Posted by Osman on February 10, 2008
Benazir Bhutto used to lecture the world press about being the first Muslim Woman to be elected into office. In a conservative Muslim society like Pakistan, that is a big statement of Democracy. Bangladesh out did her feet by electing two female Prime Ministers consecutively; again in a Muslim country, where women are alleged to be suppressed & disenfranchised by the western media & intellectuals alike. India did it with Indira Gandhi, the Brits’ with Thatcher, Canada elected Kim Campbell even Israel did it with Meir.
France the epitome & propagator of democracy trashed Segolane Royale, the only female candidate in the Presidential last year to elect a scoundrel, attention craver like Sarkozy. Now it is America’s turn to dump Hillary Clinton from her high horse of even hinting at the idea of trying to rule over ‘democracy & equality’ preaching men. Will America vote for a woman to be elected into the highest office in the WORLD? - (as claimed by the US media). I think she’ll barely get the ticket to run for the Presidential. The role of vice-president suits her like a cashmere coat, though. A dynamite character like Obama could hardly stomach the role of playing second fiddle to her.
America just like her sister, in liberty, France is still shying away from the taboo of electing a woman to the highest office. Why we wonder. The Muslims & Jews let their mothers & daughters run, despite the taboo in their scriptures. Is it that westerners are more appreciative of Women being their playthings & hardly capable of performing in such a pivotal role? There have been previous attempt of the fairer sex trying to run for President of the United States of America; all unceremoniously fell flat on their faces. I anticipate nothing less for Mrs. Clinton even with the Lewinsky lover in her pocket.
There are tremendous amounts of Hillary bashing going across the media spectrum of the US of A. The traditional foes of her party – the Republican are salivating at the prospect of her running against them to catch an easy bus to the White House, cashing in at the women hater’s club. Its looking ominous for ‘Liberty’ to be even passed the torch at the polls let alone holding it up for all to see. Their founding father’s never hatched the thought of a black man running for President but they were darn sure that a woman was highly unlikely to succeed at reaching that summit. A truly sad day for Liberty, if that is to be the case.
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Posted by Osman on February 2, 2008
by Jamshyd Osman
From a tiny clot she coagulates
Butterflies her conception generates
Instant thoughts of tiny feet & legs forming
Not a sign not even a warning
As an abstract thought she exists
Keeps us warm in these nights of drizzles & mists
With hope & glee we pen our lists
Praying that nine months pass devoid of any twists
Spawned in the heavens
Spawned off love
A gift of life from above
From decaying hearts sprigs buds of hope
Rejuvenating those who dwell without scope
We knit for her aspirations
Envision her treating patients
Making me tea, looking after me
Being my eyes when I can’t see
We supplicate for a righteous slave
Bowed head, in adversity brave
An advocate of the Truth
A sharp tongue against the brute
She will stand like an Oak among the palms
Just her eyes would flock lads in swarms
Even beasts submit to her charms
Anxious to cradle her in its arms
Her destiny by now prescribed
From her first words to being a bride
A miracle transformation inside
From her Maker’s workshop to our side
In her mother’s womb dwells my pride
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Posted by Osman on November 26, 2007
Adhaar amaai daakeh
Dupurer megh heen akasheho
Aloh’r abhabeh Bosheh roi koneh
Adhaar’er khoojheh
Aloh amai kaadaay
Ami jenoh maa’er koleh
Taap theke asroyeh
Kuch kucheh kaaloh adhaar chipreh dhooreh
Klaantoh noyon mucheh
Roi jegeh
Shaantee’r loobheh.
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Posted by Osman on November 26, 2007
Jamshyd Osman
We live…
In a near failed state
Failed due to the mischief of men
Who try & write their own destiny
Manufacturing poverty
In a failed family
Hissing with hostility
Between blood not strange
Bordering on brutality
As a disaster as an individual
Living life unaccountable
Disturbed psyche
Unpromising yet bursting with possibility
In a failed marriage
Owing to our lack of courage
To take on responsibilities
Retreating like a bear burdened
Having found no nourishment
As nature calls him for hibernation
We live
To shy away
To comfort’s cave
The chosen sanctuary
Warm with security
Peace & humility
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Posted by Osman on November 26, 2007
Action speaks much louder than words. Much louder! So why are we so inactive in chasing the dream of being a better person, a better human being? Better guardian of our fellow man, animals or the earth. We sit in front of our TV screens and see death & destruction upon the aforementioned, without lifting a finger tip to assist our brothers & sisters. One or two from amongst us do, lift a finger listening to their voices within. We criticize them too.
Silly of me to bring this up at a time like this when floods, hurricanes & political upheaval are upon us as a nation & that the “war on Islam” & victimizing innocent men, women & children are afoot worldwide, from the scrutiny of a citizen of The Nation of Islam. Still, we sit still, waiting for things to pass & be forgotten. Not a word uttered in the defense of one’s neighbour that we so fondly, (falsely) call our brother. Some of us claim that it is ‘their’ fight, trial or misery & that inactivity on the part of the onlooker is the standard action to be taken after the news or movie segment or the latest catastrophe hits. Where has this inactivity led us humans to? To inhumanness, if I may. All the lessons of our forefathers were mere folk tales of our childhood nostalgia. If it hasn’t hit you yet, it might hit your child’s conscience & one fine day he’ll question your conscience. A shrug of your shoulders or a phrase of falsehood might lead him to unaccountable ways, one day.
Words… words are nothing unlike the lies of politicians that have robbed us blind for generations. So why are we fond of speaking big words in public gatherings deafeningly. An empty drum beats loudly & the onlookers treat them like demigods. Why do these members of parliaments sit on their large behinds on towel adorned seats in the secretariats or at parliament rather than being with the people of his constituency? Listening to their grievances & solving them as is their job description. The elected officials forget their people as soon as they get elected, only to return back to beg for their votes with their propaganda blaring from rented speakers, just before the next election. Parents like politicians seem to have lost their morals also. They speak of principles & love laced words of standing by their children at times of strife & trial. Their words are proven false at their first crime & their inactivity emanates smoke signals of their claims of unconditional love being nothing but falsehood.
Words… they cut like a knife. That must be the reason for another dictator to suppress voices & oppress his own people to keep his grip on power. Oppression has never perished the Truth. It has only made the masses conscious of it being suppressed. Some of us are blinded by the propaganda of falsehood, straining our voices to defend untruths, because it suits us & our lifestyles. My generation lives today in a world of falsehood, broken promises & conflict within the family, community or with other fellow humans of other races, religions, creeds or nations for reasons better understood by barbarians. Our previous generation takes responsibility for giving us birth & claim to have given us independence from the oppressors. We hold them responsible for the mess we see our world to be in, due to their insensitive ways with the environment, people, poverty, politics, law & order & most of all for keeping quite while their so called brothers raped our nation, tattered to shreds our culture & stained our beautiful religion, trashed our environment, among a list of things, just for personal gain.
Oppressors are not solely blamed for the state of affairs today; those who stood silent & endured the oppression are equally responsible according to Holy Scriptures. Forget the collaborators of the enemy. What about the millions that stood silent during the carnage before the independence of the then East Pakistan and after? There was complete anarchy after independence. Banks were looted; innocents were raped & killed by the thousands, property was forcefully occupied, the weak were governed by the strong. A faulty foundation can never hold a sound building. It might collapse like house on cards at the hint of a moderate earthquake. Well the quake has hit & society as we know it is collapsing as we speak. Our beloved nation is wandering aimlessly for direction & leadership & so is our battered & tarnished Nation of Islam. An abstract war has been declared long ago. We just can’t wake up to smell the coffee. Then it just might not be coffee brewing in the first place. The truth isn’t just out there; it exists in your hearts & minds. One just has to look a little deep for it in this world of endless falsehood. I urge you to start acting now. Take action if you see injustice, first with your hands, if unable to, then speak against it, if one is unable to do either then possess hate for it in your hearts. Don’t just sit there!
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Posted by Osman on October 22, 2007
by Jamshyd Osman
The house is empty
Heart’s gone cold
The mantel’s gone dusty
Littered with spider webs & mold
An unusual feeling
Unwanted, Deserted
Involuntary tears
Of disgust & anguish
Guilt stuck at the throat
Another chance, another wish
Weaving tales of sorrow
A wasteful pastime
Bitter nothingness of tomorrow
No rhymes no smile
An oddity of emotion
Can’t dare to share
Errors in their judgment
Makes the truth look bare
Once these halls echoed laughter
Bore witness to joy
Nights & mornings after
Playing wild, playing coy
The romance of monsoon
Blessings after the gloom
Moments becoming hours
Tending to beds of flowers
We owe it all to Thee
That window of glee
I‘m glad that had to be
Both the bitter & the sweet
Wouldn’t have ventured any other street
Yesterday created today
Here now silence can only prevail
Echoes of yester-steps
Landmarks stay still as memoirs appear
Like an oasis in another hemisphere
Feels like a grave
Inside these heavy & lonely
Four walls
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Posted by Osman on October 22, 2007
Forward & Rewind
Hitting stop is a crime
This random play is cramping the growth of my mind
Entangled, entwined
A slave to the vibe
Advancing hindered by wine
The usual line
Enraged & nonsensical
Mind so fickle
Like an inconsolable child
In the abyss of vulnerability, I comply
The logical mind rejects
Yet the heart requests
Logic has its limitations
Whereas love is infinite compassion
Forgiving, kind
Logic is cold & regulated
Limited, blind
The intoxication of rage
Leaves trains of regrets
Scars remain
Even if time forgets
Anger & envy are satanic
Uncontrollable at times
Sins of the ancient
History of the impatient
The heart cries
Because its kind
The mind takes over & acts vile
A whisper guiding one to be unforgiving
The heart desires to be pleasant, to laugh & smile
The whisper returns unrelenting
Saying: to forgive is a crime
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Posted by Osman on August 25, 2007
Bangladesh, one of the top ranking contributors in global peacekeeping, on Tuesday joined other nations to observe the International United Nations (UN) Peacekeeping Day.
Bangladesh lost its 76 peacekeepers during the last 19 years, while working with the UN peacekeeping force in the trouble spots across the world.
The day was observed with due solemnity and acclamation of the forces for the first time, although the day has been observed throughout the world since 2002, a press release of the defense services said on Tuesday.
Bangladesh Armed Forces took different programs to mark the day, which bears a great importance for the country as its 9,683 soldiers are working now in 11 different trouble spots of the world.
The day’s program began with “peacekeepers run” which was inaugurated by Chief of Air Staff Air Marshal SM Ziaur Rahman here on Tuesday morning.
Chief Advisor of Bangladeshi caretaker government Fakhruddin Ahmed laid the foundation stone of “Peace Monument” in memory of the fallen soldiers of Bangladesh during peacekeeping at the parade ground.
A reception of the nearest relatives of the fallen soldiers and crippled ones was held at Bangladesh-China Friendship Conference Center in the capital Dhaka in which Fakhruddin Ahmed attended as the chief guest. Besides, UN Resident Coordinator in Bangladesh Renata Dessallien was present on the occasion.
On the occasion a theme song and a documentary on UN Peacekeeping operation was telecast on television channels, while national dailies published special supplements.
In his message on the eve of the day, Bangladeshi President Iajuddin Ahmed said, “Our peacekeepers have elevated the image of Bangladesh in the international arena by displaying a very high standard of professionalism, dedication, sincerity and courage.”
He also paid his highest tribute to all the peacekeepers for their sacrifice and selfless efforts in promoting global peace.
Chief Advisor Fakhruddin Ahmed in a message paid his highest respect to those who have sacrificed their lives for restoring peace and stability in strife-torn countries of the regions.
He said: “We reiterate our firm commitment here for promotion of global peace under the aegis of the United Nations and wish the peacekeepers all success in their humanitarian endeavors on the occasion of International Day of United Nations Peacekeepers.”
Source: Xinhua
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