Culture or Religion ?

I am confused . On one side there is religion and on the other side is culture .For eg in a scenario where a muslim  country’s culture allows its women to wear (or not wear ) anything they like . Whereas Islam has clearly mentioned the way Muslim men and women are supposed to be covered . In this  scenario what is the solution ? Sometimes it is very hard to break the norms of the culture of a country and adapt the religious laws . People can revolt if their culture is disturbed . Countries can break on interference in their culture . For eg fall of dhaka in 1971 where acceptance of banga as official language was a big issue .

Being in Pakistan its still not fairly a difficult question because the dressing norms of this country are more or less in line with what Islam has prescribed . But what about countries like Malaysia or Turkey ? Religion or culture ?

Forget the clothes . Lets come to something else . For example role of women in politics and economics . Now according to my very limited knowledge I know that Hazrat Khadija R.A was a very rich lady and was a business woman . Similarly Hazrat Ayesha R. A was at some time involved in political affairs . So how can we follow their examples in  very conservative countries like Saudia Arabia , Pakistan and others ? Although Pakistan does have female politicians and business women but the culture and norms in rural areas are very different where women are not even asked for their consent before marriage .

So how can we merge our culture and religion in such a way where religion does not seem something outside of the culture or being forced upon ?

There are many other examples like banking laws ,  banning women from driving , music arts and entertainment , some  sharia laws like cutting hand on theft and etc  .

I will write more on this topic as I read and learn more . For now its safe to say that I am very confused on this topic . Will appreciate your  views .

The System

Originally posted on imaanmazari:

It is no longer about a young boy who was murdered in cold blood by a feudal brat, who bought justice favourable to him. The story is not of Shahzeb and Shahrukh Jatoi – just take a look at the bigger picture. The elite in Pakistan keep making the big bucks and it is no secret how their money ensures they are above the law. I had a friend last year who ran over a poor, little boy on Seventh Avenue. He had called me crying, genuinely distraught and devastated by what had happened. He was under the influence of alcohol when he rushed the boy to the hospital, paid for his treatments – the boy did not survive. My friend, who I haven’t spoken to in over a year had told me his life had changed forever – that a human life had been lost and he would never drink and drive again…

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Bohot Hogaya

“Bohot saha tera zulm , bohot hogai yeh saza ,

Sunn tou sahi , arahi hai jeet ki sada .

Haath main merey hathyar jiss ka naam hai “Qalam”

Haath main merey hathayar  jiss ka naam hai qalam ,

Chal para hun main khatam kernay yeh sitam “

Umer Gill

28th Feb ’13

Just shade and move on

Today was my General Pathology and Microbiology exam . Went fine AH . Started at 2 and ended at 5 pm . The whole time I had a severe backache . Almost unbearable . The table was a bit too low for me and I had to bend a little too much to write which aggravated the pain even more .  Any how , I am glad the paper went fine . The invigilator was strict – with the boys . And his watch somehow went 5 minutes ahead during the course of the exam . I had to write quickly and I think lost a few marks because of my chronic time management problem .

The time management issue goes a long way back . Similar to Pakistan’s opening batting pair issue in cricket ; been there since ages without any solution . Goes back to the days of primary school when I used to be one of the last few kids to submit my test . Spend too much time formulating the perfect answer .  That’s why I’ve always liked mcqs and bcqs more. Just shade and move on , so simple . Anyway my next exam is on the 28th . Hope it goes fine too In sha Allah .Pharmacology . Need to remember a lot of stuff .

Terey Ishq ki Inteha chahta hun

Kisi ne Allama Iqbal sy pucha
Aqal ki inteha kia hai”
Jawab mila “Hairat”
Phir pucha Gia hairat ki inteha kia hai??
Jawab mila “Ishq”
Phir pucha gia k Ishq ki inteha kia hai???
Jawab mila “Ishq La inteha hai, Es ki Koi inteha nahi”
sawal karne wale ne kaha
“magar aap ne likha hai
“Tera Ishq ki inteha Chahta hun”
Iqbal ne muskura kar jawab dia
“Dusray misray men apni ghalti ka aitraaf b kya hai”
K” Meri sadgi Dekh Men Kia Chahta Hun !

 

Happy Iqbal Day !

Looking for a role model

There comes a time in every man’s life, especially when he’s young, when he wants to find himself role models, idealize them and be just like them. The role models are usually people who are in line with what you believe in or what you want from life.These are the people who probably were like you, or close when they were your age, or people who you wish to be when you’re their age .  These are the people who you want to know more about what they did during their childhood, their experience of growing up and how they tackled difficulties in their lives.

I am going through a similar period – looking for role models. A thing most common in all successful people is that they had role models. From their fathers, to teachers or someone they read about or saw on TV.

Some people make prophets their role models, others like Ashfaq Ahmed used to sit with the poor people to look for inspiration.

It’s an exciting time to be young and energetic. The world is your playground and if you do everything right, there is no stopping you from reaching the top. However, to make sure that everything indeed is right, you have to have guidance. During my visit to Lahore I visited many family members alone to sit with them and listen to their stories. I was deeply impressed how most of them came from such humble backgrounds and fought their way to the top. I could see that they felt the same way as I do today when they were my age. They could sense that I have the same fire in me as they had in them.

One such example is my nana’s brother, Ghulam Rasool Qureshi, a leading pathologist today in Lahore. Dr. G.R.Qureshi was the son of a laborer, a daily wager. He lived in a small house which he shared with 31 other people. There used to be only one bathroom in the house. Under these circumstances most people would have given up or maybe ran away. Some might have become criminals. But he refused to give up. He studied from money borrowed from friends and well wishers and became a doctor. By the time he became a doctor he had a loan of about 10000 Rs on him (a huge sum in the 60′s – 70’s). Realizing that merely becoming a doctor in Pakistan was not going to be enough to repay the loan and support the family, he worked harder and went to the US (on borrowed money) to get training as a doctor over there. After a few years in the US he came back and established his own laboratory in Lahore by the name of Qureshi lab. The qureshi lab went on to  become one of the leading laboratories in Punjab for many years before Shaukat Khanum and other labs came in and made this profession a business .  Dr. G.R.Qureshi was recently awarded a lifetime achievement award by the govt. of Pakistan for his services as a teacher and a pathologist.

Another example is one of the brothers of my mother (my mamoo) who grew up in similar conditions and is now a very successful engineer in KSA.

I also admire the way my father has made his way forward, working honestly in an environment where bribery and kickbacks work the best. He spent much of his childhood near the Khanewal railway station and received primay education at a local school and then made education his key to a better life. He MashaAllah has a MBA, LLB and a few other degrees and education achievements. It is because of my parents’ efforts that I always studied amongst the sons of feudal lords, industrialists, landlords, and people from government services. 50 years ago who could have thought of that? I feel no shame at all saying I am the son of a humble family.

The reason I admire people who fought against the odds and made their way forward is because I want to be like them and prove that you can be honest and still succeed .You can belong to a humble family background and still be more successful than the sons of the feudal lords. You don’t have to be rich to be rich. You don’t have to bow down to the corrupt and powerful to make your way forward. You don’t have to be a part of the system if the system is sick.  If you work hard there is no one who can beat you. If you work hard there is no stopping you.

I hope that my kids read this one day, and that they are equally proud of me, or even more, the way I am of my humble but a fighting and hard-working family. I hope when my kids are my age, they are the classmates of the children of the world leaders.  I hope when I’m older and younger people read this, they are inspired to work honestly. I hope people find a role model and inspiration in me, just as I am now looking for role models in different people.