Why mob lynching is immune to the constitution

Recent killing of Tabrez Ansari was the 18th case of mob lynching in Jharkhand alone. Except few states of north-east and south almost everywhere the horror of mob lynching is same. Everyday we get the news of the extremist mob killing the people from minority communities. This series of continuous violence against marginalized communities (specially Muslims) was started after the arrival of NDA government at center. Gujarat model which includes the state sponsored violence against minorities was brought to the centre for its nationwide implementation. Initially when this cycle of violence started, many people come up with high level of resistance but from that days to this day, the violence against Muslims is at rise and its being normalized and institutionalized.                    Many people asks for the reason behind mob lynching. I think that if you are breathing in the air of India then you can easily find out the reason. The rise of RSS to the power was based upon the hatred against Muslims and nothing else. Neither development manifesto nor the corruption of congress was responsible for the victory of Narendra Modi. His involvement in 2002 riots was sole reason why majority of the Hindus give him massive mandate. From long ago BJP-RSS leaders are spreading venom against Muslims and now they got their aim when common Hindus also started hating the Muslims. Maximum TV anchor keep throwing propaganda against Muslims and increase their TRP. On other hand trolls over social media keep promoting the violence against Muslims. Throughout the Indian social media, you can easily find the right wing supporters calling for the exodus or the genocide of the Muslims. Apart from anonymous trolls, many are followed by the senior leadership of BJP and few are followed by the Narenda Modi himself. From the parliament to the streets of this country, BJP leaders and their sympathisers keep bashing Muslims. So after this whole high level hierarchy of the propaganda against Muslims, if Muslims are getting killed by the random mobs of the Hindus then nothing unpredictable is happening. Culprits of mob lynching are going unpunished because ruling government have great sympathy and soft corner for the killers. They don't want to lose Hindu vote bank by punishing the killers who killed the people of another faith for the sake of Hindutava. All institutions are filled with the members of RSS and they let go these people unpunished.                 Another important aspect is that extremists who kill Muslims in mob lynching are glorified in their community. They are sharing stages with ruling party leadership and are being presented as heros. This mindset of cult following is most dangerous aspect in this whole scenario. In the cases of mob lynching local police officials, administration, judiciary, media and government officials are on the side of culprits and not on the side of victim. So how can we expect from them to stop the killings and punish the culprits.                                    By the continuous massive propaganda, RSS got success in dehumanizing the Muslims. Common Hindus don't consider the Muslims as equal to them anymore. They have started thinking of the Muslims who are totally different from them. Who ate different food, have different interests and are not fit in the frame of nationalism. These all trends are leading India towards a bigger genocide then the Holocaust of the Jews. This had happened in Germany and Srebrenica, in our own country this had happened in 1984 and 1992, so this can also happen once again.    

Proposed Goals for Muslims for the next 50 years

1. Ensure not even a single child is devoid of education.

2. Ensure their education is in English medium.

3. Ensure you focus on their studies and study with them in pursuing their excellence.

4. 10th and 12th results are crucial and their studies should be monitored closely. If they are finding it difficult, counsel them in a friendly manner.

5. If there is an inclination towards sports or other hobbies, kindly pursue it very seriously at professional level.

6. Post 10th result, kindly assess their potential and select the stream suitable to kid's acumen. Kindly put Kid's interest on priority.

7. In case you find it challenging, kindly approach any educated senior in your area to guide you in the matter.

8. Once they are convinced, ask them to excel in every semester and not wait till final year.

9. Start advertising the vacancies of employment news in every masjid. Every Friday, people can understand where they can apply.

10. Ensure that women are actively involved in some financial activities. If they are educated, that's good, if not, they can be supported to take up some small businesses, may be if it's tuitions, preparing tiffins, tailoring, home science, designing, consultancy, parlours, etc.

11. There are multiple distance learning courses offered. At Least one entrepreneurial course can be pursued.

12. Maintain financial discipline. Invest at least 1/5th of your earnings, preferably in some fixed returns like ppf, etc.

13. Abide to law of land all the times. Do not give any chance to enforcement agencies to spoil the image of community. Be it wearing a helmet, seatbelts, rash driving, carriers at airports, slaughtering cow, etc. Lets not give anyone an opportunity to blame our community.

14. Your enemies are not people of other religions, they can't be.. Your enemy is illiteracy, unemployment, poverty, firkaparasti, etc. Fight them out. And to fight these challenges, you don't need support of any government.

15. As you don't need support of  governments, don't malign them unnecessary and give other sane people chance to malign and form an opinion about you. Every action is going to have an equal reaction.

16. Use Portals like CPGRAMS, state grievance redressal mechanisms extensively to raise ur concerns against d government offices so as to find timely resolution.

17. Don't waste money on lavish marriages, high end phones, parties, etc. Conserve for establishing in better future.

18. Doctors be advised to prescribe generic medicines to the patients so that they don't spend unnecessary savings for branded medicines. The list of the generic stores is available on many websites.

19. In case of disasters faced by humanity, case in point is Surat tragedy, the local Muslims can support the victims in whichever way possible. We don't have to teach anyone anything about religion, we have to show case the good virtues taught to us by our ancestors.

20. Your kurta, pajama, dadhi, topi is your uniform. If you spit in open, smoke, urinate, use abusive words, stalk, a by stander near you is not going to observe that some zahir, ismael, imtiaz, etc was uneducated.. They judge you as Muslims, and nothing wrong on their part, as that is what uniform conveys, the ideals of community. So be doubly conscious.

21. Adopt atleast two families, who in turn adopt other two, if not financially, atleast guide them educationally.

            Conclusion: Self retrospect and trying to achieve the level of Momin is the solution. It doesn't mean going to jungle with tasbeeh and forget the world. It is like everyone, poor and rich, educated and uneducated, ulema and non-ulema, women and men etc. has to try this.Sachar committee addressed only socio economic situation, people are making us fool saying it has solution 4 all issues that we are facing today. It is infact making ummah hopeless from the mercy of Allah SWT. We Muslims should seek solutions in Quran and the life of Prophet ﷺ.

Something About Education

During my three years in university, I came across a variety of teachers and students. I learnt many things during these three years but at the same time I noticed many more facts about teachers and students. Maximum of the students goes through a total change in their behavior, attitude and thought process, sensitive age and dynamic atmosphere are the main factors responsible for the change in the personality of the students. An important role is also played by friends, class and hostel mates, teachers and other people around. In both positive and negative ways youth got influenced by the atmosphere.                                                                                                              Not all, but few teachers highly affect the view point and thought process of the students. While observing this factor, for the first time I realizes that why governments install their ideological supporter teachers, professors, chancellors and vice chancellors in the educational institutions. After 15 July, 2016 coup in Turkey, government fired thousands of the professors from universities because they were know for anti government view point. In the concern of our surroundings, here is an adverse effect. Our country, societies and educational institutions are not education oriented. We spent a tiny percentage of our GDP on the education and research, same is the case with our domestic income. Nor government neither people are ready to spent on education.

              Do anyone accept or not but maximum students in our country are studying for a job and future security. Because healthcare, education and other basic facilities are expensive in our country so we cannot blame students and families but this trend has made our education system only more stressful and full of the cut-throat competition. There are few government institutions who are providing good facilities so people become prone to approach the private sector, this is where whole mess begins. Government needs to  generate more employment opportunities for the youth as per their skills, providing adequate employment is the only solution of this problem.       

                                                                                              China is the great example for us who provided education and employment to their massive population and  now they are enjoying the edge over rest of the world in all fields. In their case this all become possible only with planing and dedicated leadership. India have a great potential in service sector, manufacturing and IT. We need some more organised and sincere efforts. India have a large market and work force but less entrepreneurs, this is the result of unproductive education system.

                                                                                              So whenever we see a student failing, we must keep in the mind that he/she might be a sufferer of the system and atmosphere. In Israel there is a common trend in all business schools and universities, all students are provided with 1000$ and they have to earn 10,000 $ from that amount in certain period, unless they don't fulfill this criteria and are not given their MBA degree. This is the best example of practical implementation of bookish education. We need this kind of serious efforts in our country.

                                                               

हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं

ज़रूरी बात कहनी हो 
कोई वादा निभाना हो 
उसे आवाज़ देनी हो 
उसे वापस बुलाना हो 
हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं
 
मदद करनी हो उसकी 
यार का ढाँढ़स बंधाना हो 
बहुत देरीना रास्तों पर 
किसी से मिलने जाना हो 
हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं 

बदलते मौसमों की सैर में 
दिल को लगाना हो 
किसी को याद रखना हो 
किसी को भूल जाना हो 
हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं 

किसी को मौत से पहले 
किसी ग़म से बचाना हो 
हक़ीक़त और थी कुछ 
उस को जा के ये बताना हो 
हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं 

- मुनीर नियाज़ी

An American soldier and his wife's journey to the Islam - A beautiful story

"Everything seems to be governed by the Lord of the Universe" is the conclusion that Chris Tarantino reached when deciding to accept Islam. "How could I not?", the man born in Kissimmee, Florida, did not take the slightest to pledge the creed. It all started with war. Yes, war. Chris enlisted with the US Army in 1998, three years before the September 11 attacks in New York and Washington DC. He was deployed to fight in Afghanistan and Iraq. American soldiers fighting in Muslim countries often face negative perceptions that they are enemies of Islam and Muslims. But Chris said he never had positive or negative feelings about Muslims, even when heading to Iraq. "All I knew was we were going to combat terrorism. As a soldier, I just did what I was told. They say ignorance is bliss. I guess I was ignorant." he said. Chris’s assignment to Iraq in 2006 was going to be the first step in his journey towards Islam, even though he did not realize it. His wife, Cristina Tarantino, who at the time was in Mannheim, Germany. She was so worried about her husband that she began to reflect about life and death. "I was really, really scared something was going to happen to him," she said. She started to wonder what really happens to us after death, and what is the best way to live life in this world. Cristina had an older sister who had converted to Islam after marrying a Palestinian man. She started spending time with her and asking questions about life and death in Islam. What she was hearing from her sister made sense to her and gave her some serenity. This was the start of a spiritual journey that she shared with her husband during frequent phone calls while he was stationed at Camp Taji in Iraq. Chris could not hide his surprise when his wife said she had accepted Islam: "I was kind of shocked when I heard her say it: "I’ve accepted Islam",", he said. The first question he asked her was whether she had started wearing Hijab. At that time, Cristina said she was not ready for that yet. Chris didn’t ask his wife a lot of questions but instead "I asked for guidance in my prayers." he said. A few years later, when he was reassigned to Iraq in 2010, Chris had finally become a Muslim. He decided not to hide it. “I saw it wasn’t the end of the world to say I was a Muslim,” he said. Over time, the couple became increasingly religious. They often visit a Masjid in Mannheim/Germany. Soldiers who convert to Islam face a double dilemma: at work they face perceptions that Muslims are hostile to the military they serve, and at the Masjid they face perceptions that they are ennemies of Islam. "I follow the teachings of the prophet Muhammad. What the prophet Muhammad teaches does not condone that," Chris said. "I don’t associate myself with radicalism whatsoever." But his situation is unusual: He is the only US soldier at the Omar Al-Faruq Masjid in Mannheim, part of a small minority of Muslims in the military and an even smaller minority of Muslim soldiers who are not from a traditionally Muslim family or African-American. Although Chris and his wife’s decision to embrace Islam is personal, not political, his views on the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, and war in general, have changed. "As Muslims, we believe that if you kill one innocent person, it’s as if you’ve killed the entire world. But if you save one person, you save the entire world," said Chris. "I want to be on the side that’s helping." The couple helped form a nonprofit group to send food and medical supplies to Somalia. Cristina is one of seven people in their Masjid who formed the "Islamischer Humanitaerer Entwicklungsdienst" group or the Islamic Humanitarian Development Service (www.IHED.de) In just a few weeks, this charity has collected and sent 135 tons of food and medicine. All assistance is collected, arranged, and carried out during Ramadan. At home, the Tarantino family, who lives in the American military base in Mannheim, continues to study their new faith and try to practice it as much as possible. When leaving home, Cristina wears long sleeves, a long skirt and a hijab. Many people give her strange looks. "I feel like an astronaut," she said. "I tell my husband: "They probably think you brought me from Iraq"." But her husband has never had a problem interacting. Soldiers in his unit know he is a Muslim. Chris can take time to pray. "I'd stop for prayer. I’d talk to them about Islam because it’s my chance to do a good deed," he said. "At first, they were: "What?" "You are?" "Really?", " he said. After, they’d say, "Sgt. Tarantino, it’s prayer time." "They were respectful," he said. One of the hardest things about their conversion had to do with their two young sons. "We were like: "What do we tell the kids?", " Cristina said. "So, gradually there was no tooth fairy, no Santa Claus. … They took it very well."

He Knew...(Short story)

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 He knew...

Quarter past 2 in the night, A small boy rushed into the hospital with tears flowing down his eyes, just behind him were 2 guys in whites hurriedly pushing an old man, the man known to be the biggest gold merchant in town,Amar Raj, on a stretcher into the emergency room. The word spread soon that another patient had checked in the hospital and also that he might kick the bucket.

Dr. Puri was given the case and he didn’t waste a second and started running tests thinking at the back of his mind that this atleast an eighty year old soul might not make it. 

"Get him into the ICU" he shouted. He used the flashlight only to find out that the old man's pupils are dialated. 

"Do you not hear me? He needs oxygen, quick." It was more of a shriek this time. 

The high dose of a blood thinner and an adrenaline shot was injected with a hope of a miracle from the deity. 

"Here are the test reports doctors" said Pramod, the attendant.  

The attendant could see the tense and rather alarmed look on the doctor's face but couldn't help but notice his glowing bald forehead under the hospital lights.

The doctor looked at barely breathing old man "But...how?" he questioned to no one but himself.

The reports seemed okay but the man lying there didn't. The small boy with dark circles bigger than his eyes gasping for breath pulled Dr. Puri's coat and could only say the words "baabuji... Baa..baabuji.. " 

The doctor calmed the little boy down with a curiosity emerged inside him to find out what led this man with a perfectly alright frame to such a state, as they both waited for the rest of the test reports. 

He gave him juice and the little guy soon got lost into the tangy flavor of it. 

The little guy told the doctor that his name is Chotu and as far as he could remember he had little glimpses of his family and the miseries they lived in but after that the old man is all he knows. Reports came, everything was normal except the situation Dr. Puri had found himself in.

Questioning 28 years of his doctorate experience he scratched his head only to realize he has no hair which only magnified the misery. He tried to determine what might have happened with this man of unfathomable fortune. The little guy came to his rescue.

He told the doctor that this man lives in his home with a housekeeper and himself. They shifted here from the big mansion some time back He has two sons, both of them the lightweight has never met but has seen pictures of them. They call once in a blue moon and his Baabuji refuses to talk to them .Kashi, the elder son brought him here to take care of the old man.

From the time chotu came the old man was top-notch up until sometime before. He was in love with eating, playing cards and ludo, he is very competitive, he never gives up, and metallic pens that one has to keep dipping in ink in order to write and other conventional ways to keep an old man busy. From the past few months he used to spend most of his time in his den isolating himself from everyone even this young lad.

“There is something more to it’’ he claimed with certainty. He made an effort to dig up the times gone by in the old chap’s life. Feeling paralyzed, he would do anything to aid the gray beard.

The doctor came to know that he had stopped talking and would merely eat that too when this two-bit ,the new man of the made it mandatory that the old man would only be left alone if and only if ate his food.

Prateek Sehajpal ,a good old loyal friend scampering through to Dr Puri’s cabin, convulsively breathing ,“How are things?’’ he asked.

Without a pause he shouted “Those…Those Kashi and Anoop and their actions are the root cause behind this condition of his. He worked all his life to bestow them with everything they wished for. The only time they would bear the trouble of calling their Bauji is when they stand in need of his wealth.” He stood there with a frowl on his face.

“What could have possibly gone wrong?” the doctor just stood there ever so confused.

“I might know a man who can answer to queries” replied Mr. Sehajpal with signs of agony in his voice.Both of them tried to get in touch with Tanmay Mehta, the advocate to this old man. He was not in town hence the only feasible way to know the truth is through a phone call.

“Hello, Mr. Mehta? Mr, Sehajpal here” he did not hang around for the advocate to answer.

“Mr. Amar Raj is in the hospital, he doesn’t have much time and the doctor wants to know if you noticed anything unusual with him?” he asked without a pause.

“Yes!”  he replied hastily overlapping the question with his answer.

“and I am not his advocate anymore, he relinquished me from the job just after he sold every single one of his assets, his property, his investments, his stocks, his bonds, except his old ancestral mud house where he wanted to move after its restoration and his stack of books. He insisted on his need of a hearth even though the winters were no way near and he just wouldn’t take no for an answer He kept saying that his sons thought he didn’t know. 

He knew….all this time he knew”.

Dr. Puri in a conversation with himself says “The tests and reports suggested that he was absolutely fine physically but in his head he had already given up. He seemed to have no motive to live anymore; his mind is trying to convince his heart that its time…. time that it should stop beating. 
Winning this time for him would mean losing everything The man who never gives up, this time gave up without fighting”.

They kept monitoring him, trying everything that could have been possible but you cannot save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. 

The long beep and the silence afterwards was deafening resulted in perfect silence at the most imperfect situations of them all.                                                         

He……..is no more.

He won the battle….of losing his meaningless life. The old man has departed this stage of existence and has gone to a better place, a place of eternal peace.

To the young wit it came as a massive shock whereas Dr. Puri and Mr. Sehajpal were filled with remorse, they felt as if it was their flaw. The last rights were performed by the clueless, blank and at present numb little chotu. Kashi and Anoop couldn’t make it.

It took the traumatized chotu weeks to actually get a hold of what had happened.

The little kid who knew nothing of the outside world was struggling just to survive. Soon the word spread, the old man had sold everything and that meant his kids were getting nothing in inheritance. Except the little kid who just wouldn’t stop crying  got 8 huge books which everyone guessed were written by the old man himself.

Eight years passed….

Chotu was struggling to keep himself just alive. He lived in the periphery of the city where He worked as a day laborer, a tea vendor, a barber and anything that didn’t make him question his morals. Kaashi and Anoop went back to their lives which no one knew nothing about after finding out that the old man has sold the entirety and they are getting only his blessings.

“Anyone home?” shouted advocate Tanmay Mehta standing outside chotu’s room with stained curtains and no door.

Recognizing the voice and with an aching heart getting flashbacks of the time he had spent with Baabu ji, He came running outside.

After having a glass of water and a thorough look at his room the man in the black coat asked “I am sorry for whatever happened but you went missing after Bau ji’s death. We tried to locate you.”

With his eyes a bit misty and not thinking about his current state for even a second, he only had Baabu ji and the everlasting memories in his mind.

“The police and the court were not able to trace where Bau Ji’s inheritance went. The only thing he left behind was his legacy, his name for his children to use and the books he gave you.

 We thought if you can tell us what is written in it we might get a link or just a hint!”

With a little smile he said “ha-ha! I wish I could read, I still have those with me only because it once belonged to Baabu Ji, but you can have a look if you find anything. Who am I to stop you?”

“These books are extremely heavy ” said Mr. Mehta in a failed attempt to carry two of those books at once.

They read ‘They thought I didn’t know’, ‘I knew’ with ‘God bless Chotu’ in between at times in the whole of eight books on every single page.

Chotu was in tears. He didn’t even try to contain his emotions this time.

Disappointed “Everyone knows except his own sons that he knew what they were after” said the one who knew more than just how to read.

Chotu kept two of the books on the wooden shelf above his head to make room and the nail came out…slamming the books and the wooden plank onto the floor.

“Something isn’t right” said Mr. Mehta to himself as he heard a different sound, unlike what it would be like when a book slammed on the floor, leaving as fast as his legs could carry.

Few hours later…

He came back with the cops, court officials, and a man who appeared to be one of the elites. Dr. Puri got there too at almost the same time.

“I guess, Mr. Mehta isn’t the guy I thought he was”  Chotu murmured to himself thinking that the cops are after him courtesy of the fact that Mr. Mehta might have found something in those books and didn’t tell him.

The cops quickly got a hold Chotu and the books in the presence of court officials were handed over to a guy who seemed to be a man of substance and he started to tear the pages apart that very instant.

Chotu couldn’t help his emotions and trashed everyone there particularly the one who shred last relic of his Baabu Ji to pieces. He was exhausted from the crying and screaming in an effort to stop it from happening to the point where he turned motionless and where the cops became the only reason of him standing on his own two feet.

Dr. Puri helped him regain his composure as the man unknown tossed a few pages in a pan and lit a flame underneath. He seemed critical in leaving no trace behind of the departed soul. The paper instantly caught fire left not only ash but some liquid substance behind. 

They allowed it to cool down and settle.

On an attempt to find out what it could have been everyone just stood there without budging an inch, their attention steadily fixed at what the man were to say.

 

“Pure gold..Purest that exists” the man said in disbelief.

 

The time stood still

The doctor tried to put the situation into words and put Chotu out of his misery.

“Mr. Amar Raj knew it indeed” said the doctor with his voice a bit heavy.                                     

“Chotu this is Pargat Singh,a goldsmith. He worked for Bau Ji.”

“You emerged as his son when he needed it the most. Your Baabu Ji knew that his own blood would come after you if he had left everything to your name. 

They would drag you to court and eventually play a fast one to take hold of everything. He turned every asset into gold and named it to the one who stood by him in health and in sickness knowing that his off springs wouldn’t care for some stupid books written by him”

It more or less explained the shifting to his ancestral house, the isolation, books, titanium pens and ink, the fire place in summer, and the sudden descent in his health.

“He did what he felt was right, he cared for you as much as you cared for him.”

Chotu was on his knees, moved, in tears…. and now the rightful owner of Amar Raj’s inheritance.





                                                         
A short story by Gurkirpal Singh

जो उतर के ज़ीना ए शाम से

जो उतर के ज़ीना के शाम से,
तेरी चश्म ए ख़ुश में समा गए।
वही जलते बुझते से मेहर ओ माह,
मेरे बाम ओ दर को सजा गए।

ये अजीब खेल है इश्क का,
मैने आप देखा ये मोजज़ा।
वो जो लफ्ज़ मेरे ग़ुमाँ में थे,
वो तेरी ज़ुबाँ पर आ गए।

वो जो गीत तुमने सुना नहीं,
मेरी उम्र भर का रियाज़ था।
मेरे दर्द की थी वो दास्ताँ,
जिसे तुम हंसी में उड़ा गए।

वो चिराग़ ए जाँ कभी जिसकी लौ
ना किसी हवा से निगुँ हुई
तेरी बेवफाई के वसवसे
उसे चुपके चुपके बुझा गए।

वो था चाँद शाम ए विसाल का
के था रूप तेरे जमाल का,
मेरी रूह से मेरी आँख तक
किसी रोश्नी में नहा गए।

ये जो बंदग़ाने नियाज़ हैं
ये तमाम हैं वही लश्करी
जिन्हें ज़िंदग़ी ने अमाँ न दी
तो तेरे हुज़ूर में आ गए।

तेरी बेरूख़ी के द़यार में
मैं हवा के साथ हवा हुआ
तेरे आइने की तलाश में
मेरे ख्वाब चेहरा गँवा गए।

तेरे वसवसों के फिशार में
तेरा शरार ए रंग उजड़ गया,
मेरी ख़्वाहिशों के ग़ुब्बार में
मेरे माह ओ साल वफा गए।

मेरी उम्र से ना मिट सके
मेरे दिल में इतने सवाल थे,
तेरे पास जितने जवाब थे
तेरी इक निग़ाह में आ गए।

जो उतर के ज़ीना ए शाम से
तेरी चश्म ए ख़ुश में समा गए,
वही जलते बुझते से मेहर ओ माँह
मेरे बाम ओ दर को सजा गए।

How can you help Turkey in present crisis

Turkey is facing serious consequences amid U. S. blackmailing and threatening to further economic sanctions and degrading Turkish Lira. Many people who have sympathy with Turkey and want to do something are feeling hopeless. Here I want to suggest you some ways by which you can help Turkey against American sanctions and help their people -

1. Buy Turkish Currency - You can buy Turkish currency is an amount which you can afford. You can start from 10 Liras and can buy as much you can. This will help Lira in competing dollar. This is what Qatar and Lebanon are doing. You can also suggest your government and rich people to buy Turkish Lira.

2. Buy Turkish Goods - If you buy Turkish goods, this will help Turkish exports and increase their share in global trade.

3. Complete Boycott of U. S. goods & services - This is an another effective way to fight U. S. bullying and help the countries who are suffering from American economic sanctions. Don't use Made in U. S. goods and encourage your governments to impose high taxes on American goods. Identify the MNCs and groups which are owned by American shareholders and people.

4. Visit Turkey - Turkey receives a huge amount of tourists and it is one of the top visited country by foreigners. If you are planing a foreign trip during your holiday, you can visit Turkey. Turkey have more landscape and historical diversity then any other country.

         Above are some tips bu which you can individually help Turkey to fight back against Trump's bullying and western dominance. It is the time to change the globe economic and political order. We know it very well that  "World is far more then five. "

सिवाय “हरामखोरी” के मुसलमानों ने पिछले एक हज़ार साल में कुछ नहीं किया

[ पाकिस्तानी पत्रकार जावेद चौधरी का यह आलेख उर्दू अखबार ‘डेली एक्सप्रेस’ कराची में प्रकाशित हुआ, जिसमें सिर्फ पाकिस्तान के मुसलमान ही नहीं, दुनियां के मुसलमानोंं की हकीकत को बखूबी बयां किया गया है. ]

मशहूर उर्दू शायर जौन इलिया का एक तीखा फिकरा है,

“हम मुसलमान अपने एक हजार साल के इतिहास में ‘हरामखोरी’ के सिवा कुछ नहीं कर रहे है !”

जब से मैंने यह पढ़ा है, मैं सोच में डूबा हुआ हूंं, सिर्फ 18 शब्दों में जौन साब ने मुसलमानों का कितना सही वर्णन किया है.

सही में हमने हजार साल में जंगों के सिवा कुछ नहीं किया है. आप 2018 से एक हजार साल पीछे जाइए, आपको महमूद गजनवी हिंदुस्तान पर हमला करते मिलेगा. आपको स्पेन में मुसलमानों के हाथों मुसलमानों का गला काटते दिखेगा. आपको तुर्की में लोग तलवारे तान के घूमते नजर आएंगे. आपको अरबस्तान में लाशें बिखरी मिलेंगी. शिया-सुन्नी एक दुसरे का सर काटते नजर आएंगे.

मुसलमान, मुसलमान को जीतते हुए नजर आयेगा, मुसलमान मुसलमानों की मस्जिदें जलाते दिखाई देंगे और धार्मिक मुसलमान के हाथों दूसरे धार्मिक मुसलमानों के कटे हुए सरों के मिनार खड़े किए आपको दिखेंगे. आप साल 1018 से आगे आते जाइये, आपके दिमाग में एक एक चीज आती जाएगी. आपको मुसलमान एक दुसरे के क़त्ल के वक्त और बाद में हरामखोरी करते नजर आएंगे.

हमने अपने 1400 सालों के इतिहास में दूसरों को इतना नहीं जीता जितना मुसलामनों को जीता याने कुचला है. आपको जानकर हैरानी होगी कि इस्लाम ने आज के इस्लामी दुनिया का 95% हिस्सा इस्लाम की शुरूआत के पहले 100 सालों में ही जीत लिया था, इसके बाद के 1350 साल मुसलमान इसी इलाके पर कब्जे के लिए एक दूसरे के साथ लड़ते रहे. हमारा 95% ज्ञान, धर्म और शास्त्रों का निर्माण का इतिहास पहले सिर्फ 350 सालों में सिमट गया है.

हमने इसके बाद के हजार सालों में “हरामखोरी” के सिवा कुछ भी नहीं किया है. दुनियाभर का इस्लाम नेलकटर से लेकर कंघी तक सब कुछ उन लोगों का बनाया हुआ इस्तेमाल कर रहा है जिन्हें हम दिन में पांच बार गालियां देते रहते हैं. कमाल देखिए हम मस्जिदों में यहूदियों के बनाए हुए पंखे और ए.सी. लगाकर, ईसाईयों के बनाए हुए पाइपों से आने वाले पानी से वजू (नमाज के पहले हाथ-पैर धोना) कर के, काफिरों के बनाए हुए साउंड सिस्टम पर अजान देकर और इन्हीं की बनाई हुई नमाज की चटाई पर बैठ कर इन्हीं सब के बरबादी की दुआ करते हैं.

हम दवाइयां भी यहूदियों की खाते हैंं, बारूद भी काफिरों का इस्तेमाल करते हैं, और पूरी दुनिया पर इस्लाम के नियंत्रण और सत्ता का ख्वाब भी देखते हैं. आपको शायद यह भी जान कर हैरत होगी, कि हम खुद को दुनिया की बेहतरीन कौम मानते है लेकिन हमने पिछले 500 सालों में काफिरों के खिलाफ कोई बड़ी जंग नहीं जीती. हम 5 शतकों से सिर्फ मार और मार ही खा रहे हैंं. पहले विश्व युद्ध के समय तक पूरा अरबस्तान एक देश था लेकिन यूरोप ने 1918 में अरबस्तान को 12 देशों में बांंट दिया और खुद को दुनिया की सबसे बहादुर कौम माननेवाली मुस्लिम कौम देखते ही रह गयी ब्रिटेन ने अरबों की जमीन छीन कर इजराइल बना दिया और हम रोने-धोने और यौम अल क़ुद्स (इजराइल के निर्माण के विरोध का दिन- रमजान महीने का आखरी शुक्रवार) मानाने के सिवा कुछ नहीं कर रहे. हम अगर अच्छे लड़ाके थे और हमें 1400 साल का लड़ने का जबरदस्त अनुभव था तो हम कम से कम लड़ाई में तो माहिर हो जाते. और दुनिया के हर हथियार पर “मेड बाय मुस्लिम” का सिक्का लग जाता. और हम कहींं मार न खा रहे होते. और कम से कम आज इराक, लीबिया, इराक, अफ़गानिस्तान, सीरिया, यमन दुनिया के स्वर्ग बने हुए दिखते.

आज इस्लामी दुनिया की बदकिस्मती यह है कि हम यूरोप की बंदूके, टैंकों, तोपों, गोलों, गोलियों और लड़ाकू विमानों के सिवा हमारे पवित्र काबा की रक्षा तक नहीं कर सकते हैं. हमारी शिक्षा क्षेत्र का यह बुरा हाल है कि दुनिया की 100 बेहतरीन यूनिवर्सिटीज में एक भी इस्लामी दुनिया की यूनिवर्सिटी नहीं है, पूरे इस्लामी दुनिया में जितने रिसर्च पेपर्स निकलते हैंं उससे ज्यादा रिसर्च पेपर्स अकेले बोस्टन शहर में निकलते हैं.

पूरी इस्लामी दुनिया के सत्ताधीश अपना इलाज करवाने के लिए यूरोप या अमरीकी अस्पतालों में जाते हैं या अपने जिंदगी का आखरी हिस्सा इन पश्चिमी देशों में गुजारना चाहते हैं.

हमने पिछले 500 सालों में दुनिया को कोई नया दवा, नया हथियार, नया तत्वज्ञान, कोई नयी अच्छी किताब, कोई नया खेल, नया कानून नहीं दिया. हमने अगर इन 500 सालों में कोई नया अच्छा जूता भी बनाया होता तो भी बड़ी बात होती. हम हजार सालों में साफ-सुथरा शौचालय भी नहीं बना पाए. हम बेहतरीन मोज़े और स्लीपर, या गर्मियों में ठन्डे और सर्दियों में गर्म रखने वाले कपडे भी नहीं बना पाए.

अगर कुरान शरीफ को छापने के लिए हमने कागज, स्याही और प्रिंटिंग मशीन बना ली होती तो भी थोड़ी इज्जत बच जाती. हम तो काबा पर ओढ़ने के लिए कपड़ा भी इटली से बना कर मंगवाते हैं. हम साउंड सिस्टम भी यहूदी कंपनी से खरीद के अपने धार्मिक ठिकानों पर लगा देते हैं. हमारी तस्वीरें और मालाएं भी चीन से बन कर आती है. हमारे कफ़न जर्मन मशीनों पर तैयार होते हैं.
आप माने या ना माने हम दुनिया के 150 करोड़ मुसलमान सिर्फ एक कंज्यूमर हैं और इससे इनकी दुनिया में कोई कीमत नहीं है. यूरोप नई चीजे बनता है और हमारे मुस्लिम दुनिया तक पहुंचाता है और हम उसे इस्तेमाल करते हैं और इसके बाद बनाने वालों को हम सिर्फ आंखें दिखाते हैं.

आप विश्वास कीजिये, जिस साल ऑस्ट्रेलिया और न्यूज़ीलैंड सऊदी अरब को भेड़े देना बंद कर देगा, हम हज में क़ुरबानी भी नहीं दे सकेंगे, और जिस दिन यूरोप और अमरीका हमें गाड़िया, जहाज और कंप्यूटर देना बंद कर देगा उस दिन हम अपने घरों में कैद हो जायेंगे.

आप उन नौजवानों के ताने सुन लीजिये जो मैट्रिक की परीक्षा पास नहीं कर पाए, जिनको पेच तक कसना नहीं आता और जिनके घर के बड़े लोग अगर पैसा ना कमाए तो इनके घरों के चूल्हे नहीं जल पाएंगे, आप इनके दावे सुन लीजिये; ये लोग पूरी दुनिया में इस्लाम का झंडा लहराना चाहते हैं ! आप अपने मौलवी का लम्बा भाषण सुन लीजिये जो खुद के माइक का टूटा हुआ तार भी ठीक नहीं कर सकता ! ये अपने अल्लाह के रसूल की बातें भी मार्क जुकेरबर्ग के फेसबुक के जरिये ही अपने लोगों तक पहुंचाते हैं !

ये लोग आज तक इब्न तिमिया, इब्न काशीर, इमाम गजाली और मौलाना रूमी से आगे नहीं बढ़ सके ! पूरे वैश्विक इस्लाम में ऐसा एक भी व्यक्ति नहीं है जो इब्न अरबी को समझने का दावा कर सकेगा. इब्न हिशाम और इब्न इहशाक भी हमारे पास ऑक्सफ़ोर्ड प्रिंटिंग प्रेस के जरिये पहुंचता है ! और इब्न रशीद भी हमें यूरोप के स्कॉलर्स ने समझाया था. लेकिन आप उलेमाओं के भाषण सुनिए आपको पता चलेगा की सब कुछ इन्होंने ही किया है ! ये जिस दिन आदेश देंगे, सूरज नहीं उगेगा ! जिस दिन आदेश जारी करेंगे जमीं पर अनाज नहीं उगेगा ! हम ने आखिर आज तक क्या किया है ? हम मुस्लिम किस आधार पर खुद को दुनिया की सर्वश्रेष्ठ जाति समझते हैं ? मुझे आज तक इस सवाल का जवाब नहीं मिल सका

हम अगर दिल पर पत्थर रख कर इस हकीकत को मान ले तो हमें पता चलेगा की हमारी “हरामखोरी” हमारे जिन्स का हिस्सा बन चुकी है ! आप अपने आस-पास नजर डालिए, आप को अपने देश के हर परिवार में कोई एक व्यक्ति काम करता दिखाई देगा, वह पूरे परिवार की अवश्यकताएंं पूरी करता होगा, घर के बाकी लोग इस एक व्यक्ति के आधार पर “हरामखोरी” करते होंगे और उन्हें गलियांं भी दे रहे होंगे, आप एक दिन इस खानदान के “हरामखोरी” की चर्चा भी सुन लीजिए ! आप को यह लोग यह कहते हुए मिलेंगे, “आखिर इसने हमारे लिए क्या किया है ?” आपको पूरे शहर में कोई एक व्यक्ति प्रगति करता मिलेगा और पूरा शहर उसे गालियां दे रहा होगा. हमारे डेढ लाख अफसरों में, दस साल में कोई एक काम का अफसर पैदा होता है और पुरा देश उसे सर उठाता है. आप देश का इतिहास देख लीजिये, सब के सब जानेमाने नेताओं के आंंखों में आपको आंसू देखने को मिलेंगे.

आपको मुल्क का हर वह शख्स दुखी मिलेगा जिसने खुद “हरामखोरी” से इंकार कर दिया था, जिसने एक जाति को देश बनाने की गलती की थी. इस्लामी दुनिया हजार साल से यह गलती दोहरा रही हैंं. और हम पाकिस्तानी मुसलमान 70 साल से यही खेल खेल रहे हैंं. हम एक ऐसे मुल्क में रह रहे हैंं जहां हमने आज तक देश को तोड़ने वालों का कोई हिसाब नहीं किया. हमने कारगिल के जिम्मेदारों का कोई हिसाब नहीं किया.

हमने आज तक शौकत अजीज जैसे लोगों को भी कोई सवाल नहीं पूछे जो बाहर से आए, पाकिस्तान के प्रधानमंत्री बने और शेरवानी उतार के जहांं से आए थे वहां के लिए वापिस चले गए. हमने आज तक उन लोगों से भी हिसाब नहीं मांंगा, जिन्होंने धोखा दिया.

लेकिन हम हरामखोरी के इन दस्तरख्वानों पर, खाने की एक डिश रखने वालों पर, एक पाठ पढ़ रहे हैं. हम इनका हिसाब कर रहे है. हम सही में सच्चे और खरे मुसलमान है.

(उर्दू डेली एक्सप्रेस – कराची)