عنوان ؛؛؛ فقط ‘ دنیائے احساس کبھی نہ مرنے دینا

Hello Rabbi.

Poetry: Fawzia Bashir Alvi.

Don’t forget that some of your brothers are still in exile.

They are homeless in severe weather.

No awning; no shelter; no walls or doors.

Trembling; trembling; shivering; the wrath of cold sighs.

The throb of conscience remained in the quilt of memory.

A pinch of feeling remained in a world of pain.

Bold looks; piercing phrases; here and there a wound; there a spear.

Where are the Ansar and Muhajirs of the brotherhood of the clear religion now?

The helpless moisture floating in the eyes, the wounds of the heart and liver.

Consolations are like crumbs, ineffective and fruitless.

At least that much is enough to provide a helping hand in a broken moment.

The skill of living life to the fullest.

The flood of tears is a tree of joy, laughter, self-control, and sacrifice.

A hug; a pat; a letter of comfort, may the helpless moments be often available.

The reliable patience and kindness of baking the soul on the embers of loss and eternity.

Don’t forget the pain and anger of a time of affliction; the oppression and the consequences.