Rumi 3

Because of a fractured leg,
God bestows a wing;
likewise from the depth of the pit,
He opens a door of escape.
God said, “Don’t consider
whether you’re up a tree or in a hole:
consider Me, for I am the Key of the Way.”*

-Mathnawi III, 4808-9

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Ferris Wheel - Six Flags, New Jersey

Ferris Wheel – Six Flags, New Jersey


Source: The Pocket Rumi, edited by Kabir Helminski

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Scavenge: My Original Poem 2


I scavenge for you,
Oh Dear Star,
for it has been many nights since
I have seen you

Forgive me,
Oh Dear Star,
for it has been a long time since
I have talked to you.

Forgive me,
Oh Dear Star,
for I have lost my way;
Twinkle* again
so that I may be reminded again
of my Promise to you,

So that I may work hard again
to reach you.

Shine Bright*
Dear Star,

so that I


no longer.


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The “L” Word

In my AP Language and Composition class in 12th grade, my teacher had us do various writing exercises.  Today, I was digging through old documents and found this particular piece where we were assigned to “imitate” another piece of writing.  I had chosen to imitate a portion of a speech by Muhammad Ali Jinnah, founder of Pakistan.  So, here I am… sharing it with the world!

Without love in our life, we are nothing. Love is something that is unexplainable, unexpected, and uncertain.  It is an emotion that is naturally felt by every human being, one thing that we long for, but also one thing that we end up despising.  It is love that gives us a glimpse of the highs in life, and then gives us a peak into the lows.  It is love, the unexplainable feeling we get, that sometimes makes us blindly content.  Love is something that comes out of nowhere and shows us things we would normally disregard. Love makes us greatly appreciate what we do and do not have in life.

We have a give and take relationship with love.  We like to give love in many forms –we like to compliment, hug, send gifts– but we enjoy receiving it more.  This is where the balance goes askew.  As humans, we tend to like it when our lovers — whether it be our family, friends, or significant others — treat us in a superior manner.  And when we do not receive the affection we crave, we become uncertain of our relationships.  Love makes us feel many things, and in many ways.  But, if we all learn to let go of our high expectations from this euphoria-like emotion, we all may be happy.  If we decided to take what we get and give what we can, we can experience love at a much deeper level.  Don’t take feelings and people for granted, especially when associated with love.  Life is full of love, and love is essentially life. 





No individual or people can achieve anything without industry, suffering, and sacrifice. There are forces which may bully you, tyrannise [tyrannize] over you, and intimidate you, and you may even have to suffer. But it is by going through this crucible of fire–persecution which may be levelled [leveled] against you, tyranny that may be exercised, the threats and intimidations that may unnerve you–and it is by resisting, by overcoming, by facing these disadvantages [and] hardships, and by suffering and maintaining your true convictions and loyalty, that a nation will emerge worthy of its past glory and history, and will live to make the future history greater and more glorious not only of India but in the annals of the world.

Eighty millions of Musalmans [Muslims] in India have nothing to fear. They have their destiny in their hands, and as a well-knit, solid, organised [organized], united force can face any danger; and withstand any opposition to its united front and wishes. There is the magic power in your own hands. Take your vital decisions–they may be grave and momentous and far-reaching in their consequences. Think [a] hundred times before you take any decision, but once a decision is taken, stand by it as one man. Be true and loyal, and I feel confident that success is with you.

-Muhammad Ali Jinnah’s Address to the All-India Muslim League, October 1937

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Rumi 2

Observe the qualities of expansion
and contraction
in the fingers of your hand:
surely after the closing of the fist comes
the opening.
If the fingers were always closed or
always open,
the owner would be crippled.
Your movement is governed by these
two qualities:
they are as necessary to you
as two wings are to a bird.

-Mathnawi III, 3762-66

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Source: The Pocket Rumi, edited by Kabir Helminski

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Dear Shahid Afridi

Everyday a new video, photograph, quote, news piece, or meme circulates social media and becomes the “trending topic.” Recently, a video of Pakistani cricket star, Shahid Afridi, was made public and became the topic of discussion all over social media.

Shahid Afridi, whilst giving an interview on a Pakistani news media channel, made a comment about how the women of Peshawar, Pakistan (his home town) were better off cooking in the kitchen, instead of trying out for sports like women’s cricket. My first reaction: “He is such a jerk!” I was and am absolutely outraged that a man of his position would say something like that!

Shahid Afridi, sometimes known as “Lala” or “Boom Boom Afridi” is a an internationally renowned Pakistani cricketer. He has been playing cricket for Pakistan’s national team for over a decade and has been a favorite, especially amongst the youth, for his good looks and style of hitting 4’s and 6’s (4 point hits and 6 point hits) in a match…usually when the team is doing not-so-well. He comes in and makes the game look so easy, scores a bunch of points, restores peoples’ faith in their team and leads them to victory. Good for you Afridi, you make Pakistanis proud. You make Pakistani men, women, boys, and girls proud.

Shahid Afridi, a renowned international cricketer

I am writing this blog after being inspired by a post on a Pakistani news website, written by a Pakistani woman as a direct letter to Afridi. It is titled: “Why I Won’t Be Cheering For Shahid Afridi Anymore.” So, I need to vent out my feelings to Shahid Afridi and the world, therefore, I am doing the same thing–writing a letter to Afridi. (I hope that somehow, in someway, he reads it someday).


Dear Shahid Afridi,

You are the hero of Pakistan, the hero of cricket (the most popular sport in Pakistan). You bring joy to a nation that has a lot going on right now, a nation that is doing a lot of growing up right now. While I am very happy and proud that you help Pakistan win cricket matches, I think that you need to understand that with fame and heroism comes great responsibility. You become the face of the nation and you become the person young boys and girls look up to. You are the person the youth look up to. You are the new and current sensation.

Do you know how many young boys want to be a batsman or a bowler like you? Do you know how many boys want to have hair like yours? Do you know how many boys want to make their family and country proud like you do? Do you know how many boys want to be you?

Do you know what this means? This means that whatever you do, they will want to do. Whatever you encourage them to do and however you encourage them to think, they will want to do that and think in that way.

So, when you go on a TV channel for an interview and the anchor recounts, with extreme pride, that the girls of your hometown, Peshawar, are trying out for cricket and how everyone is so proud that women of Peshawar and Pakistan are entering the sports world (and that Pakistan is continuing to progress), you DO NOT snub him by declaring that “our women have good taste in their hands” and, thus, belong in and should remain in the kitchen.

Shahid Afridi, who are you to take the limelight away from the women of Peshawar and Pakistan? Who are YOU to declare that the women of Pakistan are better off in the kitchen of their homes? YOU, Shahid Afridi, have no right to speak of what a woman can and can not do. The women of Pakistan can decide themselves how they want to represent Pakistan. They can choose if they want to be a teacher, a doctor, a secretary, a politician, an engineer, an accountant, an entrepreneur, an actress, an author, an athlete, or stay home (and cook/clean/do the laundry, or do nothing at all).

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Rumi 1

The world’s flattery and hypocrisy
Is a sweet morsel:
Eat less of it, for it is full of fire.
It’s fire is hidden while its taste is
But it’s smoke becomes visible in the end.

-Mathnawi I, 1855-56

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Source: The Pocket Rumi, edited by Kabir Helminski

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Blogging, Poetry, & Starbucks


I’m in one those moods when all I want to do is write. As much as I complain about writing research papers and essays, deep down I really enjoy it. It’s the inner geek in me who is constantly seeking knowledge and trying to do better than before.
Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, but until very recently (maybe junior or senior year of high school), I did not realize that mine was writing. I love to write. I love to write about myself, about current events, about historical events, etc.
For someone who is an immigrant to an English-speaking country, I actually never thought that I would ever be able to write as good as my native English-speaking peers. However, SATs, the AP exams, and my recent International Relations research class positively surprised me. I can literally sit down and write a 20 page paper in 8-10 hours and manage to get an A. I’m not trying to boast here (but I am), but I don’t know how it happens or why but I guess I am blessed.

Right now, I am sitting with a Grande sized White Chocolate Mocha that a friend recently got me addicted to and all I want to do is blog and write poems. In fact, for the latter part of my class this morning, that is what I was doing (sorry mom and dad!).

I got hooked on to poetry in 9th grade when we started reading Shakespeare in English class. I like Shakespeare – he’s hard to understand but he’s a deep and funny guy. I like the old English, it sounds much more poetic. I also really like Urdu poetry. And well, Rumi’s poetry trumps all. Rumi is like the epitome of an amazing writer and poet. Also, that is how got into Sufism.

My writing style is not perfect. I make grammatical errors and spelling errors and sometimes it gets confusing trying to convert my Urdu thoughts into English ones; but I enjoy free-write. And free-verse poetry.
I can appreciate the beauty of structured writing and poetry, but I personally don’t like all the constraints.

Writing is expression, thus it should be free.

I’ve been breaking writing and grammar rules for a while (such a rebel, I know), but I still somehow passed the English classes and once even got an essay published in a local county book. It was an “I Have a Dream” speech for Martin Luther King, Jr. day (5th grade).

Well, I better get to my Arabic homework that I have been putting off.
Look forward to some poems later on that I jot down today because “I was in the mood.”

Until then,


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