Archive for August, 2007


Whats the big “DEAL”?



A genuine leader is not a searcher for consensus but a molder of consensus.

– Martin Luther King




Bullehia, I know not who I am


There is an enduring ritual at the tombs of the Sufis which is known as ‘Langar’ (free meal). Travelers, visitors and itinerant that come to these shrines or tombs relish this free meal where no body looks down on them. Some regard this Langar as a cure to their malady or ailment. One evening a Darwaish (pastor) ordered his young disciple to distribute the LANGAR. Young pupil asked what should be his way of distribution. The Darwaish replied ‘The way Allah dispenses provisions to his men’. The young apprentice paused after hearing the words that just uttered from his mentors mouth and then went on with the orders.


But to everyone’s astonishment he carried out a very odd way of delivery; He gave a different amount of Langer to various people. Some of the visitors got beyond expectations while others got very little. Some even complained of getting nothing at all. There were even those that were happy of what they got but wanted more. So every soul had something to object about. His peers that disliked him the most were un happiest of all and complained to the Darwaish.


They told the Darwaish that ‘Bullah has gone mad!’ The Darwaish asked the reason of his favorite pupil’s behavior. Bulleh Shah replied; didn’t you ask me to give, as the Divine power distributes among his men. What wrong have I done? There was uproar on this answer. Bulleh shah was puzzled on the behavior of the people. But the question that was eating him out was a confusion. Bulleh Shah  wanted to know who is he; is he believer or not? a favorite man of God like Moses or a tyrant like Pharo? He asked himself these question? There was no reply. He dived in the river of puzzlement and produce the greatest piece of art of all times.

I am neither a believer going to the mosque

Nor given to non-believing ways

Neither clean, nor unclean

Neither Moses not Pharaoh

I know not who I am

I am neither among sinners nor among saints

Neither happy, nor unhappy

I belong neither to water not to earth

I am neither fire, not air

I know not who I am

Neither do I know the secret of religion

Nor am I born of Adam and Eve

I have given myself no name

I belong neither to those who squat and pray

Nor to those who have gone astray

I know not who I am

I was in the beginning; I’d be there in the end

I know not any one other than the One

Who could be wiser than Bulleh Shah?

Whose Master is ever there to tend?

I know not who I am/.





Hazrat Ali once said:

Half of the answer is hidden inside a question.


Abdullah Shah aka Baba Bulleh Shah belonged to a religious family that came from Bukhara; Uzbekistan to present day Punjab, Pakistan. Bulleh Shah who is believed to be born in a small village in Bahawalpur was not only a man of God but was very well acquainted with the spiritual world. Considered to be the finest spiritual poet of all times Bulleh Shah preferred Saraiki, Punjabi and Sindhi on Persian and Urdu as a medium of his poems. The verse form Bulleh Shah primarily employed is called the Kafi (Refrain), a traditional style of Punjabi poetry used by Punjabi Sufis and Sikh gurus.


Bulleh Shah started to pass his time in a state of strange ecstasy. In the company of his Master and with the practice of the path he had been shown, Bulleh Shah’s spiritual condition started changing day by day. His kafi, “Whatever color I am dyed in” makes it clear how great the effect of his Master on him was. In it he mentions that his inner eye had been opened, all his doubts had been removed, and he had been blessed with the light of Realization. Through the grace of his Master he had the vision of the Lord within and that for him no difference existed between his Master and the Lord.



His unorthodox way was highly unpopular among the mullah of his times and some historians believe that his family was not allowed to bury him in the community graveyard. This ordeal is also reflected from few of his verses like;



To admonish Bullah came his sisters and sisters-in-law,

“Why have you brought disgrace to the Prophet

And to the progeny of Ali?

Listen to our advice, 0 Bullah, and leave the hem of the Arain’s skirt.

If you talk about me I am quite unfamiliar with the language he used in his verses of poetry but it contains a certain mysterious magnetism that draws my attention and million others that listen to his words in any form or genre of music. What relates us to Baba Bulleh Shah was his unending journey on the path of self discovery. We are the passengers of the same trail and we wander day in day out to find the very purpose of our existence.



Southpark- Kyle’s Mom is a … (Uncensored)


Yes Mr. Prime Minister


May,1999 the conference hall of the GHQ Rawalpindi was jammed pack with superior army officials including the Chief of Army Staff Gen. Perviaz Musharraf. Under the roof of the army building top secret military strategies were being discussed as the Kargil war was in progress. The primary purpose of this meeting was to discuss the strategy with the Prime Minister Nawaz Shareef.

The briefing was carried out by some brigadier….

Brigadier: …….Yes Sir this is the situation on ground zero, we will deploy the alpha brigade at this point. [Pointing at the map on the projector with a laser light] ….

Nawaz Shareef: What is that red triangle?

Brigadier: Alpha brigade

Brigadier: ….[continuing]…ok if we will find some major resistance as we expect, we are going to launch our scattered platoon from the top of the mount….

Nawaz Shareef: [interrupting] what are those green things?

Brigadier: ahh… trees !!

Nawaz Shareef: ok ok .. [Smiling]

Brigadier: ….[continuing]…now I would like you to concentrate on the point where….[interrupted again]

Nawaz Shareef: What is that funny looking yellow box?

Brigadier: the computer Mr. Prime Minister?!

Nawaz Shareef: Oh… see I got this new laptop its very light in weight. I thought boxes like these were obsolete. [smiling]

The Brigadier ignored what just happened and went on with his job…he went on and on and on…. The tediousness was apparent on the face of the Prime Minister. He yawned after every minute or so. To overcome his wooziness he started talking in his head.

Nawaz Shareef [to himself]: what a boring job 😛 thank god I didn’t listened to Abba Jee on this one and entered politics. Look at the poor fellows.. No wonder the army always wants to enter the politics and rule. It’s more fun; being the Prime Minister or President.

[After 20 mins]

Man I am hungry.. When did I eat last…[looking at the watch]… two hours ago…damn! I am going to starve to death here. Do they only serve sugar less tea to their guests.

[After 30 mins]…

My God look at Musharraf; he is one ugly fellow. Darker than that West Indian player….hmmm …which West Indian player?? Damn ! They all are dark 😛 what goes of my father. But he is one ugly fellow.

[Musharraf observing the blank PM ordered for the waiter]

Musharraf: Bring some sandwiches for the PM…

Nawaz Shareef: ..Along with some Aloo wale samosay 🙂 ( snack)…[the PM was pleased with the pleasant change in the atmosphere]

Musharraf: Yes with some Aloo wale samosay.

The PM got busy with the lunch while the brigadier and other army personal were engaged in the top secret meeting. Army Chief; Musharraf was discontented with the sight. He started talking to himself as well…

Musharraf [to himself]: My GOD; look at him. He’s the PM 😛 … who elected this fat ass? Oh yeah! The people … and you call this idiotic sport democracy. My 8 year old grand daughter is more intelligent than this MORON.

No wonder the military has to intervene…do they have a choice? Screw democracy !! Army rule; that’s what I am talking about.

All of a sudden Nawaz Shareef stopped eating. He brought his mouth closer to Musharraf’s ear and uttered. The brigadier nervously paused for a second to find out if the PM has any problem with the plan.

Nawaz Shareef [whispering…]: who cook this delicious snack?

Musharraf [puzzled on this difficult question]: ahh… some chef in the mess.

Nawaz Shareef [whispering…]: I would like see him in the PM house from tomorrow.

Musharraf: ok sir! …. Moron 😛

Nawaz Shareef: What?

Musharraf: nothing sir … would you like to have some more…

Nawaz Shareef: Yes please 🙂 …….

And then the top secret meeting at the GHQ went on and on and on….


The Weather Man


Ring Ring !!
Ring Ring !!

Shabz: Hello?
aMmAr: Dude!

Shabz: What?
aMmAr: Dhaba (cheap tea shop) in 15 mins

Shabz: No
aMmAr: why?

Shabz: the rain clouds
aMmAr: what about em?

Shabz: They are not in a good mood.
aMmAr: wtf are you talking about?

Shabz: Its going to rain man!
aMmAr: Says who?

Shabz: The guy on PTV
aMmAr: You mean the fat guy with thick Punjabi accent on PTV?

Shabz: Yes!
aMmAr: Screw him!! who watches PTV anyway 😛

aMmAr: So are you coming?
Shabz: hmmm….two letters………N O

aMmAr: Screw you !!

Hangs up the phone…………


Ring Ring !!
Ring Ring !!

aMmAr: Yello?!
Shabz: Dude!

aMmAr: What?
Shabz: Dhaba (cheap tea shop) in 15 mins

aMmAr: Man its raining outside…
Shabz: It was rainging man… you are such a sissy boy 😛 and besides its not going to rain now.

aMmAr: Says who?
Shabz: The guy on PTV..

aMmAr: You mean the fat guy with thick Punjabi accent on PTV?
Shabz: Yes

aMmAr: Screw him!! who watches PTV anyway 😛

After 15 mins… Under some shelter

aMmAr: Its fucking raining man !
Shabz: I can see that..

After 1 hour 15 mins… Under the same shelter

Shabz: It seems the rain aint going to stop?!
aMmAr: I can see that…

Shabz: Screw the weather man!!
aMmAr: You mean the fat guy with thick Punjabi accent on PTV?

Shabz: Yes


ICL (Indian Cricket League)

Once upon a time there was a sport that we Pakistani use to be very proud of; we had the league of extra ordinary sportsmen that had the ability to beat any team on any ground. We use to call it cricket I guess… I remember I was such a big fan of Imran Khan when I was a kid that whoever use to ask my name I used to reply that my name is Imran Khan and that what was my nick name back than.

But things have drastically changed since than. Yes we still have the fastest bowler and fastest century maker still in our league but the spirit has gone like it was never there. My father once told me about an Australian business man and cricket lover Kerry Pecker; who arranged a cricket series in the 70’s. He hand picked some veteran and dynamic cricketers like Imran Khan, Zaheer Abbas, Graham Gooch(England), Sunil Gavasker etc from every test cricketing nation, paid them handsomely and made them play in his series.

The same kind of a series is making big headings these days; they are calling it the Indian Cricket League (ICL). The cricketing gurus predict it as a big blow for the ICC as the cricketers are twice thinking before signing their central contract. Reason; money talking and damn they are paying millions. National hero Inzimam and Muhammed Yousuf signed a 10 curore deal with ICL. Razzak and Imran Farhat are the latest to join the bandwagon. Ex skipper and wicket keeper Moin Khan is the middle man in Pakistan and making the deals possible.

Now this is a big blow for the national cricket. Who’s responsible? PCB I say. One may ask why? Well in a non democratic country every organization is headed by the friends and family members of the dictator. The story of Pakistan is no different. The president of PCB has always been the guy in uniform or the family member of any minister. The board members have always been some talent less bastards who have hardly played any cricket but are related to the ministry some how. As a result we see the cricketing decline in these years.

Some predict ICL would be better for the cricket. I can’t see how but it’s definitely very beneficiary for the cricketers. Especially those cricketers who are quite near to retirement.


The Holocaust

The other night I was flicking on the remote from on channel to the other. Hoping that on some channel their must be something that’ll be at least interesting for a change. My prays were answered and on some movie channel I saw one of the greatest piece of art ever made in the history of cinema. It was Steven Spielberg’s world war-II epic Schindler’s List. The 1993 epic for its cinematographic excellence won many Oscars including the best picture award. The biographical film is based on the book Schindler’s ark written by Thomas Keneally. The plot revolves around Oscar Schindler; Sudeten-German Catholic businessman who saved the lives of over one thousand Polish Jews during The Holocaust.

The film frame by frame and scene by scene is a work of Spielberg’s genius. During the film I realized  the amount of unspeakable tragedies the European Jews faced during the holocaust period. About 10 million were killed most of them burned alive according to the Jewish historians. But if you look into the history you will also find  a large number of scholars and writers that have denied the some of the so-called realities of holocaust, they find the figure of the dead and some events (that are quoted by the Jewish historians) exaggerated. Some even completely deny the Holocaust itself.

There are strict laws in Europe for Holocaust deniers. The so called freedom of speech champion Europe(where you can curse the GOD and Jesus) even sent writers to prison if they are found denying the holocaust. Reason; it is a sensitive issue for the Jewish community. But the point I want to raise in this post is the fact that despite all the tragedies and holocaust the behavior of the Jewish people specially the big guns and decision makers is confusing. They went through some really hard times. They have experienced men being cruel and evil but we hardly find a difference in their behavior when it is their turn in power.

I look at the Middle East and I see blood shed. Loads of dead bodies, killings, rapes, law less ness and not surprisingly but on the basis of religion. How different are the Israelis from the Nazis. They have become what they hate the most. I wonder if the media was as powerful as it is now; was it possible for Hitler and nazi party to kill millions of innocent Jews? I don’t know. But nearly a million Iraqi Muslims have died after American invasion. Israel supported the invasion and is also ready to sponsor the American war against the neighboring Iraqi Muslim states especially if the war extends to Iranian soil. From the early nineties till now Iraq has turned into a ghetto by the respectable world including Israel.

I won’t defend any action of the Taliban and Al-Qaeda here as they have given another reason for the invaders to carry out their atrocities against the innocent Muslims. Some say they are working for the invaders, I can’t agree more. But the point is despite the UNO being functional, despite the media being free and unbiased, despite the world being a global village and more humanitarian I am observing a Muslim holocaust in the middles east and the strings are pulled by none other than the holocaust survivors.


Koi Umeed…


koii ummiid bar nahii.n aatii
koii suurat nazar nahii.n aatii

[ummiid = hope, bar = achievement]

maut kaa ek din mu’ayyaa.N hai
nii.nd kyo.n raat bhar nahii.n aatii


aage aatii thii haal-e-dil pe ha.Nsii
ab kisii baat par nahii.n aatii

[aage = some time back, ha.Nsii =amusement]

jaanataa huu.N savaab-e-taa’at-o-zahad
par tabiiyat idhar nahii.n aatii

[savaab = reward of good deeds in next life, taa’at=devotion, zahad=religious deeds]

[tabiiyat = frame of mind]

ham vahaa.N hai.n jahaa.N se ham ko bhii
kuchh hamaarii Khabar nahii.n aatii

marate hai.n aarazuu me.n marane kii
maut aatii hai par nahii.n aatii

[aarzuu = craving, par= but]

kaabaa kis muu.Nh se jaaoge ‘Ghalib’
sharm tumako magar nahii.n aatii

[Kaaba = House of GOD ]


The bitter Truth – (a very disturbing report about present Iraq)



When Rana Jalil, 38, lost her husband in an explosion in Baghdad last year, she could never have imagined becoming a prostitute in order to feed her children. A mother of four, Jalil sought out employment, but job opportunities for women had decreased since the US invasion .She begged shop owners, office workers and companies to hire her but was treated with what she calls chauvinistic discrimination. Within weeks of her husband’s death, a doctor diagnosed her children with malnutrition.

Fighting tears, she recalled the desperation which led her to the oldest profession: “In the beginning these were the worst days in my life. My husband was the first man I met and slept with, but I didn’t have another option … my children were starving.” She left the house in a daze, she recalled, and walked to the nearest market to find someone who would pay her for sex. She said: “I’m a nice-looking woman and it wasn’t difficult to find a client. When we got to the bed I tried to run away … I just couldn’t do it, but he hit and raped me. When he paid me afterwards, it was finished for me.

“When I came home with some food I had bought from that money and saw my children screaming of happiness, I discovered that honour is insignificant compared to the hunger of my children.”

Iraqi widows desperate

Prior to the US invasion, Iraqi widows, particularly those who lost husbands during the Iran-Iraq war, were provided with compensation and free education for their children. In some cases, they were provided with free homes. However, no such safety nets currently exist and widows have few resources at their disposal.

According to the non-governmental organization Women’s Freedom in Iraq (OWFI), 15 per cent of Iraqi women widowed by the war have been desperately searching for temporary marriages or prostitution, either for financial support or protection in the midst of sectarian war.


Nuha Salim, the spokesperson for OWFI, told Al Jazeera: “Widows are one of our priorities but their situation is worsening and we are feeling ineffective to cope with this significant problem. Hundreds of women are searching for an easy way to support their loved ones as employers refuse to hire them for fear of extremists’ reprisals.” She said the NGO has documented the disappearance of some 4000 women, 20 per cent of whom are under 18, since the March 2003 invasion. OWFI believes most of the missing women were kidnapped and sold into prostitution outside Iraq.

Although few reliable statistics are available on the total number of widows in Iraq, the ministry of women’s affairs says that there are at least 350,000 in Baghdad alone, with more than eight million throughout the country.

Bitter trade

As Iraqi families continue to fall on hard times, some have been forced to make the most painful of decisions – selling their daughters. Abu Ahmed, a handicapped father of five who is himself a widower, sold his daughter Lina to an Iraqi man who came to Iraq to “shop” for sex workers. Abu Ahmed said he could not afford to buy food for his other children. He told Al Jazeera: “I’m sure that whatever she is, at least she is having food to eat. I have three other girls and a son and what they paid me for Lina is enough to raise the remaining ones.” Abu Ahmed had been initially approached by Shada, the alias of a woman living in Baghdad, who sought young women for Iraqi gangs running prostitution rackets in neighbouring Arab countries.

She told Al Jazeera that her role was to convince young women from impoverished families that a better life awaited them beyond the country’s borders. She said: “Families don’t want them and we are helping the girls to survive. We offer them food and housing and about $10 a day if they have had at least two clients.”

“Our priority is virgin girls; they can be sold at very expensive prices to Arab millionaires.”

Shada said she sleeps in a different house every few nights as armed groups have marked her for trial and assassination.



Escape from Jordan

OWFI’s Salim says cases like Lina’s have become very common as poverty is increasing in Iraq and desperate families sometimes sell their daughters for less than $500 to traffickers. But increasingly, young Iraqi women arrive in neighbouring capitals to find that prostitution carries a heavy and dangerous price.

Suha Muhammad, 17, was sold to an Iraqi gang by her mother, herself a prostitute, after her father was killed. When she arrived in Jordan, she was gang-raped by four men who told her they were teaching her the tricks of the trade. She told Al Jazeera she had been sold to a gang that caters to VIPs in Syria and was often shuttled to Amman, the Jordanian capital, for high-profile clients.

After six months, she escaped: “I ran away and an Iraqi family helped me by driving me to the immigration department where they helped me get a passport to return to
Iraq. “My aunt is now taking care of me in Baghdad. She never imagined that my mother could sell me, but unfortunately women in Iraq are not important and respected.”



Mayada Zuhair, a spokesperson for the Baghdad-based Women’s Rights Association (WRA), said Iraqi and Arab NGOs are trying to monitor the trafficking of young women from the war-ravaged country to neighbouring destinations.


She told Al Jazeera: “We are trying to find out the fate of many widows and teenager girls who were trafficked. Unfortunately it is not an easy process and without international support, funding, and resources, we fear more young Iraqi women will be taken abroad to work in the sex trade.” In the meantime, however, prostitution remains the only option for Nirmeen Lattif, a 27-year-old widow who lost her husband in an attack on Shia pilgrims south of Baghdad.

When she turned to her husband’s relatives for financial support, they could not afford to help her.She says she tries not to think of the gravity of what she does or the dishonour it carries in conservative Muslim society.

“I think of my children, only my children; without money we starve in the streets.”


Dil Dil Pakistan…

Vital Signs and Shoiab Mansoor. the best patriotic song of its century

Nusrat Fateh Ali at his best in Pakistan Pakistan

Muhammad Ali Shekhi – Mai Bhi Pakistan Hoo

Finally Junoon with a Jazba Junoon


You know you’re in Karachi when…





10. The only foreigners you see on the street are either Afghanis or Bengalis.

9. You know where Khayaban-e- something is but have no idea what Khayaban means.

8. The most fun thing to do is to eat out at some restaurant.

7. You get to see the new Tom Cruise’s film even before Tom Cruise.

6. You entitle a lady (age ranging from 15 to 25) a BACHEE (a very young girl).

5. Everyone has a gun and I mean every one.

4. You come home after a hectic day and there is no electricity. You wake up in the morning and realize that there is still no electricity.

3. Your school/college/university gets closed when it rains.

2. When you are driving its never your fault.

1. Your city is no Paris but its definitely better than Paris.


Its our home after all…


Do you know what the most typical trait of a human is? He likes to compare people, and issues etc and give judgmental point of views on them. Especially people living in this part of the world love to whine about their country, how they hate the system, KESC, corruption blab bla bla. And to top their bull shit they go a level ahead and say ridiculous stuff like “I wish I was born somewhere else!”

If your house is un-clean, tube light in the living suddenly stopped functioning, you’re mischievous neighbor is intruding your parking space; you don’t complain about it you take preemptive measures. After all it’s your house.

I am aware of the fact that geography plays an important part when it comes to countries foreign policy and law n order. The latter has a definite impact on the economy as well. If Pakistan was situated somewhere else things would have been obviously different. We would not have to watch out for the Afghanis on our borders, we would have no reason to dedicate 60 or more percent of our budget to the defense just because our neighbor carries a nuke. But hey, there is nothing like an ideal condition in this world.

How many of us protest or come on the streets and fight of our basic necessities. What?! We are to royal to do that eh? Why protest about electricity when we can have a kunda system. Why protest against the education system when we can bribe the education board to get our desired marks. We see enormous protest rallies in the west. They live in those parts of the world we desire to live in. In their custom they don’t complain, cry or whine about short comings of their countries. They protest, fight, strive and stand for their rights.

We on the other hand blame Quad-e-Azam for 40 years of military rule and 15 years of Nawaz and Bibi’s corruption. Some of us believe that if we don’t have a totally Islamic law in our country it’s because of the fact that Muhammed Ali Jinnah was a secular Muslim. I ask them how better Muslim are you to judge anyone when there is no one besides ALLAH to judge Imaan in a Muslim. If we don’t have a totally Islamic sheariya (RULE) in the country it is thanks to the cross dressing mullahs who call for Jihad and talk about Martyrdom but sneak out like a mouse when it comes to their own lives.

I might sound a lil over patriotic but here it goes;






Top 10 traits of ‘True Friendship’


Are you tired of those sissy ‘friendship’ poems that always sounded gay 😛 , but never actually come close to reality? Well, here is a series of promises that actually speak of a friendship in the ‘REAL’ world .

1. When you are sad — I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against the sorry bastard who made you sad.

2. When you are blue — I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.

3. When you smile — I will know you finally got laid.

4. When you are scared — I will rag on you about it every chance I get.

5. When you are worried — I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be until you quit whining.

6. When you are confused — I will use little words.

7. When you are sick — Stay the hell away from me until you are well again. I don’t want to catch whatever you have.

8. When you fall — I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.

9. This is my oath……. I pledge it to the end. ‘Why?’ you may ask; because you are ‘my friend’.

10.Friendship is like peeing your pants, everyone can see it, but only you can feel the true warmth.


We Don’t need No Education…. by Ahsan Zawar

We Don’t need No Education

We Don’t Need no Thought Control

No Dark sarcasm in the class room

Teacher leaving kids alone


Hey! Teachers leave us kids alone

All in All you are just another brick in the wall

All in all it is just another brick in the wall

Pink Floyd

Its tough to admit at times but I feel no regret in the fact that this song actually changed my thinking patterns. The song which is released in 1979 as part of Pink Floyd’s famous album “The Wall” was written and composed by Roger Waters from the band

Though there is a writer own interpretation of the lyrics but I find my own after listening to it again and again. First let’s get through of what the writer has to say about this

According to Waters, the song is actually against the boarding school system in England, where teachers have the habit of forcing strictness through different means (beating and abusing kids), it’s still a very popular trend in countries like Pakistan and India, and so the song is pretty much relevant to every society. The writer goes along and describe that the teacher build a wall around the student which actually stops him from seeing the outer world and from thinking in broader ways. The teacher tries to discourage the student from any other activity (like music and poetry) and wants everyone to be mathematicians, scientists etc. They are different sources that build a wall around an individual like environment, war and teachers are also related to that. That’s why they are called “another brick in the wall here”.

Well from my perspective the song surely has a deep meaning in it. We look around us, the failed personalities, the lack of thinkers around us, and the ones that like to follow other’s opinion rather than having their own. You go to any top university in Pakistan and ask the student’s there about their future plans, ironically 99 percent will reply materialistically, from being a CEO to a company to the marketing guru, they all follow what their teachers have build in them, they are following what their parents have seeded in them long ago. No one is thinking about the betterment of society, the revolution, social matters, everyone is like “just another brick in the wall” where no one is different from any other. We all are mere bricks when the material inside us will fade there will be newer bricks of the same length (same thinkers) will replace us and this wall will remain there as firm as it is today.

Surprisingly this song was banned in UK and some other European countries in 1986 when they felt it is actually igniting students against the teachers. In 1990 South African black kids used this song as an anthem to remove discrimination between Black and White students. They used “We don’t need no education” and were successful in having a single curriculum for every South African student.

We live in a country where we followed alteast 4 educational boards (Matric System, O-levels, Federal Board and The Aga Khan Board), why can’t we use something like this for bringing equality to our system or perhaps our molvis are too busy in arguing that music is haram or halal. The kind of contribution music and songs like this have played in the world is a clear cut proof that how powerful a medium music is actually but our society and molvis are still listening to Kambakht and Nikama Ishq, so they can’t see the fire this expression( music ) has. Perhaps we should widen our listening and thinking and come out and break this WALL which is all around us.


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