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Huseyn Raza Biography

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“Do you feel educated? Knowledge spreads through sharing, not through selling it. The consumeristic institutionalisation of education is essentially flawed. It takes away the process of mental growth and begets learning as a commodity rather than as a necessity for understanding. In such an academic dystopia all virtue of knowledge is lost and all that is produced is a youth who, in comparison to the society, carries more greeds, more fears, more dogmas and more illegitimate prejudices.”

“My dearest friend Abigail, These probably could be the last words I write to you and I may not live long enough to see your response but I truly have lived long enough to live forever in the hearts of my friends. I thought a lot about what I should write to you. I thought of giving you blessings and wishes for things of great value to happen to you in future; I thought of appreciating you for being the way you are; I thought to give sweet and lovely compliments for everything about you; I thought to write something in praise of your poems and prose; and I thought of extending my gratitude for being one of the very few sincerest friends I have ever had. But that is what all friends do and they only qualify to remain as a part of the bunch of our loosely connected memories and that's not what I can choose to be, I cannot choose to be lost somewhere in your memories. So I thought of something through which I hope you will remember me for a very long time. I decided to share some part of my story, of what led me here, the part we both have had in common. A past, which changed us and our perception of the world. A past, which shaped our future into an unknown yet exciting opportunity to revisit the lost thoughts and to break free from the libido of our lost dreams. A past, which questioned our whole past. My dear, when the moment of my past struck me, in its highest demonised form, I felt dead, like a dead-man walking in flesh without a soul, who had no reason to live any more. I no longer saw any meaning of life but then I saw no reason to die as well. I travelled to far away lands, running away from friends, family and everyone else and I confined myself to my thoughts, to my feelings and to myself. Hours, days, weeks and months passed and I waited for a moment of magic to happen, a turn of destiny, but nothing happened, nothing ever happens. I waited and I counted each moment of it, thinking about every moment of my life, the good and the bad ones. I then saw how powerful yet weak, bright yet dark, beautiful yet ugly, joyous yet grievous; is a one single moment. One moment makes the difference. Just a one moment. Such appears to be the extreme and undisputed power of a single moment. We live in a world of appearance, Abigail, where the reality lies beyond the appearances, and this is also only what appears to be such powerful when in actuality it is not. I realised that the power of the moment is not in the moment itself. The power, actually, is in us. Every single one of us has the power to make and shape our own moments. It is us who by feeling joyful, celebrate for a moment of success; and it is also us who by feeling saddened, cry and mourn over our losses. I, with all my heart and mind, now embrace this power which lies within us. I wish life offers you more time to make use of this power. Remember, we are our own griefs, my dear, we are our own happinesses and we are our own remedies. Take care! Love, Francis. Title: Letter to Abigail Scene: "Death-bed" Chapter: The Road To Awe”

“Kaisy kahoon ke mery liay kya ho tum? Khwahish hoty tu mit jaty, Zaroorat hoty tu poori ho jaty, Aadat hoty tu badal jaty, Majboori hoty, khatam ho jaty, Waqt hoty ager tu guzar jaty, Jo nishan hoty, kahin tu mil jaty. Tu kya ho, aakhir ho kya tum? Saasain kahoon, khwaab kahoon, Faasla kahoon ke sairaab kahoon? Khushi kahoon, gham kahoon, Apna kal kahoon ya haal hoon? Umeed kahoon, ehsaas kahoon, Tumhain jeet kahoon ke haar kahoon? Sakoon kahoon, afat kahoon, Masti kahoon ya firaak kahoon? Sooraj kahoon, parinda kahoon, Hoor kahoon ke khaak kahoon? Khudai kahoon, Khuda kahoon, Apni khudi kahoon ya alfaaz kahoon? Ke jo kahoon, kam hi kam hi kahoon, Keh ke bhi kuch na khas kahoon!! Phir kaisy kahoon ke mery liay kya ho tum? Haan, yeh sab tu nhi ho tum. Par meray liay tu mery sab ho tum. Meray tab ho tum, Meray ab ho tum. Kya keh doon ke meray rab ho tum? Meray kufriya sawaalon ka jawab ho tum. Tu tum ho, ke nahi ho tum?”

“I’ve always been a person who has believed in the love and in the power of love. It occurred to me that it is an essence which connects to the hearts of people, to the hearts of the beasts and to the One-Above-All.…… .…………. Sometimes, if people are dysfunctional together, they will have dysfunctional families and kids who are dysfunctional to the society, each in a unique disorderly way. Love, is the key to disorder and anarchy as it emanates from truth and then further emanates commitment, care, respect and sacrifice. It has the powers over emotions of a human and their mindset and it has been bringing changes to the lives of people. The problem of dysfunctional relationships is the connection is based upon truths which are not mutually established. To make a relationship functional is very much possible and is as essential to being human as the fact that we are very intelligent beings. A love based on truth will always shine brighter in any dark night. But who wants a love like that? And who dares to love as such? All that forever? Would you dare?.…………. ……. All that and many things more but not anymore. I now believe that only love cannot make anyone do everything. Neither everything is dearly loved nor it is reciprocated gracefully. Some loves fall away as the leaves of the autumn; some fires are washed by little waters; and some boats never make it to the shore. If love is truly your goal and the goal of your love is love itself then the pillars of love shall always remain true. Be good to the people you meet. And be good to those who hurt you as well. Someday, sometime, it will make sense to everyone.”

“I was dead for a billion of years and in a few years I will be dead again. I'm not conscious of that state of lifelessness which was before I came to life. And I'm not sure about the lifelessness that is yet to come. Life is only a station between these two states. It is a chance to experience and to do something, the only chance known with certainty. The major issue is to find what is worth living for, but an even greater issue is to find what is worth dying for. We all die anyway.”