Song sung by Rafi posted and translated by ranu

Knowledge of religion

Is the cause of feuds

God created humans,

Man divided them into

Hindus and Muslims,

As long as a child

Is unaware of religion,

He will become a good human.

Knowledge of religion

among humans has

produced a divisive world

A newborn child cannot

be blamed as long as

he stays human

God created One universe,

Man divided it  into

Bharat and Iran

Faith does not teach hatred

It does not teach to crush the weak

A temple that has no Quran

cannot be a place of worship

A mosque without a Geeta,

Is not a place of worship

those who claim they are faithful

and pious are selling the country

They live in palaces,

they are infidels and looters

All you innocent children

you will teach humanity

to these liars and thugs!

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#Shaping Your Story, Week Three

#Shaping Your Story,   Week Three

In my week two #shaping your story, I wrote about Ramadan and the day after. It’s the day when fasting is over and Muslims all over the world celebrate by having a feast with friends and family.

I got an invitation to attend the dinner to celebrate Eid after a month of fasting. when the time for me came to get dressed and visit the friend’s house, a telephone call changed everything, our good friend of many years suddenly passed away. The invitation did not take place. It was time to visit his family to give them moral support.

I think the angle that illustrates my story is why my dinner invitation did not take place.

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hindi song, posted and translated by ranu

Life is a puzzle!

What kind of riddle is life

Sometimes it makes us laugh 

and at times it makes us sad.

Sometimes our heart is unaware

Of following our dreams

One day the traveller of dreams

will leave ahead of dreams to the unknown

Those who decorated the Fair

Did so after facing sorrow and happiness

These are humans who chose silence

This is how they leave to the unknown alone,

What Kind Of Riddle Is Life!

#Shaping Your Story : Week Two

#Shaping Your Story : Week Two

The Invitation!

Friday fifteenth was Eid-al Fitr, a celebration by Muslims all over the world a day when Ramadan is over, it’s time to celebrate.

One of my friends invited me for Friday but  I could not make it so I asked the hostess if it’s all right for me to go and see her family and her mom on Saturday. She was gracious and said, ‘We’d love to see you on Saturday and we’d love you to have dinner with us.’

I was happy I’d  wish them, ‘Eid Mubarak,’ we’d  spend the evening with them.

Saturday morning I asked my daughter to drop me off at the friend’s house, she agreed but told me she couldn’t stay for dinner, she already had other plans. I said, ‘it’s all right I’ll let them know.’

Since Friday I kept thinking what will I take for the family, perhaps something from Costco, but I wasn’t quite happy taking sweet stuff.

Saturday morning I did my usual stuff like cleaning the kitchen and my room, at the same time wondering what will I wear, I kept the thought to rest and calmed myself saying, ‘I have plenty of clothes, I’ll pick one, it’s not a big deal.

In the afternoon I went to the mall with my daughter, she had some cards to buy while I waited for her. I sat on a bench and said, ‘I must take something with me, instantly I thought of Sugar Mama, a bakery store, it’ll be great to buy their impressive cupcakes for the family.’

I told Selina about my plan, she agreed it is the best gift for them.

We got out from the mall away we went to, “Sugar Mama,” picked a dozen cupcakes, before I got into the car, Selina said,  ‘Mom you better carry these on your lap I’m afraid to leave them at the back.’

On our way home for some reason I bent over to get the mail, so I won’t forget, while doing it I shook the cupcakes a bit and the ones on top had the icing ruined. My daughter was furious why I thought of the mail at that time. I remained calm thinking our hostess would forgive me for this.

We came home left the cupcakes in the porch, while I quickly washed and got ready for my prayer. When I was in the bathroom I heard the phone, immediately I had an ominous feeling that this was a call which will give me bad news. 

I shook off my negative feeling, said my prayer. I then checked who called, the number was unfamiliar,  I didn’t know if it was for me or was it a wrong number.

I picked up the receiver what I heard completely baffled me, she apologized for cancelling the invitation, said,   ‘Auntie  Uncle Rahman had a stroke, he is dead!’

I could not help thinking,   “Man Proposes God disposes,”   Mr. Rahman was a very good friend of our family!

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Tagore song,posted and translated by ranu

After many translations of Tagore’s songs and poems, I finally realize, it’s not enough that I am a Bengali, and can claim I understand his poems and his songs. There’s something missing in my translation. The fact that I’m not a Philosopher, therefore I am unable to create the philosophic angle of his song lyrics. Today I’ll make an attempt, hoping I truly comprehend what Tagore is telling us.

This song is in the form of a dialogue between nature and our feelings.

Cloud says, I shall go

Night says I am leaving

Ocean says the shore is found

I do not exist

Sorrow says I stay quiet

as a sign of his feet

I say I only want to give away

I want nothing more

Earth says you have the

welcome garland

Sky says you have

thousands of lights

Love says age after age

I stay awake for you

Death says I sail your life boat!

The question is who do you think

they are talking to?

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Shaping Your Story

Ramadan

Ramadan is  a fasting month that comes once a year. This year we started it on May 16th. Not all Muslims around the world started it on the same day. We were given a calendar from the local mosque, according to them, we were to start on the date I mentioned, regardless of the fact that others started a day later.

A month before  fasting, I got an eerie feeling will I successfully begin and end the month?

June is a long month for fasting in our city, we finish eating by 3 AM and continue until sunset, at this time, food or drink is not allowed.

So far I managed to fast nineteen days and I hope I’ll continue until it’s over.

Each morning I read the Quran after I finish eating. It reminds me I’m only here for a short while, the real place is hereafter. I try to think back if I have accumulated enough good deeds to get a place where I will not face any hardship.

It doesn’t matter what I think,   it’s up to God who decides our fate.

Fasting is one of the good deeds, I hope I can complete it  successfully this month without problems!

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BRAINCHILD

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