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WHO YOU ARE ? WAHABI ? SHEYA ? SONI ? AHLE HADEES ?
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QURAN OR ALLAH KE RASOOL (S.A.W.) NE FARMAYA TAFARKE MAIN NA PAROO
WHO YOU ARE …….. ?
BORN IN PAKISTAN
MQM STIL REFUGE ( MOHAJER ) ………………………………….QURAN OR ALLAH KE RASOOL (S.A.W.) NE FARMAYA JAHLEYAT KE POKAR .
Manfa’at Aik Hai Is Qaum Ki, Nuqsan Bhi Aik
Ek Hi Sab Ka Nabi (S.A.W), Din Bhi, Iman Bhi Aik
Your nation’s weal, your nation’s woe, In common you all share,
Your Prophet (PBUH) and your creed the same, the same Truth you declare;
Harm-e-Paak Bhi, Allah Bhi, Quran Bhi Aik,
Kuch Bari Baat Thi Hote Jo Musalmaan Bhi Aik!
And one your Kaʹba, One your God, and one your great Quran;
Yet, still, divided each from each, Lives every Mussalman.
Firqa Bandi Hai Kahin, Aur Kahin Zaatain Hain
Kya Zamane Mein Panapne Ki Yehi Baatain Hain?
You split yourselves in countless sects, In classes high and low;
Think you the world its gifts will still on such as you bestow?
Kon Hai Taarik-e-Aaeen-e-Rasool-e-Mukhtar (S.A.W.)?
Maslihat Waqt Ki Hai Kis Ke Amal Ka Maayaar?
Who now forgetfully neglect My Rasool’s Law sublime?
And whose lives write them clearly down As servers of the time?
Kis Ki Ankhon Mein Samaya Hai Sha’ar-e-Aghyar
Ho Gyi Kis Ki Nigah Tarz-e-Salaf Se Baizar?
To whom now other customs seem far nobler than their own?
By whom your great forefathers’ ways once followed, are forsworn?
Qalb Mein Souz Nahin, Rooh Mein Ehsas Nahin
Kuch Bhi Paigham-e-Muhammad (S.A.W.) Ka Tumhain Paas Nahin
Your hearts are now of longing void, Your souls now know no zeal,
You heed no more that message great which Ahmad (PBUH) did reveal.
Waaiz-e-Qoum Ki Woh Pukhta Khayali Na Rahi
Barq Taba’ee Na Rahi, Shaola Maqali Na Rahi
That judgment ripe is no more theirs who play your preachers’ role,
Nor kindling accents from their lips, reveal the flaming soul.
Shor Hai Ho Gaye Dunya Se Musalman Nabood
Hum Ye Kehte Hain Ke The Bhi Kahin Muslim Maujood!
’Tis said: “ The Muslims quit this world, Their days are on the wane
The Muslims died out long ago; Such a lament is vain.
Waza Mein Tum Ho Nisara, Tau Tamaddun Mein Hanood,
Yeh Musalman Hain! Jinhain Dekh Ke Sharmaen Yahood?
From Christians you have learnt your style, your culture from Hindus;
How can a race as Muslims pass who shame even the Jews?
Yun To Syed Bhi Ho, Mirza Bhi Ho, Afghan Bhi Ho
Tum Sabhi Kuch Ho, Batao To Musalman Bhi Ho!
You are known as Syed, and Mughal, you call yourselves Pathan;
But can you truly claim as well the name of Mussalman?
Har Koi Mast-e-Mai-e-Zauq-e-Tan Asani Hai,
Tum Musalman Ho? Ye Andaaz-e-Musalmani Hai?
he love of ease, like fumes of wine makes sots of you today,
How dare you pass as Mussalmans? That is not Islam’s way?
Haidari Faqr Hai Ne Doulat-e-Usmani Hai
Tum Ko Aslaaf Se Kya Nisbat-e-Rohani Hai?
Nor Usman’s treasure‐chest you own, Nor Ali’s empty bowl,
With spirits of such great forbears, What kinship has your soul?
Woh Zamane Mein Mu’azzaz The Musalman Ho Kar
Aur Tum Khawar Huwe Taarik-e-Quran Ho Kar
The honoured of their times, they lived, For theirs was true iman,
You live disgraced, as having left the paths of Al‐Quran.
Tum Ho Apas Mein Ghazabnak, Woh Apas Mein Raheem
Tum Khatakaar-o-Khatabeen, Woh Khata Posh-o-Kareem
You roll the eye of mutual wrath, Their eye was ever kind;
You err, for errors look, while they were generously blind.
Khudkushi Shewa Tumhara, Woh Ghayoor-o-Khuddar
Tum Akhuwat Se Gurezan, Woh Akhuwat Pe Nisar
They fought for honour, self‐respect, Yours the self‐slayer’s knife,
You shun the ties of brotherhood, They cherished more than life.
Tum Ho Guftar Sarapa, Woh Sarapa Kirdar
Tum Taraste Ho Kali Ko, Woh Gulistan Bah Kinar
You can but weave the web of words, They did their deeds of might:
You pine after a bud: they basked In gardens flower‐bright.
Aaj Bhi Jo Baraheem (A.S.) Ka Imaan Paida
Aag Kar Sakti Hai Andaz-e-Gulistan Paida
But if the faith of Abraham there, once again, is born,
Where leaps this flame, flowers will bloom, and laugh its blaze to scorn.
Nakhl-e-Islam Namoona Hai Bru-Mandi Ka
Phal Hai Ye Saikron Saalon Ki Chaman Bandi Ka
A symbol of luxuriance, The Tree of Islam reigns,
Its fruits achieved with centuries of garden‐tending pains.
Tu Na Mit Jaye Ga Iran Ke Mit Jane Se
Nasha-e-Mai Ko Ta’aluq Nahin Pemane Se
And thou shalt suffer no surcease should Iran’s star decline,
‘Tis not the vessel which decides the potency of wine;
Hai Ayan Yorish-e-Tataar Ke Afsane Se
Pasban Mil Gaye Kaabe Ko Sanam Khane Se
‘Tis proved to all the world, from tales of Tartar conquerors,
The Kaʹba brave defenders found in temple‐worshippers.
Waqt-e-Fursat Hai Kahan, Kaam Abhi Baqi Hai
Noor-e-Touheed Ka Itmam Abhi Baqi Hai
This is no time for idle rest, Much yet remains undone;
The lamp of tawhid needs thy touch to make it shame the sun!
Quwwat-e-Ishq Se Har Past Ko Bala Kar De
Dehr Mein Ism-e-Muhammad (S.A.W.) Se Ujala Kar De
Raise thou, through Love, all humble to greatness and to fame;
Enlighten thou the groping world with dear Muhammad’s Name.
Ma Siwa Allah Ke Liye Aag Hai Takbeer Teri
Tu Musalman Ho To Taqdeer Hai Tadbeer Teri
All else but God is at thy feet, If sounds thy Takbeer great;
If thou a Muslim truly art, Thy effort is thy fate.
Ki Muhammed (S.A.W.) Se Wafa Tu Ne Tau Hum Tere Hain
Yeh Jahan Cheez Hai Kya, Loh-o-Qalam Tere Hain
To my Muhammad be but true, And thou hast conquered me;
The world is nought: thou shalt command My Pen of Destiny.
wake up and find yourself
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