On Direct Vision

Saturday, January 28, 2012

By Ibn al-Haytham (Muslim scientist and philosopher) from "On Direct Vision"

"Sight perceives [beauty] by perceiving each one of the particular properties of which the manner of perception by sight has been shown. For each of these properties separately produces one of the kinds of beauty, and they produce [other] kinds of beauty in conjunction with one another....
Position produces beauty and many things that look beautiful do so only because of order and position. Beautiful writing is also regarded as such because of  order alone. For the beauty of writing is due only to the soundness of the shapes of letters and the composition....
Separateness produces beauty. Thus dispersed stars are more beautiful than the nebulae and the Milky way.... For this reason, too, blossoms and flowers dispersed in meadows look more beautiful than when they are gathered and crowded together.
Continuity produces beauty. Thus meadows with continuous and dense vegetation are more beautiful than those in which the vegetation is interrupted and discontinuous. And of the meadows that look beautiful than the others."
Copied from: Lost History-by Michael Morgan


Wednesday, January 18, 2012

There was uncertainty, there was no unity.
Political power lost, social rights taken away.
Destiny not clear, sky without much hopes…
Strength and confidence still resides in some
Such strength only Love can give birth to and foster;
Love cast its spell
The fragrance spread, reaching every nook and corner of garden
And the moment arise when, lost in the charming scent
Flocks move towards one destiny…
Blind faith in the power of Love
Steers their boat towards the shore
Uncertainty vanished as if it never existed
Every breath carrying the trust of the other
A caravan moved, towards an unknown world
But the elegant march showed no signs of fear
Freedom was at hand, freedom to Love
To choose, decide, to practice what is dear
Love is the source, Love is the way
Love is power, Love is what await…

If this is the story of the struggle for Pakistan
The Dawn of 1946 would have found its passionate lovers singing with zeal something similar to ther verses below as their anthem of Love...

یوں کھو گئے تیرے پیار میں ھم
 اب ہوش میں آنا مشکل ہے
 تب آنکھ ملانا مشکل تھا
 اب آنکھ بچانا مشکل ہے 
سانسوں کی مہک سانسوں میں رچے
 جذبات میں اک ہلچل سی مچے
 دھڑکن کے سوا آوآز نہ ہو
 چاہت کے سوا کچھ بھی نہ بچے
یوں خود کو بھلانا مشکل ہے
یوں کھو گئے تیرے پیار میں ھم
دشوار تھے رستے الفت کے
 کاٹے ہیں بڑی ہی مشکل سے
 لے آیا ہے ہم کو شوق جہاں
 اس پیار کی رنگیں منزل سے
 اب لوٹ کے جانا مشکل ہے
قسمت کا لکھا ٹل سکتا ہے
 دریا الٹا چل سکتا ہے
 جم سکتی ہے سورج کی کرن
پانی سے دیا جل سکتا ہے
 پر تجھ کو بھلانا مشکل ہے
یوں کھو گئے تیرے پیار میں ھم

(These are the lyrics of the song You Kho Gayey Tere Pyar Mein from film Afsana)

Probably nothing could relate to their feelings truer than the verses above!!

The trust is bestowed to the lovers of every Times, and every breathe of the lover carries the fragrance of its beloved, in every effort they make...