#World Urdu

[rouphicc]

"There's no peace... Why seek something in this world that isn't even present here?"

― Umera Ahmed, Aab e Hayat

[midnightorchids]

in another life im putting mustard oil in jason’s hair and calling him meri dunya while we watch old bollywood movies and eat sweet seasonal fruits <3

[inmyworldblr]

Letters in Pakeezah (1972)

[ dir. Kamal Amrohi | d.o.p. Josef Wirsching ]

[urduclassic]

مَیں پیمبر نہ سہی ہُوں تو پیمبر جیسا

مَیں پیمبر نہ سہی ہُوں تو پیمبر جیسا کوئی گھر بھی نہیں ویران مِرے گھر جیسا

اہلِ دل، دل کی نزاکت سے ہیں واقف ورنہ کام لفظوں سے بھی لے سکتے ہیں خنجر جیسا

میری وسعت کا بھی اندازہ بہت مشکل ہے ایک قطرہ ہی سہی، ہُوں تو سمندر جیسا

میں نے اعصاب کو پتھر کا بنا رکھا ہے ایک دل ہے کہ جو بنتا نہیں پتھر جیسا

ہم فقیروں کو کبھی راس نہ آیا ورنہ ہم نے پایا تھا مقدّر تو سکندر جیسا

ساقی امروہوی

[mi-a-mor]

- *looks in the mirror*

- she so ugly bro ohmygod

-*puts on jhumake and a nath and a dupatta on head*

- *looks in the mirror*

- SHE SO PRETTY BRO OHMYGOD 🪞🌸🤎

[localrants]

Faris:

Suniye mohtarma, aaj raat mere sath dinner per chalain gi?

Zumar:

Aap kon?

Faris:

Aapka nikamma, be-rozgaar, 2 logon ka qaatil jail palat shohar jis ne aapki daulat k liye aap se shadi ki thi. 8 baje k booking karwa lun?

Zumar:

Karwa lou. Huh!

Namal by Nemrah Ahmed

[his-heart-hymns]

Today was World Teen Mental Wellness Day. I hope all teens out there are looking after their mental health. I know mental health stuff is overlooked in Desi homes, so many of us are left to handle it alone. But hey, you're not alone. There are tons of us who care about you and have your back. So, if you ever need to talk or vent, our DMs are wide open.Take care, okay?

[theshasays]

Yaadei'n ab tarasti hai har ek yaad ko...

Hum saath the,

Yaad hai tumhe pichhli barsaat ko..!!

— Shafin Khan @theshasays From My Unscripted Notes 2024

[uglyandtraveling]

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[brawley1492]

"Cats pyjamas"

Dates back to the early 20th century

Meaning: excellent, exquisite, of the highest quality, an informal phrase but not slang.

"Pajamas" original spelling now "pyjamas" there is no right or wrong to the spelling!

Derived from the Peruvian and Urdu spelling of the word ... William

[qalbofnight]

Har Lehza Ba Shakal Aan Blink, And There He Was In A Different Form.,

POET JALALUDDIN RUMI

Hamne beparda tujhe maah-jabeen dekh liya

Ab na kar parda ke o parda-nasheen dekh liya

Hamne dekha tujhe aankhon ki siyaah putli mein

Saat pardon mein tujhe parda-nasheen dekh liya

Ham nazar-baazon se tu chhup na saka jaan-e-jahaan

Tu jahaan jaake chhupa hamne vahin dekh liya

Tere deedaar ki thi hamko tamanna, so tujhe

Log dekhenge vahaan, hamne yahin dekh liya

Har lehza ba shakal aan but-e-ayyaar baraamad

Dil burd-o-nihaan shud

Har dam ba libaas-e-deegar aan yaar baraamad

Gah peer-o-javaan shud

Khud kooza-o, khud koozaagar-o, khud gil-e-kooza

Khud rind-e-subu kash

Khud bar sar-e-aan kooza khareedaar baraamad

Bishkast-o ravaan shud

Nai nai ke hamin bood ke mi aamad-o mi raft

Har qarn ke deedum

Ta aaqbat aan shakl-e-arab vaar baraamad

Daara-e-jahaan shud

Rumi sukhane kufr na guftast na goyad

Munkir nashvedash

Kaafir buvad aan kas ke ba inkaar baraamad

Mardood-e-jahaan shud

Notes by scholar Homayra Ziad: 1. Sly beloved or ayyār: An ayyār is a “pious rogue” and Love often appears in this form in Persian Sufi poetry.

2. Many manifestations of Reality: This imagery evokes the infinite manifestations of the Divine Unity. A Qur’anic verse that is often cited by Sufis is: “And God’s in the East and the West. Wherever you turn, there is God’s Face.” (Sura 2:115) All distinctions vanish in the Face of God. This is the central idea evoked by Sachal Sarmast too in the next song. In a similar poem, Kabir says…  In an elephant you became an elephant An ant is just a little you! As an elephant driver you sit on top  the one saying “move along” is you only you! With thieves you become a thief You’re in with the scoundrels too! You’re the one who robs and runs! The cop who nabs you, is you only you! (A song from the oral traditions of Kabir in Malwa in central India, translation by Linda Hess) 3. The broken cup: The broken cup means that no category is absolute, and that divine manifestations are always in a state of flux. The only absolute is God’s essence. 4. “Until one day he emerged…”: A reference to the Prophet (the Perfect Human, insān-i kāmil). 5. Veiling the truth: According to the Persian scholar Mohammad Reza Shafi'i-Kadkani, the last two stanzas were originally: Rumi sokhan-e kofr nagoftast (nagofteh ast) o nagooyad Monker nashavidash Kafir bovad an kas keh be enkar daramad az doozakhian shod

Many thanks to Fereshteh Amanat-Kowssar at Yale University for pointing this out. I have translated the poem based on the original, which makes far more sense than the sung version. Kufr means hiding or covering up, and the word kāfir is used to describe one who “covers up” or denies the truth. Rumi’s words, though apparently blasphemous, are closer to the truth.

[blogbysaif]

" Mard aik bar muhabbat kar le to wo tawaef se bhi nikkah kar sakta hai. Mard kabhi apni pasandida aurat ko kisi aur mard ke liye nahi chhorta hai. Chahe jitni bhi majburiyan hon, wo sabr se lar leta hai, lekin muhabbat ko paa kar hi rehta hai. Aur agar wo majburi zahir kare, to samajh jao, wo muhabbat nahi, dhoka hai. "

From the Pakistani drama Mera Saaein

[islamicjankariblog]

شيخ الإسلام ابن تيميہ رحمہ اللہ نے فرمایا:

"جو شخص بھی دنیا کے احوال پر غور و فکر کرے گا، تو وہ جان لے گا کہ دنیا میں ہر طرح کی بھلائی اللہ کی توحید، اس کی عبادت اور اس کے رسول صلى الله عليہ وسلم کی اطاعت کے سبب ہے، اور دنیا میں ہر طرح کی برائی، فتنہ، آفت، قحط، دشمنوں کا غلبہ اور دیگر برائیاں سب رسول اللہ صلى الله عليہ وسلم کی مخالفت اور غیر اللہ کو پکارنے کی بنا پر ہیں، لہذا جو شخص بھی ان معاملات میں اچھی طرح غور و فکر کرے گا، وہ حقی��تاً یہی وجہ پائے گا"

[مجموع الفتاوى : ٢٥/١٥]

Shaykh al-Islam Ibn Taymiyyah, may God have mercy on him, said:

"Whoever ponders over the state of the world, he will know that all good things in the world are due to the monotheism of Allah, His worship and obedience to His Messenger, peace be upon him, and in the world All kinds of evil, fitnah, calamity, famine, domination of enemies and other evils are all based on opposing the Messenger of Allah, may God bless him and grant him peace, and calling on other than Allah, so whoever will think carefully about these matters. , he will indeed find this cause."

[Majmu al-Fatawa: 25/15]

[grimmshood]

i have thought that maybe my creative endeavors would go well if i did more autobiographical stuff but my life feels just kind of sad and pathetic overall so like -_- bc the more i think about my relationship wrt my identities + culture its like wow . i'm in a kinda shitty middle ground

[urduclassic]

زندہ رہیں تو کیا ہے جو مر جائیں ہم تو کیا

زندہ رہیں تو کیا ہے جو مر جائیں ہم تو کیا دنیا سے خامشی سے گزر جائیں ہم تو کیا

ہستی ہی اپنی کیا ہے زمانے کے سامنے اِک خواب ہیں جہاں میں بِکھر جائیں ہم تو کیا

اب کون منتظر ہے ہمارے لیے وہاں شام آ گئی ہے لوٹ کے گھر جائیں ہم تو کیا

دِل کی خلش تو ساتھ رہے گی تمام عمر دریائے غم کے پار اُتر جائیں ہم تو کیا

منیرؔ نیازی

[poems-from-around-the-world]

A Woman Is Laughing - Fahmida Riaz - Pakistan

Translator: Ankita Saxena (Urdu)

Under the singing watch of a rocky mountain a woman is laughing. No fame, no money but bold with the guts of a free body: a woman laughing.

In all the world’s temples, you will not hear the lush tremor of a woman laughing. In the market of all treasures, you will not find the baby balm of a woman laughing. This rare narcotic she bears so freely cannot be captive, sold.

Come then, become breeze. In the wild valley, lapping her face with kisses – hair flying long and loose, wind’s daughter is singing alongside the wind: a woman is laughing.