Archive for August, 2013

Hiroshima Child, a poem

August 3, 2013

by Nazim Hikmet (1902-1963)

I come and stand at every door
But none can hear my silent tread
I knock and yet remain unseen
For I am dead for I am dead

I’m only seven though I died
In Hiroshima long ago
I’m seven now as I was then
When children die they do not grow

My hair was scorched by swirling flame
My eyes grew dim my eyes grew blind
Death came and turned my bones to dust
And that was scattered by the wind

I need no fruit I need no rice
I need no sweets nor even bread
I ask for nothing for myself
For I am dead for I am dead

All that I need is that for peace
You fight today you fight today
So that the children of this world
Can live and grow and laugh and play


The importance of separating Religion and State in Pakistan

August 2, 2013


Nasir Khan, August 2, 2013

The mixing of Islam with the politics of Pakistan has been a recipe for disaster for the people and the political system of Pakistan. It is obvious to all of us what people say in matters of faith is full of controversies, divergent interpretations and inter-sectarian conflicts that result in much bloodshed and social polarization. While every sect repudiates other sects in doctrinal matters while maintaining its own version to be the only genuine and legitimate one!

As long as Pakistan does not follow the principles of a peoples’ democracy and separate religion from politics, more and more disasters and mayhem will follow. I think, one important step for Pakistani secular activists is to show the importance of the separation of religion and the State. When this is made possible then the people should follow whatever religion or sect they choose or reject in their personal lives. That should be their option and no one should interfere with that. The State should be neutral in religious matters. When this happens, religion (Islam in the case of Pakistan) will stop being a power that poisons the body-politic of Pakistan as it also does in many other Muslim countries.

Bradley Snowden Assange

August 1, 2013

Badri Raina

Bradley Snowden Assange, I say, for

You are one—born to protect

What was once proudly American;

Selfless beyond our tutored  


Even as all around us, the “best” hoard

Their lives and open their abuse

On behalf of the “patriotic” gun,

The corporate board, and the politics

That “god-fearing” red-necks use

To trample the world beneath

The ordained boot, romping from

One massacre to the other

Like proverbial bandicoot,

Snooping among “unalienable”

Privacies not just of those without

“manifest destiny” of those

That inhabit the “land of the free,”You fling your soul like streak

Of light across the

Satanic gloom, thinking nothing

Of losing your life if, courting death,

You may illume to common sight

And knowledge the perfidies of those

That, pretending to maim and disfigure

On our behalf, fatten on the ruse.

Bradley Snowden Assange, in our trapped

Misery, the least we may do

Is to salute you, not just as martyrs

But harbingers of hope and apostles

Of truth, returning us to the lad

In the manger whom Herod, like

Our present-day tyrants, saw

As the mortal danger who had

Best be dead.

Not he, but the empire crumbled

As the force of innocence rumbled

Through earth and sky;

You beckon us to something similar

Even as we sneak or standby.

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