BY TUBA SHAH
With the heavenly landscape, the music of gushing rivers, shining cascades and magnificent lakes; the fragrance of tulips and stunning Chinar trees; the beauty of snow-clad mountains, verdant pastures and meadows; the enchanting Bungus valley and the valleys of Gurez, Gulmarg and Pahalgam; the serenity of Mughal Gardens located on the foothills of the Zabarwan hills, Kashmir bewitches everyone.
The surreal beauty of the Kashmir valley defies description, yet many poets, authors and philosophers have tried to capture the splendour of this place in words.
The resplendent beauty of Kashmir lends meaning to Amir Khusro’s famous Persian verse, “Agar Firdaus bar roo-e-zameen ast/ Hameen ast-o hameen ast-o hameen ast” (If there’s Paradise on earth, It’s this, it’s this, it’s this.) The ethereal beauty that nature has endowed Kashmir with makes it rightfully be called the ‘Paradise on Earth’.
Besides, it is equally widely known for being called the ‘Pir Vaer,’ meaning the alcove of Sufis and saints, which has a distinctive aura of mystical aroma that touches the hearts of all and sundry.
There is much more to it that adds to the elegance of this pulchritudinous place and makes it even more pleasurable and satisfying, i.e., the inhabitants of this pristine land who are considered beautiful inside out.
Kashmir proudly boasts of its people being kind, warm, hospitable, helpful, affable, loving and always smiling despite being engulfed by the turmoil through and through.
Lately, I have started to feel otherwise, and so would anyone pondering upon the circumstances around us, which are becoming more daunting than before. My hands tremble to write something that is unbecoming of a ‘Kashmiri’- an epitome of humanity.
Some very recent gut-wrenching incidents that took place in the main city are enough to make any native say, ‘This cannot be my Kashmir,’ given the compassionate nature of the populace here. It is hard to believe that the benign and benevolent hearts are turning to mephistophelian and violent heads.
It was in the wee hours that the news of two siblings murdering their father flashed across my mobile screen and jolted me out of my slumber. I stood there utterly thunderstruck, rubbing my eyes to recheck if I read it right, and dropped my phone in shock, wishing not to have come across this gruesome news.
Least would have the victim (father) known that the butchers are born in his own bosom. A few days later, in yet another shocking incident, a fruit vendor stabbed a customer after an altercation over the quality of watermelons he was selling.
Both the incidents had one thing in common, as could be judged from the nature of the crimes-monetary dispute. It still sounds unbelievable to me that the people of my Kashmir can stoop to such low levels murdering their dear ones or associates just for a few bucks.
Though many such horrendous incidents have happened in past but the rate of the crime spree has been increasing for quite some time now, and I can’t muster the courage to write about it, even accept this as truth.
How would I write about my Pir Vaer getting transformed into an abode of criminals? About my people who are losing their patience and humanity in the pursuit of material wealth?
About my people who are setting their feet on the wrong track while ignoring the teachings of our beloved Prophet (PBUH)? About my people who are becoming walking demons under the garb of angelic faces? No! I cannot, because this is not what I have known and seen about my homeland and its people.
This cannot be the Kashmir of Lalla Ded, Sheikh-ul-Alam and Habba Khatoon. This cannot be the Kashmir that our ancestors visualised and which Agha Shahid Ali and Ghulam Rasul Mir weaved in their verses.
The saying that it is never too late stands true, but we need to gear up to make a change for better. It’s high time to pay heed to our very own great Kashmiri poet, Mahjoor, who said, “Walo haa baagvaano navbaharuk shaan paida kar/ Pholan gul gath karan bulbul tithe saamaan paida kr” (Come O Gardener! Let us create the magnificence of a new spring/ when flowers will blossom and bulbul will dance, create that consciousness).
We are the gardeners of our land, and it solely becomes our responsibility to nurture it and be the torchbearers of love, peace, harmony and brotherhood. It becomes our duty to work together to revive and retain the sheen and glory of this land and its people that make it a ‘Paradise’ on earth.
Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed in this article are the personal opinions of the author.
The facts, analysis, assumptions and perspective appearing in the article do not reflect the views of GK.