Memories I – https://ilsarazzak.wordpress.com/2016/04/09/memories/ Memories are ephemeral – I just finished a reading for class tomorrow titled “Pakistan – Democracy After Islamisation”. It presented its own summary of Pakistan’s history, a timeline that was slightly amusing but interesting at certain places. Events kept unfurling, events … Continue reading Memories II – 27th December, 2007
I miss those days when I would sit in front of my screen, and words would string themselves together, and I would just write. Write my heart out about anything, and post it on my blog, and see the views gather really slowly. I would … Continue reading On Writing and Not Writing
No matter the wreckage, my mother’s always there, With warm milk and a dollop of sweet honey to soothe my bruised heart, And I get scared every day that she cures me – Will she leave me helpless with a mouthful of forevers? _______________________ The above four-line poem was my … Continue reading Ammi
Used to drive a wedge between two good friends –
Not the usual story
But now made a commonplace, bitter rivalry
Peaceful as they were, turned into chances for war.
Never did this happen
Now there was no peace – strange times.
Turned into a violent man, no longer your neighbor
Ahmed was now livid
Their bonds were now frayed and frail
Was in a chaos – above the din and distress
The colonisers rose victorious
They could sleep peacefully on white beds.
(Written for an online course organised by the University of Iowa.)
The following is a poem that my lovely-est friend, Bushra wrote for me on my birthday. I read it and re-read it when I feel low.
Happy Birthday to a friend, for whom I wish the world,
a friend who’s worthy of all things good in both worlds.
Happy Birthday to a friend who’s so dear,
a friend who’s always there, from far or near.
Happy Birthday to a friend who’s more than a friend,
a friend who’s like a sibling, a friend till the very end.
Happy Birthday to a friend I deeply treasure,
a friend whose company is always a pleasure.
Happy Birthday to a friend who’s close to perfection,
a friend who can make my day with her love and affection.
Happy Birthday to a friend who’s an inspiration,
a friend who gives me encouragement and motivation.
Happy Birthday to a friend who’s truer than true,
a friend who knows me through and through.
Happy Birthday to one leg of the tripod stand,
a friend who is my right, with Infer being the left, hand.
Happy Birthday to a friend who is the soul of my IBA life,
a friend who is pivotal in all her friends’ lives.
Happy Birthday to a friend who’s seen me at my best,
a friend who’s also seen me cry, scream, whine and the rest.
Happy Birthday to a friend who knows my every weakness,
a friend who chooses, instead, to emphasise my uniqueness.
Happy Birthday to a friend named Ilsa – a soul so pure –
a friend who’ll reach great heights – that’s for sure!
She inscribed letters on to the page, The curl of her a, the bend of her n, They brought reminders, Small, nostalgic ones. The curl of her a, the bend of her n, Formed phrases and sentences, Small, nostalgic ones, They filled the … Continue reading Pantoum – Writer’s Block
Memories are ephemeral – I write this hours before an Introduction to Psychology exam and I might be able to decorate this piece with some scientific terms that are pertinent to the temporary nature of memory. The reader is lucky I am choosing not to … Continue reading Memories