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Quaid’s Pakistan they say, but who is Quaid, and where is Pakistan?
The clock keeps ticking as I write. It is December 24th 2015, almost the end of another year, another year ready to go down in history, stories of which we will be telling our children tomorrow. Sixty eight years it has been since a nation stood up for a cause, sixty eight years it has been since hundreds and thousands of people fought alongside one another for a homeland. They all fought for the same purpose, they all were hungry to breathe the free air. That nation strived for a place where everyone could enjoy their rights in tranquility.

It is true that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, an ignorant man would sit idle for an hour in a garden full of flowers, where as a poet would write a whole poem on how blessed he is for the colors and beauty of nature that surrounds him. In the same way, these words are merely words if you fail to extract the meanings out of them, and the meanings will be understood by only those who carry a vision.
These concepts are sensitive and demand great consideration.

A man once lived whose eyes of the heart were opened, his name was Quaid-e-Azam Muhammad Ali Jinnah. The visionary that he was knew what change people could bring if they stood together for one cause for he was an eye witness of the change itself. Pakistan was never won by Pathans, Punjabis, Balochis, or Sindhis; it was won by a group of people who fought together as one against the tyranny of the oppressors. The Quaid that we remember only two or three days a year now for public purposes, emphasized greatly on the importance of unity and the fruits it brings.  Unfortunately, we made our paths our destiny, and those who followed a different path were all declared wrong, though the destiny was the same for everyone. We all were headed to the same place, we all wanted to go to heaven, all the people were working for the betterment of the country in their own unique ways but we failed to understand this. With time people began to form ethnocentric groups without thinking the disasters it was bringing with itself. We tore apart this Quaid’s Pakistan with our own hands. We are weak now because we are divided into many sects, groups, divisions and sub divisions.

Pakistan was not just created as a free country, it was created for the preservation of Islamic ideology as well, and it was made in the name of Islam. Now, there are Muslims everywhere but Islam is found nowhere, and why not, we are Muslims by birth, not by heart. Blinded by the curtains of ignorance, people fail to understand Islam, its modernism and how it is the best way to live a life. The reason is simply being the infinite distractions and never ending illusions that we all fall prey for. Religion is a way of life, and Islam without a doubt is the best religion. No book on life, ethics, self learning, motivation, justice, science can outrun the teachings of Islam. After being evaluated and tested at every single level, Islam is presently the only religion in the world that is worth following. Only those who read learn, and think can understand this, the eyes of the rest are covered with blindfolds. Problem is, we are not ready to learn, we don’t want to. The sad part is, we hide ourselves from the truth when we literally have the power to change the whole world. It was for a reason that Allama Iqbal said that the vision of a believer can change the fate of thousands. It is not wrong to say that we have forgotten who we are, we have forgotten the purpose of our lives, we have forgotten everything and yet we call this land Quaid’s Pakistan which is nothing but a half forgotten memory of the person who created it.

A pen was declared as a weapon against a sword, a pen which when held by the educated can change the course of stream that the world is flowing on. No wonder education is of prime importance, but our concepts of life and its realities are so weak that we simply take education as a purpose of income now, no more than that. The education on which all the great leaders in the world emphasized was not this, the education which they stressed upon was the education that differs a human from an animal.  It is funny how we cannot read 10-20 pages of a book everyday when we can waste hours on the social media websites. We have distanced ourselves from knowledge as if it is a disease. Yes, education is much more than holding a degree and getting paid for it. Education is the foundation of greatness. Education makes ordinary humans great humans.  Education is what makes a difference but we are far away from understanding this.
It is not like we don’t have great minds in our country, we do, but those minds are covered by the clouds of ignorance, and of darkness. It is absolutely wrong to say that a person like Quaid-e-Azam cannot be born again; it is not like God created one man and one man only. Many leaders have born, so much have they contributed, were they super humans?  No, they simply combined their intellect with loyalty, commitment, courage and hard work. They were honest.
Hence by ignoring education, we dug another pit for ourselves, created another disappointment for the Quaid who expected from us, so much for Quaid’s Pakistan.

So easy it is to complain about each and everything, so easy it is to accuse everyone for everything. We say that the governance is bad, the parties are corrupt, but are we ourselves loyal to our country? Think.
I guess the only difference between us and the people ruling us is that they have authority and we lack it, nothing else. We are all corrupt at our own level, so why blame others when we are not righteous ourselves. Negative are our thoughts, away from the positivity we live, and always ready to humiliate others. The thought of doing something good and purposeful simply never crosses our mind.
Most crimes are social crimes; those who commit them are usually deprived of their basic rights and necessities. We are ready to donate, give charities, impose law and order but we cannot give people their rights. We can mourn for the victims, we can feel bad about the tragedies but we cannot stand up, step forward and do something to eliminate the cause of that incident. Our women are deprived of their basic rights, we feel sorry for them but we cannot do anything for them, too much for promoting equality I presume. The great Quaid put a lot of stress on women empowerment, if it was his Pakistan, it would surely be a different situation right now. We create crimes ourselves, we create criminals ourselves, and this is certainly not what Quaid wanted.

Yes, this is not Quaid’s Pakistan and certainly not the Pakistan he would have dreamed of. Now the choice is ours, we can keep it that way or we can raise our lives and standards to transform ourselves and this homeland.
Change yourself first not the society. In trying to do big things and become great humans, we miss out on keeping ourselves humans, humans love, humans care, we should do too.
Remember, if you change today, ten more people will join you tomorrow, hundred more will follow the day after as well.  Honestly, it all starts at the individual level. To correct ourselves, we first need to know that we are wrong. We first have to admit that we are in slavery, only then can we free ourselves. Then combine all the traits of leadership within ourselves; be brave, be honest, be truthful, be hardworking, be knowledgeable, and above all be good Muslims.
Find yourself in the shadows of darkness; know yourself and all that you are capable of. You can set fire to the whole world if you just find yourself. For once, get tired of letting down all those who had hopes in you, who called the youth as the definers of future. Read books, learn new things every day, your time is limited, spend it in doing things that matter.
Stay alive to make a difference, and don’t just breathe.
Fight, fall, and rise again.
I wish if I happen to write on 24th December 2016 again, my views have changed.

Submitted By: Fahad Asif For Beyond Sanity Publishing

Secured 1st prize

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Pakistan, at its inception, was a beautiful reality to millions of dreams. It was a heaven or in the very least a refuge from hell. It lived in the imagination of its founders: this breathtaking example of perfection where peace would prevail and love would be bountiful. Unfortunately, the Pakistan sixty seven years after the death of Quaid e Azam is not what his Pakistan was supposed to be.

The first national quality Quaid kept advocating for was ‘unity’. His Pakistan was meant to be united through all of its sorrows and ecstasies. Today however, the divisions amongst us are spectacular. We are one nation brutally divided into provincial entities, religious sects, social castes and financial ranks. Then these fake identities define and shape entire lives of our people. These deliberately created and meticulously maintained barriers create an excellent opportunity for applying the famous formula of ‘divide and rule’ bringing in countless national vices and paving ways for frequent disasters. Traitors in every possible disguise exploit our differences on a routine level and this leads to further disunity. Even our educational institutions proudly pose with categories in terms of the quality of education provided being directly related to the social class of the people interested. The situation has become so desperate that differences in our political interests can put ‘mutual patriotism’ to rest. Our nation never really started thinking as one and so we failed at Quaid’s advice of unity.

His second primal motto was ‘faith’. This faith can then be understood in a variety of meanings. It could either be faith in each other, faith in oneself, faith in our country as a whole or most importantly, faith in Allah Almighty. Not surprisingly, we have magnificently failed at every single one of these interpretations. In Pakistan it is a common trend to pull their legs if they come in your way. Patience and coexistence are seriously lacking in our society with practical demonstrations everyday on busy roads and all the way to law making assemblies. Despair and low sense of self have also found a comfortable abode in our society as faith in our own selves diminishes quickly. Or maybe it never really existed in the first place. The faith that we have in our country is clearly evident from the amount of brain drain our nation has to suffer from. The fact that people run away from Pakistan the first chance they get is the sad reality of today. Moreover, the Pakistani nation has gradually swayed from its ideology so much that right now we stand at a point where belief in Allah could very easily be the only factor keeping the few patriots sane. Sadly, our nation could not adhere to Quaid’s second advice of faith either.

The third golden rule our Quaid left behind was ‘discipline’. His Pakistan should have been a dignified civilization upholding discipline and quality management in all its affairs. This dream became another one that could not be turned into reality. The factor which happens to be behind this trauma is the weakness of state institutes in direct implementation of the laws of the land. A common Pakistani man cannot be expected to even follow the traffic rules; what to say of disciplined behavior in other more serious matters. Discipline is taught to some extent in schools but one peek into adult Pakistani life reveals it all as a hoax. Feudal lords posing as politics have found their way into legal and judicial system of the country making implementation of discipline virtually impossible. Situation has worsened to such an extent that the only national institution that belongs to our nation and is still known for discipline happens to be the army. Even Pakistan’s state institutes cannot claim to be as disciplined as they ought to be. Thus another one of Quaid’s rules is broken everyday in a country that was supposed to be his Pakistan.

Quaid e Azam left behind a legacy guided by his all time famous tip for his nation to ‘work, work and work’. This Pakistan seems to have forgotten that lesson of continuous toil and devoted hard work as well. In a nation devoid of nationalism where politics is a means of playing with people’s needs to attain power and where the powerful can eat up the weak whenever he wants, however he wants; where corruption prevails and the honest have to pay for their honesty; where anyone can procure a shortcut to worldly success and power, no one wants to work as hard as Quaid would have wanted him to. Today our students do not work hard because it is too easy to bribe or cheat their way to excellent grades. Our state employees do not work hard whether they are teachers, law enforcement officials or even clerks in state offices only because their accountability does not exist and sincerity directly leads them to doom. Ironically, even people who do work hard are unconcerned with the purpose of the endless exertion that Quaid stood for. In Quaid’s Pakistan, our hard work and efforts were supposed to be meant for creation of a better future for our country and rather unluckily, we have failed him yet again.

However, even though our past does not portray the most pleasant sight; our future could still be as bright as the sun. Although we acknowledge that this is not what Quaid’s Pakistan must have looked like, we also need to realize that it still can be turned into something even Quaid would be proud of. Our nation needs a unifying point, something to hold onto that gives them faith and finally a strong leader who disciplines them and inculcates hard work as a national quality. Nonetheless, the main requirement that rests within the core of all things needed is the medicine of ‘hope’. Every individual has to become his own leader envisioning Quaid’s Pakistan in his mind’s eye and then following the rules laid out by the great man himself to attain the Pakistan he wanted.

 

Submitted By: Hafiza Noor.ul.Ain, Author of The Youth Of Pakistan

Secured 2nd Position

 I opened my eyes on 14th august 1947, with hopes sky high but as the years have gone by blisters of torment burst over, bleeding over my face an agony that the years have showered upon me. I was twisted and torn to be made one yet when I was united, differences sprouted amidst me and what remained was taken apart, bit by bit until nothing but hatred dwells in the hearts of those who inhabit my soil. Those who swell here are united on the same soil yet rifted by imaginary borders; lines on dirt that were drawn not to demarcate but to divide. My name is Pakistan and I am a grotesque distortion of Quaid’s dream.

I cannot describe the seething agony I feel when I see rivers of blood down streets , erasing chalked hopscotch gas it flows. As my loss, is plastered upon TV screens all over the world, as labels of ‘terrorists’ and ‘extremists’ are chanted, a million fingers pointed and only a handful of mischief makers taboo the entire nation. Our country bleeds in name of cast and creed, and in name of greed and blood-lust, in mosques , and in schools and it bleeds until its veins run dry. We are being murdered on a massive scale, be it our bodies or our souls, we are dying.

I’ll introduce to you, the ways of the people that dwell upon this land.

Burn and drag them on the streets, if only they do not chant the same slogan as thee. Watch them writhe about in pain, for their agony is your ticket to heaven.

Kill them they are not of your beliefs for they are infidels and what we have been taught about infidels? To slit their throats and bathe in their blood. To wreak down their religious places, to wreak havoc at their processions. For that is what our religion of ‘peace’ has taught us, isn’t it?

We bomb, we fire, we shed innocent blood, Oh wait, they are as guilty as they could be! Don’t you see they follow not the Islam that we see it to be! We will punish them for being born into this land of gore. Where not even a child is safe, as plummeting into their homes, comes a stray drone.

If not enough than lets go into madrasas, where terrorists are bred in the name of Lord. Their brains are washed out, picked and brined. Until they are nothing but mere robots, that strap themselves on to a jacket and with the chant ‘Allah Hu Akbar” they go ablaze, along with them a hundred lives. Ironic is it that Allah Hu Akbar, Allah is the Greatest is chanted as lives of his very creation is taken, as mass murder is committed.

So dear fellow beings, I say this out loud and clear ,woe to those who call them our ‘leaders’ and in time of need their eyes turn dim and ears fall deaf.

Their masses are bleeding away, their hopes shattered as their beloved leaders sit about on lush leather sofas, with their bellies bloated as a dying child lights up on their LCD screen as they hastily change the channel. Ahh better now, a reality show from the states. A lot better than the ‘reality’ that hits them in the face once they exit their luxurious mansions as people exist who earn less than 2$ per day in the very country where dogs are fed 200$ foods.

“Close your eyes, and they will go” For the poor are nothing but an infestation. They believe not in the end of poverty but to cease the existence of the poor.

We are caught in an endless cycle, a Pandora’s box of corruption

Clutch your hearts as what I am about to tell might chill your soul, the horrendous reality of how corruption has sown its seeds so deep that even sisters are sold on markets. Meat markets as such are inhabiting in every nook and cranny of every neighborhood. Women, in our country are the subject to avid domestic and sexual harassment yet the authorities do they part by turning deaf ears. Such is our land of the pure,that daughters of Hawwa dance as sons of Adam lick them with their sticky eyes

What are we, if not lost souls. As our minds are never freed from the chaos of the belly. A hungry man, you see, can never think anything astray from food. So how are we to think beyond, when our hearts lay confined in the dilemmas of our lives. Living in our own bubbles of solace, we run in a haze as they are popped. Like zombies, latched on to an invisible thread in our lust for more  gnawing at our conscience, we skip aimlessly, from day to day until we die and in our graves we lay, taking with u nothing but  sheer regret.

The truth stares us like a naked bulb in the harsh light,  shocking as it may seem and woe be upon me for voicing these words but the truth is that Quaid’s soul must be truly disappointed at our plight, for this was not the Pakistan, The land of the pure he had strived his life for. We are lost beings, following blindly our lust for more, and in the end we all fall into a bottomless pit of self-loathing and wallow. The slogan of unity, faith and discipline is lost somewhere between the lust for more and the regret for none.

Submitted by: Hadiya Rehman From Riphah University

3rd Prize Winner

Photo From The book,  “The Youth Of Pakistan”

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Happy New Year Everyone!
Lets start this year with some prizes, shall we?
Winners will be featured in #BeyondSanityPublishing website irumzahra.wordpress.com and #Anthology this year in #June !
They will also get cash prizes, 2000, 1500 and 1000 respectively from #JosheJunoon
All remaining articles will be published online and given a certificate.
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Hey Everyone.
I am very happy to announce that in a short time, we received over 23 articles on the topic and we have chosen top 10 and forwarded to our jury.
Me, Writer, Publisher
Samana Riaz, J.E.J
Asghar Abbas, Internationally published writer
And Hafiza Noor.ul.Ain, Writer of The Youth Of Pakistan, International writer
And we will be announcing the best three on Dec, 31st
Top 10 will get certificates and their articles will be published on my website and top 3 will get cash prizes, 2000, 1500 and 1000 along with certificate and submission of their articles in Beyond Sanity Publishing anthology next year in June.
Will update the details soon!

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Josh e Junoon in collaboration with Beyond Sanity Publishing is organizing an online article writing competition on the topic
“Is this Quaid’s Pakistan”
Total words : 1000
Last date of submission: 24th December 2015 till 12am night.
Email at: joshejunoon2012@gmail.com
Its an open invitation for all.anyone can submit it.
Top 10 articles will be published by Beyond Sanity Publishing company and first three positions will be awarded by money prizes.
Rs. 2000 for 1st position
Rs. 1500 for 2nd position Rs. 1000 for 3rd position

Certificates will be awarded to all top 10 selected article writers.

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