Today, 25th August, marks the third death anniversary of the visionary, the defiant and one of the most acknowledged craftsmen of Urdu language, Ahmad Faraz.
Faraz was probably among one of the last few protagonists of literary movement, Progressive Writers’ Movement, which led to change drastically the landscape of Urdu literature, in last half of twentieth century, that once was marked with rhetorical notions of selfish love and mainly centered around the individualism. The foundation of movement was laid by Syed Sajjad Zaheer and Rashid Jehan, further nurtured by Faiz Ahmad Faiz, Sibt-e-Hassan, Manto, Munshi Premchand, Ali Sardar Jaffery, Ahmad Nadeem Qasmi and then inherited by Ahmad Faraz, Fehmida Riaz and Kishwar Naheed.
Syed Ahmad Shah, popularly known as Faraz as was his pseudonym, was among the gifted ones who see the outer world with their own intuitive eye and have ability to translate it into words, who feel the miseries of downtrodden and can forge these feelings in literary masterpieces. The memories that shaped the poet Ahmad Faraz were consisted of times when Faiz Ahmad Faiz, the inspiration and mentor of Faraz, was put behind the bars for allegedly being one of the conspirators of famous Rawalpindi conspiracy case. Faiz wrote the following one and Faraz was the first one to take the message in its true spirit.
Nisaar main terii galiyuN pe ae watan, ke jahaaN Chali hai Rasm, ke koee na sir uthaa ke chalay (I offer myself in sacrifice to you, my dear nation Where it has been decreed that none should walk with heads held high)
Faraz knew, from the beginning, that the path he had chosen was full of obstructions and impediments, but proportionally he was well aware of the syndrome plaguing his people. Fall of Dhaka left sore scars on his conscious and then inhumane atrocities committed by Pak-Army against Baloch people led him to pen down one of his most famous and controversial poems, ‘ Peshaawar Qatilo!’, as the protest of a poet against the crimes of his Army.
jin ke jabRoN ko apnoN kaa khuuN lag gayaa
zulm kii sab hadeN paatne aa gaye
marg-e Bangaal ke baad Bolaan meN
shahriyoN ke gal’e kaatne aa ga’e
ab to shaayar pe bhi qarz mitti ka hai
ab qalam meN lahuu hai siyaahii nahiiN
khaul utraa tumhaaraa to zaahir huaa
peshaawar qaatilo, tum sipaahii nahiiN! (Those whose jaws are dripping with the blood of their own Have arrived here to scale new heights of cruelty
Having murdered Bengal, they come to Bolan
In order to cut the throats of its residents Now the poet too owes a debt to the earth
Now, the pen writes with blood, not with ink
As your covering peels away, it becomes clear
You are merely killers for hire, not honorable soldiers)
Containing such strong criticism against the army, poem became the symbol of resentment of oppressed ones against the policies of state. In 1977 Faraz was whisked away from his home without being charged with any crime apparently for reciting this poem in Islamabad. So heart-wretched by the situation of his country at that time, he translated his agony into a poetic masterpiece, ‘Aisa Nahi Honey Denaa’
In 1976 Faraz became the founding director general of the Pakistan Academy of Letters. In the 1980s he went into a six-year self-imposed exile in Canada and Europe during the era of Gen. Mohammad Zia ul-Haq, whose military rule of Pakistan he had condemned at a mushaira and whose power seemed to drive him to heights of inspiration. “That was the worst phase for our country’s writers,” he once said of the general’s rule. “Yet it also provided ample food for thought for the poet and made protest poetry so popular in Pakistan.” Faraz, who was also closely associated with Zulfikar Ali Bhutto and his Pakistan People’s Party, wrote some of his best poetry in exile, including “Dekhtay Hain” (“Let Us Gaze”) and “Mohasara” (“The Siege”). “Mohasara” is probably by far the most notable and illustrious work of Faraz’s poetic genius.
With the return of Shaheed Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto, Faraz came back to Pakistan where he was initially appointed Chairman Academy of Letters and later chairperson of the Islamabad-based National Book Foundation for several years. He was awarded the Hilal-e-Imtiaz in 2004 in recognition of his literary achievements. He returned the award in 2006 after becoming disenchanted with the government of Military dictator General Pervez Musharaf and its policies.
“My conscious will not forgive me if I remained a silent spectator of the sad happenings around us. The least I can do is to let the dictatorship know where it stands in the eyes of the concerned citizens whose fundamental rights have been usurped. I am doing this by returning the Hilal-e-Imtiaz (civil) forthwith and refuse to associate myself in any way with the regime…” a statement issued by the poet.
As the times have changed and we, as a nation, have come too far to mourn the past national tragedies. The dance of death is still going on unabated in the streets, hills and towns of ours. Some still cling to hope and some have given up. But the dreams, the dreams of a peaceful and prosper future, that seem to be only concrete reality amidst this environment of terror and uncertainty. The dreams, that Faraz says, never die.
Khwab Martay Nahi Khwab dil heiN, na aankheiN, na saanseiN ke jo Reza Reza huwe to bikher jaiN ge Jism ki maut se yeh bhee mar jaiN ge Khwab martay nahi Khwab to roshnaai heiN, hawaa heiN, nawa heiN Jo kaalay pahaaroN se ruktay nahi Zulm kee dozkhoN se bhee phuktay nahi Roshni aur hawa aur nawa ke alam MaqtaloN me pohanch ker bhee jhuktay nahi Khwab to harf heiN Khwab to noor heiN Khwab Suqraat heiN Khwab Mansoor heiN (Dreams never die Dreams are not heart, nor eyes, nor breath Which shattered, will scatter Die with the death of the body Dreams never die But dreams are light, voice, wind,
Which cannot be stopped by mountains black,
Which do not perish in the hells of cruelty,
Ensigns of light and voice and wind,
Bow not, even in abattoirs. But dreams are letters,
But dreams are illumination,
Dreams are Socrates,
Dreams are Mansur)