Comments on: Fahmida Riaz on the Wall http://www.razarumi.com/2007/11/06/fahmida-riaz-on-the-wall/ In search of the unsearchable: O, my soul! where would you find your house? Tue, 06 Jan 2009 14:16:18 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.5.1 By: Jahane Rumi - In search of the unsearchable: “…O, my soul! where would you find your house?” » Of Autumn and Roses http://www.razarumi.com/2007/11/06/fahmida-riaz-on-the-wall/#comment-3149 Jahane Rumi - In search of the unsearchable: “…O, my soul! where would you find your house?” » Of Autumn and Roses Thu, 15 Nov 2007 17:14:58 +0000 http://www.razarumi.com/2007/11/06/fahmida-riaz-on-the-wall/#comment-3149 [...] with conflictNothing but a figure of clay?There are none so deaf as those who don?t want to hear?Fahmida Riaz on the WallNot again [...] [...] with conflictNothing but a figure of clay?There are none so deaf as those who don?t want to hear?Fahmida Riaz on the WallNot again [...]

]]> By: GSQ http://www.razarumi.com/2007/11/06/fahmida-riaz-on-the-wall/#comment-3121 GSQ Fri, 09 Nov 2007 19:44:52 +0000 http://www.razarumi.com/2007/11/06/fahmida-riaz-on-the-wall/#comment-3121 How tragic. Where was he studying in the US? How tragic. Where was he studying in the US?

]]> By: Adam Insaan http://www.razarumi.com/2007/11/06/fahmida-riaz-on-the-wall/#comment-3106 Adam Insaan Wed, 07 Nov 2007 22:38:22 +0000 http://www.razarumi.com/2007/11/06/fahmida-riaz-on-the-wall/#comment-3106 Salam ´Arz This Adam has a few words in the Chorda Tendinea ; To live a life is done by many but to give a life is only done by some to be depreived a life is only possible to be expressed by those whom have lost. Do accept my condolation.My Dua is with her.My thoughts too. The poem/ghazal ; conveyed some solid-bound reality for someone who has lived. Salam ´Arz
This Adam has a few words in the Chorda Tendinea ;
To live a life is done by many
but to give a life is only done by some
to be depreived a life
is only possible to be expressed by those
whom have lost.
Do accept my condolation.My Dua is with her.My thoughts too.
The poem/ghazal ; conveyed some solid-bound reality for someone who has lived.

]]> By: RR http://www.razarumi.com/2007/11/06/fahmida-riaz-on-the-wall/#comment-3103 RR Wed, 07 Nov 2007 17:52:22 +0000 http://www.razarumi.com/2007/11/06/fahmida-riaz-on-the-wall/#comment-3103 Mystic and SA: thanks for visiting Id: your poem is beautiful..you are so gifted. please do send me more and I'd like to post them. cheers Mystic and SA: thanks for visiting

Id: your poem is beautiful..you are so gifted. please do send me more and I’d like to post them.
cheers

]]> By: Shaheryar Ali http://www.razarumi.com/2007/11/06/fahmida-riaz-on-the-wall/#comment-3102 Shaheryar Ali Wed, 07 Nov 2007 13:54:18 +0000 http://www.razarumi.com/2007/11/06/fahmida-riaz-on-the-wall/#comment-3102 Bulleh Shah assan merna naahi, Gor peya koi hor!!! Bulleh Shah assan merna naahi, Gor peya koi hor!!!

]]> By: mystic http://www.razarumi.com/2007/11/06/fahmida-riaz-on-the-wall/#comment-3101 mystic Wed, 07 Nov 2007 06:39:22 +0000 http://www.razarumi.com/2007/11/06/fahmida-riaz-on-the-wall/#comment-3101 Man ! Loosing son at this age ...its unimaginable.. God bless her.. Man !

Loosing son at this age …its unimaginable..

God bless her..

]]> By: IMeMy http://www.razarumi.com/2007/11/06/fahmida-riaz-on-the-wall/#comment-3097 IMeMy Tue, 06 Nov 2007 15:57:35 +0000 http://www.razarumi.com/2007/11/06/fahmida-riaz-on-the-wall/#comment-3097 A powerful voice she must be; what a poem - razor sharp to cut through any complacent conscience unwilling to make a choice. Losing a child is perhaps the greatest sorrow for a human being, and more so if the being is an artist with a refined sensitivity such as Fahmida Riaz'z. May she find the strength and fortitude to bear this irreparable loss. Raza, thanks for introducing me to another outstanding voice. On the subject of choices I'd like to share a poem I wrote a few years ago when I stood at a crossroad wondering which road to take... Choices It was to be! That which goes around comes around. Now what? Give in or give up. Maybe easier to accept. The doors we opened on the road we chose were not ours for the asking. These doors unknown, on chosen paths opened to hearths that warmed sometimes to walls that chilled. A powerful voice she must be; what a poem - razor sharp to cut through any complacent conscience unwilling to make a choice.

Losing a child is perhaps the greatest sorrow for a human being, and more so if the being is an artist with a refined sensitivity such as Fahmida Riaz’z. May she find the strength and fortitude to bear this irreparable loss.
Raza, thanks for introducing me to another outstanding voice.

On the subject of choices I’d like to share a poem I wrote a few years ago when I stood at a crossroad wondering which road to take…

Choices

It was to be!
That which goes around comes around.
Now what?
Give in or give up.
Maybe easier to accept.

The doors we opened
on the road we chose
were not ours for the asking.
These doors unknown, on chosen paths
opened to hearths that warmed
sometimes to walls that chilled.

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