Showing posts with label Inspirations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Inspirations. Show all posts

Dec 29, 2013

Poetry: Making Peace by Denise Levertov


Making Peace

By Denise Levertov (1923–1997)

A voice from the dark called out,
"The poets must give us
imagination of peace, to oust the intense, familiar
imagination of disaster. Peace, not only
the absence of war."

But peace, like a poem,
is not there ahead of itself,
can't be imagined before it is made,
can't be known except
in the words of its making,
grammar of justice,
syntax of mutual aid.

A feeling towards it,
dimly sensing a rhythm, is all we have
until we begin to utter its metaphors,
learning them as we speak.

A line of peace might appear
if we restructured the sentence our lives are making,
revoked its reaffirmation of profit and power,
questioned our needs, allowed
long pauses. . . .

A cadence of peace might balance its weight
on that different fulcrum; peace, a presence,
an energy field more intense than war,
might pulse then,
stanza by stanza into the world,
each act of living
one of its words, each word
a vibration of light--facets
of the forming crystal.

Dec 20, 2013

A Prayer by Farhat Abbas Shah

 
 
 
سائیاں ذات ادھوری ہے

 سائیاں ذات ادھوری ہے، سائیاں بات ادھوری ہے

سائیاں رات ادھوری ہے، سائیاں مات ادھوری ہے
دشمن چوکنا ہے لیکن، سائیاں گھات ادھوری ہے

سائیاں رنج ملال بہت، دیوانے بے حال بہت
 قدم قدم پر جال بہت، پیار محبت کال بہت
اور اس عالم میں سائیاں، گزر گئے ہیں سال بہت

سائیاں ہر سو درد بہت، موسم موسم سرد بہت
رستہ رستہ گرد بہت، چہرہ چہرہ زرد بہت
اور ستم ڈھانے کی خاطر، تیرا اک اک فرد بہت

سائیاں تیرے شہر بہت، گلی گلی میں زہر بہت
خوف زدہ ہے دہر بہت، اس پہ تیرا قہر بہت
کالی راتیں اتنی کیوں، ہم کو اک ہی پہر بہت

سائیاں دل مجبور بہت، روح بھی چور و چور بہت
پیشانی بے نور بہت، اور لمحے مغرور بہت
ایسے مشکل عالم میں، تو بھی ہم سے دور بہت
 
سائیاں راہیں تنگ بہت، دل کم ہیں اور سنگ بہت
پھر بھی تیرے رنگ بہت، خلقت ساری دنگ بہت
سائیاں تم کو آتے ہے، بہلانے کے ڈھنگ بہت

سائیاں میرے تارے گم، رات کے چند سہارے گم
سارے جان سے پیارے گم، آنکھیں گم نظارے گم
ریت میں آنسو ڈوب گئے، راکھ میں ہوئے شرارے گم

سائیاں رشتے ٹوٹ گئے، سائیاں اپنے چھوٹ گئے
سچ گئے اور جھوٹ گئے، تیز مقدر پھوٹ گئے
جانے کیسے ڈاکو تھے، جو لوٹے ہوئوں کو لوٹ گئے

سائیاں تنہا شاموں میں، چنے گئے ہیں باموں میں
چاہت کے الزاموں میں، شامل ہوئے ہے غلاموں میں
اپنی ذات نہ ذاتوں میں، اپنا نام نہ ناموں میں

سائیاں ویرانی کے صدقے، اپنی یزدانی کے صدقے
جبر انسانی کے صدقے، لمبی زندانی کے صدقے
سائیاں میرے اچھے سائیاں، اپنی رحمانی کے صدقے

سائیاں میرے درد گھٹا، سائیاں میرے زخم بجھا
سائیاں میرے عیب مٹا، سائیاں کوئی نوید سنا
اتنے کالے موسم میں، سائیاں اپنا آپ دکھا

فرحت عباس شاہ
 
 

Jun 13, 2013

Poem: How to Become a Poet - Eve Merriam

Reply to the Question:

"How can You Become a Poet?"

by Eve Merriam


take the leaf of a tree
 trace its exact shape
 the outside edges
 and inner lines
 memorize the way it is fastened to the twig
 (and how the twig arches from the branch)
 how it springs forth in April
 how it is panoplied in July

by late August
 crumple it in your hand
 so that you smell its end-of-summer sadness

chew its woody stem

listen to its autumn rattle

watch it as it atomizes in the November air

then in winter
 when there is no leaf left

invent one

Jan 2, 2012

Making deliberate choices this new year

So, what does it mean to have a new year? Isn’t the change just a figment of our collective imagination? Otherwise, the change from Dec 31 to Jan 1 is not much different from the change between Dec 30 and Dec 31. Yet Jan 1 is special because we consider it to be so.

We often learn its significance sub-consciously from our society, on how to feel and act about the new year. These feelings come almost involuntarily at the end of each year (thanks in part to the corporate media and school vacations).

The point here is not to question the significance of the new year, but to take the new year deliberately, to transform its meaning and make conscious choices about what to make of it.

Let’s make this year a special year, a year of deliberate choices. Not just any choices, but deliberate choices with a critically/spiritually conscious perspective and goals. Let's seek deeper and lasting awareness, beauty, and peace. Let's devote ourselves in the pursuits of truth and justice, individually and collectively. And let's transcend the narratives and preoccupations of our ego to connect to the heart of humanity and the essence of reality. Let's define our new year's resolutions in terms of revolutions!

Jun 13, 2010

Aaj Bazar Main Pa-bajola Chalo - Faiz




چشم نم جانِ شوریدہ کافی نہیں
تہمتِ عشق پوشیدہ کافی نہيں
آج بازار میں پابجولاں چلو

دست افشاں چلو مست و رقصاں چلو
خاک برسر چلو خوں بداماں چلو
راہ تکتا ہے سب شہرِ جاناں چلو

حاکمِ شہر بھی مجمعِ عام بھی
تیرِ الزام بھی سنگِ د شنام بھی
صبحِ ناشاد بھی روزِ ناکام بھی

ان کا دمساز اپنے سوا کون ہے
شہرِ جاناں میں اب با صفا کون ہے
دستِ قاتل کے شایاں رہا کون ہے

رخت دل باندھ لو دل فگارو چلو
پھر ہمِیں قتل ہو آئیں یارو چلو

Translation

The tearful eyes, the distressed soul are not enough
The accusation of love unannounced is not enough
Today, let us walk through bazaar with feet in chains

With hands spread, walk entranced and bedazzled
With ashes on head, blood on garb
Walk, as the whole city of the beloved has turned out to watch

Walk past the city’s ruler, general spectators
Past the arrows of accusation, stones of abuse
Past the morning of sorrow, day of failure

Who else beside us is intimate with them
Who now in our beloved’s city is still untainted
Who now is worthy of executioner’s hand

Pick up the burden of heart, let us go, heartbroken ones
Let us offer ourselves, once again, for execution

(translator unknown)

May 17, 2010

Handala: 'keep that spirit of resistance alive'


A friend forwarded the following description with this image:

Naji al-Ali, the creator of the Handala cartoon, once wrote of his famous creation:

"His name is Handala and he has promised the people that he will remain true to himself. I drew him as a child who is not beautiful; his hair is like the hair of a hedgehog who uses his thorns as a weapon. Handala is not a fat, happy, relaxed, or pampered child. He is barefooted like the refugee camp children, and he is an icon that protects me from making mistakes. Even though he is rough, he smells of amber. His hands are clasped behind his back as a sign of rejection at a time when solutions are presented to us the American way."

62 years, but not many more insha'allah. Let's hope Handala can be retired very soon!

Dec 6, 2008

Living in the Moment

From what I understand so far, 'living in the moment' in itself cannot be a comprehensive philosophy of life. Still, the below tips could be helpful to enhance the quality of life experiences.

Perhaps the magic is in developing the ability to move in and out of the myopic present at one's will. Or, perhaps it is in developing an all-encompassing eye, a deeper eye, to view things differently altogether.

The Art of Now: Six Steps to Living in the Moment
We live in the age of distraction. Yet one of life's sharpest paradoxes is that your brightest future hinges on your ability to pay attention to the present.

By Jay Dixit, Psychology Today, Nov/Dec 2008

A friend was walking in the desert when he found the telephone to God. The setting was Burning Man, an electronic arts and music festival for which 50,000 people descend on Black Rock City, Nevada, for eight days of "radical self-expression"—dancing, socializing, meditating, and debauchery.
 
A phone booth in the middle of the desert with a sign that said "Talk to God" was a surreal sight even at Burning Man. The idea was that you picked up the phone, and God—or someone claiming to be God—would be at the other end to ease your pain.
 
So when God came on the line asking how he could help, my friend was ready. "How can I live more in the moment?" he asked. Too often, he felt, the beautiful moments of his life were drowned out by a cacophony of self-consciousness and anxiety. What could he do to hush the buzzing of his mind?

"Breathe," replied a soothing male voice.

My friend flinched at the tired new-age mantra, then reminded himself to keep an open mind. When God talks, you listen.

"Whenever you feel anxious about your future or your past, just breathe," continued God. "Try it with me a few times right now. Breathe in... breathe out." And despite himself, my friend began to relax.

You Are Not Your Thoughts

Life unfolds in the present. But so often, we let the present slip away, allowing time to rush past unobserved and unseized, and squandering the precious seconds of our lives as we worry about the future and ruminate about what's past. "We're living in a world that contributes in a major way to mental fragmentation, disintegration, distraction, decoherence," says Buddhist scholar B. Alan Wallace. We're always doing something, and we allow little time to practice stillness and calm.

When we're at work, we fantasize about being on vacation; on vacation, we worry about the work piling up on our desks. We dwell on intrusive memories of the past or fret about what may or may not happen in the future. We don't appreciate the living present because our "monkey minds," as Buddhists call them, vault from thought to thought like monkeys swinging from tree to tree.

Most of us don't undertake our thoughts in awareness. Rather, our thoughts control us. "Ordinary thoughts course through our mind like a deafening waterfall," writes Jon Kabat-Zinn, the biomedical scientist who introduced meditation into mainstream medicine. In order to feel more in control of our minds and our lives, to find the sense of balance that eludes us, we need to step out of this current, to pause, and, as Kabat-Zinn puts it, to "rest in stillness—to stop doing and focus on just being."

We need to live more in the moment. Living in the moment—also called mindfulness—is a state of active, open, intentional attention on the present. When you become mindful, you realize that you are not your thoughts; you become an observer of your thoughts from moment to moment without judging them. Mindfulness involves being with your thoughts as they are, neither grasping at them nor pushing them away. Instead of letting your life go by without living it, you awaken to experience.

Cultivating a nonjudgmental awareness of the present bestows a host of benefits. Mindfulness reduces stress, boosts immune functioning, reduces chronic pain, lowers blood pressure, and helps patients cope with cancer. By alleviating stress, spending a few minutes a day actively focusing on living in the moment reduces the risk of heart disease. Mindfulness may even slow the progression of HIV.

Mindful people are happier, more exuberant, more empathetic, and more secure. They have higher self-esteem and are more accepting of their own weaknesses. Anchoring awareness in the here and now reduces the kinds of impulsivity and reactivity that underlie depression, binge eating, and attention problems. Mindful people can hear negative feedback without feeling threatened. They fight less with their romantic partners and are more accommodating and less defensive. As a result, mindful couples have more satisfying relationships.

Mindfulness is at the root of Buddhism, Taoism, and many Native-American traditions, not to mention yoga. It's why Thoreau went to Walden Pond; it's what Emerson and Whitman wrote about in their essays and poems.

"Everyone agrees it's important to live in the moment, but the problem is how," says Ellen Langer, a psychologist at Harvard and author of Mindfulness. "When people are not in the moment, they're not there to know that they're not there." Overriding the distraction reflex and awakening to the present takes intentionality and practice.

Living in the moment involves a profound paradox: You can't pursue it for its benefits. That's because the expectation of reward launches a future-oriented mindset, which subverts the entire process. Instead, you just have to trust that the rewards will come. There are many paths to mindfulness—and at the core of each is a paradox. Ironically, letting go of what you want is the only way to get it. Here are a few tricks to help you along.

1: To improve your performance, stop thinking about it (unselfconsciousness).

I've never felt comfortable on a dance floor. My movements feel awkward. I feel like people are judging me. I never know what to do with my arms. I want to let go, but I can't, because I know I look ridiculous.

"Loosen up, no one's watching you," people always say. "Everyone's too busy worrying about themselves." So how come they always make fun of my dancing the next day?

The dance world has a term for people like me: "absolute beginner." Which is why my dance teacher, Jessica Hayden, the owner of Shockra Studio in Manhattan, started at the beginning, sitting me down on a bench and having me tap my feet to the beat as Jay-Z thumped away in the background. We spent the rest of the class doing "isolations"—moving just our shoulders, ribs, or hips—to build "body awareness."

But even more important than body awareness, Hayden said, was present-moment awareness. "Be right here right now!" she'd say. "Just let go and let yourself be in the moment."

That's the first paradox of living in the moment: Thinking too hard about what you're doing actually makes you do worse. If you're in a situation that makes you anxious—giving a speech, introducing yourself to a stranger, dancing—focusing on your anxiety tends to heighten it. "When I say, 'be here with me now,' I mean don't zone out or get too in-your-head—instead, follow my energy, my movements," says Hayden. "Focus less on what's going on in your mind and more on what's going on in the room, less on your mental chatter and more on yourself as part of something." To be most myself, I needed to focus on things outside myself, like the music or the people around me.

Indeed, mindfulness blurs the line between self and other, explains Michael Kernis, a psychologist at the University of Georgia. "When people are mindful, they're more likely to experience themselves as part of humanity, as part of a greater universe." That's why highly mindful people such as Buddhist monks talk about being "one with everything."

By reducing self-consciousness, mindfulness allows you to witness the passing drama of feelings, social pressures, even of being esteemed or disparaged by others without taking their evaluations personally, explain Richard Ryan and K. W. Brown of the University of Rochester. When you focus on your immediate experience without attaching it to your self-esteem, unpleasant events like social rejection—or your so-called friends making fun of your dancing—seem less threatening.

Focusing on the present moment also forces you to stop overthinking. "Being present-minded takes away some of that self-evaluation and getting lost in your mind—and in the mind is where we make the evaluations that beat us up," says Stephen Schueller, a psychologist at the University of Pennsylvania. Instead of getting stuck in your head and worrying, you can let yourself go.

2: To avoid worrying about the future, focus on the present (savoring).

In her memoir Eat, Pray, Love, Elizabeth Gilbert writes about a friend who, whenever she sees a beautiful place, exclaims in a near panic, "It's so beautiful here! I want to come back here someday!" "It takes all my persuasive powers," writes Gilbert, "to try to convince her that she is already here."

Often, we're so trapped in thoughts of the future or the past that we forget to experience, let alone enjoy, what's happening right now. We sip coffee and think, "This is not as good as what I had last week." We eat a cookie and think, "I hope I don't run out of cookies."

Instead, relish or luxuriate in whatever you're doing at the present moment—what psychologists call savoring. "This could be while you're eating a pastry, taking a shower, or basking in the sun. You could be savoring a success or savoring music," explains Sonja Lyubomirsky, a psychologist at the University of California at Riverside and author of The How of Happiness. "Usually it involves your senses."

When subjects in a study took a few minutes each day to actively savor something they usually hurried through—eating a meal, drinking a cup of tea, walking to the bus—they began experiencing more joy, happiness, and other positive emotions, and fewer depressive symptoms, Schueller found.

Why does living in the moment make people happier—not just at the moment they're tasting molten chocolate pooling on their tongue, but lastingly? Because most negative thoughts concern the past or the future. As Mark Twain said, "I have known a great many troubles, but most of them never happened." The hallmark of depression and anxiety is catastrophizing—worrying about something that hasn't happened yet and might not happen at all. Worry, by its very nature, means thinking about the future—and if you hoist yourself into awareness of the present moment, worrying melts away.

The flip side of worrying is ruminating, thinking bleakly about events in the past. And again, if you press your focus into the now, rumination ceases. Savoring forces you into the present, so you can't worry about things that aren't there.

3: If you want a future with your significant other, inhabit the present (breathe).

Living consciously with alert interest has a powerful effect on interpersonal life. Mindfulness actually inoculates people against aggressive impulses, say Whitney Heppner and Michael Kernis of the University of Georgia. In a study they conducted, each subject was told that other subjects were forming a group—and taking a vote on whether she could join. Five minutes later, the experimenter announced the results—either the subject had gotten the least number of votes and been rejected or she'd been accepted. Beforehand, half the subjects had undergone a mindfulness exercise in which each slowly ate a raisin, savoring its taste and texture and focusing on each sensation.

Later, in what they thought was a separate experiment, subjects had the opportunity to deliver a painful blast of noise to another person. Among subjects who hadn't eaten the raisin, those who were told they'd been rejected by the group became aggressive, inflicting long and painful sonic blasts without provocation. Stung by social rejection, they took it out on other people.

But among those who'd eaten the raisin first, it didn't matter whether they'd been ostracized or embraced. Either way, they were serene and unwilling to inflict pain on others—exactly like those who were given word of social acceptance.

How does being in the moment make you less aggressive? "Mindfulness decreases ego involvement," explains Kernis. "So people are less likely to link their self-esteem to events and more likely to take things at face value." Mindfulness also makes people feel more connected to other people—that empathic feeling of being "at one with the universe."

Mindfulness boosts your awareness of how you interpret and react to what's happening in your mind. It increases the gap between emotional impulse and action, allowing you to do what Buddhists call recognizing the spark before the flame. Focusing on the present reboots your mind so you can respond thoughtfully rather than automatically. Instead of lashing out in anger, backing down in fear, or mindlessly indulging a passing craving, you get the opportunity to say to yourself, "This is the emotion I'm feeling. How should I respond?"

Mindfulness increases self-control; since you're not getting thrown by threats to your self-esteem, you're better able to regulate your behavior. That's the other irony: Inhabiting your own mind more fully has a powerful effect on your interactions with others.

Of course, during a flare-up with your significant other it's rarely practical to duck out and savor a raisin. But there's a simple exercise you can do anywhere, anytime to induce mindfulness: Breathe. As it turns out, the advice my friend got in the desert was spot-on. There's no better way to bring yourself into the present moment than to focus on your breathing. Because you're placing your awareness on what's happening right now, you propel yourself powerfully into the present moment. For many, focusing on the breath is the preferred method of orienting themselves to the now—not because the breath has some magical property, but because it's always there with you.

4: To make the most of time, lose track of it (flow).

Perhaps the most complete way of living in the moment is the state of total absorption psychologists call flow. Flow occurs when you're so engrossed in a task that you lose track of everything else around you. Flow embodies an apparent paradox: How can you be living in the moment if you're not even aware of the moment? The depth of engagement absorbs you powerfully, keeping attention so focused that distractions cannot penetrate. You focus so intensely on what you're doing that you're unaware of the passage of time. Hours can pass without you noticing.

Flow is an elusive state. As with romance or sleep, you can't just will yourself into it—all you can do is set the stage, creating the optimal conditions for it to occur.

The first requirement for flow is to set a goal that's challenging but not unattainable—something you have to marshal your resources and stretch yourself to achieve. The task should be matched to your ability level—not so difficult that you'll feel stressed, but not so easy that you'll get bored. In flow, you're firing on all cylinders to rise to a challenge.

To set the stage for flow, goals need to be clearly defined so that you always know your next step. "It could be playing the next bar in a scroll of music, or finding the next foothold if you're a rock climber, or turning the page if you're reading a good novel," says Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, the psychologist who first defined the concept of flow. "At the same time, you're kind of anticipating."

You also need to set up the task in such a way that you receive direct and immediate feedback; with your successes and failures apparent, you can seamlessly adjust your behavior. A climber on the mountain knows immediately if his foothold is secure; a pianist knows instantly when she's played the wrong note.

As your attentional focus narrows, self-consciousness evaporates. You feel as if your awareness merges with the action you're performing. You feel a sense of personal mastery over the situation, and the activity is so intrinsically rewarding that although the task is difficult, action feels effortless.

5: If something is bothering you, move toward it rather than away from it (acceptance).

We all have pain in our lives, whether it's the ex we still long for, the jackhammer snarling across the street, or the sudden wave of anxiety when we get up to give a speech. If we let them, such irritants can distract us from the enjoyment of life. Paradoxically, the obvious response—focusing on the problem in order to combat and overcome it—often makes it worse, argues Stephen Hayes, a psychologist at the University of Nevada.

The mind's natural tendency when faced with pain is to attempt to avoid it—by trying to resist unpleasant thoughts, feelings, and sensations. When we lose a love, for instance, we fight our feelings of heartbreak. As we get older, we work feverishly to recapture our youth. When we're sitting in the dentist's chair waiting for a painful root canal, we wish we were anywhere but there. But in many cases, negative feelings and situations can't be avoided—and resisting them only magnifies the pain.

The problem is we have not just primary emotions but also secondary ones—emotions about other emotions. We get stressed out and then think, "I wish I weren't so stressed out." The primary emotion is stress over your workload. The secondary emotion is feeling, "I hate being stressed."

It doesn't have to be this way. The solution is acceptance—letting the emotion be there. That is, being open to the way things are in each moment without trying to manipulate or change the experience—without judging it, clinging to it, or pushing it away. The present moment can only be as it is. Trying to change it only frustrates and exhausts you. Acceptance relieves you of this needless extra suffering.

Suppose you've just broken up with your girlfriend or boyfriend; you're heartbroken, overwhelmed by feelings of sadness and longing. You could try to fight these feelings, essentially saying, "I hate feeling this way; I need to make this feeling go away." But by focusing on the pain—being sad about being sad—you only prolong the sadness. You do yourself a favor by accepting your feelings, saying instead, "I've just had a breakup. Feelings of loss are normal and natural. It's OK for me to feel this way."

Acceptance of an unpleasant state doesn't mean you don't have goals for the future. It just means you accept that certain things are beyond your control. The sadness, stress, pain, or anger is there whether you like it or not. Better to embrace the feeling as it is.

Nor does acceptance mean you have to like what's happening. "Acceptance of the present moment has nothing to do with resignation," writes Kabat-Zinn. "Acceptance doesn't tell you what to do. What happens next, what you choose to do; that has to come out of your understanding of this moment."

If you feel anxiety, for instance, you can accept the feeling, label it as anxiety—then direct your attention to something else instead. You watch your thoughts, perceptions, and emotions flit through your mind without getting involved. Thoughts are just thoughts. You don't have to believe them and you don't have to do what they say.

6: Know that you don't know (engagement).

You've probably had the experience of driving along a highway only to suddenly realize you have no memory or awareness of the previous 15 minutes. Maybe you even missed your exit. You just zoned out; you were somewhere else, and it's as if you've suddenly woken up at the wheel. Or maybe it happens when you're reading a book: "I know I just read that page, but I have no idea what it said."

These autopilot moments are what Harvard's Ellen Langer calls mindlessness—times when you're so lost in your thoughts that you aren't aware of your present experience. As a result, life passes you by without registering on you. The best way to avoid such blackouts, Langer says, is to develop the habit of always noticing new things in whatever situation you're in. That process creates engagement with the present moment and releases a cascade of other benefits. Noticing new things puts you emphatically in the here and now.

We become mindless, Langer explains, because once we think we know something, we stop paying attention to it. We go about our morning commute in a haze because we've trod the same route a hundred times before. But if we see the world with fresh eyes, we realize almost everything is different each time—the pattern of light on the buildings, the faces of the people, even the sensations and feelings we experience along the way. Noticing imbues each moment with a new, fresh quality. Some people have termed this "beginner's mind."

By acquiring the habit of noticing new things, says Langer, we recognize that the world is actually changing constantly. We really don't know how the espresso is going to taste or how the commute will be—or at least, we're not sure.

Orchestra musicians who are instructed to make their performance new in subtle ways not only enjoy themselves more but audiences actually prefer those performances. "When we're there at the moment, making it new, it leaves an imprint in the music we play, the things we write, the art we create, in everything we do," says Langer. "Once you recognize that you don't know the things you've always taken for granted, you set out of the house quite differently. It becomes an adventure in noticing—and the more you notice, the more you see." And the more excitement you feel.

Don't Just Do Something, Sit There

Living a consistently mindful life takes effort. But mindfulness itself is easy. "People set the goal of being mindful for the next 20 minutes or the next two weeks, then they think mindfulness is difficult because they have the wrong yardstick," says Jay Winner, a California-based family physician and author of Take the Stress out of Your Life. "The correct yardstick is just for this moment."

Mindfulness is the only intentional, systematic activity that is not about trying to improve yourself or get anywhere else, explains Kabat-Zinn. It is simply a matter of realizing where you already are. A cartoon from The New Yorker sums it up: Two monks are sitting side by side, meditating. The younger one is giving the older one a quizzical look, to which the older one responds, "Nothing happens next. This is it."

You can become mindful at any moment just by paying attention to your immediate experience. You can do it right now. What's happening this instant? Think of yourself as an eternal witness, and just observe the moment. What do you see, hear, smell? It doesn't matter how it feels—pleasant or unpleasant, good or bad—you roll with it because it's what's present; you're not judging it. And if you notice your mind wandering, bring yourself back. Just say to yourself, "Now. Now. Now."

Here's the most fundamental paradox of all: Mindfulness isn't a goal, because goals are about the future, but you do have to set the intention of paying attention to what's happening at the present moment. As you read the words printed on this page, as your eyes distinguish the black squiggles on white paper, as you feel gravity anchoring you to the planet, wake up. Become aware of being alive. And breathe. As you draw your next breath, focus on the rise of your abdomen on the in-breath, the stream of heat through your nostrils on the out-breath. If you're aware of that feeling right now, as you're reading this, you're living in the moment. Nothing happens next. It's not a destination. This is it. You're already there.

Sep 3, 2008

In the Realm of Love - Allama Iqbal

I strongly believe that in these words lies the solution to various crises that Pakistan is experiencing today, ranging from corruption and injustice to the crisis of national identity and protecting our sovereignty.

In the Realm of Love

Allama Iqbal

dayaar-e-ishq mein apna maqaam paida kar
nayaa zamaana naye subah shaam paida kar

khuda agar dil-e-fitrat shanaas de tujhko
sukoot-e-lala-o-gul se kalaam paida kar

uthaa na sheesha garan-e-farang ke ehsaan
safal-e-paak se meena-o-jaam paida ker

mein shaakh-e-taak hun, meri ghazal hai mera samr
mere samr se mae-laala-faam paida kar

mera tareek ameeri nahi fakeeri hai
khudi na baich, gareebi mein naam paida kar

Create a place for thyself in the realm of ishq (love, Divine presence);
Create a new age, new days and nights.

If God grant thee an eye for nature’s heart,
Create poetry from the silence of Tulips and roses.

Do not be beholden to the West’s artisans,
Create your wine and glass with the clay thy soil affords.

My ghazal is the essence of my life-blood,
Create thy elixir of life out of this essence.
(I am an small part of a broader view, My poem is my essence;
From my essence, create wine with fragrance of tulip.)

My way of life is poverty, not the pursuit of wealth;
Barter not thy Selfhood; win a name in adversity.

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It is said that Iqbal wrote this poem on receiving the first letter from his son Javed in London.

Watan ki fikar kar - Allama Iqbal

I copy here a poem in view of the numerous crises that Pakistan is facing at the moment. Allama Iqbal wrote the following poem prior to the establishment of Pakistan. But it seems much more relevant today.

watan ki fikar kar

watan ki fikar kar nadaan museebat aane wali hai
teri barbadiyon ke mashware hain aasmanoon main

zara dekh isko jo kuch ho raha hai hone wala hai
dhara kiya hai bhala ahde kuhan kii daastoon main

yeh khamoshi kahan tak, lazzat-e faryad paida kar
zameen par tou ho aur teri sada ho aasmaanoon main

na samjhonge tou miT jaoge hindustaan [pakistan] walo
tumhari daastan tak bhi na hogi daastanoon main

- Allama Iqbal

Oct 3, 2007

Justice and Resistance: A Tribute to Imam Ali

On this day, the 21st of Ramadhan, the day of Imam Ali's martyrdom, I would like to pay him a tribute through Dr. Ali Shariati's words.

In his speech, On the Plight of the Oppressed People, Shariati talks to the graves of those slaves who did not have any control over their lives and who were killed while building the "great" pyramids for the false glory of the kings of the time. Shariati expresses his deep pain for all the people who were oppressed throughout history, under one form of oppression or another, and even after their death, when they were erased from the pages of history altogether. Shariati sees Imam Ali as one such person, who faced the oppression, yet who stood up for justice and truth and ultimately sacrificed his life for this cause.

"My friend, I am living thousands of years after you. Witnessing all the suffering of my friends, I began to feel that the "gods" hated the slaves. Religion seemed to reinforce the slavery system. Even people more intelligent than us, like Aristotle, theorized that, by nature, some people were born to be slaves and others to be rulers. I began to believe that I was born and destined to slavery.

Amidst all of this hopelessness, I learned that a man had descended down from the mountains saying, "I have been commissioned by God." I trembled thinking that it possibly involved a new deception or new method of cruelty. He stated, "I have been commissioned by God who has promised to have mercy on slaves and those who are weak on earth." Surprise! I still could not believe it. How could it be true? God was speaking with slaves, giving them good news of being saved, and prosperous, and being heirs of the earth.

I had doubts, thinking that he was also one of those prophets of China, India, and etc. His name was Mohammed, I was told that he was an orphan who was a shepherd behind those mountains. I was so surprised. Why did God choose His prophet from among shepherds ? I was also informed that his predecessors were prophets; all were chosen from among shepherds. He was the last in that series. With joy and astonishment, I became speechless and trembled. Has God chosen His prophet from among our class ?

I began to follow him because I saw my friends around him. Some of those who became leaders of his followers were: Bilal, a slave and son of a slave whose parents were from Abyssinia, Salman, a homeless person from Persia owned as a slave, Abu-Zar the poverty stricken and anonymous fellow from the desert, and lastly, Salim, the slave of the wife of Khudhaifa and an unimportant black alien.

I believed in the prophet Mohammed since his palace was no more than just a few rooms constructed of clay. He was among the workers who carried the loads and built the rooms. His court was made of wood and palm-tree leaves. This was everything he had. This was his palace.

I fled from Persia and the ruling system of the Mobedans who pushed us as slaves into war to protect their power and rule from their enemies. I escaped and came to the Prophet's country to live with the slaves, the homeless, the helpless, and with him. But when he died, "his eyelids under the heaviness of death, curtained our shining sun." Once more, the situation began to deteriorate.

My friend, again in his name, magnificent temples rose toward the sky. Swords engraved with the Quranic verses on holy war were pointed toward us. His representatives stepped into our homes and took our youth as slaves for the chieftains of their tribes, sold our mothers in distant markets, killed our men in the name of struggle in the way of God, and looted our belongings in the name of charity.

In despair, I could do nothing! A power came into being which, with an appearance of monotheism, really hid idols in the worship-palaces of God! Tricky fires (a fire was holy in pre-Islamic Persia) were glowing. In the name of God's vicegerency and successorship of the prophets, the faces of the Pharoahs and those of the false saints joined hands. They began to strike at us in the name of law. Again, it was the yoke of slavery around our necks which promoted the construction of the Great Mosque of Damascus. The great contests to build splendid mosques, magnificent palaces, beautiful houses for the Caliphs in Damascus and the enactment of a thousand and one nights in Baghdad were all done at the expense of our blood and lives; but, this time it was pursued in the name of God! We thought there was no way to safety. Slavery and sacrifice were our unchangeable destinies!

Who was that man called Mohammad? Was his mission deceitful? Or are he (the prophet) and we being sacrificed in the system, a system in which we are decaying in prisons; witnessing the looting and destruction of our possessions and families, and being massacred ? ? ?

I do not know where to go! Where should I go? Should I go to the Mobedans (clergymen of Persia)? How could I return to those temples which were built to enslave me? Should I join those who claim to be examples of our national freedom but in essence are attempting to gain their inhuman privileges of the past? The mosques are no better than those temples!

I saw the swords which were engraved with verses on holy war. I saw the places for worship. I saw those who prayed. I saw the saintly faces who spoke in the name of spiritual leadership, the Caliphs, and the perservation of the Prophet's traditions. Nevertheless, collectively, they took us into SLAVERY! They, long before my time, put someone to the sword in a mosque. He was Ali, the son-in-law of that man of God (the prophet Mohammad). He was killed in a place where God was worshipped. He before me, and his family long before mine, were, like the suffering slaves of history, all destroyed. In the name of "charity," his house was looted before ours. The Quran long before it was used as an instrument to rob and exploit us, was raised on the swords to defeat Ali!

How strange! Five thousand years later, I found a man who spoke of God, not for the masters but for the slaves. He prayed but not to reach "Nirvana" nor to deceive people nor to unite with God (like the Persians). He prayed for the welfare and prosperity of mankind. I found a man for the whole world. He was a man of justice, one who was strong and disciplined enough to make his older brother the first subject. He was a man whose wife, the daughter of the prophet Mohammed, worked and suffered deprivation and starvation, during her lifetime as we did. I found a man whose children were the heirs of the red flag which throughout history belonged to our class.

My friend, I have sought refuge in this house which is built of clay due to my fears of the temples, pompous palaces that you know and were sacrificed for by formidable powers. The companions of the prophet are busy. The house is alone. His wife is dying while he is in the garden of Bani Najjar, working and telling God all about our misery. Fearing the terrifying temples, palaces and treasuries that have accumulated through our labor and blood, I have taken refuge in this house to mourn the sacrifices which were made!

My friend, all those who remained loyal to Ali belonged to our suffering class. He did not adopt his beautiful sermons (recorded in Nahjul-Balagha) in order to make excuses for our deprivation nor the excesses of those who seek power. They were adopted to educate and save us. He did not draw his sword to defend himself, his family, his race, nor to defend big powers. It was done to rescue us at all stages. He thinks better than Socrates, not for the sake of demonstrating mortal virtues of the noble classes in which slaves have no share, but for the sake of values which we possess. He was not an heir of the Pharoahs or those of similar class. He symbolized thoughts and considerations, not in closed libraries, schools, and academic centers like those who acquire knowledge, as an end in itself, living in the world of theories while remaining indifferent to the starving and suffering classes. His thoughts fly high and far. Simultaneously, his abstract thoughts and heart are transferred into sympathy at the sadness of an orphan's face. Concurrently, because he realizes God's greatness, while praying he does not pay attention to any suffering inflicted on his body by a daggar. However, because of oppression of a Jewish woman, he cries loud saying, "if a person dies because of this disgrace he should not be blamed!" He has excellent abilities to express himself, but never in the manner of one like Shahanama (a poet who praised kings) who makes no mention of our class except once in all of his sixty-thousand couplets.

My friend, at this time and in this community, we desperately need him. He is unlike the thinkers, philosophers and others who are either men of thoughts without action and struggle, or men of action without thoughts, wisdom, and piety. If we imagine someone beside him having all these qualities, perhaps he might not possess the tenderness of feeling, love and pure spirit. Perchance he might lack strong faith in God. He is a man whose essence is extended through all humanitarian dimensions. Like you and I, he works as a laborer. The same hands that recorded the glorious lines of divine guidance merge deep into the soil, tilling and fertilizing salty lands. He works for no one! While he makes water gush forth from the ground, his family looks at his work with joy. Before he and his wife rest, he declares, "good news for my heirs who will not have even one drop from this water as their share." My friend, he has made it a charity for you and me.

We need him. We need leadership like him. The civilizations, educational systems, and religions have made human beings into animals interested only in financial security or selfish and heartless worshippers or men of thought and reason who lack feeling, love and inspiration as well as knowledge, wisdom, and logic. But he is a man who combines all these dimensions in his persons. He is a leader of the working class and those who suffer. He is the expressing power who struggles for the well-being of the community. Sincerity, loyalty, patience, steadfastness, and the concepts of revolution and justice were the main features of his daily messages to the masses.

My friend, I live in a society where I face a system which controls half of the universe, maybe all of it. Mankind is being driven into a new stronghold of slavery. Although we are not in physical slavery, we are truely destined with a fate worse than yours! Our thoughts, hearts, and will powers are enslaved. In the name of sociology, education, art, sexual freedom, financial freedom, love of exploitation, and love of individuals, faith in goals, faith in humanitarian responsibilities and belief in one's own school of thought are entirely taken away from within our hearts! The system has converted us into empty pots which accommodate whatever is poured inside them!

Now, we in the name of party, blood, land, and system against system, undergo divisions so that each of us can be easily taken into service. His followers that is, the followers of his school of thought, are pushed to fight against one another. Why, under a global influence should they consider each other as enemies? One leaves his hands open in prayer while the other folds them together. One prostrates on a piece of clay while the other on a carpet. Fortunately less differentation is made now! Our thinkers are driven into exile; they have become guardians.

My friend, knowing that you were a slave, you could identify your master. You could endure the whip-lashed on your body. Why, how, and who made you slaves? We are facing the same destiny as yours, but unable to know why it exists. Who is making us slaves of this century? From where are we being invaded? Why are we submissive to misleading thoughts? Why are we engaged in worldly worships? Like animals, we have become victims of exploitation, even more so than your era and race!

We work for the systems, powers, machines and palaces which are maintained through our efforts. Riches are accumulated through our hard labor but our share is such a small portion; therefore, we are obliged to work the following day. We are more deprived than you! Cruelty and discrimination are more severe than that of your time!

My friend, Ali sacrificed his life for these considerations: School of Thought, Unity and Justice. It was evident in his twenty-three years of struggles and sacrifices to establish faith in the hearts of barbaric parties. It was evident in his twenty-five years of silence and endurance in order to preserve Islamic unity and save it from the dangers of the Roman and Persian empires. It was evident in his five years of work and suffering to achieve justice, using his sword to destroy hatred and liberate man. Though he was not able to achieve this, he managed to impart to us the meaning of the leadership of mankind and religion. He placed his life and the life of his family on these three slogans: School of Thought, Unity and Justice!"

Jul 13, 2007

In Praise of Resistance Against All Injustice

In memory of all victims of injustice. Injustice in the form of physical violence, as in wars, genocides, state-terrorism, and terrorism in general that target innocent people . Their crime? Either they belonged to a marginalized group or they dared to speak truth to power and resist injustice.

Injustice in the form of honor killing, gang rape, and domestic violence. Injustice imposed and justified in the name of God, religion, and tradition for the political and personal gains of a few.

Injustice in the form of emotional violence, including the incitement of hatred among people of different faiths and ethnicities and the desecration of religious symbols and sites.

Injustice in the form of structural violence, as in poverty, illiteracy, hunger, and lack of basic necessities of life.

To the victims and to the brave souls who resist against any and all forms of injustice, on this anniversary of the war that was imposed on Lebanon by Israel in July 2006, I dedicate Sahir Ludianvi's Khun Phir Khun Hai:

Khun Phir Khun Hai

Zulm phir zulm hai, baRhta hai to mitt jata hai
Khun phir khun hai, tapkay ga to jum jaiga


Oppression is still oppression;
It is wiped off when it exceeds its limit.
The blood is still blood;
When it is dropped, it stains.

Khak-i-Sehra pay jamay yaa kaf-e-qatil pay jamay
Firq-e-insaaf pay yaa pai-e-silasal pay jamay
Taigh-i-baydad pay, yaa lash-e-bismil pay jamay
Khun phir khun hai, tapkay ga to jum jaiga

Whether it stains the desert sand
Or the hands of the killer;
Whether it stains the head of justice,
Or the feet of chains;
Whether it stains the sword of injustice
Or the corpse of a martyr;
The blood is still blood;
When it is dropped, it stains.

Lakh BeThay koi chup chup key kamein gahon mein
Khun khud deta hai jalladon key maskan ka suragh
Sazishen lakh aurati rahain zulmat ka niqaab
Ley ke har boond nikalti hai hatheli par chirag

They may lurk in hiding places,
But the blood will always lead to the
tyrants.
Conspiracies may do their best
To shroud the truth in darkness,
But every drop of blood
Will carry a lamp on its palm.

zulm ki qismat-e-nakara-o-ruswa say kaho
jabar ki hikmat-e-parkar ke emaan say kaho
muhmil-e-majlis-e-aqwaam ki laila say kaho
khun dewana hai daman main tapak sakta hai
shula-e-tund hai khirman pay lapak sakta hai

Go and tell the obsolete and vain
fate of oppression,
Go and tell the intentions
of tyranny’s cunning wisdom,
That the blood is mad,
Can pounce on your lap;
That the flame is fierce,
Can scorch your harvest.

Tum ne jis khun ko maqtal main dabana chaha
Aaj wo kucha-o-bazaar main Aa nikla hai
Kahin Shola, kahin na’rah, kahin patthar ban ke
Khun chalta hai to rukta nahin sangeeno se
Sar uThta hai to dubta nahin aa’eenon se

The blood you wanted to bury
In the shambles,
Has come out in the streets:
As a flame somewhere,
As a shout, a stone somewhere else.
When the blood marches,
It can’t be stopped by bayonets.
When it raises its head,
It can’t be cowed by repressive laws.

Zulm ki baat hi kya, zulm ki auqaat hi kya
Zulm bass zulm hai aaghaaz se anjaam talak
Khun phir khun hai, sau Shakal badal sakta hai
Aisi Shaklein kah mitao to mitaye na bane
Aisey Sholey keh bhujao to bhujae na bane
Aisey narey keh dabao to dabaye na bane!

Oppression is a non-entity,
Worth nothing.
Oppression is only oppression
From the beginning to the end.
The blood is still blood;
It can assume many forms:
Images that can’t be erased,
Flames that can’t be put out,
Shouts that can’t be suppressed.

(Translation by Baidar Bakh)

Jul 12, 2007

Let's Weave A Dream

A friend, very disappointed with the current state of affairs in Pakistan, expressed his feelings with this couplet from Ghalib:

hairaan hun dil ko ro'un ke pitun jigar ko main,
maqdur ho agar to sath rakhun nauhagar ko main

The situation is indeed quite depressing for any person with a conscious head on his shoulders and a heart still beating in his chest. More than 2 million people have been affected by flood and flood relief failures in Balochistan and Sindh (here, here, here, here). As of today, at least 240 people have died, another 200 are missing in these two regions. In recent months, hundreds have died in political violence in different parts of the country. Under heavy storm and rain, within only two days, more than 200 people died in Karachi. The situation became so worse primarily because of the inefficacy of the city administration (here). And the latest, the loss of those innocent men, women, and children among the students who ended up in the Lal Masjid due to poverty, illiteracy, lack of social opportunities, or out of naive devotion and became dispensable pawns in the hands of their opportunist and misguided religious leaders and the short-sighted and corrupt political leadership in Pakistan, so willing to exceed any limits to preserve its power (here and here).

The blood of innocents has become so cheap, the value of life so worthless in Pakistan. Now, who wouldn't be depressed after witnessing all these developments. But, what can an average person like you and I do? I asked this question earlier in another post in reaction to the bombing in Peshawar and violence in Karachi (here). I suggested that we need to do retrospection on our sixty years history. Retrospection similar to what Sahir Ludhianvi, the poet, acerbically demanded from his Indian government in the below words, but also to look back on our own actions (or lack thereof) in these years:

aao ke aaj ghaur karen is sawaal par
dekhe the hum ne jo, wo haseen khwaab kya hue…
bekas barehnagi ko kafan tak nahin naseeb
wo waada-haa e atlas o kamkhwaab kya hue…
jamhooriyat-nawaaz, bashar-dost, amn-khwaah
khud ko jo khud diye the, wo alqaab kya hue

Come, and let us ponder on the question
Those beautiful dreams we had dreamt, what happened to them
Helpless nakedness does not even merit a shroud
What happened to those promises of silk and satin
Democrat, humanist, pacifist
What happened to all those self-conferred titles?

Only through this retrospection, I argued there, can we attain a realization of our plight. Realization that is needed to keep us from repeating the same mistakes again and again. But as we attain that realization, we need not despair. Instead, have hopes and dreams of a better future. As Sahir exhorts us: Aao ke koi khvaab bunein… (Let’s weave a dream otherwise the darkness of this hard age is going to suffocate both heart and soul to death). For it is hope that inspires the heart, that motivates the actions. The hope that Islam also gives to the oppressed ones: The meek shall inherit the earth. And, sooner or later, the truth shall prevail. That is the promise made in many divine scriptures. Indeed the idea of Mahdi, the awaited Savior, is an embodiment of that hope, inspiration, and dream (see here).

Let's weave a dream so our hearts remain alive and restless.

Sahir's Let's Weave a Dream:

aao ke koi Khvaab bunein kal ke vaaste
varnaa ye raat aaj ke sangiin daur kii
Das legii jaan-o-dil ko kuchh aise ke jaan-o-dil
taa umr phir na koi hasein Khvaab bun sakain

go ham se bhaagatii rahii ye tez-gaam umr
Khvaabon ke aasare pe kaTii hai tamaam umr

zulfon ke Khvaab, honThon ke Khvaab, aur badan ke Khvaab
meraaj-e-fan ke Khvaab, kamaal-e-sukhan ke Khvaab

tahzeeb-e-zindagii ke, faroG-e-vatan ke Khvaab
zindaan ke Khvaab, kuuchaa-e-daar-o-rasan ke Khvaab

ye khvaab hii to apanii javaanii ke paas the
ye khvaab hii to apne amal ki asaas the
ye khvaab mar gaye hain to be-rang hai hayaat
yuun hai ke jaise dast-e-tah-e-sang hai hayaat

aao ki koi Khvaab bunein kal ke vaaste
varnaa ye raat aaj ke sangiin daur kii
Das legii jaan-o-dil ko kuchh aise ke jaan-o-dil
taa umr phir na koi haseen Khvaab bun sakain

[dast-e-tah-e-sang = hands crushed under a stone (helpless)]

May 23, 2007

Faces of Faith

"There is no shortage of discussion about what is wrong with Muslims and the Islamic world these days. From our perspective, it is also important to take time to acknowledge the good that comes from Muslims inspired by their faith," says an article, entitled "Shaping Islam in America: 10 Young Muslim Visionaries," in the latest issue of the Islamica Magazine.

An apologetic argument? I wondered. Why should Muslims always assume a burden of proving their innocence? Why reinforce the presumption of Muslim guilt before innocence?

But despite the problematic introduction of this article, I liked their stated objective: "... to bring attention to the extraordinary efforts of [these] individuals who deserve widespread attention from the community, the media and anyone interested in where Islam in America is headed." That is something our communities need to do alot. Among other things, such efforts highlight possibilities and role models for the community and encourage the members to aspire for the same. I appreciate this effort by the Islamica Magazine.

These individuals come from various backgrounds and occupations. They may even have different preferences and approaches to social issues. But their common denominator is their faith, initiative, and leadership.

Check out their profiles here. I like their individual titles:

Saafir Rabb - The Community Re-builder

Mansur Khan - The Healer

Zarqa Nawaz - The Director

Farhana Khera - The Advocate

Shahed Amanullah - The Information Entrepreneur

Rami Nashashibi - The Activist

Murad Kalam - The Novelist

Manal Omar - The Humanitarian

Eboo Patel - The Bridge Builder

Omar Amanat - The Philanthropist

May 14, 2007

SHOWING THE ZAINABI KIRDAR

Merve Kavakci is a Turkish born Muslima who was stripped of her nationality because she dared to wear hijab in the Turkish parliament. She is a mother of two, very learned in Islamic knowledge, and holder of multiple degrees in computer science and politics. She belongs to the emerging wave of those Muslims in Turkey that want to reclaim their Muslim identity, their right to fully practice their religion, and to advance education, social welfare, and opportunities of the modern age to people. An example of the right to practice religion is to put on hijab or veil in public institutions. In Turkey, veil is banned in public offices and state institutions. The ban has its origins in Turkish state’s wish to become modern and to get along with the European nations. In 1999, Merve ran in the parliamentary elections and was elected from Istanbul.

The second of May, 1999 was her first day in the Turkish parliament. Her hijab was on her head as she entered the parliament building. She probably had some idea of what mayhem is awaiting her. She nonetheless carried herself with confidence and determination. Her posture reflected her conviction and pride in who she was – a muhajiba, a mujahida. But a few minutes later, before the oath-taking ceremony could begin, one after another, all her fellow Muslim parliamentarians stood up from their seats. And in a collective display of their ignorance (‘jihalat’) and prejudice (‘taassub’), they started banging, clapping, and snorting at her in frenzy, pressuring her to either take off her hijab or leave the building.


Merve did not remove her hijab. She endured all the humiliation while sitting in her chair. Later she was expelled from the parliament. She was humiliated, she was mentally tortured, but she was not defeated. Instead it was she who defeated those hundreds of parliamentarians in that building and their supporters in rest of Turkey in front of the whole world. With her eloquent speeches and writings, from that day on, she has been exposing the hypocrisy (‘munafiqat’) and tyranny (‘jabar’) of the Turkish state in different world forums, including the European Court of Human Rights, and electronic and print media.

Reading about her in this month of Muharram, about her strong conviction in her Islamic identity, in what she believes in, and her struggle for her rights, for the greater cause of her people felt so reminiscent of the character that Zainab binte Ali displayed some thirteen hundred years ago. Merve was humiliated, her hijab came under attack, but she remained steadfast in the face of all this like Zainab and like Zainab’s mother, Fatima, did. Through her character and eloquent speeches, Merve has exposed the subtle forms of tyrannies of our modern world, tyrannies that takes the cover of so called 'modernism' and 'secularism' in the case of the Turkish state. Merve has exposed the hypocrisy of 'western liberalism' that champions individual liberties and freedom of speech but can't tolerate hijab. Hijab, a simple piece of cloth, yet combined with Merve’s conviction, it is powerful enough to shake the foundations of oppression (‘zulm’).

No oppressor can tolerate such ‘Zainabi Kirdar’. Neither could Yazid of yesterday nor can yazidiat of today, whether it is the overt oppression of Saddam Hussein on Bintul Huda or the more subtle, totalizing logic of western liberalism against Merve Kavakci. But, these oppressors can’t win. They can’t suppress these voices of resistance. They never have been able to do that, they never can.

Merve Kavakci's website: http://www.mervekavakci.net/ (see a small audio clip of the frenzy created by the Turkish parliamentarians against Merve Kavakci on the main page. The clip opens automatically).

(January 31, 2007)