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اپنی ذات کیلیئے آواز اٹھانے میں سب سے پہلے اپنے آپ سے جنگ لڑنی ہوتی ہے بالخصوص اگر آپ ایسے ماحول میں چھوٹے سے بڑے ہوئے ہیں جہاں ماں اور باپ،دونوں جنریشنل ٹراماز سے زخمی تھے اور وہی آپ کو منتقل ہوا۔مجھے یہ بات سمجھ نہیں آتی کہ انسان جو سالوں کے ابیوز کے بعد خود کو دوبارہ سے نیا تعمیر کرنا شروع کرتا ہے،وہ اسی ٹاکسک ماحول میں رہ کے کیونکر کر سکتا ہے۔کیا بیک وقت خود سے اور ماحول سے جنگ اسے ذہنی طور پر ناکارہ نہیں کردے گی۔ایسی صورت میں،کیا حل بہترین ہے؟

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Assalam o alaikum Maham you explained all so well MashaAllah.❤.Your poem is heartbreaking..Few months back i wrote the poem on the topic dystopia vs hope for an online publication. The topic was given to us. My poem was selected for online publication.After asking them, i had it published in another publication wirh my other works ina compilation with many other coauthors.. It is about the callousness of high authorities.I want to share it with you.

DYSTOPIA VS HOPE

Hanging in the claws of an eagle,

Soaring high up in the sky,

You, little, menial creature

Like a splash you will fall down from its grip

And in a split second you will

POPUP and be no more.

Just a splash and thats the end.

You aristocrats! Why an eagle like attitude?

WHY we menials have to keep our mouth shut?

WHY not allowed to speak a word?

WHY to say shhh to all around?

Are we little creatures made,

to be smashed by you anytime?

Is this our FATE?

WHO ARE WE?

Are you the symbol of Jack of 'Lord of the flies'?

Or are we the Ralphs in this dystopian island?

I question again

WHO ARE WE?

READ, READ, READ

Read 'ANIMAL FARM' where

"The creatures outside looked from

Pig to man and from man to pig...

It was impossible to say which was which."

Fallen so low,

Are you indistinguishable from creatures?

STOP ALL THIS.

Its high time.

Search a torch bearer from between you all

Who will work his guts out.

With knowledge, enlightenment and intellectual

optimism

He'll turn the tables,

Will smash these skulls with eagle's attitudes...

This dystopian attitude,

So Ugly, So Hateful.

Will fight against subsevierence and totalitarianism.

This Savior, this Deliverer

This Redeemer, this Rescuer

Will turn this Dystopia to Utopia

I KNOW, YOU KNOW, ALL KNOW

It takes centuries for a Messiah to come.

But its never too late.

HOPE, HOPE, HOPE

The hubbub in our unconscious mind

The little ray of hope,

A little spark of light in the dark world,

A teeny meeny hope,

Is all that we have yet.

But its our firm faith, that

With our struggle,

And by joining hands with the Messiah

We will all, sooner or later, turn this world:

From Hopelessness to Hope,

Darkness to Light,

Nightmare to Tranquility

Hell to Heaven

AND

Dystopia to Utopia

ONE DAY.

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