Was Nadir Shah an American or a Jew?
By Ashfaque Naqvi
AFTER a long layoff, mostly because of Ramazan and the various holidays which followed, the Lahore Arts Forum resumed its activities this month. Starting with the usual Tuesday evening programme of Sing-Along-Kaafi in the Alhamra Cultural Complex, related to Shah Husain, it invited Ashfaq Ahmad last Thursday for a dialogue. It was evidently because of the attraction the guest speaker holds for people that there was an unusually large crowd that evening in the Model Town Library auditorium, including a wagonload of boys and girls from the Lahore University of Management Sciences.
Ashfaq Sahib arrived on time and did not disturb the punctuality about which the organizer, Muzaffar Ghaffar, is so particular. Besides being an intellectual and an excellent speaker, Ashfaq Sahib is an entertainer as well. He straightaway guages the mood of the audience and tries to keep them happy. Although he said in the beginning that he had no particular topic in mind to talk about, yet whatever he said was topical and covered the prevailing situation in and around the country. He had a fling at the Americans for what they were doing in Afghanistan. He compared them with a dakoo who also behaves as Robin Hood. They drop bombs over the Afghans and also airdrop gift packets for them.
Closer home, he said, the prevailing conditions were such that everyone in the country was suffering from depression as was evident from the increasing number of signboards of psychiatrists appearing in the city. But, he added, depression seemed to be a worldwide phenomenon. Newsweek, he said, had forecast that the time was not far when there would be more deaths in the world because of depression than those caused by cancer.
Reverting to the Americans, he said that they happened to be extremely cruel as they had no qualms of conscience while dropping atomic bombs on Japanese cities. He also chastised the Jews for their atrocities on the Palestinians. But what he said in the same breath did not go well with people like me. He said that against the Americans and the Jews a Muslim could never be cruel. That was something I could not buy. (I may be hard of hearing but his words were loud and clear). All the same, since everyone was accepting what he was saying I did not deem it proper to interrupt and remind him of a famous line: Shamat-i-aamal-i-ma surat-i-Nadir garift or Punishment for our misdemeanours took the shape of Nadir (Shah). After all, Nadir Shah was not an American or a Jew, or was he?
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SHAHNAZ Muzzammil’s literary organization, Adab Serai, seems to be attracting more and more poets. Last Monday, it was almost a ‘full house’ at her residence. Karamat Bukhari and Munir Saifi, two top class poets, have been attending these sessions off and on but this time made their appearance after a long time. Mehshar Zaidi was there and recited a ghazal in behr-i-taveel. I don’t think I have seen him in the gathering earlier. Anjum Hasan, a young woman devoted to Punjabi poetry, the veteran Nisar Akbarabadi with a lilting tarranum, and Imtiaz Alam Siahposh, were definitely first timers. It was an enjoyable meeting.
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SHAGUFTA Nazli is a bilingual poet. Although holding a master’s degree in Urdu, and having taught the subject at college level, she is equally fluent in Punjabi and produced her first collection in the language. Titled Soachan Dian Soortan, it was published in 1999. It was followed by a collection of Urdu poetry, Gufta Nagufta. Not content with that she tried her hand at prose and produced a collection of mini-stories in Punjabi, Roop Saroop. And now she has come up with Harf Harf Joat Jaley, a collection of her ghazals, nazms, quatrains, haikos and mahiyas, all in Urdu. That means she has produced four books in three years. Well done.
In the present book she has dealt with a variety of topics and even gone to give a word of advice to the G-8. That reminds me of what Munir Niazi had to say about her first collection. According to him, “She dwells upon everyday topics and remains aloof from cheap romanticism.”
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THE city these days is mourning the sudden death of one of its most colourful personalities, Dr Faqir Husain Saga. Wearing a Sindhi cap, he was seen at every function, literary or otherwise, sporting a wide smile. He was a broken man after the death of his young son in an air crash but never expressed his feelings openly. He will be missed.
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NOW here is a flash — Mustansar Husain Tarar has just completed his 34th book, a novel inspired by the horrific stories coming out of Afghanistan. It starts with the massacre of prisoners huddled in a fort in Mazar-i-Sharif. I cannot say anything more about it for the time being.

