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A small wish to change the world

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Dear Friends,

I would like to share my thoughts through the thinkersforum. I have written the below article.

Article: A small wish to change the world!

Each one of us earns for self and for family; how about everyone thinking beyond their own little world. There are people in this world who are poor, homeless, living on the streets. If each one of us develops a sense of responsibility towards them, it will make a great difference. It is usually a small portion of the society that is impoverished. The larger portion of the society can develop a system, a culture where every individual earns not just for self but also for the unfortunate few in the society. A small regular donation from every individual throughout the nation can end the curse of poverty. The surplus funds can be used to educate them and to break the vicious circle of poverty.
The education systems should be such that every child goes to school and the teachings should include lessons on building moral values, spreading kindness and love. Teachings like do not even harm an animal. The heart filled with kindness and love should only know to bow, not to pull an arrow.
And then the only other thing that needs to be changed is the way we “THINK!”, it is all that makes the difference. The major cause of all the worldly sorrows comes from here, from the way we think and we have seen it time and again: gender inequality, female foeticide, caste, creed, religion, race differences, homosexuality is crime, sex is a taboo, untouchability, people against love, corruption and so on.
If we could bring this change and develop a truly liberal society, we can end all sufferings and create a world full of happiness for everyone!.

Thank you.

Amit Hiroji
Mumbai, India

Modern progressive URDU poetry

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Modern progressive URDU poetry
*کرو،،،، حُسنِ یار کا تذکرہ*
*تمہیں کیا پڑی ہے کہ رات دن*
*کہو،،،،،، حاکموں کو بُرا بھلا*
*تمہیں،،، فکرِ عمرِ عزیز ہے*
*تو نہ حاکموں کو خفا کرو*
*جو امیرِ شہر کہے تُمہیں*
*وہی شاعری میں کہا کرو*
*کوئی واردات کہ دن کی ہو*
*کوئی سانحہ کسی رات ہو*
*نہ امیرِ شہر کا زکر ہو*
*نہ غنیمِ وقت کی بات ہو*
*کہیں تار تار ہوں،، عصمتیں*
*میرے دوستوں کو نہ دوش دو*
*جو کہیں ہو ڈاکہ زنی اگر*
*تو نہ کوتوال کا،،،،، نام لو*
*کسی تاک میں ہیں لگے ہُوئے*
*میرے جاں نثار،،،،، گلی گلی*
*ہیں میرے اشارے کے مُنتظر*
*میرے عسکری میرے لشکری*
*جو تُمہارے جیسے جوان تھے*
*کبھی،،، میرے آگے رُکے نہیں*
*انہیں اس جہاں سے اُٹھا دِیا*
*وہ جو میرے آگے جُھکے نہیں*
*جنہیں،، مال و جان عزیز تھے*
*وہ تو میرے ڈر سے پِگھل گئے*
*جو تمہاری طرح اُٹھے بھی تو*
*اُنہیں بم کے شعلے نگل گئے*
*میرے جاں نثاروں کو حُکم ہے*
*کہ،،،،،، گلی گلی یہ پیام دیں*
*جو امیرِ شہر کا حُکم ہے*
*بِنا اعتراض،، وہ مان لیں*
*جو میرے مفاد کے حق میں ہیں*
*وہی،،،،،،، عدلیہ میں رہا کریں*
*مجھے جو بھی دل سے قبول ہوں*
*سبھی فیصلے،،،،،،، وہ ہُوا کریں*
*جنہیں مجھ سے کچھ نہیں واسطہ*
*انہیں،،،، اپنے حال پہ چھوڑ دو*
*وہ جو سرکشی کے ہوں مرتکب*
*انہیں،،،،، گردنوں سے مروڑ دو*
*وہ جو بے ضمیر ہیں شہر میں*
*اُنہیں،،،، زر کا سکہ اُچھال دو*
*جنہیں،،،،، اپنے درش عزیز ہوں*
*اُنہیں کال کوٹھڑی میں ڈال دو*
*جو میرا خطیب کہے تمہیں*
*وہی اصل ہے، اسے مان لو*
*جو میرا امام،،،،،،، بیاں کرے*
*وہی دین ہے ، سبھی جان لو*
*جو غریب ہیں میرے شہر میں*
*انہیں بُھوک پیاس کی مار دو*
*کوئی اپنا حق جو طلب کرے*
*تو اسے،، زمین میں اتار دو*
*جو میرے حبیب و رفیق ہیں*
*انہیں، خُوب مال و منال دو*
*جو، میرے خلاف ہیں بولتے*
*انہیں، نوکری سےنکال دو*
*جو ہیں بے خطاء وہی در بدر*
*یہ عجیب طرزِ نصاب ہے*
*جو گُناہ کریں وہی معتبر*
*یہ عجیب روزِ حساب ہے*

“When I’m honored for my journalism, everyone will see one thing: My headscarf” By Sawsan Morrar

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Sawsan Morrar, a multimedia journalist at the University of California at Berkeley’s Graduate School of Journalism, was chosen as a 2017 White House Correspondents’ Association Scholar.

Those who tune in to watch this year’s White House Correspondents’ Association dinner on Saturday will hear my name called as I take the stage to accept a journalism scholarship. They won’t see my portfolio of work, and they will likely forget my name. But they’re sure to notice and remember one thing about me: my headscarf.

Some may call it symbolic that a Muslim American journalist will be recognized at the annual dinner the same year that President Trump declined to attend. Trump is breaking from a long tradition of presidents meeting with the award recipients.

And as I prepare to attend, I know some at the event may not perceive me as a fellow reporter who, like them, relishes the thought of meeting journalists I admire. Muslims don’t have the luxury of being a fusion of their achievements, interests and uniqueness. Rather, in the eyes of others, we are only Muslim.

I’ve faced this challenge before. After doing some pre-reporting over the phone, I encounter surprise when I meet my subjects in person — Who is she, they wonder? Where is the reporter? Often an interview subject, government official or employer will grow cool once it becomes clear I am a Muslim.

On hearing that I will attend the dinner, a seasoned journalist asked what I think about Trump — not because I am a reporter, but because I am a Muslim who has made the conscious decision to wear my faith. Another journalist asked me whether the frequency of my negative experiences in the field has increased since Trump took office.

Just last month, while traveling to Malaysia on assignment, I was asked to board an empty plane only to be met by three Department of Homeland Security agents on the jet bridge. They took me through an inconspicuous, concrete stairway and asked me repeatedly who was funding my trip and why. Was it so hard to believe that a Muslim woman wearing a headscarf was sent to report on climate change?

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