देख मियाँ पानी 

बात ये है कि 

ये जो अपने ख़वाब का अक्स 

छोड़े जा रहा हू 

लौटा देना हाँ 

कभी कही नदी पे 

झील पे मिलूंगा और कहूंगा 

दे दे मेरा ख़वाब 

तो दे देना 

                                                                             

GOD'S OWN COUNTRY

                                     

                                                   GODS OWN COUNTRY

                                                                                                                   Asrarul Haque Jeelani

Back to the concrete country 
from God's own country (Kerala)
the four day was the trial day
in the paradise country
missing here the angels
prince and princess of the coconut country
who took us on their hand 
show their own country

student of Central university of Kerala
 in the cultural dress

a piece of peace

It was tough to express the feeling of pleasure in Kerala but I wrapped the whole trip in few words. I collected my all courage and skill to write this.   

                       Soul has no distinction of sex

Human being is the assembling of body, mind and soul. The existence of difference, distinction and distinguishing factors are only the matter of body and mind and not of soul.  People are distinguished as male and female, black and white by his bodily feature, atheist, communist and religious by his mind but by soul, all are equal because it has connection with God. Various religions have their own but somehow equal concept regarding the soul. By the Islamic concept it is the command of God. Some religions like Hinduism have belief that every living organism possessed soul and this concept is called as animism but in some it is only of human being.  

The mind and the body is semi observable and observable entity respectively but soul is invisible like God but work as protagonist for body and mind. Body is the abode of soul where soul encountered with mind which pollutes the same. Though our soul is pure, have own words and prime source of peace. We never tried to read and catch the words of the soul.

The Theosophical society and movement of 19^th century with aim of universal spiritual brotherhood has correctly worked on this subject and focusing these matters in their principle which is still much more relevant. Its one principle is God creates different races with view to developing different virtues in mankind and the next male and female are equal because soul has no distinction of sex. Both principle are very relevant to the contemporary world where racial conflict are encroaching on the land and the women are deprived of their right, losing their dignity and victimized by the dominating thought of male. So there is need of revival of the past thoughts of the movement to make change in the society and remember that every living organism have the same soul that we possessed which doesn’t distinguish male and female.

            WINTER VACATION DIARY

how I spent my winter vacation in different spaces for different causes

Training program at V.V Giri National Labour Institute

Topic of the training: ENHANCING COMPETENCE OF YOUTH IN DEALING WITH CHILD LABOUR

Period : 23^rd December to 27^th December 2013

Group living with sharing, listening thoughts, ideas, stories, residing in a hostel with a group of students who are pursuing same course but from different institution across the country shows self image and real worth of our institution. The 5 days of amazing hospitality and training program of V.V Giri National Labour Institute introduced not only the different aspects and corner of the child labour but it was the platform where we came across the beauty of Jamia, praiseworthy field work and supervision and also relevant course content of our department. We felt worthy and privileged after get in touch with the social work students of various institutions from different corner of the India.

 Came back with enthusiastic load of plans and ideas to do some work for and with child labour.

Muzaffarnagar camp visit :

My intense urge to meet the riot victim, to feel their wound made myself present in one of the Muzaffarnagar riot victim’s camp in Malkana village on second last day of the year. On 29^th December 2013 I shared my wish to visit Muzaffarnagar camp with Mr. Afroz Alam Sahil (RTI activist) and Mr. Zakir Riyaz. Mr. Afroz had already visited few camps but Mr. Zakir has planned to go there so we three met each other and discussed plans and purpose to visit the camp. On the second day we moved to Muzaffar Nagar with the companion of Mr. Zakir and her sisiter, Mr. Zeshan and me.   

 It was my first experience to see the camp under the open sky in such cold month which told me to think and to enter in the drop of sadness. I went there with an aim to know about the child labour scenario because during the training program at V.V Giri National Labour Institute, I got the information that after the riot children are entering in the child labour but after the discussion with Mr. Zakir Riyaz, I went there by changed motive to know about the appearing student in the board exam so that we can do something for them. We met men, women, children and some key person. They suggested us to announce by the loudspeaker regarding gathering of 10^th and 12^th class appeared student. I entered in the mosque and announced, after few minute 6-7 students gathered. We interacted with them and told them to continue their study we will help. Before returning back to Delhi, seeing back to the camp was tearful. Came back with the same question why communal riot happens? 

Ten days of NSS special camp:

 The community where we live since long time with our ongoing student life is not able to provide real scenario of our abiding space but the institution’s initiative works like the window through which a student can peep into the community and come across the truth behind the curtain. The ten days NSS Special camp did the same from where I added lots of unknown problem of the community in my dictionary, Came to know about the people’s expectation from Jamia, got  exposure with the bundle of people’s ideas and suggestions who belongs to diverse background. It was the research work for the community need but I researched myself, it reflected me the need of my nourishing area for my development to work for the community.

For the motive to understand Jamia neighbourhood for constructive engagement

Date : 30^th of December 2013 to 8^th January 2014

To be a good follower of the leader is great task and no one gives attention toward this quality which makes a team successful. In this camp I tried my best to follow my group leader rightly and participated in the group activity as much as possible. I think I couldn’t represent myself better during the camp after trying my best but it is my pleasure to get consolation prize in best camper category.

Social work students interacted with Ms. Jazeera ; a lady silent crusader

( Published in Jamia Journal http://jamiajournal.com/2013/11/13/jazeera-the-woman-who-took-on-the-kerela-sand-mining-mafia-speaks-at-jamia/  )

Identify the issue, enrich your understanding, mobilize the people and take action on the same issue is the social work approach of activism, class theory, but a unique, incredible and exemplary approach of social action taken by Ms. Jazeera a Muslim, burqa clad woman against the sand mafia challenged the theory and create a new way of social action. The social work students came across this unique and bizarre approach while interacting with her.

The Subject Association of Department of Social work organized an interaction session with field activist on 6^th November where invitee Ms. Jazeera shared her journey and experience of fighting alone against the mighty sand mafia from the past one and half years. The interaction session which lasted for a couple of hours commenced with recitation of Quran by Mr. Abu Hafeez, welcome words by Sarah Abrar followed by a documentary show about her. Dr. Habeebul Rahman, the Student Advisor, introduced her to the audience.   After this Ms Jazeera shared her journey from a village of Kannur district in kerala to capital of the country and shared her bitter but indeed inspiring experience of fighting against sand mafia in which her own relatives are involved. According to her when she was pregnant with her younger son, she moved to her native village to live with her family. This was the time when she came to know a very shocking and deplorable condition of the Neerozhukkumchal beach where all her childhood memories are painted upon and which is in dire state due to rampant illegal excavation of sand. That is when she started her crusade which grew nationwide after a long silent protesting without any loud sloganeering. Her three children ( 14, 11, and 1 years old respectively) are all her team members. Her battle started from Village Street, travelled to district headquarter, state capital and now to Delhi at Janter Manter since one month. She is fighting the issue in Supreme Court, National Human Rights Commission and in Green Tribunal. Breaking all stereotypes of Muslim women Ms Jazeera is demanding the sand mafia should be pushed out of her village. She received lures and threatening  calls and allegation that she is linked with some suspected terrorist outfits. She recalled  Chipko Andolan and said that for those who are not associated with the issue might not be able to assign the importance to the same and might even laugh away from it, but those who could understand the gravity of it will never be able to sit back and relax. 

Ms. Shobha, a PhD scholar in the department  interpreted her words in English as she was sharing her story in Malayalam in full of confidence and during Malayalam speech any one can feel her warm and soulful words. The experience sharing was followed by a question answer session which each member of the audience thoroughly enjoyed. Dr. Sanjai Ingole, in the concluding remarks, related the Jazeera model of strike to the social work knowledge and said these types of activist are great source of inspiration and learning for the students. Leaving the venue, Jazeera asserted that she will definitely win the battle if she is alive, and pleaded one more chance to come back to Jamia and meet the students to share her joy after the victory.  

                    अनकही कहानी 

असरारुल हक़ जीलानी 

हर रोज़ की तरह आज वो अपनी दोस्तों कि बातें नहीं सुनाई, कक्षा में हुई किसी पाठ का चर्चा और अपनी ख़ुशी, परेशानी या कोई और कहानी नहीं सुना रही थी बल्कि चुप चाप ख़ामोशी से चलती चली जा रही थी यु लग रहा हो जैसे उसके साथ में  हूँ ही नहीं। उसने आज पिट्टू कि बदमाशी कि शिकायत भी नहीं कि मुझ से और न ही उसने लंच कि तारीफ की। वो मेरी बातूनी बेटी कहा चली गई जो एक पल भी नहीं चुप रहने वाली थी जिसकी कहानी कभी खत्म ही नहीं होती थी।स्कूल बस से उतरने के बाद वो  मेरी तरफ प्यार से लपकी भी नहीं और न ही वो  अपना बैग मेरी तरफ बढ़ायी।  मैं भी चुप चाप उसके पीछे पीछे चलती रही यहाँ तक के राजू कि दुकान भी गुज़र गई जहाँ वो अक्सर लेज़ या चिप्स  खरीद देने कि ज़िद्द किया करती थी और वो गली भी कब का पीछे छूट चूका था जहाँ वो कुत्तों को कुछ चिप्स खिलाया  करती थी और पूछती थी मम्मी ये कुत्ते रात को कहा सोते हैं ? इनके  घर नहीं होते  क्या? मैं भी आज घर के काम से थक चुकी थी इसलिए सोचा चलो अच्छा है नहीं बोल रही कुछ तो ज़यादा सही है। लेकिन मुझे उसका चुप रहना खलने लगा था क्योंकि जो काम  रोज़ हो और अचानक एक दिन न हो तो कुछ कमी सी लगने लगती है। फिर भी मैं ने कोई पहल नहीं कि यहाँ तक हम दोनों घर पहुच चुके थे।  

फिर आगे हम  दोनों कि शुरू होने वाली थी अपनी अपनी आप बीती सुनाने की  और बैठ कर एक साथ सीरियल देखते  हुए चाय का लुत्फ़ लेने का लेकिन वो नहीं दिख रही थी कहीं भी, न ही कमरे में  न ही टीवी के सामने। फिर थोड़ी देर बाद वो बाथरूम से निकली और मुझ से बग़ैर नज़र मिलाए बालकनी  में जा कर बैठ गई।  मैं ने सोचा  शायद थक गयी होगी या मन अच्छा नहीं होगा या शायद क्लास मैं  किसी ने कुछ कह दिया होगा। अगर ऐसा था फिर भी मुझे उसके करीब जाना चाहिए था और पूछना चाहिए था, उसके सर को गोद लेकर प्यार से चूमना चाहिए था जो मैंने नहीं किया।  फिर वक़्त आया पिता जी घर आते ही उससे चिपट कर चॉकलेट मांगने की लेकिन आज वो भी नहीं हुआ। गुड़िया  के पिताजी घर आए चुके थे और मैं चाय भी लाकर उनको दे चुकी थी लेकिन कुछ अगर नहीं हुआ था तो वो था मेरे घर की गोरैया का चहकना। यु लग रहा था जैसे घर कि रौनक़ ही ख़तम हो गयी हो, यहाँ कोई रहता ही नहीं हो सिर्फ एक गुड़िया के न चहचहाने से।  उसके पिताजी के पूछने के कारण जब मैं उसे उसके कमरे में  ढूंढने गयी तो उसे  नहीं पाया और उसे पाया तो उसी बालकनी में बैठे हुए जहाँ वो दोपहर को बैठी थी। यानि वो तब से यही बैठी है और मै उसकी ख़बर भी नहीं ली उस वक़्त मुझे अहसास हुआ कि  मैं ने ग़लती कि है उसकी आज कि अनकही कहानी को नज़रअंदाज़ करके।

उसके पिताजी प्यार से उसके सर पे हाथ रखते हुए पूछा ''बेटा क्या हुआ है तुम्हें ? तुम क्यों चुप चाप बैठी हो पापा से चॉकलेट नहीं माँगोगी?''

''पापा स्कूल के  बस ड्राईवर ने मुझसे ………....... । '' इतना कह कर वो रोती हुई  अपने कमरे कि तरफ चली गई और हम  दोनों अवाक् खड़े एक दूसरे को देखते रह गए। 

 A poem: DRAW GREEN VALLEY

 I entered in the weeping and crying valley,
valley of the wounded soul,
valley of the bleeding Himalaya
Once upon a time
this was the healthy green valley
but now it became red valley
after the war with blue body.
Now a days blue became red
The wounded Himalaya is still bleeding
The ghost of the development scratched
flesh of the mountain
The blue body of water pelted stone
over green life of the mountain
so trees are lying like a dead body in the battle field.
Pulled and dragged thousands of soul
washed away thousands of hamlet
erased name and fame of the people
but hope is every where
Painters of the nation came
To draw their green life 

I wrote this poem when I went for need assessment during the disaster in Uttarkashi, Uttarakhand. In the train I wrote half of the poem when I was entering in the Dehradun valley and completed it in Bhagirathi Asharam, Uttarkashi, Uttarakhand on 27^th of July 2103.

MERI MAA : A poem by the words of construction worker children through my pen

मेरी माँ 

अपने अस्तित्व को सुरक्षित लेकर 

जब शाम को घर आती है मेरी माँ 

मेरी नन्ही सी जान को सीने से 

भींच लेती है मेरी माँ 

वो चली जाती है छोड़ कर लेकिन 

रोटी कि अस्तित्व घर लाती है मेरी माँ 

चली जाती है ईंट को ईंट से जोड़ने 

फिर ऊँचे मकान को अस्तित्व देती है मेरी माँ 

सर पे भविष्य के मकान को लिए 

अस्तित्व को बालू में पीस लेती है मेरी माँ 

फिर रात को मेरी बहन के रोने पे 

कितने आँसुओ को पी लेती है मेरी माँ

अब स्वयं के प्रमाण में माँ का न होना 

मेरे आत्मा को रुलाती है मेरी माँ 

बेटा बसा है शिक्षा में अस्तित्व तेरा 

हर रोज़ ये कह जाती थी मेरी माँ  

SUNO BHI, DEKHO BHI KAHO BHI

सुनो भी देखो भी कहो भी 

असरारुल हक़ जीलानी 

 देखा नहीं तुमने जो मैंने कहा, सुना नहीं तुमने जो मैंने किया। अक्सर लोग सुनते हैं तो देखते नहीं और अगर देखते हैं तो सुनते नहीं। शब्दो को सिर्फ सुना ही नहीं जाता बल्कि उसे देखा भी और तोला भी जाता है, चलती फिरती, दौड़ती -भागती, नाचती - गाती हिंसा और अहिंसा कि नगरी को सिर्फ देखा नहीं जाता सुना भी जाता है। दीवारों पे लिखे शब्दो को सिर्फ देखा या पढ़ा नहीं जाता बल्कि सुना भी जाता है क्योंकि दीवारों  को सिर्फ कान ही  नहीं होते बल्कि ज़ुबान भी होता है। 

शब्दो के बारे मैं आपको किस ने कह दिया है कि ये सिर्फ लिखा होता और इसे ज़ुबान या हरकत नहीं होती। दरअसल हमने अपने कानो को ज़ुबानों को कह रखा है कि वही सुनो और वही देखो जो सारी  दुनिया देखती है या जो हम  देखना चाहते है,और वही कहो जो सब कहते हैं ।  हमने वो देखा ही नहीं जो दुनिया कि चलती फिरती बोलती आवाज़ दिखाना चाहती है और हमने वो सुना ही नहीं जो किरदार कि कठपुतली दुनिया के रंगमंच पे कर रहे हैं।  आओ तो सही ज़रा सुनें भी कहें और देखें भी। 

So that India can sing peace song

On Sunday PM Manmohan Singh will fly to Russia and then to China is buzzing news these days for these three country but China whose relation with India have been uneasy. China recently get ready to give two nuclear reactor to Pakistan which is also a big foe of India. On one side India is going for nuclear deal with Russia but neighbor country is already involve in shaking hand for arm and nuclear deal which is a matter of big thought. At the same time Pakistan's action of violating the case fire in Kashmir region is also a big problem for India for which Neighbor country like China should have to intervene in the scene but behind the curtain both are holding their Hands. India defence body and Foreign Policy maker should have work in futuristic manner so that in future the secure India can sing peace song.

 

Need of joint effort to make country green

Plants, trees and forest are the pieces of green soul of the earth as a gift of nature like a loaf for human life without which imagination of existence is out of thought. We are not only breathing because of this greenery but thousands of other activities and needs are being fulfilled by the lending hand of the greenery. Inspite of these great performances of nature, we have harassed and assassinated the soul of the green abode which is amiable property of the earth. Now there is real need of bring the charm back and turn the green body alive and fresh.

In the same land of this country where back breaking effort are being taken to increase forest area, an amazing tradition and bizarre relationship building movement are also going on which have energy to make country green with joint effort. An exemplary village of Bihar, Darhara where people traditionally plants a sapling on the occasion of girl child birth by her name and nourish till it turn to tree. On other hand of the same hand country where recently nature devastated the thousands of hamlets above the mountain, people are engage in a movement headed by Himalayee Paryavaran Siksha Sansthan, Uttarkashi named as Raksha Sutra Andolan. In this movement people binds a ring around the trunk of tree to build a sister brother relationship and people gets ought to save the tree till death.

women are tieing the raksha sutra arounthe tree trunk in Uttarakhand

Think for a while when both traditional revolution which confine to some villages and a Bhagirathi valley movement will come out of their respective zone and walk to the every corner of the country by holding fingers of the environmentalist, then India can become lung of the world. It can only be possible if you, as a unit of this world will welcome it with zeal and zest and prevail other to do the same. If you and your family pledge to plant a tree on the occasion of daughter’s birth and tie a Raksha Sutra around the trunk of the tree on the occasion of the Raksha Bandhan then the area of forest will spurt and reinstate the soul of green world.