Superstitions ~ Messages In The Clouds ~ The Return ~ A Dialogue of Memoirs 2015

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IMG_20150614_165430_793 It appeared again,moving,slowly towards the left,across the cupboard door,rising slightly…I looked at the ceiling…it was dark…I looked at the window…it did not reflect any moonlight…there was no opening in the walls from where such a small circular piece of light could pass through…No it was not my imagination…it was real…silent…at a distance…created fear …I half rose on the bed,frozen,eyes glued to the small coin of light…then …it disappeared as it had come…no trace no sound…I was no longer afraid.The room was haunted. I knew. And so I knew so many other things.I am superstitious’ but how did I come to be that? ‘No nail cutting at night’ no cleaning or sweeping the rooms at sunset,the broom is evil,do not leave hair in the comb it may be used for magic against you…throw salt over the shoulder if you spilt some…

O come now,please…you may add…stay quiet at night…and then we may never share our thoughts or give guidance, so how come..such a rare topic so strongly open tonight?

well,it happened at least three times…

now what may that be,please…a cat came in loaded with fleas,the pet dog became ill and passed away in heavy rain,so sad so tragic but Death is a reality…

Oh you know all about the pets…no no it was the flour…while I was making the ‘roti’ I made it whenever there was a need for it or the kids wanted a ‘paratha’ a salty fried roti’ tasty with sauce or omelette or fried egg…a small bit would just fly off and land on the stove or fall down…this happened at least three times and I found myself saying…’O the flour flew’ ‘atta urra’…someone is coming…someone who has been away for years,or someone who has been a captive will be released and will come home…it is not just anyone…it is someone special…this is the belief when a small piece of ‘flour flies and falls off ……

I see and did anyone come?

well, it suddenly dawned on me and I called out loud..see’my friend has come back after 43 years…I had given up…but see…there she was with my photograph,on Twitter with a lovely message of good wishes.’Oh Mom,this can happen without the flour flying…’my daughter expressed her pure opinion- well the flour was telling me something’ …”superstition is like getting a message from nature or through an animal or an object as…spirits are definitely connected in some way and try to communicate…I’ like a dedicated knowledgeable teacher started stating the definition of ‘Superstition and its origins and History…my daughter smiled and walked to the kitchen…lets wait and see

‘is there anyone else you have in mind or heart that may be the one?

yes there is one person …but I will leave all this to Nature and Time…but let me share something that came recently from the Clouds’

The Clouds? there you go again…

No I love Nature and I seek Divinity I seek Master’s messages and I wait…

Oh I know so how do you think I am here…? lets see

IMG_20150614_165430_793 I drew an outline to highlight what my mind was perceiving…well?

hmnn this is your ‘love of knitting and yarn and the sheep’ and the parrot is the pet that kept you company at your daughters home…

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well again it is your perception…the fear of doing wrong and awareness of its result…’those who go astray, do not forgive,nor repent must be prepared to face the test’Life has a purpose which must be fulfilled’…a duty to perform…

‘awakened we are to the desires forbidden,asleep we are on the fires we should kindle’

This is the best time of the year to forgive repent and pray for one’s own forgiveness…with my quest in the clouds I am sad and disappointed…but I have my own view of the rainbow…the essence of purity,the grandeur of water,the pinnacle amalgamation of color, the classicism of creation,the spherical microcosm of divinity,the majestic manifestation of beauty …a miniature reflection of the vast boundless magnificence of the Universe…I don’t remember seeing many…now clouds attract me….but climatic conditions have changed extensively, as deforestation has its effects, lakes have dried up…is the Earth getting dry? can’t be…the seas and oceans are full and will be so…but it is all so worrying…where are people going?

to find rainbows I guess...a rainbow is a very rare happening it comes in rain and the sunlight…combining the two…if you have seen a real rainbow you are specially gifted..so keep looking…and praying and forgiving..help the needy..teach and above all ‘Keep Teaching Yourself’ and so to the clouds my wings will take me…

‘The Return’ is for those who wait who have learnt to be patient…who do not seek a reward for what they do but try to do good for …

‘Come to Prayer  Come to Success’…Come to Prayer….

Tweet from Canada ~ Vanishing Style of British Houses ~ Hot Freshness ~ A Dialogue of Memoirs ~ 2015

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‘Those were the days, my friend..I thought they’d never end….’they’d they’d…they would…they..Oh never mind, English, English …Good English…wrong English , no ‘incorrect….’finish finish…the most funning thing…the most funny…funny…funny…its not funny…its money money money….deliberately deliberate…’deliberate is when something is delivered by TCS’…Oh come on…I think it is like this…’TCS the pack by Leopard’…Uh Uh ….what am I thinking? So much keeps happening…it will happen…changes will occur , surprises will surprise, and miracles will manifest…

Oh, these are the days, my friend, so quickly do they end and the MIRACLE…the tweet from Canada is still fresh, the photograph from college days…a miracle…kept thinking..in fact for quite some time stopped ‘thinking’ and could only manage to say,’ohhhh hai Allah ji, ye kiya, hai ..kahan se ..kitni yadein jaag utheen’….and the mind heart and soul went flying back more than forty years..Twitter brought us together again …we were neighbours in Rawalpindi Cantt..our Fathers  serving in the Army,lived in identical British style large houses,with separate kitchens,large open lawns ,lots of trees,and imagine a driveway with two gates…played ate told stories shared books and much much more…sat on the low wall and talked for hours…I wonder what we talked about..

I will tell you for I know…you talked about fairies, food sweets toffees ice cream and movies…and ..songs…sang a bit too…

‘Oh you dear guardian, you know all, you are supposed to know…I should have known..but how could I have known..so how is it..over there? Oh I may not ask…am I doing good?

Hmmn a little, work hard, finish the Holy Book and act accordingly…lessen the time for ….

Oh it must be Scrabble..I have friends waiting for their turn trying to win..once they win they are happy’Everyone wants to win but no one wants to make that effort’ why is it..a certain lethargy seeping in and increasing day by day..?

No No just keep your heart clean,fill it with remembrance of the Great Master and all will be well.

Yes He is the All Powerful…and in this world some people say ‘They are’ and ‘They are the owners, the commanders, the rulers, the the……

well, let them, they will answer that themselves when the time comes…

Time Time yes Time changes and when I found my dear neighbour..in fact she found me…I thought of the great ‘change’ in the houses we lived…we had spacious areas to play ,run about hide and seek,jump and roll,swing and chase…it was such fun..but…the lawns have been shortened to give way for the road…there are more cars now…I loved the British style of construction..I still do..one thing I appreciate..the engineering expertise..and the language

that makes two…

well,yes…the kitchen was separate..a joy to walk up to and peep in..smell the cooking aroma,glimpse the wood burning and hear the crackling sound…once I saw the ‘roti’ swell up like a ball on the coal..hmmn yummy…now no wood sometimes no gas, so no home roti at all…it is ‘tandoori’ ..but its good and’well..someone else makes it…

ha that’s it..again someone else doing the job….

‘then the long open verandahs..purposeful…sun room space…playing area during rainy season…story telling session sittings, and turning the handle of the wooden ice cream bucket..the best exciting activity…Ice_cream_maker_Husqvarna the bucket was exactly like this one..we took turns..to turn the handle..mother would keep adding ice pieces and pour pinches of salt on them…I have never tasted such delicious ice cream…again…None like Mother’s Special Flavour Vanilla with fresh mangoes….Ah…those were the real days…..Now,milk? mixture of chemicals…wither fresh ice cream…

Dear you are responsible to get fresh stay fresh and pure in heart and soul body and mind and the rest will follow..fresh fruit fresh milk fresh vegetables fresh meat..everything clean and fresh…

Oh wishful thinking why have we lost all that’…

‘The desire’it is the foolish desire…to have more and more..they don’t know that ‘less is more’ the more you give the more you will have…

I think it is the heat…June is hot but ”someone said’ hell is hotter, so be grateful…

what a dialogue of ‘gratefulness’ every time it keeps coming back to…..my friend ‘came back’ I am so awed’ don’t know what to think…remembering so much..and wondering about The Master’s purpose …Ah I know now..Oh how true..we will return…we will return….I had given up but ‘she came’ with all the good thoughts wishes memories and above all what she related about my parents…she proved an angel here….I share the lines…

”Assalam Aliykum Anju
Today is mother’s day here in north America and I want to take advantage of this day to pay my respect to the memory of your beautiful mother.
My sister Kishwer Baji once said that your mother was like a ‘’kashmir Ki kali’ (Rosebud of Kashmir). At the time I was too young to understand but now I realize that baji was right. She was the most beautiful lady and when I read your articles about her suffering and pain, and her endurance and courage in facing the test of Faith by Allah I can visualize a high place for her in Heaven along with her two sons gone before her to make a welcoming team for their mother.”

here I wish to remain with the comforting thoughts heavenly sent…a gift from My Master Thank you…and now to pray..as prayer is better than sleep…prayer is better than sleep

 

April Poetry ~Peace ~ Weather Mystery ~ A Dialogue of Memoirs 2015

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CAM00084Cruelty ..cruel..cruel is the …I wonder why T S Eliot the famous symbolic religious poet felt and wrote that April the beautiful month of change creativity and colorful blossoms was cruel? ‘yes,snow surprised us and so did hail and so did rain and so did the volcanic eruptions and so did the Mt Everest avalanches and the devastating Earthquake…May Allah have mercy…Forgive us O Merciful Gracious One…This April poetry has kept me company…no cruelty anywhere but creativity and surprises…

‘Indeed hello there Great Poet,share the surprise first though my heart is light as well as heavy,I do have a heart you know that but with balanced feelings er…perceptions er…observations..O well you know how it is..

‘well other than the day becoming dark as night,hail striking like a rain of bullets.though these bullets are not so frightening,poetry writing and sharing I received a touching email, a miracle,all the way from Canada…

hmmn who could it be…from Canada another of the hundreds of fans..eh..?

No no not then but now…  a childhood neighbour friend who traced me through one of my poems which she came across while surfing the web,isn’t this amazing? and she sent me the most wonderful gift I have ever received…a photograph of our student days …

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I will call it ‘The Wonder of Poetry’

amazing indeed’and how many years ago is this..now don’t worry about revealing your age…

no not this time..we have met on line’er..after 42 years…42…and according to my dearest friend ‘it seems like just a few days ago’ we played for long hours,sat on the small low wall sharing our world of dreams and dolls,played hide n seek among strong trees that grew in our home compounds, our game was ‘lakkar choo’ touch the tree’then run run run..catch me if you can..it was fun…’hopscotch was another favourite and ‘how can I forget 7 Tiles’ Ah..sweet times sweet memories,peaceful times…wither peace today…

peace is to be created…peace will never come by itself, it can begin by a peace pipe but then again it is a remote tradition now…even I don’t come across it now with all my flying around..

Peace talks fail so often then wars begin then again peace is pulled apart ….

the weather…the weather..it is so dark and cold…I did not see any lights tonight…can you throw some light on this?

well. we used to have oil lamps and mystifying lanterns,they gave us light till late..now with all the ‘e’ things there is severe shortage and darkness prevails….there is evil and black magic…

magic and black..?

yes the forbidden one…’someone said..someone who knows more..’half the world is busy in casting evil spells and the other half is busy breaking them’ what is the world upto trying to achieve..? I I…There goes a flash in the distance I think the  thunder is stirring…I am still under the effects of the sudden hail storm that surprised us this morning..the green became as white as snow….

well, I am not surprised at the black for I know the evil and the evil one and I believe you know what to read for protection

well, I am trying to be as regular as possible…after my friends email I was so touched I cried for a while… April stands out as unforgettable for me..poetry’ you made my day…weather is no more a mystery..it is Nature trying to tell us something..remember The Flood?

It will come again..war will be fought..peace will prevail..and now the flashes are getting stronger..and I have to fly..so keep up your creative writing you might be in for another award this year…away…now may peace be with you and your friend

..award..this year?….well….wait and see….why not..surprises are coming…..but with….with peace they should…..I must not delay my reply…..

March Welkins ~ Mother’s Day ~ Mountain Life ~ A Dialogue of Memoirs 2015

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this word floats all over slips deep into the heart’s recesses lingers in the soul and spirit, tingles the brains storage with painfully loving images laughter parental warmth kids and grand kids love and yet the grief of ‘momentary ….transient loss’…yes it is transient because…it is a matter of time…all the world is a stage and…Oh Shakespeare, did you ever think of a remedy for ….’fl ..flu…aahchooo…Oh …this is the third tissue paper roll ….and the welkins are pouring..pouring….we seem to have more than usual rain here….

‘rain water is pure and it washes the impurities in the air, only the dust particles and similar ones not the social impurities…if only….well so goes my wishful thinking…and March comes as a harbinger of Spring…a new life…but wait..it takes away too…The Ides of March…Caesar more famous and so many personalities completed their stay in this temporal world…personal stories the world over…

This month honors so many Mothers, Mother’s Day but I thought it was Women’s Day..well, women or Mothers…both need to be respected and honored…I got these drawings all the way from UAE ..my daughter sent them through What’s app…then there is Messenger Skype…Viber…Ah the easy and quick means of communication…what wonders of technology…but I still miss the Postman and his bicycle and the bell and the khaki uniform and the bag….well, times have changed…I wonder if the Red Letter boxes have been removed…I will keep a lookout…next time I am on the road…it is so jam packed….

..my grandson made this beautiful card and wrote the lovely rhyming poem, Love you so much dear respect love and serve your Mom…she loves and cares for you..keep your little brother in love and care too’ ..My grandson is ten….he has not seen a real postman..but he must be knowing the TCS guy….the courier serviceman…someone said…’TCS the letter’..oh dear …

at this stage he knows that rhyming words make a real poem…I am happy he is learning well how to write and that too..poetry’ wow..he must write and he will God willing…poetry is rare….but no…I should say ‘Mushairas’ or Poetry Reading sessions..in our country…I strongly believe that ‘more poetry…less of militancy…or terrorism’ people have I guess forgotten the ‘truth’Pen is mightier that the sword’..but swords too have gone now…more deadly weapons…Oh Allah ji…what has man become…and why? where is his peaceful nature?

In the mountains? I wonder if in this rain…there is any chance…Oh the lightning flashed…so many days and nights now…but I heard a tap …when ever I wait…my friend comes for sure…the cold and rain continues…

well, indeed I visit those who wait for me as my Lord and Master always responds to those who pray and ask him for everything and with belief..so here I am..bit wet in the wings but I am used to this…so how have you been?

well, so good you came…the nights are getting shorter with each passing twenty four…and life in the mountains has been really good Alhamdolilah…we are trying to be grateful as much as we should be… but the flu got us all….and I was thinking of asking Shakespeare…

well, the Elizabethan Age had its own diseases and remedies…and hey whats this?

doctor an image of the Elizabethan Doctor…see how covered is he…he must be protecting himself from…fleas and germs….and frightening the patients as well….

yes protection is must as ‘prevention is better than cure’…so one should take care’…I saw rain water puddles, all the way the small path way between the houses looked like a small river…but on a closer look I realised it was a road as it had houses and shops on both sides and in some places cars were parked too…though I had no difficulty but people living there must be in slush during this time…

yes, in a nearby school I asked a question..’One thing that you would change in your area if you got the chance’ and the spontaneous answer was ‘roads’

so then the government is right in planning and building roads…but …perhaps not in this manner…the people are in so much trouble and distress….they should be in peace and comfort…well, how is the mountainside living feeling…

well, cool…and cold but very comfortable and expenses are less….

that is a blessing..

Indeed it is and Allah is most gracious most merciful…I always loved the mountains and the trip to the Northern Areas with father are unforgettable..the mountains of Gilgit Hunza Nagar and Chitral..amazing rugged majestic and stunning…the ‘pegs of the Earth’ the supporters of nature…the holders of treasures, the safe havens of Guides and Shepherds and the home of writers….

Oh the writer and may I ask what is new in poetry?

well, a couple of awards a poem for women and ..’man’

and what about me..write on me…

you are the inspiration the great muse the ‘everything a writer needs’…I feel at a loss for words…I need some special ones….I will find a place on a rock sit on it look at the stars in the evening turning into night..and on the sky I will see the words I believe will the honor for you…and I will keep looking waiting and forming the lines and perhaps create wings….and preserve the memories…and then…

extra ordinary..a novel..a memoir of the future..wonderfully sweet…I sense the early morning breaking waves so till next time….away..I go..be happy …keep writing…keep the pen flowing…..

Year Ends Dharna Ends ~ Raising Walls , Life Takes a Turn~ The Dialogue of Memoirs 2015

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IMG_2788And so before the year 2014 saw its last day the  people saw the ‘last of the dharna’ protest in the capital city…was it worthwhile or was the end purpose to seek a ‘hand’ Oh Dear what a thought’…the whole nation’ a new country..and all is quiet…the weather has calmed down…is the storm over? or is it the lull before the storm’ or do we wait for the ‘weather forecast? or another massacre? when will unity and discipline prevail or some sense from above may descend with forgiveness perhaps we may be waiting for that divine intervention….ah…life…so tender like a petal so thin like vapors….Oh and this ‘u’ is a problem…no sooner you type it in a word with an ‘o’ up comes the red line….spies are everywhere….in lines in words in machines…if they could they would enter the ‘brains and minds’…. so many questions…I feel tired..and for the third Winter running…the ‘flu is catching up with the cough following…’dust dusty….but we ourselves are dust, and we so abhor dust….what will become of us….Oh…aaachoooo…..

Salam..ah a dusty sneezy greeting…stay warm if possible ….what I heard flying in….well….indeed they would….and they already are…I know of the greatest One..the abandoned as he says…and vows ‘never to do aught good ever’….why the agony and the anguish ?

it is education…have I taught for no purpose…it is like a pinch of salt…when I see ignorance, when I see the garbage spread out heaped in almost every nook and corner when I see food being the priority, when I see entertainment being planned with fervour and festivity ….(there comes the red line in fervour) helpless I feel…cleanliness’ we have not learnt…and it is half of our faith…to be clean in body and spirit….

well, and so I have found difficulty in flying as I have met pockets of clean air but larger air spaces of smoke….and somehow the cities seem to have come up with small fortresses…I wonder…

oh those small fortresses..Oh that is the cause of my pain in heart and spirit…and so far out of the country…so many children were slaughtered…mercilessly..blood flowed in streams…what is the condition of the parents? Ah…painful heart…peace….and the authorities want the school walls raised…as if…as if…harsh and cruel death cannot enter….

something else needs to be built and changed..walls are being brought down in other places….

yes…

I see the change of place as I kept flying from the old one till I found the ‘light streaming from the window…do you know when you pray and remember the Master light streams out towards the sky and we know….

well I am grateful for everything…and consider myself lucky fortunate if my name will be in the list like Abou Bin Adhem…but he was a king..and I am but a speck of dust….

well it can be gold dust..er..hem…er…but I pray for you…you have a kind heart..

it is the Master’s blessing,,this place is called Bani Gala…some people think some gala is always going on….it is a valley..the hills are close…some houses are on the hills…weather is cool as it is closer to Murree Hills …an altitude of 9000ft above sea level…and another town Abbottabad..7000 ft above sea level…neither in the main city nor so far away..it is peaceful…this is a flat on rent…again a four flat plaza…the fours keep coming…four rooms including kitchen….and incidentally this is the 8th house ..in our change of houses…

does it matter? this numerology? it is only for the stars in numbers to guide and show the way not to read destiny…

this is the ignorance…counting..instead of praying…

walls are barriers we need to have more bridges to connect with care and concern…ccc…connect care concern…I remember…families living together and taking care of each other laughing talking…and now….it is technology that has taken all the attention….here the kids are together for a picture and see they are making victory signs…

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and this is what happens as electricity is short in our country….

pictures 073but life has taken a turn..we have changed our living area..may the Master forgive us all and may He send His blessings and mercy amen..I wish I get the chance to do more for Him…pray…may the kids be able to study..continue in schools with peace and joy amen..amen…my school days were so enjoyable full of learning…meaningful learning…bags were as light as…well not as feathers but not so as heavy as a donkeys load on both sides of his body…

hmmn…wither education…my memories haunt me…and the electricity is about to leave again…and I have lost a page as I forgot to click the ‘save’ button….and in the meantime lost the curry that I forgot on the burner…the gas increases without warning and…oh dear forgetfulness though art taking over me…?

do not forget the prayers and the good and remember me..tonight it is foggy…so ..away…in time….till more…..keep the light of prayer’ on…..

Stitched Story, Educated Teacher and The Allegory of the Cave ~ A Dialogue of Memoirs ~ 18 ~

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Talking about knitting one has seen the elders doing this hand work so well…the wool used is Beehive and now Red Heart and Kashmira and Kashmina and some from Turkey…but it was all from England..books from England, Wool from England Sweets from England, Milk from England…Oh dear so much from England and above all…The Orders’ from England for more than two hundred years…this land our land, was a colony and the people became slaves’ as many other people and natives of other lands, as in Africa became slaves…dominated…their freedom snatched away slowly and stealthily…Oh here in the peninsular of India …Muslims ruled…for many years, after the Lodhi Dynasty came the Mughals …The Great Mughals they were called…all came from the North…now Afghanistan, a country  in a state of war..Babar was the first King…he was called to rule…he was young…and…

‘Hello-Way Up North….I too come from the North..up high…and I try to finish my duties before landing here…but I wish to tell you that …this too is a duty…and I enjoy doing it…so how are you and are you happy?

Yes indeed I am and tonight I was trying to revise History…I love the subject but strange isn’t it that when I wanted to study for the masters degree in the subject I could not find books on the prescribed syllabus…

‘What books were they?

They were on’ Muslim Separatism’…’Mughal Administration ..and see administration was one important Paper…and even Islamic History…

‘What year was that? now let’s see…hmmnn…

‘The year was 1986…and I was a private student…studying at home ..it was difficult with three kids…but then we had our own home in fact a large house..we shall talk about that later or may be … another night….Insha Allah…

‘Well…?

‘The bookshops in the main market were full of books but not a single book on History…and the Bookshop owner said rather harshly… Baji I have lots of books but I don’t know what books you are asking for …never heard of them…and then on my third visit he said..’now you see Bibi..no one is studying History for a Masters Degree so therefore there are no books…MA in History is not taught in this city…you know I got the books from another city and those were photocopies and had very little time to prepare for the exam…but Allah was merciful He is Merciful…and I managed but again..it was continuous hardwork…
So now you are Masters in History..and you know how the Mughals ruled this land…hmn I wonder about the poets of the time and more so about faith…
Oh the role of the Sufis and Saints is great as they helped and worked to spread the True Faith in this area…many sacrificed so much in their lives to spread the word of Allah…
Hmn still education..I mean the literacy level is down and lower than many coun tries…hmn but the faithful are educated as they keep coming and going for Jehad…
Well tell me something interesting about the Mughals? They were so creative and innovative..
Well, it is the movie..ha ha
A movie ?
Oh yes ‘Mughal e azam’ the movie about Akbar Badshah and his son Prince Saleem …the prince fell in love with a maid..a beautiful attractive girl named ‘Anar kali’…The Flower of Pomegranate…all maids were called ‘Kaneez’ and the world came to know about it and the King did not like all this..so he ordered the capture of the maid…and the maid danced in the court…and she sang her song of love…and she was punished for this..and the king ordered her to be jailed in..with a brick wall surrounding her all around and that was terrible…the movie broke many records….
It sounds quite like a fairy tale..one girl locked in a tower…Freedom gone…and love lost…and respect gone….and romance in court was the worst part…the King highly disapproved and sent the prince on a war mission….
Is this a stitched story?

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No I think not for knitting was not so present in the Kings court but there was more of poetry.and there were three learned scribes sitting in the court writing the Kings History and Biography..the Mughal Kings had great skills…talent of music too…
What about Teaching? Was it done in the court…

For this let us see the History Book..now here is a para …The Arts and Literature

The arts flourished at the Mughal court, especially in the form of book illustrations. These small, highly detailed, and colorful paintings were called miniatures. They were brought to a peak of perfection in the Safavid Empire. Babur’s son, Humayun, brought two masters of this art to his court to teach it to the Mughals. Some of the most famous Mughal miniatures adorned the Akbarnamah (“Book of Akbar”), the story of the great emperor’s campaigns and deeds. Indian art drew from Western traditions as well.
Hindu literature also enjoyed a revival in Akbar’s time. The poet Tulsi Das, for example, was a contemporary of Akbar’s. He retold the epic love story of Rama and Sita from the fourth century B.C. Indian poem the Ramayana in Hindi. This retelling, the Ramcaritmanas, is now even more popular than the original.

So the Arts Masters were brought in but what about the Teachers were they trained for teaching other subjects?
Well this is so far way back..let us come back to our time of the 50s…Pakistan had a share of the lot then..with India also the newly carved state but Pakistan had more problems…and language for the common people was to be ‘Urdu’ which is a form combined with Hindi language is called ‘;Hindi..er..I mean it is half urdu and half Hindi where as Urdu is Urdu…but India chose English as the common language…so there are many who speak English fluently..I do not know about writing…hmmn Pakistanis? ..well the standard of English has gone down…deteriorated greatly over the years

But why , haven’t the Teachers been learning themselves or is it the books or the…

No I believe the Teachers mostly foreigners like the nuns left this country as it had a new government and the British had to go back to England…The Presentation schools and the St marys gradually changed teachers from foreign to lacal…and locally there is hardly any training programs…
Well, your goodself has been in training why don’t you do something…?
Well I am doing what best I can but I too have felt that ‘Training is not welcome’ a teacher is not doing what a teacher should’ and that is learning…a teacher learns twice’ you know that and I always begin with reading the first lesson was in a cave…remember when the angel Gabriael came to the cave where our Holy prophet Peace Be Upon Him…had been for days..he embraced him and asked him to ‘Listen and Repeat’
Repeat after me he said…three times…and the Prophet said…I don’t know how to read what should I read….but he learnt and a Cave became a classroom…we need more and more teachers and trained ones specially in languages..they must know how to teach…
Well, I see and hear …teachers taking help from guides, and from experienced older teachers..so the matter is moving but…you are not happy with the situation…?
No I am not..but I do have a plan I wonder when I will be able to implement that?
What is it ?
Well first I wish to take you to my school..I say Teachers were educated’
Are they not today?
No they knew their subject well, they came prepared and they were dedicated…we were afraid of them…now teachers are afraid of children..and I have come to know that teachers do not control..for the school then fears the parents..and the main fear is perhaps of the financial status…the child will go to another school and Lo…the school will suffer…
The state has plans to educate and it does conduct programs and training colleges doesn’t it?
Think of a nation…imagine I say…a large group of people a village of fifty families and a hundred children…and only one or two teachers and a broken dilapidated building for a school with no furniture…just mats…no drinking water…no black boards…no nothing…

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I  have a dream, I have a dream, I have a dream…that one day…a new nation….my friends nation… people…will have a new Pakistan…Let freedom ring from all places …let freedom ring from the dharna’
Let freedom ring……………………………………………..ring………………………………..the educated teacher bring…to this land ..a green land of hope and peace as the new day dawns and my duty is done for the night I have to keep company till my Angel Friend’s time

Oh about the Cave the allegory…the philosopher…oh I think I need to keep my own philosopher in mind and keep him alive Oh Dr Allama Iqbal ….Sir there are institutes in your name but where is your teaching philosophy…where are the ideals that you wrote in detail..where are the lessons of how to be a good awakened citizen….
‘ Look to the rising sun in the East Open your eyes …look at the sky the Earth to be a true muslim you need no weapons your faith is your sword …your knowledge is your strength your prayer is your protection…Momin has no fears…let education and the Pen be your source of energy and let truth be your guide…this is a world full of enemies…a temporal world…where your job is to learn and spread the Light of truth and faith….
Oh …prayer is better….than sleep….
I will sleep after my prayers….It will be a lovely morning…Insha Allah…..

~ Queen’s Statue…Knitting An Ancient Art , Yarn Bombing ~ A Dialogue of Memoirs ~ 17

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Rawalpindi-Memorabilia-Front-View-of-Queen-Victorias-Statue-on-a-Post-Card.-It-was-on-The-Mall-Road-Rawalpindi-Photos-Mementos-for-Pindi-LoversSee how grand on the pedestal high

                she stood,in stone..silent still no band

                Victorious Victorian,

                how long can one stand or rule the land?

                but She did, from far away

                In Freedom,her own,

                a Crown a Cape, a Gown 

In Gold yet cast down, as Ozymandias Pharoah  

                                                                              dethroned  from throne,all remain in the same stone….

Queen Victoria’s statue could be seen on a pedestal on the Main Mall Road of Rawalpindi Cantonment.I remember passing by it in our small olive green Fiat car to and from Saddar Bazaar…in the evening shadows I still have the stony figure’s shadow in remote recesses of childhood memory flashes…I did not know whose statue it was then…but someone important always could be seen like this, carved in stone, lifeless silent, cold and hard..frightening…it was just an object of sight seeing along with the grassy patches and flower beds on the roadsides…many years later..studying for my masters Degree in English I read about Queen Victoria..The Victorian Age, the authors and the poets and the grand relationship we had with the Majestic Queen…she was quite a personality….a great ruler…hmn..now gone…there are two artillery guns …where once she stood….years of rule…nights so cruel…freedom enchained…freedom gained..freedom still sought ..to regain…from another reign?….

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Another night another time …
I have to complete my knitting projects …I must …its winter again…has it taken me so much time? what have I been doing? I wonder …knitting comes out of knitting’… nothing comes out of no knitting..it stays there…any work untouched it will not finish …neglected? well not exactly…just a bit due to Summer and then the Fasts …and now some other duties and now novel writing…would you be able to gather so many words..thoughts …sentences…? and now back into the 1950s I go..remembering Mother her sister and sisters-in-law all would be knitting…by hand, no machines no sir…

yes I remember the magazine ‘Woman & Home’ this had beautiful knitting patterns… for me and my sister till we did not start knitting it was Nora and Tilly, the wonder paper cut out dolls in the magazine….
Paper dolls …and we would be so happy playing with paper…

and see who is knitting here…cary_grant_learns_to_knit_i Cary Grant…from acting to knitting…from knitting to writing…from needles to pen and from pen to paper…er..these days..it is a screen….Cary Grant..on screen…oh well, knitting cannot come on screen can it..I mean on the 35mm…maybe I will make a real movie of Knitting…A Knitter’s Story….

‘Hi I am here and I hear paper, screen, film,  play tonite…hmmn great idea talking about paper…the one thing that is going out of use …it is becoming a ‘paper less society…but not yet…
Can we really do away with paper? No but my thoughts were on knitting dear…the skill is an ancient one and I was reading about the very first knitted garments were ‘socks’ and those too out of..cotton’ how difficult would it be to knit out of cotton? Wool came much later and how wonderful to see that there was Arabic script knitted into form…to ward of evil….
Not strange at all as..evil was quite spread out and mysterious …
This is what I found out…’The oldest REAL knitting (formed on two sticks by pulling loops through loops) we’ve got is ‘Coptic socks’ from Egypt, dating to around the year 1000 CE. There are quite a few fragments, all of them done in shades of white and indigo, in stockinette. Many of them have Khufic (a decorative Arabic script) blessings knit into them, or symbols to ward off evil, or both. All look really cool. And may I point out for the fiber-snobs among us, that all of the really ancient knitted fragments we’ve got are knit out of cotton.
Yes indeed, cotton. Wool wasn’t used for knitting until way later.
How soon we fall into a knowledgeable conversation. I look forward to knowing so many new things I am not able to absorb fully, but you bring them out so smoothly that one does not feel any hinderance…I mean you make it so easy…how wonderful you must be in class…
‘Now there you start again…and many say that I talk too much…
‘Oh dear I hope you don’t get caught like the ‘parrot’ ha ha
Now not again…I do feel bad when I hear this…but it does not matter …for I know that whatever I say is the truth…and Allah has gifted me…it is His Blessing that I am a teacher and He wishes that I may speak the truth and ,er…well. loudly too…
‘Ok tell me about the knitting…
‘Oh I love to knit and I have written a couple of poems and a story about knitting..”
Oh I must hear this one…
‘Well, I was sitting one evening and trying to sort out the entangled left over wool …and I thought
‘This bag of wool must be sorted,either used or shall I give them away’ these thoughts troubled me every time I opened the cupboard and set eyes on the entangled various sized colorful clusters rolled up in different shapes
‘These are left overs’ this green reminds me of my friend the one I met in the examination hall. She was knitting and that attracted my attention ’Oh she loves knitting too’ the dark green is from the pullover I made for my son when he was six years old…and then came the grandchildren….so soon.. I realized how time passes…we knit and knit and one day children too are grownup…no more babies…then the babies too grow up why have I saved these colored balls for so many years? I kept thinking…and then my heart said,’ don’t you see? they teach you values’
values?
yes, the value of life…the colors the warmth, the love and the relationships
The memories of childhood are all woven into these fiber strands.
Each color has its own value like each child….and like these leftovers all preserved we have the good things the good memories the good deeds that will always bring color to the lives of the families.Each strand knitted into a garment brings joy love and tenderness.It strengthens the bonds of love and sharing and so much more…last of all there is the satisfaction of making something for a loved one, the joy of creativity and the blending of color and design…and so I love this basket…which tells me so many stories…and the blessings of the Lord …as I keep adding color to the basket.
Ah so wonderful…What joyful stories knitted into the basket…No wolf can take them away……………….
There was a boy in school, in class 7..he used to knit his own sweater..and that too of the school uniform..then all the girls would laugh…but now I realize he was doing good…and he must be quite warm too in that wool…
The first knitting project that we sisters started was also knitting our own school uniform sweater…it was fun..each one knitting one side and soon in a few days the sweater would be ready..the most difficult is the stitching part…but one learns
These days there are videos available and the internet has free tutorials and free patterns…
But no free wool….wool was the best Beehive I remember…the results would be like silk soft and smooth and the pattern! Just as the magazine said…and the tragedy now is that ‘Media is common but strange…half private half state controlled…it keeps showing till the rulers wish..then channels are blocked, sometimes for personal political reasons…and it is ..we can say…biased? Favorite…? Or sold …?
‘And the internet?
‘Well that too has its own priorities and causes and see youtube channel…is still blocked and I am one severely affected…
‘Hey how come..you are not a movie fan or have you become one…
‘No no actually I was learning…
Ah the perpetual student..what exactly was your subject and er…degree..you are a Master of Arts and ..a Master of History and a Master of Language and a….
Oh stop please…it is my hobby …I get excited at times and so enthusiastic I start off with a great ‘giant leap’ but I never land on the moon ‘….ha I guess the first stage is the best throttle affected after that…it burns out…
Ha I get it..its your knitting….
See there now…two jerseys half done..one leg warmer…one leg only….
The next ..next year…ha ha
No Imust finish before December 22…
Ha a Christmas present…who is it another Grandma I know…or the …er the writer…no I will not say…
Oh no its for anyone who is lucky …I mean the lucky one to be with me when I finish it…
‘Oh so I have a chance
‘Oh you need one? I will knit one specially for you ….I am a special knitter er..hand knitter…er..a family knitter…well youtube  has lovely stuff but its ‘blocked by the state’..the reason was genuine at first but the reason for not Unblocking is according to many people not fair or justified…it is an encroachment of human rights or civil rights …or just Not Right…
So they are not opening are they..well lets see can I bring you some videos?
No no please I believe soon they will have to when the Big Change takes place…it always happens that with the change at the top there are changes all around …and so I have great hopes Insha Allah, yes there was one other thing I was anxious about…the Internet does tell you strange things…this term Yarn Bombing’…its all around…and …oh I can see the anxiety and the humor…it does tickle doesn’t it and then frightens you as well…
Well, I shivered a little I mean my wings trembled and I could feel that even with all my swiftness …and flying experience…this word gives one the Great Fear if I may say of the final moment…it becomes dark and red all over and the crimson flood starts flowing and the blue vanishes into the darkest of darks’  and the gigantic cave begins to open and the vault fills in with the loudest of screams….
‘Oh please Sir,
Ok I was just reminding and doing my duty if you will also keep on the track…and you will be grateful always for The Lord He hath His own ways and He Loves those who Obey Him….oh about bombing …and yarn…
Well yes it is…The practice is believed to have originated in the U.S. with Texas knitters trying to find a creative way to use their leftover and unfinished knitting projects, but it has since spread worldwide. The start of this movement has been attributed to Magda Sayeg, 37, from Houston, who says she first got the idea in 2005 when she covered the door handle of her boutique with a custom-made cozy…
What is cozy…something to warm but on a door handle…I ..er…am not so familiar with doors for there are some special doorways in my line of life…er…
Well cozy or cozies… or tea warmer is a cover for a teapot traditionally made of cloth. It insulates a teapot, keeping the contents warm. Their use predates the invention of vacuum bottles as a means of keeping hot liquids hot. Tea cosies may have padded inserts that can be removed and washed.Some tea cozies are hand-knitted, resembling woolen hats…
Oh so you can also knit a tea cosy
Yes sure but isn’t it a grand idea….a tea cover on a door handle and then on and on to other things larger ones and there you go…with your yarn…yarn forward…yarn over ha yarn over anything that is the idea now I get it fully…yarn covering even a car and out in the open tree trunks and large benches…and
Even buildings …or dear there is no end to it but how exactly is it a bomb?
Bomb would be the excessive yarn that is used…and it is joined with the ‘Stitched story…now that was a movement also….The movement moved on from simple ‘cozies’ with the innovation of the ‘stitched story’. The concept has been attributed to Lauren O’Farrell](who creates her street art under the graffiti knitting name Deadly Knitshade), from London
You are a historian aren’t you..you must check up Knitting in your own faith Ok?
‘I will Insha Allah….
‘And now it’s the time tick…er..I the bomb tick…oh ..no ..Ok make me those wing warmers…wwhhhiiiiiiiiiinnnngggggg

Somewhere a cock crowed