A lioness who roars in the day light , burns in agony and pain all night. Lives her ordeal every day as fresh as if it was today. Pain refuses to lessen even an iota.
Ask why?
“Once upon a time, a pretty lioness cub and a daring tiger cub grow up together. Dreaming of a long life with each other as they sail from innocent childhood to blooming youth. Wedding bells ring at the prime of their youth, vowing to live happily ever after.
Three weeks into matrimony, a herd of blood thirsty hounds pounce on the tender lioness for a game. The tiger pounces into action to shield her. All alone facing a herd of savages.
Alas, the lioness watches with her own eyes, her tiger brutally ripped apart by those insane blood thirsty hounds. With his last breath, come crashing down the castles they had built for years.
He departs but she lives on, a dozen and four years now. Still the same pain, still the same love.”
Daylight appears and she is up and roaring, once again.
No one knows how her nights go.
PS: A saga that puts the Oscar winning The Lion King to shame.
I salute this lioness and so should the whole world…

Why should my free soul
Be bound by imaginary lines.
Oh why should these lines
Be fenced on the land
Be drawn on the maps
Be etched in the minds
Be engraved in the hearts
I rebel against these confines
I leap across these limits
My feet sense no lines
My eyes see no fence
My mind thinks no limits
My heart feels no bounds
It appears an awful sight
To control my free soul
To the confines of geography.
To the whole world it belongs
Compassion is its language.
Mankind its fellow compatriots.
Yes, Earth is my Homeland.
~Ilmana Fasih
12 January 2011
The love of one’s country is a splendid thing. But why should love stop at the border? ~Pablo Casals
A bitter pill to swallow…
I stay awake all night-that no sounds of cries come.
Look who’s awake—who never stayed up late even in the final exams.
I shiver with fear-that no 1992 history repeats.
Look who’s shivering- who never did, even on seeing the most difficult word problem in the dreadful Physics Exam.
I’m scared inside out-that the humans stay unharmed.
Look who’s scared-who never was so, even when the strictest school Principal reprimanded her in his office.
I pray every minute—that the sanity prevails.
Look who’s praying—who never did so, even before the exam results were due.
Yes, indeed, today I stay awake, shiver, am scared. Not for myself, but for the 1.2 billion who await this dreaded judgement today.
Hence I pray to “God” up in the Heavens and beg to the ”humans” down on the Earth, that let ’sanity prevail in majority’ and ’ human harmony be the order of the day’.
Shahid Bhai ne theek hi to kaha hai: “Na samjhoge to mit jaoge ai Hindositan walon
Tumhari dastan bhi na hogi dastanon men.
Aur Armaan Bhai ka dil rota hai:
दिलों पर इक अजब सा ख़ौफ़ तारी है, Dil par ek ajab sa khof tari hai,
आज शहर की फ़िज़ा बहुत भारी है ! Aj shehr ki fiza bahut bhari hai!
ये ना हो जाये कहीं वो ना हो जाये, Ye na ho jaye kahin woh na ho jaye,
सब मे बेचैनी है , सबको बेक़रारी है! Sab mein bechaini hai sab mein be qarari hai!
सड़कें खाली हैं यूँ, जैसे साहूकार हैं, Sarkein khali hain jaise sahukar ho,
लोग छुपे है, जैसे इन पर उधारी है! Log chupe hain jaise un pe udhari hai!
संगीनो के साये, बूटों की धमक मे, Sangeenon ke saath booton ki damak mein,
हमने देखा , ज़िंदगी बहुत बेचारी है! Hum ne dekha zindagi bahut bechari hai !
नफ़रतो के ठेकेदार अब हमला बोलेंगे, Nafrat ke thekedar ab hamla bolenge,
मुहब्बत वालों तुम्हारी क्या तय्यारी है! Muhabbat waalon tumhari kya tayyari hai!
– अरमान -Armaan.
We need to remind ourselves of what Martin Luther said until his death: ”We must learn to live together as brothers, or we are going to perish together as fools.”
We need to revisit what Gandhi ji had told us: My religion is based on truth and non-violence. Truth is my God. Non-violence is the means of realising Him.
We need to open our minds to what Prophet Mohammed (pbuh) taught us : “Do you love your creator? Love your fellow-beings first.”
Let us all have faith in tolerance and live a fraction of Martin Luther, Gandhi and Prophet Mohammed(pbuh) in each one of us.
Let’s pledge for peace…
ILMANA FASIH
30 September 2010
Once again Ismail’s writing surprises me.He asked me to edit an essay he was suppose to do an his English assignment.I could not find anything worth editing.A playful,rough n tough football kicking boy has so much sensitivity in him—perhaps I’m blind.
He writes:
Do you know a place which for once you can call perfect? A place which is a temporary but amazing source of inspirations. Where you smile at everything you see. Have you ever spent 15 years of your life there? I can, perhaps even more, I was born there. That place is the heart of the Muslim world amongst the sweet musk-smelling desert of the Middle East: Mecca, Saudi Arabia.
The first time my feet touched the rocky surface of the earth, after leaving my mom’s soft envelope, was in Mecca. If there is one thing I would ever long more than anything else, it would be the old childhood days. Just the thought of how every day would go by brings a twinkly tear to my eyes. Just looking at the rainbow in my room, when I woke up caused by the rays of light coming from the window through the colourful curtains. It gave that good-feeling needed to start off my day. And being alone in my room and with the peace made it all that better. It’s amazing that how before going to sleep my room was pitch black with the humming of the AC in the background, and then there I was waking up, in time to see the morning bring its magic to me in my room. When in the outside world, of course accompanied by my parents since I was just 5, I was still old enough to appreciate the streets of Mecca, at least until it became crowded with buzzing people and honking cars. The green grass and trees, the blue skies, the wind blowing in my face, the cats and pigeons roaming around here and there. Now that was an eternal l sight. And during the sunset, the sight of that fireball between the mountainous terrains of Mecca in the horizon was absolutely spectacular.
Environment was amazing, but without any people to communicate with it is worthless. That’s why I had some company along the way .First there was my mom, who cooked up breakfast before dawn, as our school bus used to arrive at 6 am. She would dress me, brush me and put on my shoes on. Funny thing is, I never noticed this because I was too busy watching cartoon network. She kept on teaching though how to do all this, how to tie knot on shoes, how to comb hair and how to button up, which I eventually did. She would stay up with me day to night, to teach me telling time, times tables and nursery rhymes. She would teach me ethics, manners, help me communicate and tell me to study so that I have a good future. It’s incredible how all those words still echo in me and are still helping me in my journey to success. At school, my teacher too was amazing although harsh at times, since preschool was like do work or else stand in the corner, no more toys and all the usual stuff adults do to teach kids. Back then I would not like this, but now looking back I am glad she did because it helped me up to do my homework, study for my tests and work hard all the way. I don’t know where she is now 10 years later, but I will always be thankful to her for showing me the gift of education and teaching me what life is all about.
Mecca is a place which is a hidden land of treasures. How? Perhaps the most amazing thing is the Holy Mosque where Muslims pray their five daily prayers. My mom tells me that people die to get here though some cannot even afford to get there. I always agreed, but in my mind having such a religious blessing is not all you ever want. That’s why we had Jeddah. Jeddah was a nearby city a few kilometers away. It had everything you can ever want. It may not have been known around the globe as a “tourist destination “ but it had lights, economy, amazing livelihood, great lifestyle and best of all no taxes ! Jeddah is known to have every brand of restaurants, clothing, and shoes brands in the world. Name one, and it will surely be there. I enjoyed the amazing restaurants though I didn’t appreciate the clothing and shoes. At least not as much as my mom did. But overall looking at how these brands had globalized and had amazing lights like this and their managers were living in Jeddah finest 7-stars inspired me that I need to work to my highest point to be like these people and live a problem-free future like these people.
Like I said, Mecca is an amazing source of inspiration but it was temporary. After living 15 majestic years I had to unwillingly uproot myself from the place as the rules of that country do not give its expatriates any right to citizenship even after spending an age there. I could never dream to pursue higher aims living there beyond high school. I had to move on to bigger goals in life. So here I am living my eighth month in the True North and Free hoping to make some of my own magic here. To say the least, in less than an year, I can say I call this place,Canada, my home.
Ismail Fasih
27 Sep 2010
Pheww, I was the chosen one!
Place: Le Gaurdia Airport, NY
I was pulled out of the line and asked to wait.
This followed a ‘special check’ , with one hour ‘complete search’– the body + the bags.
Asked ‘em if t’was because of the color of my passport or my skin. There was no reply.
“When did you visit last? “
“Six months ago.”
Took everything out of the bags, checked the shoes, pockets. Sent inside for the body search.
After the search, the lady groaned: “You can go now.”
After all, at the exit, holding my Passport in his hands, ‘the hulk’ had the cheek to ask-
” When will you visit NY next?’
“That’s none of ur business.” I snap.
He frowns and I frown back.
Returns the passport, smiles but I frown back again.
He says, “I’m sorry.”
”You better be.”
I feel elated and victorious.
Not for the clearance, but for having tried to fight back.







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