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Courage…

A close friend of mine recently engaged with me on a discussion on courage and changing things by taking control of matters. I must admit that often in my life I have been paralyzed by indecision since apparently I think too much about things. Particularly where my decisions involve other individuals who may be impacted by those decisions. The thoughts on courage did however lead me to a reflection on the idea of courage as it relates to theology, spirituality and courage in the face of life itself. On those notions I present a poor ghazal that formed in my mind.

جو  کام   ہم   کرے   ہیں،   تیرے    لیے    کرے   ہیں

کبھی مر کے جی اٹھے ہیں، جی جی کے پھر مرے ہیں

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کیا ہے  بندے  کی  شان؟  جا  دیکھ  میری  جان

جو مصر میں بکے ہیں، یاں طور پے جلے ہیں

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نا   بھائی   آرائشِ   دین،   وہ    قصرِ    سلاطین

حق پے مر مٹے ہیں، باطل سے کب ڈرے ہیں؟

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کوئی  بڑی بات نا تھی  وہ  چار دن کی  فرقت

جدا ہو کے جو جیے ہیں، آخر میں تو ملے ہیں

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یہ  حالِ غضب  ہے یاں پشیمانی استاد؟

ہاتھ کانپتے ہیں، انکھ میں قطرے میں

My endeavors were all

Directed towards Her

I lived again after I had died

And gladly accepted death after being given life

 

So what is the glory of man?

Go, Take a look

He has been sold proudly in Egypt

He was burnt on Sinai

 

The trappings of faith

Never attracted those courageous people

They died for the truth

They Never feared falsehood

 

Death is but a short parting

For our spirits

Will be united

At the end of it all

 

So now, is it courageous rage

Or is this sorrow?

My hands tremble

My eyes well up

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