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AIESEC, The Beginning

As long as I can remember I have always wanted to be part of things, movements,  ideas that are bigger then me, that are older then me, that will outlive me. The the kind of associations that go beyond individuals, beyond race, culture, creed or religion. Ideas which throw down the walls and boundaries we close ourselves into. Ideas which unite humanity as one. So it was of little surprise that when the opportunity presented itself of being part of AIESEC, I was on board. It had been a few months that I had been hearing some of my friends talk about this student association which was run by students and run for students. What a brilliant idea, I thought. But, being a student rappresentative and eldest son, I had other commitments, other responsibilities which  always came in the way. But it was about to change as life took a turn and last year in September I made up my mind about joining AIESEC. They were having a conference called Discovery Days in Milan, to introduce AIESEC to new students, so I decided to go. It won’t be accurate to say that I went in, not knowing whether or not I wanted to join AIESEC, since I had already made up my mind but Discovery Days had a different kind of importance for me then it might have had for other people. I needed to see it for myself,  I needed to see if these guys believed in what they were saying,  I needed to see the passion. For me it’s really important. Seeing someone’s passion for something had always inspired me. So I went, to be inspired. Passion is what I was looking for and passion is what I saw and then some. Organised,  organic, raw, full of energy, the AIESEC team, sharing beautiful experiences and life changing stories and I was hooked. I wanted more. Whatever they sold, I was buying. We humans have loved to be part of communities ever since the old times and this was one diverse community of people, united under AIESEC. I wanted to be part of AIESEC.

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Evil Forces

Hey you! Yes you with the shit face,
You are a piece of shit and a disgrace, 

On the face of earth,
But not since your birth,

The society made you, I know,
But you must have a brain though,

When I look at you I see an ignorant fool,
A racist insect worm, definition of a tool,

Your beliefs are outdated,
Your future is ill fated,

There is no place for you here,
So dont even try, dont you dare,

So when you speak, do you use your face or your ass?
You can take your ideas and shuff them up your ass,

Case the words that come from your mouth are crap,
Its not every day I diss someone in my rap,

But you are a special case, you pretend to be educated,
But did they give you a zero in common sense when you graduated,

But it might not be all your fault,
You lived forever in a dark vault,

Maybe if you got out of that hole,
And see the diversity in world, asshole!

Maybe you can learn a thing or two from educhange,
Just update your belief system, its time for a change,

World is like a cake, dont take just one piece,
Imagine, imagine all the people, living life in peace.

Just Enough

May i have enough to get by,
To smoke herb and get high,

 

To visit other dimensions and fly,
To rise up, rebel and defy,

 

These people in power who deny,
These people with suit and tie,

 

Who make us suffer and cry,
Now their end is nigh,

 

Time for them to suffer and die,
A freedom  you cannot buy,

 

No matter how hard you try,
They will never understand you and I,
I am anything but an ordinary guy,

 

I had dreams which were shattered and broken,
But I finally broke my silence and have spoken,

 

I listened to my mind and was free,
I appear to you here but I live in Bree,

 

Or some other fantacy land,
Dgenxali is my identity, my brand,

 

I am the singer, the guitarist, the drummer, the whole fucking band,
No matter how many times you throw me down, I always rise up and stand,

 

Dont be fooled by my greetings and smiles,
I have lived hundred lives and ran thousand miles,

 

I just want enough to take care,
Of my parents who have always been there,

 

And of my brother who studies hard,
Whose hard work will have a reward,

 

I just want enough to serve my country and make it proud,
To shine light on it and it’s talented crowd,

 

Punjab, the land of five rivers is my mother,
The Sindhi, Balochi, Pakhtoon is my brother,

 

I just want enough to make this world a happy place,
To make it a paradise for people of every race,

 

To fight and make extinct the racism,
The nationalism, the nazism, the fascism,

 

I just want enough to look in God’s face,
To praise him, to love him, to be in His grace,

 

I just want enough to get by,
To live in peace, and in peace die.

Ascension

When the future is fogged in mist and the bridge is burnt, who do you turn to for help, who will be your savior now? You wander about mindlessly and lost, abandoned by everyone. You doubt your decisions, your choices, everything that brought you here, here at the end of world. You see the your life flash in front of your eyes, the memories, ah the memories. You pretend to have no regret but its a fasad, a defence mecchanism, a lie. You regret alot. When you look into your past you dont see yourself, atleast not the person you are now, you see some other guy, someone who is in peace and happy, whose mind isnt always racing, asking, pondering, questioning, going against the norms, no, no, you see a guy who followed his customs, his traditions, his social obligations, his religion, an activist, who used to make speeches in halls about patriotism and in mosque about purpose of life. It all seems a distant memory now. You are not what you used to be, you changed. In the beginning it was just for fun, you would start rhyming words and making poems from them, silly lines which made little to no sense, but you liked playing with words. The words made you feel special. But the words started coming to you more often, the rhymes started to make sense, you started seeing the pattern in nature, you started thinking, you started pondering, you began your search for Truth. Poems started having deeper meaning, you started questioning everything, your society, your culture, your religion. Your mind began the singing, simpler things got complicated, your goals in life got mixed up, you got messed up. Life became one big poem, you became an observer, you started playing this game, you started playing with people. You liked it, it made you feel powerful, made you different, unique in some way and you liked the feeling. You kept diving deeper and deeper in this ocean of emotions and you liked it. You wrote about it, some for other people but mostly for yourself. You started worrying about your legacy, your place in the grand scheme of things, your value to the universe. You wanted to leave something behind for people when you are gone. You started thinking of death alot. It excited you. But you couldnt just trust nature for your death, it had to be you. It would be more poetic, you thought. You finished your novels, and you connected your short stories. Connecting them became an obsession. It all had to be connected you told yourself. It all came from your mind and your mind was the connection between them. And now the canvas is complete. your work here is done. It is time, you told yourself. It is time to ascend out of this physical body with all the regrets, the bad choices, and decisions and the good memories. You put the pill in your mouth and swallowed it with a sip of water and your first chapter came to an end……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Yeh Ishq

Phir dil may aya khayal tera, 

wo dil jo ab hua tera,  

 (Then again my heart thought of you,
the heart which now belongs to you)

yoon zindaghi muje phir uss moorh par layi,

ird gird sannata, andheri raat, ek gheri khai,  

 (So life brought me again to this place,
Surrounding silence, dark night, deep fall to face)

bas tu jo ho sath meray,

har simt khushian bakheray,  

 (Just when you are with me,
Spreading happiness everywhere)

kya socha tha aur kya ho gaya,

bas teri hi rahoon may kho gaya,

dil nay tuje chaha aur tera ho gaya,  

 (What did I thought and what happened instead,
Lost in your ways,
Fell in love with you and became yours)

tera khayal,

yeh tera kamal,

jo muj ko aya,

mujko bhaya,

mera dil tarpaya,

tuj par pyar jo aya,

dil nay tuje jana,

tuje mana,

meri jana,

yeh ashiyana,

mera khali dil,

tera muntazir,

teray liye meri jan,

meray saray arman,

bas tu hi mera dil meri jan,

ish may dooba,

tu meri mehbooba,

main tera ashiq,

yeh ishq ishq,

yeh ishq ishq,

yeh ishq ishq..

(Your thoughts,
your magic,
enchanted me
ensnared me,
my heart yearned,
my heart rejoiced,
I came to kow you,
I came to believe you,
oh my love,
this homely home,
my empty heart,
awaiting you,
for you my beloved,
my every wish,
just you are my life and my love,
drowned in your love,
you are my beloved,
I am your lover,
this true love,
this true love,
this true love..)

 

 

Parenting

How to raise children is a common question that parents ask themselves and reflect upon, they try to find an answer to what the duties are of a parent towards their child, and different parents have different parenting styles and methods. Depending upon what they think is best for their child, also depends on their background. Parenting is a difficult thing; you have to make difficult choices for how to raise good children? This is a difficult question, regardless of the race and color and culture. Every parent desires their children to be the best in society, and to make a name for themselves and their families. Pakistani parents in Pakistan want their children to succeed as much as Italian parents do in Italy, but its not easy. Parenting is not easy, it is not supposed to be easy, if it was easy then it would not carry that much reward, but if parenting was harder for Pakistanis in Pakistan, then it just becomes double the work for us Pakistanis here in Italy. It is difficult when you have a different background with respect to the place you live in, and that is the case with our parents who live in Europe, but we are Asians who live in Christian world. Yet, belong to Islamic culture who wants to blend in yet, not lose their color and who wants to mix in, but still maintain their identity. Who wants to teach their children the norms of modern western society, but also the amazing eastern values which are absent in west, who want to have the best of both worlds. How can we raise good children who love that “home” country as much as this one? Who are culturally educated , who carry eastern values and western modernity and confidence, who are proud of their nation and their religion but how? Well there is no magical formula to this problem. However, there are some sets of rules that if followed we can have the results that we desire for our children, but there is one reality that we just have to accept; that we cannot control what a person grows to become Quran says: “only Allah knows what is in the womb” here Allah is not talking whether its a male or a female in the womb, because science can not tell you if its a male or a female before birth Allah almighty is talking about what kind of a person this unborn child will grow up to become, whether he is bring honor to family or disgrace, whether he will become a good person or bad, whether he is from the ashabul maimana, people of the right hand or the ashabul mashama. people of the left hand. So, all parents can do is to do their job to the best of their ability, follow the set of rules and do their duty with loyalty and sincerity. Pray that their child raises the family name, but a reality we have to accept is that only Allah knows what a child becomes and we have no control over fate of this matter..every soul is responsible for their actions. Every soul will be held accountable for its deeds, disbelievers have been born many times in house of prophets surely, we cannot expect ourselves to be better parents than a prophet of Allah, but we have the oppertunity to give our child a chance to have a good life. We have a chance to teach our child, we have a chance to raise him or her in a good way, we can pray like hazrat Zackariah prayed, and hope for a yahya. We still have a chance, we can not control what destiny and fate have in store for us and our children, but what we can do is to at least try to give our children a chance. What we can do; do our duty to the best of our ability, what we can do is make valid effort. You may think that there is paradise under mothers feet, because she bore you in her belly for nine months and gave birth to you under pain and suffers for you, but the fact of the matter is there is heaven under her feet because she is the first teacher of a child. She has the first chance and ability to teach her child the best of everything, she is his first teacher, hence she has the most responsibility, she has the opportunity to save or ruin a new life.Her real work begins after the birth of the child and not before, as is thought by vast majority of people, and she has gotten this height and status not because she gave birth to great children, but because she raised up great children. In modern scientific society babies can be birthed by machines by combining the sperms and ovules, but that doest mean heaven is under the legs of the machine, giving birth is not the achievement, raising a child is the achievement of a woman and thats the thing which earns her such high place. Creation is not the biggest achievement, sustaining it is the real achievement and maintaining is the real achievement. Thats why our Allah is not only a creator but also the sustainer, the maintainer. A mother is the one who spends most time with a child in his or her early years, so she has the most influence on him, whether a good or bad influence, depends on the mother, but if she does her duty well and holds up to her high status and raises a good child, then she has done her duty well, and hence is rewarded. While if she fails to do her duty, then she will be held accountable for that, but women alone cannot do their job. They need support all those males who think that its only duty of the mother to raise a child. They cannot be more wrong, women can not raise a child alone, women and men both are together in this. Hazrat Adam could not alone raise children, he needed Eve and Allah knew that, Allah created women to be equal companions of men and after marriage they are together in everything, including parenting. A father has an important role in the life of a child, if a mother influences her child, so does the father. The relationship of a father and mother and their behavior to each other is very important in the raising of a child. A child learns from what he or she sees, a child tries to copy and becomes what he sees. So, we are the examples for our children, the question we need to ask is; what kind of example do we want to become for our children? Lead by example is the moto that we are to follow if we want our children to succeed and become good in society, then we have to set a good example. However, we can only set good example if we ourselves are good but, if we lie we cannot expect our child to not lie. If we smoke, we cannot expect our child to not smoke, and we cannot expect him to tell us that he smokes, because we have also taught him to lie too. So, the question one needs to ask is what kind of example we want to become for our children and thats a general question and the answer can vary from person to person. For example a Catholic Christian parent would want their children to be good Christians. Hence, they would themselves become good Christians before they can teach their child, they would themselves set the example of a good Christian, so that the child learns what he see. In the same way we have to ask ourselves what do we want our children to learn and follow and become? A good Pakistani? Good Muslim? A good person? An Italian? A Pakistani Italian? A Pakistani Italian Muslim? A good Pakistani Italian Muslim? We have to choose and decide and then we ourselves have to become what we want our children to be. Gandhi said: “be the change you want to see in the world” So, we have to be good people for our children to follow in our footsteps, we have to be good Muslims, we have to be good Pakistanis, we have to become what we want our children to be. You can not do yourself what you do not want your child to do. There is a reason why munafiqeen(hypocrites) are condemned in Quran, because they did not do what they preached. Do not be munafiqs(hypocrite), set an example for your children. What example? That is entirely your own choice.