Members' Own Poems Written in Pashto

[Roshina]

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Good job Qratughai

Thank you, Wini! Glad you liked it

[Roshina]

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Did I mention I loved yours and Mesbahs?

Dera, dera manana, Afridi! We'll post more as time passes, ka khairee

[*Mahzala*]

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Thanks Afridi. I actually had to go back and make sure I wasnt mistaken their were more contributors to this thread

BUT, guys, join in! =)

[PashtunZindabad]

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I know this is members only, but this a good Rahman baba poem.
Sow flowers so your surroundings become a garden
Don’t sow thorns; for they will prick your feet

If you shoot arrows at others,
Know that the same arrow will come back to hit you.

Don’t dig a well in another’s path,
In case you come to the well’s edge

You look at everyone with hungry eyes
But you will be first to become mere dirt.

Humans are all one body,
Whoever tortures another, wounds himself.

[Roshina]

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I know this is members only, but this a good Rahman baba poem.
Sow flowers so your surroundings become a garden
Don’t sow thorns; for they will prick your feet

If you shoot arrows at others,
Know that the same arrow will come back to hit you.

Don’t dig a well in another’s path,
In case you come to the well’s edge

You look at everyone with hungry eyes
But you will be first to become mere dirt.

Humans are all one body,
Whoever tortures another, wounds himself.

Very important lessons! Thank you for sharing, PashtunZindabad!

[Roshina]

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Remind Me Again

Remind me again, my friends,
What it means to be happy
For I've lost my buds of joy and bliss
I'm becoming numb to my pain
And I live to find solace in my own oppression
Among the oppressed,
Among the dead

Remind me again, my friends,
What it means to be blessed
For I've lost my everything and more
My people are being plucked from their land
My elders have been slaughtered
My children orphaned
My mothers widowed
And I live to collect the limbs of my people
Among the cursed,
Among the dead

Remind me again, my friends,
What it means to be a citizen
For I've lost my home
And I've been forsaken,
Ensnared in the shackles of injustice,
My land has been denied to me
And I live to console my people
Among the wronged,
Among the dead

Remind me again, my friends,
How it feels to laugh
For the demoralizing silence of my people's screams
Has muted me, deafened me,
I am being pushed into the abyss of nonexistence
And I live to hear a song from my people
Among the crazed,
Among the dead

Remind me again, my friends,
What it means to live
For I walk spiritless
In the ashes of each blast aimed at my people
I follow the shadow of death,
Yearning to survive,
And I live to swallow the rage of malice
Among the annihilated,
Among the dead

~ Qrratugai
~ Dec. 27th 2009

[Roshina]

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Qrrtug
unbelieveable, you are talented khor.
good job keep em coming I read it no lie 10x

lol... 10 times!! Wah! Thank you very much, Laghmanking wrora!

[shinwari]

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Remind Me Again

Remind me again, my friends,
What it means to be happy
For I’ve lost my buds of joy and bliss
I’m becoming numb to my pain
And I live to find solace in my own oppression
Among the oppressed,
Among the dead

Remind me again, my friends,
What it means to be blessed
For I’ve lost my everything and more
My people are being plucked from their land
My elders have been slaughtered
My children orphaned
My mothers widowed
And I live to collect the limbs of my people
Among the cursed,
Among the dead

Remind me again, my friends,
What it means to be a citizen
For I’ve lost my home
And I’ve been forsaken,
Ensnared in the shackles of injustice,
My land has been denied to me
And I live to console my people
Among the wronged,
Among the dead

Remind me again, my friends,
How it feels to laugh
For the demoralizing silence of my people’s screams
Has muted me, deafened me,
I am being pushed into the abyss of nonexistence
And I live to hear a song from my people
Among the crazed,
Among the dead

Remind me again, my friends,
What it means to live
For I walk spiritless
In the ashes of each blast aimed at my people
I follow the shadow of death,
Yearning to survive,
And I live to swallow the rage of malice
Among the annihilated,
Among the dead

~ Qrratugai
~ Dec. 27th 2009

Shabash khor.

[zarghoona]

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Qrattughai and Mesbah good job !!!

[Roshina]

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Thanks a ton, Shinwari, James, and Zarghoona Your appreciation means a lot!

[karachipashtun]

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^You forgot me, Me and my sister both liked it!

[Roshina]

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^You forgot me, Me and my sister both liked it!

Sorry about that, Karachwala! :D Many, many thanks to you, and tell your sister I said thank you as well. Is she on this forum too? If not, tell her to join!

[Roshina]

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^I also liked em Qrattu and yours too Mesbah.

We need more, I am hungary!

hahaha ... I have only a few! If I post all now and it's only me and Mesbah sharing ours, what'll we do when we run out? Heck, hopefully it'll push others to share theirs then!

Here's one. Sorry it had to be so long! I got a little too carried away while writing it (and it took several days for me to write it), and it was written at a time when my mom was in Swat and we'd had no contact with her for several weeks and we had no idea how or where she was and I was going crazy.

Dear Lord of the Oppressed

Dear Lord of the Oppressed:
Lend me Your All-Hearing Ears,
And hear my silenced cries
Lift from me these heavy burdens
Of constant, heaving sighs
Which I have been hauling
Since the dawn of my demise

Instill back into me the breath of existence
The privilege of which I have been denied
For a time untold
Raise me high so that I may pray to reach You
And permit me to wail to You the anguish
Of a people I uphold
Allow me to beseech You to have mercy on us
So that we may be redeemed
Of this bottomless well of miseries
Lend me just a moment of Your infinite Time today
As I weep to You the terrifying circumstances
Thrown upon a people who have been cunningly led astray

The realities of a destroyed future and a forbidden today
Have forced us to abandon our land and kiss our soil away
We’ve become foreigners in a country that claims us its own
In a distant soil where we’re drowning in oceans of dismay

We are told it’s a sin to shed tears of pity, it’s a sin to complain
But we’ve suffered beyond what the mind can think
And tolerated more than what our experiences can explain
There are unmentioned thoughts that must be suppressed
For they are far worse than small complaints can express
But we’ve lost our senses, our path to success
And we have turned into a sad, pitiful breed
We’ve seen chopped limbs and beheaded loved ones
And our wells flood with the tears we bleed

Dear Lord of the oppressed:
Lead us into gardens where serenity will reign
Where our infinite sorrows might start to wane
Send us back to the land that gave birth to us,
Now blown away by vicious storms of oppression,
Storms that were sent by the demons of tyranny
That left my people in chains of depression
Grant us permission
To embrace our soil’s fragrance once more
And, once more, taste the gentle gush of its breeze
So that we may be intoxicated in its motherly scent
And at last be cured of this gruesome disease
Pour upon us a much-needed rain of mercy and peace
And wipe away from my wretched people
These sweats of subjugation caused by centuries of unease

Dear Lord of the Oppressed:
Let stand strong our shattering mountains
That were once our major source of strength
Let flow the calm, crystal rivers of our mighty land
So that they may wash away our tears of pain
Tears that have been buried in specks of sands
Let, also, bloom the flowers of our fertile land
So that we may plant a future of stability,
One that has been long over-due,
And ignite for ourselves flames of security

Our prayers go unanswered, our screams go unheard,
But as our strong faith compels us to be patient and pray,
We ask You to kindly confer upon us, once again,
Our crowns of honor upon which we once used to sway

~ Qrratugai
~ Sunday, May 31, 2009

also available on my blog @ http://qrratugai.blogspot.com/2009/07/d ... essed.html

[Latif]

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*bookmarks her blog*

Very,very nice!

What made you write that poem, what was you going thru???

[Roshina]

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*bookmarks her blog*

Thanks, Latif, lol. Let's hope you won't change your mind later on in case my blog posts disappoint you, lol.

Very,very nice

What made you write that poem, what was you going thru???

Thank you for your appreciation, wrora!

Well, the last few years have been absolutely miserable for Pukhtuns, and since I'm from Swat, almost all of my relatives are still there -- and most were there during the Swat crisis. My grandmother passed away last year (may she rest in peace), and the constant news of our neighbors' and relatives' killings were starting to overwhelm my family enough for my mother to say she cannot take it anymore and MUST see her father immediately before, he, too (God forbid), passes away without seeing her. Some of my uncles were butchered by the Taliban, others imprisoned and humiliated by the Pakistani army, and, naturally, it created too much fear in my mother's heart and mind to let her be in peace being so far away from her family. My whole family was completely against her visiting, and all our relatives back home told her not to come because it's not safe and that the supposed "peace deal" is not going to be broken any day, and it'd be too difficult for her to adjust there during a war. But my mother didn't care, because all she wanted was to see her family at least one more time in case, God forbid, anything were to happen to anyone else there.

Then when she went, things were all right for about 2-3 weeks, though she'd describe to us the situation and the destroyed homes and buildings and the virtually flattened villages, and it'd break our hearts. It really affected her mentally, but she'd tell us, "It's okay, I don't mind it because all that matters is that I'm with my father, and he's all right."

And then, this time came, 5 weeks, during which we couldn't contact her at ALL. We had NO idea where she was, HOW she was, if she was with anyone at all. We later learned from an uncle of ours who'd gone to the mountains to call us that most of them had fled to Mardan and that my mother wasn't among them, and that, of course, made us think something had happened....

To make a long story short, we got in touch with her some weeks later, and she said she was fine. She'd tell us the most hurtful things ever, the most cruel things that the Taliban and the army were doing there, how no one was allowed leave the house even if it was to find food, how the soldiers were eating "fruits" when the locals didn't even have bread to eat, how everyone's houses had to have a Pakistani flag on it if its residents/owners wanted to be spared ...

And then there came this time when my mother told us a goodbye in tears and that "our house has been ordered to be bombed because it's accused of harboring Taliban.... and they had to leave for this tiny house nearby, a "kandar," really, to be spared. Later, though, we learned they were left alive and the house left un-bombed because of a negotiation that my uncles, who'd walked from Mardan to Swat, had had with the army, and the army then instead bombed the house right next to my grandparents'.

My mom came back 4 months later, and I don't think she's recovered yet.