Archive for June, 2010

A victim of love – Atiya

Atiya is a young married woman from tribal areas, living in Peshawar. Coming from the tribal background means some family norms need to be adopted. She did not want to adopt them, or she was too carried away, fantasizing love stories that she rebelled against her family.

She wanted to marry this man, her family did not approve of him, she felt there was no choice but to rebel and rebel she did – She married him against her family’s wishes. Life seemed different before she was married to him, for the love story seemed perfect. The odds against them meant the couple’s bond was worth it. She had to materialize the love story and live with the love of her life.

She broke off from her family, and moved in with him. He changed. He was not the same man after marrying her. One fine day, he left her – with no contacts to connect and no where to be found. She hoped he would return, but he had left for good. She had no money and the rented shelter was to be evacuated. Once again, she had to make a choice – to go back to parents or live on streets?

She knew how it was to live on streets, she had seen it. She preferred her distraught family. She went back thinking her blood would welcome her back, but that was not the case. The moment she entered her parents house, and told her family of the ordeal – that the man for whom she rebelled with them, and according to her father, disgraced them in the whole society had ditched her, her father died of shock.

The family was in disarray and disbelief, they had seen too much of pain lately. They refused to keep her and asked her to leave “her” house. She got on a train to Rawalpindi, not knowing where she would go and what will happen with her.

She heard me on a radio show 4 weeks ago, and she had saved my number, for even then, things started looking murky.

She had enough credit on her phone to call me. I was shocked and lost, did not know what to do. I was not in Islamabad, and my family had gone to Gujranwala as a relative died. She cried of death and how she would give herself under the train, for she saw no reason to live.

I had not dealt with such a matter previously, of course. I tried contacting women rights NGO’s/Groups to get her picked up from train-station and take her to a safe house, at least for the night. No one seemed to help. Big names of women rights activism hung up on me and the corporate world of human rights activism, once again exposed its shallowness to me (I have had some bad experiences previously too).

I contacted around 12 such NGO’s who were running facilities for shelter-less women, but some of them said it was too late, as they close at 5 PM and others simply said bye! I will not name them here, as I do not want to hurt the cause, that they seem to propagate, as whatever the case be, they are helping women in need & I am no one to hurt the greater good they are doing, but it was shameful! I had apprised them of the situation, that she has suicidal tendencies and she will not last long, as she does not have a place to go, and the more she is exposed to the cruel world, she will be inclined to take her life, but stupid reasons of ‘our facility closes at 5 PM’ (as if after 5 PM no woman can go shelter-less), ‘we are already helping women’, ‘we cannot take such cases without guardians approval’ (as if no woman can run from her house in rebellion) echoed from every corner.

She was already on the train, which was about to hit Rawalpindi station in 20-30 minutes. After getting no timely response from top notch women’s rights activists, I had no choice but to contact my friends in the political sphere and Benazir Bhutto Shaheed’s Crisis Cell told me to get her transported to their facility. The only place where they were ‘ready’ to provide shelter, to a woman who had lost a husband, a father, a family in very short span of time, and who had no place to live.

She is kept in special treatment unit there, because of her mental health and suicidal tendencies, with no contact with the outer world, not even on phone, and tomorrow we will try to get her shifted to a better facility.

My years of experience in activism have taught me a lesson, never to contact children’s rights group when a child is in imminent danger and never to contact a women rights facility when a woman is in danger.

I am thankful to Sana Saleem, Beena Sarwar, Maham Ali and Samar Minallah for their timely responses and their help, when I had lost it.

Her ordeal continues, I shall keep you updated. For the women reading this, try to understand there is no love purer that your parents, and to the men reading this, we need to make an example out of our breed who treat human beings like tissue papers. For the parents reading this, please do not let your child go away when he/she has no place to go. For the ‘corporate’ human rights activists/groups, you can only help when media boasts your image and the money, on which you live, gets multiplied when media is there to ‘cover’ your heroics.

– Syed Ali Abbas Zaidi

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Sorry for not writing often, have been busy with stuff. Will start blogging more often 🙂

You might have heard this, even if you have, try downloading again and listen to the Queen, Abida Parveen — leaving ghose-bumps on your skin.

Poetry is by : Hakim Nasir

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MP3 here.

App ghayroon ki baat kartain hain,
Hum nay aapnay bhe azmaain hain
Log kaatoon say bach ker chaltay hin,
Hum nay pholon say zakhm khaien hain

Kisi ka kia jo qadmon per jabeen-e-bandagi rakh di
Humaari cheez thi hum ne jahan jaani wahan rakh di
Jo dil maanga to woh bole key thero yaad kerne do
Zara si cheez thi hum ne khuda jaane kahan rakh di

Sang har shaks nay hatoon main utha rakha hay
Jab say tonay mujhay dewana bana rakha hay

Nighay-e-naaz say ye pochay gey ye kisi din
Tu nay kia kia na banya koi kia kia na bna
Sang har shaks nay hatoon main utha rakha hay
Jab say tonay mujhay dewana bana rakha hay

Us kay dil per bhi karri ishq main guzri hogi
Naam jis nay bhi mohabat ka saza rakha hay
Sang har shaks nay hatoon main utha rakha hay
Jab say tonay mujhay dewana bana rakha hay

Aaa piya moray nainan main, Mian palak dhanp thoy loon
Na mein dekhun aur ko, aur na dekhane dyun

Duniya bari baanwari pathar poojane jaaye
Gher ki chakki koi na pooje jis ka peesa khaye

Patharo aaj mere sar pe barastay kion ho?
Main nay tum ko bhi kabhi apna khuda rakha hai

Ab meray deed ki duniya bhi tamashaayi hay
Tu nay kia mujh ko mohabat main bana rakha hay
Jab say tonay mujhay dewana bana rakha hay

Nadi kinaare dhuaan uthey mein janoon kuch hoye
Jis kaaran mein jogan bani kahin woh hi na jalta hoye

Misaal-e-saada waraq tha magar kitaab mein tha
Woh din bhi they meintere ishq key nisaab mein tha

Tulsi aisi preet na ker jaisi lambi khujoor
Dhoop lage to chaonnahin bhook lage phal duur

Mar bhi jaon to dafna dena maikhane mein
Ta ke maikhane ki mitti rahe maikhane mein

Khudaya peene walon ki kahin basti juda hoti
Jahan hukman peeya kerte na peete to saza hoti

Pee ja aayam ki talkhi ko bhi hans key Nasir
Gham ko sehne meinbhi kudrat ne maza rakha hai

Jab se too ne mujhe Deewana bana rakha hai
Sang har shakhs ne haathonmeinutha rakha hai

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Come alone or bring your stone hearted friends ;  For once let’s show them how it will end.

Shying away from what your end will be is stupid. So, don’t be stupid — Come, for once, come visit my grave.

Stonehearted turn soft when they visit this compound, of dead men and women, lying breathless – waiting for their final journey towards beginning of another end. I am not warning you, I am requesting you – for many stonehearted came here and I could see tears in their eyes.

After seeing their final resting place, some cried like babies, some still could not let go of their masks and pretended to be ‘normal’ and fought with their eyes, who wanted to shed tears, but their image would be ruined — ah, the mask!

Here on my right lies a famous fashion designer, who designed expensive clothes for rich women, but now lies enslaved in simple sleeveless cloth. He did not wear cheap clothes, for it was a sign of poverty, but now this very simple white piece of cloth covers his body.

And on my left, a businessman, whose pharmaceutical company made millions selling drugs to sick but none of his drugs could save him. He used to brag about his riches, and was never satisfied with his house, so he kept building new castles to accommodate himself but he now lies here beside me, buried under ‘cheap’ stone.

In front of me, a spoiled brat from the elite, who had nothing to do in life, so he kept racing and it eventually took his life. His daddy bought him new cars whenever he requested – Oh those fine pieces of metal, the Mercedes, the Buggatis, the Jaguars. But the poor fellow rode a wooden box as his last car – when he was buried here few years ago.

Some here, in my new neighborhood, did not learn to serve, did not learn to give even when God gave them the worldly blessings. But now their time has passed and they cannot move an insect from their noses. Oh here lies those whose only purpose of living was to tan their faces, and be social in the ‘hip-crowd’ but now they have died and disappeared from their social circles, without making any difference.

Some here were big bosses, who used to roam with their heads high in their black suits and carrying branded leather briefcases. They used to hire and fire people daily but see if you can spot them? Who is who? And whose is what?

I came to know the one lying behind me did not like to eat cheap food, now there is no café to visit nor no food to eat.

Time clicked, tick a tock and that was it. All that we thought we possessed was left behind and here, only moments of truth live.

More about the moments of truth later…

Dead Man Talking Part I

Syed Ali Abbas Zaidi | Plastic Teaz: An Insight

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 Abrar bhai singing live. Heartfelt!

View the link for video: http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10150211874775451&ref=mf

Sar Utha Kay Shehar Main
Chalnay Ka Mausam Aa Gaya

Aao Kay Mausam Badal
Denay Ka Mausam Aa Gaya

Aao Zara

Aao Zara

Dho Raha Tha Kal Jisay
Apnay Phatay Kurtay Kay Saath

Dho Raha Tha Kal Jisay
Apnay Phatay Kurtay Kay Saath

Aaj Woh Bacha Ussi Gaadi
Kay Neechay Aa Gaya

Socho Zara

Aao Zara

Aao Jhaadu Cheen Layn
In Nannay Haathon Say Kay Ab

Haath Main Inkay Qalam
Denay Ka Mausam Aa Gaya

Kab Talak Kaagaz Chunain
Koochon Kay Ganday Dhair Say

Komplon Kay Phoolnay
Phalnay Ka Mausam Aa Gaya

Aao Zara

Socho Zara

Gair Muslim Ho Kay Muslim
Sab Ka Apna Ghar Hai Yeh

Sab Nay Jeena Bhi Hai
Marna Bhi Hai Is Aaghosh Main

Woh Jo Nafrat Daaltay Hain
In Dilon Main Jaan Layn

Woh Jo Nafrat Daaltay Hain
In Dilon Main Jaan Layn

Un Saron Ki Fasl Jhuk
Jaanay Ka Mausam Aa Gaya

Aao Zara

Aao Zara

Maa’n Hai
Beti Hai
Bahu Hai
Behan Hai
Beewi Hai Yeh

Aaj Yeh Khush Rang Rishtay
Kyun Paresha’n Ho Gaye

Jiss Say In Rishto’n Main Qayem
Ho Mohabbat Ki Fiza

Jiss Say In Rishto’n Main Qayem
Ho Mohabbat Ki Fiza

Aaj Say Woh Pyar
Barsanay Ka Mausam Aa Gaya

Aao Zara

Aao Zara

Kya Humara Farz Hai
Khaali Tamasha Dekhna
Kya Humain Har Waqt Karna
Hai Gila Sarkar Say

Aao Milkar Baant Layn
Jurm-e-Zareefi Ki Saza

Aao Milkar Baant Layn
Jurm-e-Zareefi Ki Saza

Aur Layn Badlay Main Hum
Laakhon Karodon Ki DUa

Aao Zara

Socho Zara

Sar Utha Kay Shehar Main
Chalnay Ka Mausam Aa Gaya

Aao Kay Mausam Badal
Denay Ka Mausam Aa Gaya

Aao Zara

Aao Zara

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Immortal Technique – The 4th Branch

The new age is upon us
And yet the past refuses to rest in its shallow grave
For those who hide behind the false image of the son of man
shall stand before God!!! It has begun
The beginning of the end
Yeah… yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
The voice of racism preaching the gospel is devilish
A fake church called the prophet Muhammad a terrorist
Forgetting God is not a religion, but a spiritual bond
And Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the Qu’ran
They bombed innocent people, tryin’ to murder Saddam
When you gave him those chemical weapons to go to war with Iran
This is the information that they hold back from Peter Jennings
Cause Condoleeza Rice is just a new age Sally Hemmings
I break it down with critical language and spiritual anguish
The Judas I hang with, the guilt of betraying Christ
You murdered and stole his religion, and painting him white
Translated in psychologically tainted philosophy
Conservative political right wing, ideology
Glued together sloppily, the blasphemy of a nation
Got my back to the wall, cause I’m facin’ assassination
Guantanamo Bay, federal incarceration
How could this be, the land of the free, home of the brave?
Indigenous holocaust, and the home of the slaves
Corporate America, dancin’ offbeat to the rhythm
You really think this country, never sponsored terrorism?
Human rights violations, we continue the saga
El Savador and the contras in Nicaragua
And on top of that, you still wanna take me to prison
Just cause I won’t trade humanity for patriotism

It’s like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain
Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change
They wanna rearrange the whole point of view of the ghetto
The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle
A bandana full of glittering, generality
Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what’s reality?
Read about the history of the place that we live in
And stop letting corporate news tell lies to your children

[Verse 2]
Flow like the blood of Abraham through the Jews and the Arabs
Broken apart like a woman’s heart, abused in a marriage
The brink of holy war, bottled up, like a miscarriage
Embedded correspondents don’t tell the source of the tension
And they refuse to even mention, European intervention
Or the massacres in Jenin, the innocent screams
U.S. manufactured missles, and M-16’s
Weapon contracts and corrupted American dreams
Media censorship, blocking out the video screens
A continent of oil kingdoms, bought for a bargain
Democracy is just a word, when the people are starvin’
The average citizen, made to be, blind to the reason
A desert full of genocide, where the bodies are freezin’
And the world doesn’t believe that you fightin’ for freedom
Cause you fucked the Middle East, and gave birth to a demon
It’s open season with the CIA, bugging my crib
Trapped in a ghetto region like a Palestinian kid
Where nobody gives a fuck whether you die or you live
I’m tryin’ to give the truth, and I know the price is my life
But when I’m gone they’ll sing a song about Immortal Technique
Who beheaded the President, and the princes and sheiks
You don’t give a fuck about us, I can see through your facade
Like a fallen angel standing in the presence of God
Bitch niggaz scared of the truth, when it looks at you hard

It’s like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain
Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change
They wanna rearrange the whole point of view in the ghetto
The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle
A bandana full of glittering, generality
Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what’s reality?
Martial law is coming soon to the hood, to kill you
While you hanging your flag out your project window

The fourth branch of the government AKA the media
Seems to now have a retirement plan for ex-military officials
As if their opinion was at all unbiased
A machine shouldn’t speak for men
So shut the fuck up you mindless drone!
And you know it’s serious
When these same media outfits are spending millions of dollars on a PR campaign
To try to convince you they’re fair and balanced
When they’re some of the most ignorant, and racist people
Giving that type of mentality a safe haven
We act like we share in the spoils of war that they do
We die in wars, we don’t get the contracts to make money off ’em afterwards!
We don’t get weapons contracts, nigga!
We don’t get cheap labor for our companies, nigga!
We are cheap labor, nigga!
Turn off the news and read, nigga!
Read… read… read…

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Of Gazans, Kashmiris & Human Rights

Yes, International community condemns Israel for the brutal attack on Gaza-bound aide convoy Flotilla. Our very own Talat Hussein, a much respected and known to a have neutral-view point-journalist was on board and all of Pakistan came out on streets to support the brave effort. Israel’s act of aggression needed condemnation and it finds itself cornered in the world, for except USA and India – every country and its foreign office issued strong statements against Israel. Gaza is burning and Gazans don’t have access to basic facilities of life — they needed this attention.

Attention, a word often weighed in relative terms as priorities vary with perceptions. Talking about Gaza is necessary and is a must to unveil Israel’s true face but talking about Gaza alone does not suffice. Talking about injustice, disputed territories, declining conditions of human rights, rapes, illegal tortures and disappearances in one part of the world and ignoring the other might mean we have biased way of looking at things – of looking at human beings and humanity, irrespective of color, creed and faith.

I write to draw YOUR ‘attention’ towards Kashmir for a second, you can press the X button and close the window, as what I am writing here is not making headlines in world media. Human rights activists, who cry for Gaza, all of a sudden become quiet when it comes to protesting for Kashmir – Relief workers cannot access Kashmir and the idea of Freedom Kashmir-tilla, an aide convoy to Kashmir does not attract them as much as Gaza does

From 1990 to 1999 some organizations report that Indian Armed Forces have been responsible for the deaths 4,501 of Kashmiri civilians. Also from 1990 to 1999, there are records of 4,242 women between the ages of 7-70 that have been raped.

A 2005 study conducted by Médecins Sans Frontières found that Kashmiri women are among the worst sufferers of sexual violence in the world, with 11.6% of respondents reporting that they had been victims of sexual abuse. Some surveys have found that in the Kashmir region itself (where the bulk of separatist and Indian military activity is concentrated), popular perception holds that the Indian Armed Forces are more to blame for human rights violations than the separatist groups. According to the MORI survey of 2002, in Kashmir only 2% of respondents believed that the militant groups were guilty of widespread human rights abuses, while 64% believed that Indian troops were guilty of the same. This trend was reversed however in other parts of the state. Off late Amnesty International has called on India to “unequivocally condemn enforced disappearances” and to ensure that impartial investigation is conducted on reality of mass graves in its controlled Kashmir region. As the Indian state police confirms as many as 331 deaths while in custody and 111 enforced disappearances since 1989

A 1996 Human Rights Watch report accuses the Indian military and Indian-government backed paramilitaries of “committ[ing] serious and widespread human rights violations in Kashmir. Moreover, Amnesty International and the Human Rights Watch (HRW) have condemned human rights abuses in Kashmir by Indians such as “extra-judicial executions”, “disappearances”, and torture.

And Gaza’s statistics reiterate the following figures with slight variation.


Apart from Kashmir, areas of Parachinar, Waziristan, Swat and Baluchistan have been witnessing greater number of deaths than in Gaza. Aide workers have been found butchered trying to access Parachinar many a times without enticing the same reaction over the years.

I do not write to undermine Gaza, please understand that. I write to compare Gaza with many other Gaza’s that have witnessed far more atrocities, and have not still been able to win an international citizens heart. Maybe, we Pakistanis need to focus more on our home before trying to solve world’s problems and maybe the ‘corporate’ human rights activists need to address declining human rights conditions everywhere in the world alongside Gaza.

Interestingly, in a ‘Letter to American People’ written by Osama bin Laden in 2002 he stated that one of the reasons he was fighting America is because of her support to India on the Kashmir issue – but the most-wanted man on this earth too had a different approach when it came to dealing with Kashmir issue, because we haven’t heard him calling out to wage Jihad on ‘Muslims’ being oppressed in Kashmir for a long time now, ever since our Intelligentsia changed its position on Kashmir during Musharrafs regime.

You see – humanitarians, aide workers, peace activists and militant organizations all go with the wind!

Syed Ali Abbas Zaidi

P.SL Y’all remember MCC? Music Channel Charts? The pioneers of Pop-Music in Pakistan in early 90’s? You must remember this song about Kashmir issue then: JAAAAGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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