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The World of Mysticism

Delving into one of the most intricate, emotional and unfortunately polarizing topics related to Muslim civilization Rarely does a book manage to give one the abysmal feeling of what one was missing before reading it. The book under review “Mutala e Tasawwuf” manages to do just that. “Mutala e Tasawwuf” is a book that delves into one of the most intricate, emotional and unfortunately polarizing topics related to Muslim civilization i.e. the study of Tasawwuf and yet it manages to come out with a pristine clarity and an unbiased hue that is the hallmark of erudite scholarship. The author Dr. Ghulam Qadir Lone of Rafiabad Baramulla is a scholar who has M.A Arabic and PhD. from Lucknow University, and is one among the rare breed of scholars who can claim mastery over all three languages of Muslim antiquity in Asia i.e. Arabic, Urdu and Persian. The book spans over 600 pages, besides the introduction it has been divided into ten parts, each dealing with an underlying theme of Sufi
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Matter of Consent

Talking To Married Women About Sex Showed Me How Little Wives Think About Consent Ironically, in a sanctimonious institution, undesired marital sex is a grim reality that its women have to live with each day, without any reprieve. It wouldn’t be preposterous to say that largely, marriages in India traditionally strip women of their independence and put them in male custodianship for life. With the quagmire that is marital rape in India, it was troubling me that perhaps we had gotten off on the wrong foot, seeing how the concept of consent within marriage is a notion that so many of us don’t understand. Coming from an environment where I wanted to ask uncomfortable questions but was expected to “just know things with age”, it was difficult to broach the topic. “I met him only after marriage. I was nervous but that couldn’t be an excuse. In our times, we never knew we could say no. You can’t discuss bedroom matters in a courtroom.” However unsurprising my mother’s reluc
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Standing on heavens Gate

I cried day and night My tears are now drained My face veiled with scars, And my hands still chained. Being released from prison  is a desire now dead. My glory journey of life is now at its end. O'my beloved father now for that moment i await. Once again you'll embrace me Standing at Heaven's gate... Owais Wani
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Go to Pakistan

As An Indian Muslim, The First Thing I’m Asked By Trolls Is To Go To Pakistan I am tired of what is happening within India. I am amazed at how everyone is fooling each other. The cases of increasing violence, rapist babas, lynchings and other atrocities towards minorities are making me weaker every day. I see a few of my friends no longer care about such incidents. I hated them initially. How could they be so ignorant about their own country? I reviled them for their ignorance but now I realise that at least they are happy. They are happy with their own lives, where they don’t have to face such instances of violence. We are a few more deaths nearer to becoming where dissent or voicing your opinion can result in the loss of life. Murders and lynchings are becoming the new ‘normal’ in this country. The kind of trolling and justifications we had to witness online after Gauri Lankesh’s murder was shameful. I have been writing for a few media houses. One NDTV article I
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Dear Mother

Dear Mother, I know I haven't always been a perfect son but nonetheless, I can never disregard the years of sacrifices and immense love you've showered me with ever since I came to life. Thank you for the unconditional love and the never ending support and protection you raised me with. Thank you for being my friend, my confidante, my first teacher, my mentor and above all a lovely mother. Thank you for instilling a sense of morality and humanity in me. I may not tell you this very often, but none of your efforts have ever gone unnoticed in my eyes. I'm sorry for all the tears you've shed, all the moments you've thought of giving up, all the times you were tired but wouldn't stop working to make sure I'm well fed and happy. Thank you staying up with me whenever I had to stay up all night for my preparations. You always made sure to give me company and not leave me alone. Thank you for being my wall and not letting the world break me down. Thank you for
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Confess

Here, I want to confess something. My memories are haunted by the sight of a mother in my locality who was dying to see her son. It still seems to me like this happened only a few days back. I still remember the name of the boy – Gowher. I can’t forget him. He was wandering around the warehouse of our locality but was never to return home. I remember his mother walking barefoot up to the gate of her house, pace down the street for some moments, look both ways and then return. She would repeat this again and again. Screaming for her son, shouting at her husband,  “He used to come before the sunset, where is he? Go and find him.”  Gowher used to play with me but now they tell me he is dead. But no one can get away from the truth and the truth, in this case, was that he was most probably killed by the Indian forces. “How can I stay silent after witnessing the harsh treatment of my parents and other family members by the Indian forces? It would be shameful of me,”  said one of the re
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I Fought With My Parents to Pick a College Course of My Choice, and It Was Worth It I can feel it in the air – it’s that time of the year again! That time, when young school going kids turn into living balls of stress. Once upon a time, I was exactly that. My subjects in class 12th were commerce, unfortunately, with mathematics. Yes, you read that right. I had taken up mathematics under pressure from my parents.  “Maths ke bina kya karoge (What will you do without maths)?”  I was way too young back then to answer this. But today, as I stand on the verge of completing my graduation , I have an answer. Maths does not run your world but it surely has the power to ruin it if you belong to the “I hate maths” group. I am about to complete my Bachelors in Commerce. Yes. I fought after 12th to pursue my passion. I am not propagating fighting with parents. All I am saying is that you should stand up for your passion if need be. After 12th, I was fed up. I could not even think of
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