں اور اجڈ بلوچیوں ( یا بقول شخصے عجمیوں)

 میں پھنس گۓ۔ہمارہ مقام تو ستاروں سے بھی بلند ہے۔

 (ان  ستاروں سے جنکی تعداد روز بروز کم ہوتی جا رہی

تھی) مگر صاحب پورے ملک میں سب سے پڑھے

 لکھے عالم و فاضل ہم ہیں، اسکے باوجود ہمیں ہمارا صحیح

 مقام نہیں ملا بس بھیا کا خطاب دے کر کونے میں

 بٹھا دیا ورنہ بقول داغ

اپنے محبوب کی خاطر منظور تھی ورنہ

قرآن   بھی   اترتا     بزبان    دہلی

چناچہ ہم نے ٹی وی  اور وی سی آر بیچا اور کلاشنکوف

 خرید لی اور دے مار ساڑھے چار کر دیا۔ مزاق برطرف

 ہم دوسروں کا ذکر کر رہے ہیں کہ اتنے موٹے شیشوں کی

 عینک کے ساتھ ہم غلیل بھی نہیں چلا سکتے تھے اور

 صرف چاقو دیکھ کر ہمارہ پاجامہ گیلا ہو جاتا ہے ۔

مگر ایک بڑی عجیب بات ہوئ۔ ہر بوری میں بند لاش

 پہ ایک ستارہ غائب ہو جاتا۔ کمبختوں کا آسیب انکی

 روشنی جیسے ڈھانک دیتا۔

 زیرجامہ کی طرح بدلتی جمہوری حکومتوں کے زمانے

میں ہم نے سوچا چلو میاں زمیں دیکھ فلک دیکھ کے

 مصداق یہاں سے نکل چلتے ہیں یہاں تو چودھویں

 کا چاند بھی پھیکا پڑ گیا ہے بلکہ رمضان شو؛ل اور

 ذی الحج کا پہلی کا چاند تو سرخ رنگ کا ہونے لگا ہے۔

 تذکرہ ء غوثیہ میں مذکور ہے کہ ایک پیر صاحب بمعہ

 مریدوں کے کہیں جا رہے تھے۔شام ہوئی تو پڑاؤ ڈالا۔

 ہر مرید کے ذمے خدمت کی۔ کسی کے ذمے پا نی، کسی

 کے ذمے آگ وغیرہ۔ جس مرید کے ذمے آگ کی تھی، وہ

 خالی واپس آ گیا۔ کہنے لگا میاں، اس بیاباں میں آدم نہ

 آدم زاد، آگ کہاں سے لاؤں۔ پیر صاحب ناراض ہو کر

 بولے، تمہیں اپنی طاقت کا انداذہ نہیں، میرے مرید ہو،

 زمین نہ سہی، جاؤ جہنم سے لے کر آؤ۔ مرید جہنم پہنچ

 گئے، دیکھا تو وہاں لق ودق میدان، بیچ میں ایک پتھر پہ

 ایک آدمی بیٹھا ہے۔ پوچھا تم کون، اس نے کہا، جھنم کا

 نگران۔ انہوں نے آگ مانگی تو وہ بولا میاں یہاں آگ

 کہاں۔ یہ حیران ہو کر بولے، جہنم میں آگ نہیں! وہ

بولا یہاں آگ نہیں ہوتی جو آتا ہے اپنی آگ ساتھ لے کر

 آتا ہے، چناچہ ہم نےاپنی آگ اور اپنا  تان توبڑا اٹھایا،

 جورو جاتا کو بغل میں دبایا اور ٹورونٹو میں اتر گۓ۔

 یہاں پہنچھ کر تو چکر سے آ گۓ۔ ہر شاخ پہ ایک نیا پرندہ۔

 ایک سو چھیانوے ملکوں کے لوگ اور خدا کا غضب

 اسقدر یہودوہنود کہ دیکھ دیکھ کر دماغ سن ہو جاۓ۔

 کمبخت آبکو اپنے حال میں ایسا پھنساتے ہیں توبہ۔

 اپنے ملک والے تو ذرا اتنظار کرتے ہیں، بندہ ذرا

سیٹل ہو جاۓ نوکری گھر اور گاڑی ذرا بہتر ہو جاۓ

 تو منہ لگائیں گے۔ مگر یہ لوگ تو پہلے دن سے ہی

 آپ  پر کام شروع کر دیتے ہیں۔ ہر بات پہ حوصلہ ہر

 وقت مدد کے لیۓ حاضر۔ شروع میں ہم جب پیغمبری

 وقت سے گزر رہے تھے اور ہمارے بھائی ہمیں بتا

 رہے تھے کہ یہ سب ہماری کھال کی وجہ سے ہے۔

 ایک ہندوستانی ہمارے پاس آۓ اور بولے کہ میاں شرو‏ع

 میں ہر  کوئی اس چکی سے گزرتا ہے۔ یہاں مواقع

 بیشمار، ہمت نہ ہارو لگے رہو۔ پھر ہنس کہ بولے کہ

 یار ہمارے تمہارے ملک میں اگر کوئی حبشی آجاۓ تو

 کیا سلوک کرو گے۔ بات کڑوی تھی جو اس بات کا ثبوت

 تھی کہ سچی تھی۔ ایک بات عجیب تھی کہ آسمان پہ

 ستارے کہیں زیادہ تھے۔

موسم بے تحاشہ سرد مگرجیسے ہی سردی چھٹی

 اسکی وجہہ سمجہ میں آ گئ۔ اگر یوسفی صاحب ہوتے

 تو کہتے “بقول مرزا خدا نے اس قوم پر سردی کی مار اس

 لیۓ ماری ہے کہ یہ قوم ذرا سی گرمی میں کپڑے اتار دیتی ہے”

ہم ایک دوست کے ہمراہ ڈرائیونگ لائسنس کے دفتر

 گۓ۔ باہر نکل کر وہ بولے دیکھیئے کیا انتظام تھا آپ

لائن میں لگتے گئے اور کام ہوتا چلا گیا، ہم بو لے میاں

 اگر یہ پاکستان ہوتا تو ہم باہر بن کباب والے کو پیسے دیتے

 اور پکا لائسنس لے کر گھر چلے جاتے۔ وہ اپنا مونہہ لے کر

 رہ گۓ۔

نوکری بھی ملی تو بنک میں۔ آنکھیں چوپٹ کھل گئیں۔

 کمبخت سود کو سود کہتے ہیں۔ ختنہ کر کہ مشرف بااسلام

 کر کہ مارک اپ نہیں کہتے۔ یہاں تک کہ گدھوں کو

 سود پہ سود لینا بھی نہیں آتا۔ اب آپ دیکھیے ہمارے یہاں

 مارک اپ کے ہونے سے کتنی بڑی معاشی تبدیلی آ گئی ہے۔

 دودھ کی نہریں ابل پڑیں۔ ہمارے اٹھارہ بیس فیصد سود کے

 مقابلے میں یہاں صرف چار پانچ فیصد۔ ہونہہ۔

ہنسی یوں آئی کہ جب صوبہ کیوبیک نے آزادی کی بات

 کی تو وہاں ریفرنڈم کروا دیا۔ یہ نہ کیا وہاں کی جامعہ میں

 ٹینک دوڑا دیتے، غداروں کے سروں کے مینار کھڑے کر

دیتے، انکی عورتوں کے ۔۔۔۔۔۔خیر جانے دیجئیے۔

اور تو اور کیوبیک والے بھی ایسے بزدل کہ ریفرنڈم ہار کہ

بیٹھ گۓ۔ نہ دھاندلی کے الزام نہ خودکش حملے۔ آزادی

 کہیں ایسے ملتی ہے ۔ کسی نے کیا خوب کہا ہے۔

جنوں سے اور عشق سے ملتی ہے آزادی

چند دن پہلے کی بات ہے۔ ہمارے گھر کے پاس ریلوے

 اسٹیشن پر وزیراعظم آۓ۔ ہمیں ٹی وی سے پتہ چلا۔

 ہم سکتے میں آگۓ۔ نہ کوئ ہوٹر والی گاڑی، نہ کوئ

بسوں کاجلوس، نہ ہوائ فائرنگ۔ اس سے زیادہ شان سے

 تو ہمارہ کونسلر آتا ہے۔

اپنے مذہب سے محبت کا سنیے۔ ہم اپنی کرسی پہ نماز پڑھ

رہے تھے باس آکر بولا یہاں کیوں پڑھ رہے ہو، ہم نے کہا کہ

 اے بندہ ء خدا اور کہاں پڑھیں۔ وہ گیا اور تھوڑی دیر میں

 نوٹس آ گیا کہ نماز کے اوقات میں بورڈ روم نماز کے لیۓ

 مختص ہو گا۔  کچھ دن پہلے کی بات ہے ہماری بچی

 پوچھنے لگی کہ مسلمان جمعہ کی نماز میں کیسے بم دھماکہ

 کر سکتے ہیں۔ اب ہم اسکو نماز جمعہ میں شہادت کے

 فضائل پر کیا درس دیتے۔ واقعی بچے یہاں بر مذہب سے

 بہت دور ہو جاتے ہیں۔

بات بینک سے شروع ھوئی اور کہاں پہونچ گئ۔ سود کھانے

 والوں کے ساتھ ایسا ہی ہوتا ہے۔ ہمیں برانچ بھی ملی تو خالص

 اہل یہود کے علاقے میں۔ باریش اور لمبے ہیٹ والے ہمیں دیکھ

 کر اور ہم انکو دیکھ کر چکرا گۓ۔ مگر ہم آستینیں چڑھا کر کام

میں جٹ گۓ اور جب انہوں نے دیکھا کہ بندہ کام کرنے والا ہے

تواتنا دھندا دیا کہ ہم کام سمیٹ سمیٹ کہ تھک گۓ۔ آّپ نے

 دیکھا کہ یہ لوگ پیسہ کمانے کے لیۓ کچھ بھی کر سکتے ہیں۔

 مگر ایک بات ہوئی۔ ستارے چھوڑیۓ آسمان پہ کہکشائیں

 جگمگانیں لگیں ہیں۔

کل امی کا فون آیا تھا کہنے لگیں کب تک اس ناپاک

 ملک میں رہو گے۔ میں سکتے میں آ گیا۔ آنکھوں

 کی لیزر سرجری کروا لی ہے۔ آسمان ستاروں بلکہ

کہکشائوں سے مزین و مرصع۔

 اب کیا واپس لوٹ جائوں؟

 

 

KARACHI’S FORGOTTEN CHAPTERS OF HISTORY

February 12, 2010

Being a Karachite, I was always interested in the history of this city. Karachi is a relatively a new city by the Subcontinent’s  standards. In fact, this city is in its infancy compared with thousands of years of history associated with some of the other cities. An excellent article has been written for ATP by Bilal Zuberi which provides information about the early days of this mega metropolis but I was always intrigued by two questions.

  1. Has Karachi or its adjoining areas played any part in the theatre of ancient Indian history
  2.  Who were its real founders?  We all knew that it was initially a small village of fishermen but when this mega transformation into this huge city started and what prompted it.

For my first question I found out that the earliest account of the area where Karachi is located can be found in the record books of one of Alexander-the-Great’s admirals, who sailed back home from the Greek expedition to India, from a harbor by the Indus delta, known as Krokola. I was fortunate to come across “Karachi Ki Kahani” published by Aaj Publications. I was delighted to discover that my questions were answered in the first few pages of this amazing collection. A two volume collection of essays ranging from the memoirs of Seth Naonmal Hotchand (1804-1878), (the great grandson of the founder of Karachi) to Karachi of the present day. These painstakingly collected stories tell the tale of it old citizens. How this benevolent city has always been a multi racial, multi religious and multi lingual city which burst out of seems after partition.

KARACHI IN ANCIENT HINDU HISTORY

Hinglaj

I will focus this article on two important essays of this collection. I will start with Karachi kay Teerath aur doosary maqamat  (Karachi’s Hindu pilgrimage destinations and other places)  by Lokram Dodeja. He took us out of Karachi to Hinglaj mandir which is perhaps one of oldest places of worship for Hindus. Hinglaj is situated in the Balochistan province of Pakistan. It is near the peak of one of the mountains of the Makran range. It is approximately 120 km from the Indus River Delta and 20 km from the Arabian Sea. The area is extremely arid and the pilgrimage, also called ‘Nani ki Haj’ by local Muslims, takes place before summer. The pilgrimage starts at a place near the Hub River which is 10 km from Karachi.

As the story goes When Lord Vishnu cut up the body of Sati into 51 pieces so that Lord Shiva would calm down and stop his Tandava, (dance of anger) the pieces were scattered over various places in the Indian subcontinent. It is said that the head of Sati fell at Hingula or Hinglaj and is thus considered the most important of the 51 Shakti Peeths (Holy Places of Cosmic Power). At each of the Peeths, Bhairaba ( a manifestation of Shiva) accompanies the relics. The Bhariaba at Hinglaj is called Bhimalochana. The Sanskrit texts mention the part as ‘Brahmadreya’ or vital essence.

In the Ramayana, after slaying Ravana, Lord Ram came to Hinglaj to atone for his sin of ‘Brahmhatya’ (killing a Brahmin). Ravana was a Brahmin and a great devotee of Lord Shiva and Durga. Lord Ram meditated at Hinglaj as it was a very important shrine.

The mantra or incantation for Devi Hinglaj is attributed to Saint Dadhichi, an important saint in Hindu mythology. The mantra is :

OM HINGULE PARAM HINGULE AMRUTRUPINI TANU SHAKTI MANAH SHIVE SHREE HINGULAI NAMAH SWAHA

Translation : “Oh Hingula Devi, she who holds nectar in her self and is power incarnate. She who is one with Lord Shiva, to her we pay our respects and make this offering (swaha)”

Ram Bagh

Another interested place which is situated right inside Karachi is Ram Bagh which is now known as Aram Bagh. It is said that Ram, Sita and Lakshman stayed in this garden on their way to Hanglaj. During the 1857 mutiny, the mutineers of Sindh were blasted through the canon in this very garden. This place was the major center of political activity in the early part of the 19th century. After partition, displaced Muslims from India camped at this very site. I wish the city government would install a plate mentioning the historical significance of this place for the future generations. Another great article about this place can be found here.

Ram Jharoka

Between Cifton and Manora, there are a series of Oyster rocks. Many of these rocks broke during a earthquake in the 10th century. However a bigger series of rocks are still visible. It is said that during the above Ram’s journcy, he defeated a Rakshas (Devil) here and stayed at this place too. This pace is called Ram Jharoka and still can be visited through a boat.

Ratneshwar Mahadev Temple

Another important site is Ratneshwar Mahadev Temple At Clifton Karachi. This is at the side of Jehangir Kotari parade. In the olden times, sea was upto the walls of this temple and this temple was a cave about 30-40 feet in the sea. There used to  be a stream of sweat water. This temple contains the langham of self created Mahadev. The shape of the langham is like an egg or zero meaning this whole world is nothing but a dream.  As per another source the ships used to pass from here after offering ablution. There was no idol in this temple, only a lamp placed there was worshipped by the Hindus. The Talpur ruler used to offer 7.5 seers of oil for this lamp every month. Sat Guru Nanak Dev Ji meditated in a cave just beyond the lamp. An other lamp is kept burning at the place where he had meditated and it is called “Guru Joti

 

FOUNDERS OF KARACHI

Now let’s look at the memoirs of Seth Hotchand. In his introduction, Ajmal Kamal, the learned scholar mentions that Seth Hotchand was regarded as a traitor by the Sindi nationalists because he handed over the reins of the city to the British but in the words of Pir Ali Mohammad Rashidi, “ If Naomil would not have committed this act of treason, Sindhi Muslim would still be on horses and camels and Hindus on donkeys and mules.”

 

As per Noamil, it was his great grandfather Bhojomil, a big trader of his time, who moved from Sehwan and settled at Kharak Bandar, a seaport and a big city of its times near the Hub River. When the opening of the ports of Kharak Bandar and Shah Bandar (another important port of yester years) was closed due to sand, he send his agents to find a place to establish a new seaport. They identified the place of the present Karachi. It was home to about 2 dozen fishermen huts. It was also known as Darbu or Koolachi ka Gun (Waterhole of Koolachi). There are various stories about this Koolachi about how she avenged the death of her husband by killing the alligator which ate him. After awhile of settling over here around 1729 they constructed a mud fort. Canons were imported from Muscat to safeguard the fort.  It had two doors, the western or sea facing door was Kharo Darwazo or Kharadar (Salt Gate) and the North Eastern door was called Mitto darwazo (Sweet Gate) or Methadar.  The whole populations used to live inside the fort and outside there were nothing but jungles of Date and Thorn Apple trees.

Because of the closure of the Shah Bandar port and loss of the revenue, Kalhora nawabs of Sindh had their eyes on the upcoming new city of Karachi. They soon took over Karachi without any fight. However this was short lived. They killed the brother of Khan of Kallat in a skirmish and Karachi was handed over to Kallat as blood money.

Bhojomil died in 1782. In the same year, the throne of Sindh changed hands. The Talpurs defeated the Kalhoras and became the Mirs of Sindh. They sent two armies to take over Karachi however they were defeated by the own forces of the Karachites. Finally the Talpurs sent a strong 20000 army to Karachi and a message that why you want to fight with us. We are brother. Kallat cannot save you. Seth Daryanomil, who was the head of the clan (after confirming that Khans of Kallat are too weak to help him and gave them permission to decide on their own) gave the keys of the city to the Talpurs in 1791 on the conditions that the army will not be allowed to enter the city and the Governor will not rule without their consultation. Mir Fateh Ali (the Talpur ruler) was so happy to hear this news that he waived quite a few trade taxes on Seth Daryano Mill and he and his successor maintained a very cordial relationship with him.

In 1811, the area of Sindh and Gujrat was hit by famine. The family of Seths opened their warehouses and all grains were distributed in charity to the poor.

In 1815 the four sons of Seth Bhojomil separated their businesses. There were some family disputes on the distribution of wealth but were later solved.

In 1831-32 a Hindu boy had some differences with his father. He sat down near a mosque. Muslims of that area invited him in. This resulted in huge fury among the Hindus. The Hindu shopkeepers stop doing business with Muslim. The Muslim, to avenge this, threw impure things in the sweat water wells of Liyari (which were specific for Hindus). One Syed Nurul Shah came to the Seth’s residence and had an exchange of words with his brother. He went out and said that Parasram (Naomil’s brother) had insulted the Holy Prophet. He even went to places like Hyderabad and Matiari and infuriated the population against the Seths by placing the Quran in front of them. Parasram was sent to Jesalmir for his own safety whereas Mir Murad Ali asked Hotchand to come to his darbar. He even sends armed guards for his safety. However Seth Hotchand was kidnapped in between and was even pressurized to convert however he remains steadfast. Later he was released and Mir Murad Ali himself apologised. This was the start of the rift between the Seth family and the Local Sindhi rulers.

Mir Murad Ali died in 1831 and Shah Shujah defeated the Talpurs in Sindh. The stage is now being set for the British.

During 1831 Naomil started building his relationship with the British. They set up their camps in Sindh and he was responsible for providing all supplies. They did this in so effectively that they won the hearts of the British. In 1838 when a large contingent of the British Army was travelling from Gujrat to Sindh, the contract for supplies went to Seth Noamil. He did all this in a very professional manner, however the prices of grain jumped due to his purchases and he was put under a lot of pressure by the Mirs and the local population to stop. During 1838-41, the tensions between the Talpurs and the British were raised considerably. Noamil was always on the side of the British helping them in any way possible. The Talpur ruler even told him that he is taking the revenge of his father but he did not budge.

A very interesting incident happened during these days. Sadar bazaar in Karachi was established. Local traders were given tax amnesty as this bazaar was for the British. The Talpurs pressurizes the traders not to open shops as this amnesty was hurting their revenues . When the British learned this, they sought the help of Naomil who opened various shops and buildings in that area. Mir Nasir Khan, the Talpur ruler was infuriated and ordered Naomil’s arrest. However the British forced the ruler take back his order.

On February 16, 1843, the Talpurs decided to invade the British camp and take over Karachi. However this news was broke to the local population so they can save themselves. Naomil told this news to Captain Preedy, (the Preedy lane fame) the local commander of the English forces. He took him to the local Talpur representatives, took them along with him to the parade ground near the Jodia Bazar. He took down the Talpur flag and hoist the Union Jack and told them in certain terms that Karachi is now the under the rule of the British.

So this small town of yesteryears came into the hand of the British without a shot fired. The above is just a brief summary of the detailed account of Seth Noomil. To read it yourself and to have a look at its magnamous transformation in the next 150 years, i strongly suggest you to read Karachi Ki Kahani. It is an encyclopaedia of history of this great city.

Another great source can be found here

 

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