Sunday, 24 November 2013

For my Forefather

I am a dust particle
the one that floats aimlessly.....
maybe guided
maybe oblivious

I am one of numerous
of your sons and daughters
one unworthy of your attention
yet one who seeks it

I am of you,
of your lineage,
a bit of the remaining dust...
dusted away by the Sculptor's hand
Floating away aimlessly...

maybe guided,

Oblivious.

(A monologue with Imam Ridha (a.s), from 'Monologues with my Forefathers - by Ambereena Razvi)

Friday, 15 November 2013

The Voluntary Sacrifice




The Voluntary Sacrifice

This project started as a lesson plan on Ballad and Elegy writing for my grade 7 class.  In two days, I ended up writing this twelve page Elegy for the Martyrs of Karbala. I and my grade 7 students recited it on the 9th of Muharram in school. Hats off to my students for memorizing my elegy within a week and giving a stellar performance. Inshallah, I will post the video of our performance very soon. In the mean time, do watch my recitation by clicking on the link above.

Friday, 1 November 2013

Evolve!!

It's time to move on to a higher level of consciousness,
Before stagnation sets in and we start to get restless

I can't help but think, how akin we are to trees- growing, shedding,
Sometimes standing strong, sometimes due to strong winds- bending, breaking...

Evolution is a constant, it cant be stopped,

for some it comes as an epiphany, while unfortunately,
some adopt

An ignorant stance in a world of oblivion,

and continue to live life like a chameleon,

changing their colours, changing their opinion,

No depth in their thinking - Ego's dominion,

Not progressing but regressing, insulting their intellect 

and their existence by showing continuous disrespect,

to the self and other's for lack of thought,

the lack of love and the lack of not

willing to see another's point of view,

but instead, focusing on their skin's hue,

his turban, her hijab, his kippah, her cross,

his beard, her stance never to toss,

her veil, her right, her identity,

What do you want? Can't you see?

Do you actually think you will succeed?

Oppression has always seen an end, indeed.

The right to BE cannot be taken,

Please try to understand and awaken,

Let it be Love that lives in your heart,

Squash your Ego, make a new start.


~Ambereena Razvi


(I wrote this in response to some nasty comments a young Sikh kid was subject to regarding his identity on a public forum. I cannot stand people with such rotten mentalities. This was written to shut them up.... and shut up they did!)

Thursday, 19 September 2013

NUMB

We don't know where to look anymore
We keep turning away
and furthermore,
we have the audacity to say,
"Ignorance is bliss....."
C'est la vie! mon cheri,
No use pursuing this!"


Bliss in Ignorance.
adopt this indifference
We've frozen our emotions...
Nothing clawing at our conscience..


Cold
Fear
steer clear
of bad news,
images of orphans and reds of myriad hues,
Look away.....
WE have nothing to do with it!!!
Why feel another's pain....
There's nothing to freakin' gain!!!!


Ashamed.....
We sit in the dark....
rocking ourselves,
trying to soothe our heart,
our souls and our minds...
Disunion tears them apart..........


"I'm sorry sweetheart!!
It don't work that way no more....
Stop pretending 
Face the dying roar"....
Jiminy Cricket* is here....
And he's gonna make you look -
 - don't fear

He's gonna make you cry and scream
He'll chirp all night long,
until in your dream
the souls of the dead haunt you, 
Screams come through
dear Lord! they cut through
your soul
until you awaken,
sobbing, broken
helpless.... to help the helpless,
confronting your worst nightmare
wringing your hands, grasping your hair

gasping for air

Helpless

Numb.


~Ambereena Razvi


*Jiminy Cricket: The liar's conscience (Pinocchio)




Friday, 29 March 2013

Underwater Mural

The theme of the Science Fair this year at Wali ul Asr was 'Water'. I did a 20 x 12 foot (approx) mural of this under water scene in about 5 days (counting only the hours). Alhamdulillah, it was a huge hit. Initially all the attendees thought it was printed. It was humbling to hear their collective gasps when the school announced that it was hand painted.

Some of my students were eager to help...so I let them help me with the sea bed and a couple of other areas...Their excitement was contagious :)

I love painting murals.....Would love to do many more, inshallah.









Note to my son: Dear AM. You were on my mind throughout the process of this painting. I painted this for you... and for your Namesake. Love you always.