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Honestly, I had tears in my eyes after reading this wonderful article. It’s not just that the story is so emotional but what’s really touching and unfortunate enough is the fact that we – Kashmirirs – forget! We are so thank-less and 'na- shukraan'.
We have been so unfortunate since decades and the recent earthquake was just another example but we really never care! We mourn for a few days and then back to our worldly and shameful acts. We have always been like this – When will we change?
This verse of the Holy Quran should be more than a reminder for us,
{2:177} "It is not righteousness that ye turn your faces Towards east or West; but it is righteousness- to believe in Allah and the Last Day, and the Angels, and the Book, and the Messengers; to spend of your substance, out of love for Him, for your kin, for orphans, for the needy, for the wayfarer, for those who ask, and for the ransom of slaves; to be steadfast in prayer, and practice regular charity; to fulfill the contracts which ye have made; and to be firm and patient, in pain (or suffering) and adversity, and throughout all periods of panic. Such are the people of truth, the Allah -fearing".
Leave alone the extravagant shopping and its harm, both social and religious, what a shame it is to see some-one in such a misery and that too in the Holy month of Ramadhan. I believe that the above verse clearly explains to us – Kashmiris – and everybody else that just by spending hours in prayers and chanting those ‘loud’ verses in the Masjids wont be good unless and until we relive the suffering of those affected.
Allah is not testing them but is TESTING YOU! He wants to see how will you help and come forward. Also, if Allah wanted, it could have been you or me or anyone of us then why don’t we realize …………..???
 --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- Replying to: It’s was pathetic to see that helplessness, ****d-uz-Zafar narrates his encounter with a desperate needy girl
I was walking down the old streets of the city after an Idd shopping from Lal Chowk, suddenly someone grabbed me from behind. I turned to see the unknown creature. She was a frightful sharp blue eyed girl barely 15 years of age. She stared at me and sharply scanned my big polythene bags which were full of crackers, cakes, biscuits, chocolates and small kids wear. Her dirty hairs and rugged shilwar kurta and wrinkled black shawl smelled foul. Her face was gloomy and there were cracks on her dry black lips. Her lips quivered and I guessed that she is a professional beggar from outside. I was about to give a jerk and lose myself from her clutches she got upset, her body shivered and she poked her fingers and gripped my forearms with her utmost strength. Her lips quivered fast and got separated, teeth grounded and her sharp blue eyes bulged out and were looking deeply into my eyes. I got frightened and was fumed by the ruthless act of the brute.
To teach her a lesson I tried to release my hands and put my big polythene bags on the roadside. No sooner I dropped my polythene bags on the pavement she too released my forearms and assaulted on the bags. Without caring about the last days of the holy month of Ramadan she sat on the road and started to eat my cakes savagely. She ate less and spoiled more. I got exasperated and tried to stop her, but she strongly resisted my interferences and cried bitterly while eating the cakes. This made me think that she was an insane. With a feeling of fear, I acted at a distance and tried to free my belongings from her custody.
On seeing my behaviour she stopped and cleaned her lips and nose with the back of her right palm. “I am not a mad”, she gushed “I am from Uri.” Her voice died out, she sobbed and her body shivered. I understood the whole unseen reality and went close to her. I asked her name but she burst vehemently and big drops of tears trickled from her sharp eyes. “I had nothing to eat for a week and was very hungry”, she said slowly. On asking about her family she said, “I was in fields when the catastrophe hit. I went to see my family but I could not find my house there. There was a huge landslide and every thing was covered…. Everything perished but I believe my brothers, sisters, mother, father, Dada, Dadi will be fine…” She stopped suddenly and wept bitterly. I understood she was too weak to face the hard reality of her life and was consoling herself. Perhaps she was hoping against the hope.
I stood up and my eyes fixed on a nearby confectionary shop where people thronged like beasts to get their turn to buy cakes and other costly eatables. I asked myself will anyone believe that a catastrophe has hit us just a month before. My eyes shuttled from the crowded confectionary shop to the poor Uri survivor. She was busy in satisfying her hunger and no one bothered about her. Someone pushed me from behind with his big polythene bags and I went ahead but empty handed and astounded. |
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