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Showing posts with label #IndiaWithPakistan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #IndiaWithPakistan. Show all posts

Thursday, 15 January 2015

Then Peshawar ... Now Charlie Hebdo

Dear Sehr,

Happy New Year! As I wish you lots of prosperity and happiness for the new year 2015, I am amazed by the contradictions in my wish. I am wishing for you to be happy but am quite well aware that the circumstances around us are so gloomy that happiness is a distant reality. Events in December last year and now in the beginning of the new year are not at all 'happy'. I was quite moved by the letter that you wrote to me after the attack in Peshawar. On the day of the attack, I had just landed in Delhi from a multi-cultural experience in Nepal where me and my South Asian friends promised to work in solidarity for peace. What an irony, right? At first I could not comprehend the magnitude of what at happened, I turned numb as I saw images of the massacre in the news. What kind of a world do we live in? Violence, killings, massacres and murders have become news - sometimes it moves and sometimes it doesn't, depending on who was affected. At that point of time, when I saw images of children and their parents, pictures of blood in the school and the sense of chaos in Pakistan, I did not know how to react. I had come back from experiencing something totally different. For the past two weeks in Nepal, I was busy bonding with my South Asian friends, living in an ideal, peaceful and cooperative world I guess (that does not exist in reality). The attack was a bolt from the blue. It shook me from the inside core of my heart. When I saw the news on television, I felt as if the dreams, ideas and seeds that we had built and sowed over the past two weeks were shattered. This was a blow to our dreams and all that we stood for. Then, there was an outpour of solidarity notes and messages not just from Indian and Pakistani friends but also from other South Asian counterparts. Even the director of the program sent across a solidarity note. This was healing and reassuring. We were no more together but surely we were bonded by commonality of ideas and goals in the sub-continent. What was also peculiar was that on the last day of the programme, we watched the Nobel Peace prize award ceremony and heard both Malala and Satyarthi speak about the importance of education and child rights. Peshawar was a gruesome reminder that education and rights of children in both India and Pakistan are matters that should be given utmost attention by both people and governments in power. It was heartening to see Pakistanis cheer for Satyarthi and Indians cheer for Malala. Bright moment that I remember from the amazing time I had at the programme.

Salute to the brave children of Army Public School, Peshawar

The world had not even recovered from the Peshawar attack and the images of innocent school children were still afresh, when 12 people were killed at the office of French magazine Charlie Hebdo. And what was their crime? Their crime was offending few people by drawing cartoons! Like Peshawar, I saw images of the Charlie Hebdo attack on TV and again was struck at what actually was happening to this place called 'earth' where we are living??? I mean it has become so easy to kill, to take a gun and shoot, and murder and go on a rampage and then proudly claim that this was done for protecting 'our' God!!! Is God so weak that he needs protection? And that too through the use of violence and murder? God surely doesn't need the kind of a protection, honour and respect in which innocent children and brave journalists are killed. He would despise it for sure. I got so curious about the work of this magazine that I read many articles on its work. I found them to be quite brave and forthcoming since they lampooned all religions. Their ideas were against extremism in religion, and not religion itself. I wonder what offended the attackers? There is a raging debate going on about freedom of express and its limits in context of the attack on Charlie Hebdo. But I am convinced that though freedom of expression does come with limits and responsibilities, you do not have the license to kill someone if you don't agree with their views or feel hurt by them. There is always a possibility for rationale debate and argument. Are we losing out on it gradually by giving way to 'action and reaction' formula. I would love to have your response on this, especially in the case of both Peshawar and Charlie Hebdo.

I loved the poem that you wrote in the last post. It was written with all your heart, and trust me, I could sense your pain, the anguish that you felt. I have shared it across my network and I feel compelled now to write something creative in response to the violence that has plagued the world. Words, are after all, an outlet for one's emotions. I want to experience a sense of release and relief and feel that at this point in time, only writing can offer me that. Every time a heinous incident happens, we see hashtags like #IndiawithPakistan, #JeSuisCharlie trending. This is a good way to show solidarity and I am all for it. But now we have to move beyond these hashtags and come out more vocally against extremism in all religions. Though the nature of both the events was different, the roots are the same i.e. a sense of superiority, a feeling that my God is better than yours and you have no right to insult my God, if you don't accept my God ... you are not worthy to live in this world. These kind of associations with religion are a reason why religion has become a 'soft tool' for terrorists around the world. We have to reclaim our religions from anybody who is misusing and maligning them. If we as moderates cannot stand up for our own faith, then we have no right to blame extremists for the misuse of religious ideology. I believe that time has also come for us moderates to bring religious teachings into the mainstream and let the young generation learn the true message of religion. Religion is an inseparable part of our life and we have to live with this fact. We must not let a handful of people take our religion hostage to extremist ideologies and actions. I hope that through this peace project we have taken baby steps towards this path and will continue even after the project formally ends because our commitment to peace is what brought us together in the first place.


Is the pen mightier than the sword? Long live freedom of expression

This year has not started on a good and hopeful note, but we can only wish and work for peaceful times ahead. This is our lifetime endeavour and any Peshawar and Charlie Hebdo cannot stop us from surging ahead in what is our life ... Our life is peace, it will be peace.

Signing off on a disillusioned note,

Yours

Nidhi Apa

Tuesday, 23 December 2014

16/12- #IndiaWithPakistan

Dear Apa,

It always extends to be a long era since I catch up here and I apologize, I do confess that I am sometimes really bad at keeping my life at a balance. You will be surprised to know that I'm no more in Lahore while writing this post but back in my home. Our University had to announce Winter Holidays before our finals that were to happen due to prevailing security threats in the country and to the educational institutions and I had to catch up the flight of next day to return home. These past days have been quite unexpected days of my life. 16/12 proved to 9/11 for Pakistan and sighs, sighs, we cannot even properly get out of it. Probably, we never ever will be the same after Peshawar Massacre. It snatched the soul out of our bodies. We always saw flowers on the dead bodies, never did we see the dead bodies of flowers. Flowers so innocent, so delicate, so unique. Unique in their stories and their fragrance. I've been writing and writing but the first instance when I read the news, I stood still in a shock with no words. Silence prevailed. I swear, it actually happened. I cannot imagine what happened, what those parents went through, I cannot imagine. It's like dying but not being able to die. The worst of wounds anyone could inflict upon us.
I didn't know how I felt. I was so angry and so frustrated at the same time. I cried. And I was so hurt. I didn't know what to do of this slow bursting in tears and tapping my pen into something, I opened it up and wrote something. I pushed myself to write something, and all the words that I could actually pile up on that paper were these to which I titled as 'Apne bikhre khayalat ka bikhra izhaar':

Likh likh k thak gaye hain sab,
Parne lagi hai madam kalam ki roshnai,
Lahoo ka jism se hai rishta aisaa,
Lekin aik nayaa itihaaz rachne laga hai ye dekho kesaa,
Bagair bhi jee lete hain hamare watan k ye anokhe sipaayi,
Junoon ka aik naya silsilaa kharaa honey laga dekho kesa,
Ye aansoon ki kataaren, ye Qabron ki kami,
Itni mehngi ye matti, aur itna sasta ye khoon
Kis tarah sameten, kis kis ko sambhalen,
Hum sab hee dhoob rahe hain inn aansoon k jharan main,
Itne masoomon ki cheekhein, itne asaatzaa ki dars o tadrees,
Unn ki aankhon main mazloomiyat phir bhi gharon main toofan bhara
Yahan tau sab hee dete hain jaanon ka nazrana
Kese bhool paayen ge hum unn phoolon ki muskaratein,
Dekho thakte nahn wo hevaan bhujaate bhujaate
Kitne diye bhujaayegen?
Hum din main sooraj ki roshni hain,
Hum raat ko jugnoo ka halkaa hain,
Iss mulk k saaye taaley, hum marr mitne ko zinda hain
Kesi jang hai ye, kesa waqt hai
Lahoo k khel ko banaa dia hai khidmat e insaaniyat
Aey watan, pyaare watan, tu hai aur hum hain,
Hai kesi ye uljhan, hai kesa ye zulm, hai kesi ye jhaariyat
Hum sab kitne bikhre hain aaj, phir bhi saath hain,
Hum aik hain, hum aik hain aaj

After completing it, I wanted to write and never stop. But, I'd to go attend the vigil in university. Every eye was wet, every face was sad. Pakistan couldn't still digest what just happened to it. But, when I came online I saw, Kirthi Apa sending this voice note which told us about this trend #IndiaWithPakistan and I saw quite large number of Indians coming out in support of Pakistan in this tragedy and through this post, I also want to Thank you India for their support and love. It felt more than just good. It touched us. Quite honestly, this project has taught me a lot about peace. It has taught me what I'm to me and what others are to me and what peace is to us. It has made me realize what I wanted to do in my life. I confess, hereby, that this project instilled me this passion for activism in every aspect and because of it, after this incident I took one of the quite small yet independent decisions of my life. It was to go on a walk of silent protest with my University without calling home and telling them that I was going. Why did I do this? It wasn't that I didn't bother about them, It wasn't either because my Parents wouldn't let me go out after this incident, it was because I knew that my Parents would support me in this and guess what? They were proud after hearing this.
Apa, that day I cried a lot like everyone else and I couldn't sleep for days. One of the reasons to it was that all the lives that were lost, I saw them as my brothers. I have two brothers who study in an army boarding school, what more could tear me apart when I saw this happening. God forbidden, it could happen to anyone. All those faces were not unknown to me, I felt they being very close to me. I felt they being my part because we are Pakistan and I'm them, they were me, we all are one. My point here to make is that we are all trained for this, we all know what could happen to us, my Dad still after this incident didn't mind me coming home on a coach.

What makes me even more sad these days is this helplessness. I regret coming back home, I wish I could go to Peshawar. I long to meet those all whose sons, daughters, relatives gave blood for this nation. Peace, I wish I can go and take a message of peace to soothe their pain, that I never can. These wounds are so deep and fresh. Let them remain this way because they will keep instilling in us this passion to do something, to play our part in peace, to play our part in this war. This life seems a debt which I never can pay back but at least, I can try.
And my rest of the life, I shall use for this purpose. I shall live for it. I shall die for it. Peace is my message. Peace is for Pakistan. Peace is for India. We all need Peace and not war. 
Give peace a chance, pretty please, pretty please!

Love
Sehr