Ahsan Quotes

And I shall seek you endlessly, for I am a moth, and you’re my flame Knowing that I’ll burn at your touch I return, for you’re a fire; untamed

I know surely you’re thinking of me, for I am strange, and you’re kind to the stranger

The moon stays beautiful with its craters So why then are you afraid of your scars?

Show a man too many camels' bones, or show them to him too often, and he will not be able to recognize a camel when he comes across a live one. (Mirza Ahsan of Tabriz)

The fact is, inner peace isn't something that comes when you finally paint the whole house a nice shade of cream and start drinking herbal tea. Inner peace is something that is shaped by the wisdom that 'this too shall pass' and is fired in the kiln of self-knowledge...

But I will love you in this fire and blood And I will be the keeper of your smile

তুমি ভালো না বাসলেই বুঝতে পারি ভালোবাসা আছে। তুমি ভালো না বাসলেই ভালোবাসা জীবনের নাম না না বলে ফেরালেই বুঝতে পারি ফিরে যাওয়া যায় না কখনো। না না বলে ফিরিয়ে দিলেই ঘাতক পাখির ডাক শুনতে পাই চরাচরময়

But what good are scars if they do not ache? And what good are eyes if they do not weep? What good is desire if it does not hurt? What good is a passion if it stays ‘sleep?

The more I loved you the more I found me

As if you gave your heart to autumn, for What it destroys never blossoms again

The Moth and Its Beloved Ask the moth the beauty of the candle And it will burn without a confession There is a secret to its longing For it feels no fear or hesitation The moth is too much in love with the flame Yet it does not appear under the sun For the moon’s light is far too feeble, and It gave up on its pursuit of the sun Just a sight of a candle is enough To remind it of its real beloved So it settles for that candle in reach, Revels in its heat, and asks to be burned

If your heart begins to carry burdens And you begin to feel your soul benight For you, perhaps, you may become heavy For me, my love, you will ever be light

These fragments, these shivers of my heart Are mere lifetimes enclosed in a minute

And from where should the light enter, for The wound of my heart cannot be seen

আমার হৃদয়ের মরা ঘাসগুলো সবুজ হয়ে উঠতে শুরু করেছে কারণ আমি জানতে পেরেছি তুমি ফের... ভালোবাসতে শুরু করেছ! হোক না অন্য কাউকে!

What agenda does this universe have? What game is it I am oblivious to?

I feel so lucky to have you as my friend. Hope your birthday is as special as you are.May all of your dreams come true. Thanks for being such a great friend. Happy birthday!

Muéstrale a un hombre demasiados huesos de camello, o muéstraselos a menudo, y no podrá reconocer un camello vivo cuando se le cruce por delante. (Mirza Ahsan of Tabriz)

Child of shadows, once born of flesh Un-winged, amidst fear and agony ‘Fraid of the lurking and yet to come Oblivious, to the code of chivalry. Voids in his desire were unveiled, as Love taught him; death with dignity. In desire to be and in wanting to live His wretched soul began to purge, As he wept at the beauty of night He commenced to sing his own dirge, Then born again of fire; ascended, Like Phoenix must burn to emerge.

Listen well, as I speak of my upsurge; For I’m a lover, without a lover I am a flame, without a combustion I am a novice, without a mentor I am a healer, without a wounded I am a winner, without a trophy I’m a captain, without a devotee And above all, I’m alone – not lonely

God remains hidden and silent unless you participate. Without God, we cannot. Without us, God will not. We are all the co-creators of reality with God. God moves only when there is intention or prayer. He walks toward us when we take the very first step. Faith is the prime step.

No one is born a sinner, but since a human is a magnet for sin, as we grow, we fill our heart and soul with an immeasurable number of sins that we don’t even recognize. If, like us, God started to punish us for our sins and showed His wrath, I don’t think any of us would survive. But He is the most compassionate being, Who delays our impending punishments and overlooks the sins which we commit in our daily lives. Lies, false behavior, betrayal, breaking hearts, we commit these sins on an almost daily basis, and we never give a thought to the fact that if He starts to hold each of us accountable for our sins, then we would all be living in Hell." -- A Prayer Heeded: A Prayer Series II

My poetry has been engraved with your name And my heart is by your memory scarred

There should be a limit to my suffering As I’m a sinner, not a disbeliever

Find me, as time is a luxury For I wait, under this naïve moon

Often it’s hard to differ pain and joy, Some give up on differentiating

Sage of old held desire as suffering But suffering is desire as known to me

Fortunate are those who are loved back Even fortunate those whose love is cul

He is like a forbidden fruit, attracting everyone around him into the paradise of pleasure. I know the consequences of trying this fruit, but still, I am tempted to take the risk.

Love is a necessary evil that traps you in illusory gossamer

Love is a camouflage of beauty. You feel free in love, but in truth, you’re trapped.

He is entering through the darkest passage of my heart, without even knocking at the door. A tree of forbidden fruit, walking down close to tempt me.

Love doesn’t need consent or someone’s approval. It is as inevitable as life and death.

People first make unhappy, then say stay happy.

Exceptions A permanent source of disappointment

Do you remember how the sun, set On the occasion, we last conversed? First, it hid behind some lousy clouds As I was uttering my dying words Then, out it came with a shiny glare As I grasped the truth of your beauty ‘Twas nothing but my own reflection To my surprise and curiosity. Now the sun’s told our tale to this town And I heard how it had made you smile So if the thought of me drew a smile Then, I have mastered true lover’s guile

It is the fire that consumes me; It is an inexplicable love, It is the rain that calms me; It is a melody from above. It is the wind that humbles me; It is everywhere and nowhere, It is the sand that fuels me; It is the artistry of nature. I’m consumed by what I am, I’m calmed by a riotous noise, I’m humbled through arrogance, I’m fueled by what is in poise. I’ve much cherished the mystifying, I’ve heard the unreal symphonies, I’ve been moved by the inevitable, And I’ve hailed the epiphanies.

If nothing is more powerful than an idea whose time has come, nothing is more harmful than an idea which is manipulated by motivated men. Rogues and crooks have ideas. So do ordinary folks. But intellectuals are meant to be a breed apart for the same reason rocks aren't gems.

Smiling is probably the simplest way to win friends and influence people and yet we use it so sparingly, we’ve almost forgotten the art of a beaming delivery. Light up a room with your smile and you’ll be seen as instantly likeable and approachable — unless you have a particularly sinister-looking grin.

Darkness my beloved home, I return! I return, not whole, but damaged. Fatigued by quixotic tendencies, The prodigal has come back famished. An outer world, so hostile and strange Filled immensely with ignorant natives The land where all good is forgotten Where hatred itself is life’s matrix. Though I’ve brought an odd mystery, An enigma that requires my genius A phenomenon, in foreign land; A veiled embodiment of Venus. Since, I’ve craved for my sanctuary, I have returned to you, oh darkness! Now I will restore my lost vigor to Unravel demeanors of this goddess. But..... Why am I estranged to this darkness? Maybe I’ve been away for too long, But shouldn’t home always feel home? Why am I in dire need to belong? As if this soul is deprived of life As if this body is in swift decay As if this mind screams for peace As if this heart calls to be lured ‘way Unwise, to have brought the goddess, When she is of a different realm Unfortunate, to have fallen in love, As she leaves to retain her helm Perhaps, this home lies deep within For everything is, but mere illusion Hence, I’ll reside her in my heart; To feel her, even in seclusion.

Why shall I speak of the damage of love? When it rejuvenates me just as much In love, people happen to say too much, But for me, words do not work as my crutch I reminisce the time I fell in love, As my remaining days go passing by I’ve realised the only love I now feel The unrequited, as the end draws nigh But what was so unusual about you? An epiphany unveiled at one sunrise: In darkness ere, I had craved for light Yet stars were situated in your eyes It was in the moment I gazed upon A face fashioned by the hands of nature There isn’t much left to my regret now, As lost moments cannot be recaptured

Old friend, I am writing to you again The infamous tale of squandered love To have my denial broken by myself To have accepted past for my behove To have grown into a man of honor To have embraced the code of chivalry To have been reborn as a bird of myth To have caught lies in nightly reverie Lost myself in this chronic transition I regret the love wasted, in-between Who knew life can just be happy or full If only the great men ere had foreseen As humbled as I have become due this I’m failing to see the point of these rhymes So old friend, do tell me what is better Death, endured once or a zillion times?

The Qur’an has not merely been revealed in Arabic: it has been revealed in eloquent Arabic. The language is clear and cogent, and there is no vagueness in it; every word is unambiguous and every style adopted is well known to its addressees. The Qur’an says: The faithful Spirit has brought it down into your heart [O Prophet] that you may become a warner [for people] in eloquent Arabic. (26:193-195) In the form of an Arabic Qur’an, free from any ambiguity that they may save themselves [from punishment]. (39:28) This is an obvious reality about the Qur’an. If this premise is accepted, then it must be conceded that no word used or style adopted by the Qur’an is rare or unknown (shadh). Its words and styles are well known and conventionally understood by its addressees. No aspect of the language has any peculiarity or rarity in it. Consequently, while interpreting the Qur’an, the conventionally understood and known meanings of the words should be taken into consideration. Apart from them, no interpretation is acceptable. Thus in the verses: وَالنَّجْمُ وَالشَّجَرُ يَسْجُدَانِ (6:55), the meaning of the word اَلنَّجْمُ can only be “stars”. In وَمَا أَرْسَلْنَا مِن قَبْلِكَ مِن رَّسُولٍ وَلَا نَبِيٍّ إِلَّا إِذَا تَمَنَّى أَلْقَى الشَّيْطَانُ فِي أُمْنِيَّتِهِ (52:22), the word تَمَنَّى can only mean “desire”. In أَفَلَا يَنظُرُونَ إِلَى الْإِبِلِ كَيْفَ خُلِقَتْ (17:88), the word الْإِبِلِ has only been used for “camel”. The only meaning of the word بَيْضٌ in the verse كَأَنَّهُنَّ بَيْضٌ مَّكْنُونٌ (49:37) is “eggs”. In the verse فَصَلِّ لِرَبِّكَ وَانْحَرْ (2:108), the word نَحْر only means “sacrifice”. They do not mean “plants”, “recital”, “clouds”, “the hidden sheath of eggs” and “folding hands on the chest” respectively. Similar is the case with declensions and styles adopted. Scholars of grammar and rhetoric have regarded many such aspects of the Qur’an as rare and as exceptions; however, the truth of the matter is that this conclusion is based on incomprehensive research. In recent times, the works of the two pioneers of the Farahi school: Imam Hamid al-Din al-Farahi and Imam Amin Ahsan Islahi have fully proven that the declensions and styles adopted by the Qur’an are all in fact well-known and conventionally understood by the Arabs. Taking into consideration this principle is a requisite of the eloquence of the Qur’anic language, which as stated above, is mentioned in the Qur’an itself. No explanation of the Qur’an is acceptable while disregarding this principle.

And you think these collapses are your end But nebulas collapse to become stars.

Why is my love for you, dyed in wool? What is the hindrance to moving on? Why in love have I been made a fool? What’s been causing this oblivion? Why is thought of you, ever-present? What’s keeping me from forgetting you? Why is the sight of you magnificent? What’s it you possess than others few? A slow fire burns deep within me, And keeps my curiosity at high I question these puzzles so direly, To philosophy, a pleasure – wry If all life has led me to this point, To make me but a mere proponent Then, from this day to my last moment, Just you and love, are my argument.

How do you lay out a narrative of oppression without succumbing to the pornography of pain?

Deception is a temporary medicine that gives relax for short time, but when the truth gets at even the actual medicine breaks down.

We have many windows to build up our career, but we can look after our career successfully from one window

Deception is a temporary medicine that gives relax for a short time, but when truth gets at then actual medicine breaks down

the faculty of comprehension and expression – that initially qualified the human being to be the recipient of Allāh’s unique blessing – the Qur’ān.

What I am? I don't khow.but I know i am not what,what you want

Why shall I speak of the damage of love? When it rejuvenates me just as much In love, people happen to say too much, But for me, words do not work as my crutch I reminisce the time I fell in love, As my remaining days go passing by I’ve realised the only love I now feel The unrequited, as the end draws nigh But what was so unusual about you? An epiphany unveiled at one sunrise: In darkness ere, I had craved for light Yet stars were situated in your eyes It was in the moment I gazed upon A face fashioned by the hands of nature There isn’t much left to my regret now, As lost moments cannot be recaptured.

Shall I speak of the consequence One, that your attention causes? Words you utter keep me stunned, My heart stops up at your gazes. I am known to have just one gift; To feel things with intense passion Yet it happens to consume me; A divine fire, I cannot abandon. In sleepless nights I sing to you A song, however, incomplete. On bright days I write you letters; Ardent proses, yet bittersweet. I am indeed burned with desire; The consequence you must construe If this is the damage of attention Imagine, what your love will do.

During fair reporting and writing, you must kill all your darlings.

অসম্ভব এর পরের ধাপ হলো অবাস্তব; যা অতি চেষ্টার দ্বারা অর্জন করা সম্ভব।

অসম্ভব এর পরের ধাপ হলো অবাস্তব; যা অতি চেষ্টার দ্বারা অর্জন করা সম্ভব।

Journalistic sanctity means nothing when it is not fighting against injustices done to citizens

Life is a beautiful illusion.

The moments spent with the beloved are Why, today, there is a loneliness The eyes that illuminated this world Are now gone to light up this sheer darkness

Inner peace is something that is shaped by the wisdom that ‘this too shall pass’ and is fired in the kiln of self-knowledge (it sounded less pretentious in my head).

Life is not what we think. Life is what we are now.

The gap (between intellectuals and politicians) divides writing hands, talking heads and thinking minds of this country into two sections. One section flaunts academic achievements to make up for shortfalls in intelligence. The other asserts intelligence to camouflage deficiencies in academic excellence. In short, our intellectuals are torn by the dilemma whether they ought to carry their brains in their mouths, or mouths in their brains.

Don't waste your time to think become a celebrity work hard like celebrity then definitely you will be a celebrity

Ahsan would find no help here. Not in this house, not in this city, not even from the distant gods themselves. They would all bleed him dry. Well, it was certainly home.

Ahsan would find no help here. Not in this house, not in this city, not even from the distant gods themselves. They would all bleed him dry. Well, it was certainly home.