Sunday, 12 November 2017

The Stare

Have you ever paid attention to the men?
Never mind men, have you seen boys how young
Yet confident they are when they talk
To a random stranger they come across on the walk?
I saw my little teddy bears, my brothers,
Grow into these, little teddy bears.

But they know how to talk with that ease
You know, casual, that upper hand voice
Even when you hear them say "please"
Of course not when they talk to me
But to that stranger on the walk
To whom they act confident and all.

Why to that stranger of them all
Would they act confident and all?
That strange stare of that stranger,
That stare like he was some kind of danger.
And that's when it struck me
All animals in any danger show possession and power
And confidence and all just like my bears.
They showed comfort every time they were scared.

They had no 'dopatta' around their breasts to adjust.
They had to learn to live broadening their chests.
Their deep voice never trembles when they're hurt
And God! All this is such a painful art.
They've always tried to be strong
Or they pretended so, all life long.
But the sweat on their forehead every time that stare
Of someone checking them out is always there.
Of course,
They cannot evoke the 'maa behen' respect in those animals
So they Man it up and Man it all

But being Man is not the solution to the confusion
Of whether a molester in all his frustration
Would always hunt a girl down
If you pay attention and look around.
For what I saw in the news things that happened in Kasur
And people posting stories with hashtag "Me Too"
Doesn't seem like anyone is safe
When such beasts are out untamed.

A week ago I read how a scholar
Well known for spiritual matters
Grabbed a young soul in his hands as it fluttered
In the back seat of a car. And then, it shattered.
They might have thrown him wingless after they were done.
And for rest of the life he will trust no one.

These young boys, these young souls, these young winged dreams
When they see someone looking at them like they are they feast
And they have this little courage to share or speak
Of what they go through. How they deal
with all this?

What if my little teddy bears have grown up
To grow enough to remain silent and never open up?

And may be
May be just like I roll my eyes or frown
Every time I sense danger around.
And just like I walk with my shoulders squeezing,
Curling into my body so it's not revealing any targets for them to hunt.
May be
Just like that my boys are "Confident
The Stare
- By Kayenat Hameed Khan

This poem was performed in PenWomen Workshop arranged by Young Women Writers' Forum in collaboration with "Ideas" and "Words and Metaphors".


Thursday, 5 October 2017

A Note To My Teacher

"Dear Teacher,
Thank you for reading this. I just wanted to let you know that I remember.
I remember when you took my hand and walked me into my very first classroom. It didn't look like one though, it had toys all around. I remember you encouraging me on the day of exam to remember what came after Eleven, i remember repeating One to Eleven so many times and yet nothing helped.
I remember you in my first grade, when you taught me to read. I remember you showing me how to write "Footpath" and "National" I remember you helped me draw an Orange.
In second grade you gave me a scrap book and asked me to bring five types of leaves during the summer break. You taught me names of the planets and their order, and weathers and fruits and the national map.
In third grade you gave me homework to write an essay on my home and I cried because I thought the house was too big and had too many things to write about. You taught me what a computer was, and you promised to let me use it next year. You taught me about cardinal directions in easy words.
In fourth grade, you had me ready to read on my own, write whatever i wanted. You encouraged me to speak in the class and to ask outside the class. You fulfilled your promise too. And, also, taught us to use fountain-pens. You advised us to use fountain pen in homework.
I fifth grade when I'd have trouble in memorizing history you'd tell me stories of those people. You talked about them like you knew them from back in time. And I believed you. You scolded me for not being attentive and changed my seat to the front. You were mostly angry.
In sixth grade you got me confused in square roots and algebra. But you told me it will be alright. You advised me to practice it. I drew paramecium and plant cell and you checked it. I remember you told us about the greatness of our ancestors from the other lands. You taught us how many pillars and articles of faith I was supposed to have. You dictated the answers so I could copy.
In seventh grade you gave me some space to use my own skills. You told the class to write about ourselves on a piece of paper, I couldn't. You took us to the lab and showed us the preserved insects and asked us to memorize their forms and structures. I remember you told us about "the East and the West".
In high school I read a foreign author who wrote our history, for the first time, I was excited to know what others have talked about us. You gave me more homework and lesser dictations. You taught me how the blood circulated in veins and how our body coordinated. I remember you asking me about Organic Chemistry, something I couldn't explain. I remember you warning me about how weak I was in Math.
In College you taught me how to deal with and understand things conceptually for one exam, and then memorize them for another exam. I saw you were as confused and irritated by this as I was. I remember you gave us examples from your life to make us understand. I remember you advising me to pay attention to the diction. I remember you told me you had faith in me.
In University you questioned me and let me question you. You asked me about the East and the West. You left me with more questions in my mind. You showed me how similar you and I have always been. You let me disagree with you. You asked about what I thought and never forced your 'right' on my 'right'.
All my life, since I started getting into the system, you helped, assisted and gave guidance. You made a huge part of what I am today. And I know you will continue to be there. Thank You, Dear Teacher."

Friday, 25 August 2017

پهر سے

پهر سے کوئی آئے گا

کسی توہین کے الزام میں
.دوسروں کو جلائگا
پهر کسی کے ہاتھ سے
.قلم چهینا جائے گا
پهر کی آغوش کو
.ویراں کیا جائے گا
جس کی 'اکبر ذات' نے
کوئی سزا نہ سنائی
ایسی اک خطا کےنام
.سر کاٹ گرایا جائے گا
پهر سے, وہ لاشوں پر
'رقص 'اللہ اکبر
.کر کے چلا جائے گا
اور هم چپ چاپ
خاموش بمثل آب
بہتے چلے جائیں گے
چلتے چلے جائیں گے
جیتے چلے جائیں گے

...مرتے چلے جائیں گے



کائنات حميد خان

Monday, 3 July 2017

میرا جواب

پہاڑوں سے نکل کہ هم جب منظر میں آتا ہے
تو برحق ڈٹنے والے هم مشعل و ملالہ ہے
یہ تو تم مانتے ہو کہ یہاں قانونیت کم ہے
ہمیں سوتیلوں کی طرح پھر کیوں جهٹلاتا 
ہے؟

سمگلر پر بهی ہنستا ہے چرواہے پر بهی ہنستا ہے
مجهے ایسا کیوں لگتا ہے تو بس مجه پر ہی ہنستا ہے؟
تمهارے "سا را گا ما پا دا" کا ہم ریاض کرتا ہے
مرے سنگیت پر تالہ ہے، لیکن پهر بهی گاتا ہے
کبهی 'اتڼ'، کبهی رباب ہم سے چهینے گئے هیں
مگر ہم پهر بهی ہر اک ساز اور ہر سر میں گاتا 
ہے

ترا یه میل دل اور زنگی سوچ سے بدبو آتا ہے
مانا تم دن میں تین چار بار پانی سے نہاتا ہے
صفائی کا ذرا گر ہو سکے تو سبق دے ہی دو
کہ ہم پہ ہنس کہ کیسے ہاته تم صاف کراتا 
ہے

مذاق وه تها گر، تو یہ بهی ہے. ناراض کیوں ہوتی ہے؟
گرتا ہے شہسوار وہی جو ایسے جنگ لڑتی ہے
  
(میرا جواب)
 - کائنات حميد خان

 


Recently a poet tried to create comedy by humiliating Pashtuns in one of the Eid Transmissions on PTV, Pakistan's national TV channel. The poet makes fun of the bombs blasts in Pashtun areas of the country and receives a round of applause when he mocks the lack of law and order in the these areas on behalf of the state. He also found this amusing that some Pashtuns smell like sheep, and ridicules them by saying that they take a bath once a year. He also laughs at Pashto music saying that all Pashto songs are composed in one tone. And they don't have a sense for music. While reading those verses, the poet also used a specific tone and made deliberate grammatical mistakes, stereotyping the "Pashtun accent"of Urdu. Different people are reacting to it in different ways. Many activists in the Pashtun community demand an apology from the Poet and the national TV channel. The above poem is my answer to those controversial verses.

Top Ten 'Three Ways To Pakistan'

A few days ago, I had a random discussion with a bunch of students in university. I told them about my blog and my research on "Three Ways of How To" in national context. They agreed to answer my questions. I wanted to share the experience. Following are responses of the respondents.

Three jokes a Pakistani will forward happily

  • Jokes about Pashtuns and Sardars
  • Jokes about Politicians
  • Jokes about Teachers


Three ways to earn a name (good or bad)

  • Talk for/against the clerics
  • Talk for/against establishment
  • Talk against politicians


Three ways to die a natural death
  • Eat healthy
  • Drink healthy
  • Avoid going to public places like Markets, Schools, Universities and Hospitals etc


Three reasons you can expect love

  • Belong to Middle East
  • Shoot a bunch of kids and blame somebody for buying you the gun

and recently discovered

  • "Be a Pakistani" 


Three ways you can tell the truth

  • Whisper it to yourself
  • Tell it to someone who does't understand the language
  • Tell it to a tree


Three ways to use freedom of speech

  • Say what they want to hear
  • Never speak against them
  • Don't speak a lot.


Three ways to get away with a murder

  • Call the dead a sinner
  • Blame the neighbors
  • Fly to Thailand


Three ways to die a hero and leave a legend
  • Kill the person you are paid to guard
  • Claim something or blame someone
  • Fly with a crate of mangoes in the luggage.


Three ways to call an Afghan in Pakistan

  • Respectable brothers just like our owns, living abroad? No. Muhajir
  • Harmless people facing phobias by other communities they live with, just like us? No. Mushtaba Afrad
  • A larger community that is expected to apologize and compensate  for something offensive that a minority among them is known to be standing for? No. Kala ba zay.


Three ways to survive after messing up with the flow

  • -
  • -
  • -
(They said they'll think of a way)


They promised to meet me on the same spot the next day but no one showed up. I suspect they lie.

Monday, 15 May 2017

Who Are You?

(The following is something i wrote last year in the month of April. A year has passed and I can say another thing or two about it but this would still be the base. Also this was my first attempt.)


...


"Who are you?", a question differently answered by individuals at different times. We were asked by our Professor in the first lecture, an introductory class rather.
"And you have two years to figure it out, that's the time you will spend with us.", he added.
And then after a pause, "And the rest of your life". That smile on his face though.
That's when my journey began. I listed down all i could think of. Following was the order:
My cast
My name
Gender
Religion
My parents (Father mainly, as in my sense of belonging with them)
Country
A human.
"But all this is so common", I thought. Everybody has an origin and humankind is, well obviously, all humans. So what was special about me? Where was i different? Not that i wanted to be different but where does any of these details describe me as me?
I began to think about my identity, and my originality.
This journey on the self knowledge has been a year long as i keep analyzing the same things about myself over and over again. And i have been changing my answer every now and then. But it has been a month or two that i feel 'settled' about where i have landed.
It was hard not to notice how everyone was almost everything that i was. And i started feeling insignificant. I felt so unimportant in one phase. There was nothing i could wear as my "identity". Nothing I could refer to as "me". Was I nobody? Of course, I was. Technically, I WAS somebody. But did anyone care? Did it make any difference?
Whether I was the youngest, the eldest or the middle child, what was my contribution in that? My name, my features, or in anything that could be referred to as 'me', I saw none of my contribution in it.
More like suddenly, all the badges fell down and all the labels flew away. And I started to look around me. I started identifying myself with everyone in my house, students i would see outside, people at my university, people waiting for the bus on the stops. Not everything would be relative but sometimes this other times that. I began to see bits of myself in such bits of almost everyone.
An infant now appeared equal and equally important to me as any adult including myself. Mistakes of everyone started reminding me of my own. And I rarely felt any anger (that i abundantly practiced before). The only thing that would provoke rage in me would be when people would overlook one's need and rights for someone else. Even if they would overlook themselves, i'd feel disturbed and react.
But that (reaction) too has changed now. I guess I started to understand why they'd do so. I do know that one thing we as humans need the most, and that we lack the most in knowledge. Knowledge about ourselves, awareness rather. We need awareness. And with that might come our tendencies to accept others, other cultures, other religions and others' identities.
This realization changed me in some ways. I now accept, for example, a religiously devoted person of any religion as much as i accept a not-so-devoted person of any origin. By accepting them i mean recognizing them as they are and respecting them (i.e. not resisting or threatening or fearing them) and theirs', however it is.
They are as right as I am, as important as I am and as precious as I am. They are as original as i am. They exist, like I do. So none of us is significant if he/she tries to separate himself/herself from the rest of us. Together, as an entity, we are all significant, important and special. And each one of us is equally significant too, equally worthy.
So I'm either nobody or I am what my fellow beings are, in my own way, but still the same. The labels attached to me, the appearances i carry, the way of life, the faith system and the ideas I have may be different but not better or worse than anyone else's. Rather, they are equally important to be concerned, as any other person's.
'But who is the enemy then?', was next in my head. Am I my own enemy? I thought. If i don't condemn destruction and violence of any/all kinds on any/all levels, then i am my own enemy. Self destruction is still destruction.
If I am OK with suppression of one of us or a group of us by some others among us, the yes i am my own enemy. If i don't allow the rights to others, those rights that i demand for myself, then i am what's wrong with the world.


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Tuesday, 2 May 2017

Celebrating Everyone


Imagine all the roses
And the flowers and the trees.
Now color them all one,
Any color may it be.
Imagine all the fruits
But give them taste the same.
And if the Earth was all a desert
Or one ocean, or one plain.
Imagine nights without the moon,
And no sun to bring a day.
Or all stars if shone like sun
And all life a melting day.
One flavor and one scent
And one weather uniform.
If the differences do end
Will this world have any Charm?

Diversity
-By Kayenat Hameed Khan

One of my classmates was giving a presentation on William Wordsworth on 3rd of May last year(2016). She referred to  "The Daffodils" as an example of what Wordsworth called "spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings". And meanwhile, I thought what if all the flowers were daffodils or what if all the plants looked alike and had one color, and i wanted to puke. And that's when it struck me. 
At that moment, i was still in trauma of an incident taken in our department. When a group of students with some policemen 'visited' us because the students were playing some sport past the class timings, in the department lawn. The visitors could not cause any trouble but that led me to a very sad realization. Being students, being students of they same university, we were alienated by many groups and they were equally alien to us. And i felt like if we don't celebrate our differences, we will continue to mourn them. If we don't love, we will hate. If we don't accept each other, we will resist each other. If we don't let live, we will kill.
I am not that much of an artist but i have a point to prove. Somebody once argued that God wants us to live in one particular way and that ideal would be the entire Human society believing in one truth, dressing in one particular way, speaking one honorable language etc etc. And since it's a lot to be real, It will be in heaven.
I don't know about heaven. But regarding this world, I am sure God loved differences and so He created them Himself. If God wanted all of us to think alike, dress alike, be alike and live in one same way, He could have just created clones and given us same brain rather than giving each one of us such a different one. God created diversity and Nature supports it. So if I try to hate, resist and/or eliminate everything that is not me or for me, than i am going against nature. And thus, i decided to post it finally.

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Wednesday, 26 April 2017

The Greater God?


God is Great.
But you doubt it.
That is why
You pick His fights.
Like He needs
Your arms and feet,
Like you can
Save Him from man,
Like He must
Have you for defense,
Tell me then
Who is your God?
The one you save,
Or you the Brave?
For you have been
Like you're Supreme.
But if you are not
To yourself god,
Then stop the call
Of unasked war.
And let Him deal
Then with people.
He won't hesitate
To love what He creates.
So let Him be
What He is- Great.
The Greater Gods
- By Kayenat Hameed Khan


I wrote this poem on 14th of April as the first reaction to the sad incident of Mashal Khan, a student, brutally killed by fellow students in Abdul Wali Khan University, Mardan. I had almost forgotten about my Blogspot and i didn't think of uploading it anywhere then. But the previous day i.e. on 25th of April 2016 we arranged a peace walk in our university campus in remembrance of Mahsal Khan. And i thought anything we do to continues to remember Mashal Khan is worth it. So I thought of posting it.
Mashal was accused of blasphemy, and without any confirmation a mass number of students from different political student federations on the same campus, joined hands in killing Mashal. And Killing him was not all. He was shot. And then beaten up to death because the bullet didn't kill him. And when he finally died. They tried to humiliate his body. And then these young men celebrated, under the slogans of Allah-o-Akbar (God is Great), with Mashal's body lying on the floor in front of them The entire incident, the hideous crime this "mob" did, the fact that all the killers were students and those who gave orders are reported to be the teachers of a University is so painful. It sadly reminded me of "Lord of the Flies" when it was talked about during a conversation in my class.
Mashal's death and the manner of his death and the reactions from across the country has been the news flash in the national news channels, even if it was for a few days. The politicians showed full support with Mahsal's family and condemned what happened to him, even if reluctantly. And the people of Pakistan who continue to remember him, remember him not only for what happened to him, but also for "why" it happened to him. They stand for his cause. Mashal was a humanist, he preferred humanity over any difference and celebrated diversities of every sort among humans (anyone who goes through his Social media accounts will agree on this) He spoke against the corruption of university administration. And he spoke publicly against problems students were facing on the campus. Reports, and confessions of those who got arrested in Mashal's case confirm that the university administration gave the orders to the students to take care of Mashal and his friends.
 But the problem doesn't lie there alone. The motivation used to provoke all the students into killing a fellow student so brutally and then celebrating his death, was framed in a religious outfit. And all of a sudden being responsible for taking a life was not a problem anymore. There's this big question mark on the education system in Pakistan where hate speech is very common and normal in the text books. Mashal was not the first case, neither the last case where a human was killed, by more than one person usually, after being accused of blasphemy and before the trial. With in the next few days of lynching of Mashal Khan, three women killed a man in Sialkot and during the interrogation they accused him of blasphemy. The interesting part was when they said the man had committed blasphemy in 2004 but they never got a chance to kill him then. Believing what they said, these ladies had been anticipating about the killing another human being for about thirteen years. This is what a sick mind sounds like. Something more similar to Mashal's case was going to happened in Chitral where a mentally disturbed person was accused of blasphemy. But the religious cleric of the local mosque did not support the mob and tried to stop them, in reaction to which the mob turned against the cleric too. Police was called, and then the army approached to the mob. This is frightening and very disturbing. If incidents like these continue to happen, i don't want to imagine what my country might become in the next few years.
People of Pakistan are frustrated. There is a strong need of putting an end to the hate narrative. Human life, above all differences, should be taught to be valued. Or better, just stop the hate narrative things may fall down in their own places eventually.
A human killed is a life taken, forever. And when it is done deliberately, that is the most unnatural and inhuman thing a human can do to another human. Nothing justifies it. Religions usually do not promote violence except when they're misunderstood and no law justifies lawlessness except when it is abused.
And let's say that blasphemy is really a sin that needs to be punished. Even if it is so, I still have a few questions in my mind. Who are we to judge, punish, or reward anyone based on their relationship with God? If we are trying to punish someone for a sin they did against God, are we trying to do what God is supposed to do, aren't we messing up our own faiths there? Because it has to be either us or Him, both can not be in charge of punishing and rewarding. And if we can punish, can we reward too? And can we punish everyone on the planet that sins against God? The answer may vary to some. But I believe it's humanly impossible for us to do so. That has got to be God's job to punish us for sins.
Crimes are different. They are against society. And society is supposed to have a system where crimes are less likely to occur. Those who commit crimes can be punished because there are laws for it, in every society. And these laws are to make sure that lesser violence is committed by ensuring that those who commit violence or do something criminal are punished.
And even if blasphemy is a sin that needs a human-punishment/ human reaction, Prophet Muhammad(peace be upon him) gave a very different reaction to incidents that we call blasphemy. My earlier blogs show how the Holy Prophet(peace be upon him) reacted to those who threw trash at him, mocked him, called him names, threw stones at him, tried to kill him, killed his beloved uncle, made it impossible for him to live in his hometown and did worse to him. He forgave people who might have been hanged in our society by now. He prayed for those whom we in our society would have stoned to death. And he treated them with kindness. And in most cases they apologized, changed and accepted Islam. That was the Prophet(pbuh)'s way to deal with people who fit into our definition of blasphemers. Then what we do in the name of defending religion, does the religion justify it? Does religion need defense anyway? And are we in the right position to judge others?

Tuesday, 10 January 2017

Things That Better Muslims Do But The Prophet Didn't!

There are things that we as Muslims practice but that the Prophet in his lifetime, despite the situations provided, never did. And there are other things that we avoid and condemn doing while the Holy Prophet practiced it himself and commanded his followers to do so too. And we as "Better Muslims" take pride in doing all that we do, without considering why the Holy Prophet(peace be upon him) never responded to the same actions in the way we do or why did he not practiced certain things the way we practice them now. However someone very silly recently asked me whether deviation from Sunnah is a matter to be proud of or not? "I mean deviating from the teachings of the Holy Prophet Muhammad(peace be upon him) cannot be a matter of pride for someone who is claiming to be a "good follower" in different ways", said the girl next door once. And this made me to look into my Islamiyat books from my school days, to look for where are we different from our Prophet(peace be upon him). Little did my books say anything about the difference but as I started looking at the passages again and again, here were a few things about the Prophet's way, very clearly different from ours. A few of these are listed down here.

He was never reported to have beaten/hit any woman of his household:

Prophet Muhammad never in his entire lifetime committed any violence, the books prove. He was in the world of patriarchy yet he was never reported to have beaten or hurt any woman of his family or even a man, or anyone be it a slave or even an enemy for that matter.
His modern followers are practicing violence on their women in their houses and on young boys and girls in educational institutes as if it were a matter of pride. And the teachers of Quran in most places even provide different types of tortures that only starts from a gentle beating and exceed to hanging the children down from a tree branch in cold evenings after beating them with bamboo stick, pipe or other such "exciting" things that probably reminds these Teachers of their own childhood.

Valued the all types of education (not particularly the Islamic one):

Reading the after math of the very first battle in Islam's history i.e. battle of Badr, almost everyone comes across how humanely the seventy captives from enemy were treated."Those who could pay, were to pay ransom money and those who were literate, were released on the condition that they would teach at least Ten people. And this was considered as their ransom." Of course we all know about it and this shows how kindhearted the Muslim community was even towards it's own enemy.
But recently a page called The Naked Truth posted a very critical comment on this. Asking a non-Muslim to teach, what they have learnt, to Muslims, it was completely alright with the Holy Prophet unlike with some "today's followers" who are perhaps, i don't know. But we have brothers and sisters who will not learn sciences, (even though they do take all the benefits of the "bad westerns' evil knowledge") and will not learn "Non-Muslim" Languages because they are too "Out" of the circle of the Islamic study we have sketched. And to them, learning such stuff can make you a bad Muslim.

Never Called anyone a "Kaafir":

This one is my favorite, Prophet Muhammad came to the mankind as the last Prophet of the divine religions. Like all other religions, Islam is also starts with a "Laa" that is "No" i.e. the fabrication of all Gods, except One, the Almighty Allah. Obviously with this modern approach of Oneness of a Supreme God, people of all other already existing religions did call Prophet a non-believer (of their religion) and treated him and his followers with harshness. Tortured them to leave the new religion. And this belief in "Toheed" costed them their lives in many cases. The prophet himself had to leave his hometown because of the brutality he was facing in his own land from his own people just because he was preaching a different religion.
But once Islam started to flourish, and the Muslims of first Islamic community in Madinah became a well-established state under the rule of the Prophet, the Holy Prophet had all powers as head of the state. Now to think about humans back then as Super humans is obviously a very irrational and biased approach to history. They were regular human beings, and must have had made many mistakes and must have had done things that could have been against Muslims or Islam. Thinking about stories of the companions like the one who came confessing he committed adultery, and questioning myself Why on earth did the Prophet not call him a Kaafir. Instead he asked the man to "conceal himself in Allah's concealment". And then going back and forth the entire history of Islam thinking about why did the Prophet never ever in his entire life declared anyone a Kaafir. Not only the Prophet Muhammad but also his early followers never did that. But The Prophet could have been an exception. Not even the hypocrites were declared as anything like that. The Holy Prophet Muhammad preached a religion where he never declared his fellow Muslims "Kaafir" may be because he meant it when he said "Actions are based upon intentions"(in terms of punishing or rewarding of a person by the Almighty Allah) And intentions are invisible to humans.
But may be modern day "Good followers" know more, or are a better judge to judge a person and declare their fellow Muslim beings as Kaafir, Muslim or Momin. However, the Prophet never practiced this in his lifetime. 

Never accused anyone of blasphemy or took action against those who tried:

Remember the story of an old lady that used to throw trash on They Holy Prophet? She wasn't accused of blasphemy. Instead, once when she did not show up in sometime, It worried the Prophet so much that he went to check on her. Finding her ill, the Prophet treated her with kindness and looked after her. We all know what happened next. She embraced Islam. And the people of Mecca when were calling the prophet names and were hurting him emotionally so much, he was still not reported to have taken any action that would have hurt anyone of them. Instead when Muslims took over Mecca down the line, the Prophet forgave all those people who had cause so much trouble and pain to him.And the story of the first visit to Taif, the people threw stones at him and his companion and did not even listen to what he said. Instead they tried to humiliate him to the extend that Angle Gabriel came down to ask if the Prophet wanted to teach these people a lesson. But Prophet prayed for them and their generations instead saying they didn't know what they were doing.
The Prophet in his lifetime never tried anyone blaming him/her for committing blasphemy, may be because he knew that for a man so noble like him actions of a person, who doesn't understand his dignity and his importance, would not cause any sort of insult. He treated them all with kindness and care and prayed for them. He never thought of anything that he was going through in the path of Allah as an insult.
Perhaps some of the modern day "good followers" probably have a better understanding and may be also better idea of what is an insult to the religion and it's people and what is not. So some of these "better followers" are in love with accusing people every now and then of blasphemy and putting them through court trials where in some cases the suspects are ridiculously found guilty and given the punishment. But in most cases the court gets to know after it's job is being taken care of by the
'good muslims". But recalculating all of this, i am amazed at the love these "true followers" have for the Prophet. Once their love is provoked, they loose all the rational ties holding their strength and emotions back and they unleash all their love for the Prophet over anyone who is accused of blasphemy.

Forgave those who murdered his family members:

Very interestingly, the Holy Prophet forgave everyone who has ever hurt him or his family members. He did that even when he came back to his homeland after years, as an invader, he forgave all those who stood up against him all this time. He forgave the person who murdered his beloved uncle Hamza. And not only this, Abu Sufiyan and his wife( who chewed Hazrat Hamza's liver) were forgiven and welcomed when they embraced Islam
This one example is enough to show us what the Prophet used to do to his enemies, that too when he had power and authority over them. He treated them with the respect that most of the people fail to give to their friends. But the "better followers" hardly forgive anyone. May be because the situations are more challenging now or whatever the reason is. But some of the "better followers" believe in not-holding-back type of reactions when there is any animosity between them and other inferior ones. This is interesting because it puts too many question marks on otherwise understood convictions of today's follower of Islam, including some perspectives of the modern idea of Jihad.

Believed in democracy or consultations:

The events of the famous Battle of Trench or Ghazwa e Khandaq starts from the messenger coming to the Holy Prophet and giving him a warning about a battle conspired against Muslims by the people of Makkah and the Jewish tribes. By then the Muslims had fought battles of Badr and Uhad under the command of the Holy Prophet, both the battles showed that obeying the commands of the Holy Prophet would lead to victory and any deviation could cause a serious loss. Yet they all give their own suggestions about how to deal with the situation and there was even a conflict of views between few companions. Some wanted to stay in the city and defend the city while others wanted to go and meet the enemy in open. And this suggestion giving and small little disagreement about how to fight the war was completely fine. Reason? Because the Holy Prophet himself had asked for their point of views about the strategy that was to be taken. This should mean that monarchy and dictatorship was not something the Holy Prophet stood for. He was the messenger of God and that did make him the most authentic source and teacher of Muslims in all walks of life. But when it came to the political scenario, he consulted other companions. And whatever the majority supported, was followed accordingly.
However, many of Prophet's followers from this modern era consider the system of Islam as some dictatorship or monarchy. Many see the Saudi system of government as the Islamic one. But then again they're "better followers" so they must have good reasons for supporting their point. Some of these love the idea of a "strong" dictator and others call democracy "Kufr", that is, an action outside the circle of Islam(Something that will make you Kaafir). But everyone is not the same, it's a vast topic and i may not be able to sum up their goodness in one go but the point is they have modified and improved the ways of Islam even in giving us further guidance on which type of government should be supported by a better Muslim.

Holy Prophet had been a husband to business woman without having a problem with that:

The Holy Prophet's first wife was a business woman. She had people working for her, in fact the Holy Prophet was kind of an employee when Hazrat Khadeejah decided to marry him. Also, Hazrat Bibi Aisha was reported to have been attending meetings which means she too was involved in other activities along with looking after the house. Hazrat Khadeejah was very supportive to the prophet and she was independent in her resources but she was a good wife to the Prophet. The Holy Prophet was husband of a business woman and he loved her.
And so was the case of  Bibi Aisha, she was a friend, a companion and a wife. The liberty and independence she had at her hand even once lead to some problems as some people among the Muslims started doubting her piety but their conspiracies were put to an end when complete support to Hazrat Aisha was getting by Prophet Muhammad. So the Prophet had married women who were independent.
But some of his followers probably consider themselves "better husbands" when they know how and when to 'pull the strings' of their women, wives and sisters particularly. Better fathers among them  do not allow their daughters to be exposed to the evil that is taught in the schools even at the primary level, if she knows how to write her name, she might also know how to put a question-mark at the end of a question. Better husbands will not marry women who have their own business, in fact, in most cases they will not consider such a woman a pious one. Also most of the better men in certain good parts of the world tend to like women who cannot take care of their own selves and who need men beside all the time. The more she cannot do things on her own, the pious and modest she's considered. But I do see a point there, after all "good men" must be needed, wanted, admired, praised and also worshiped a little.

Prophet accepted a proposal very unusual:

We have been reading about how the Holy Prophet got married for the first time. Hazrat Khadeejah had sent him a proposal through her friend and maid Nafeesa. And we had been quite indifferent to the fact that the Holy Prophet accepted the proposal. This lady who later became an important companion of the Holy Prophet in early years of Islam was also a widow at the time she proposed the Prophet. She was also few years older than the Prophet was.
This very common knowledge too, i saw on a facebook page analysed very briefly and critically. And i felt it very normal to understand their simple point now when i was going through  my old books. Their point was that the student of Islamic Study in Pakistan are not given deeper understanding of such events.
But that's not the point here, because "better Muslims" have a deeper understanding. And to them, this would be a mortification thinking about accepting a proposal sent by a girl through her friend or worker of the house and not the family. Also marrying an older woman especially when it's the woman who initiates showing interest in the relationship is socially not acceptable and sometimes, unspeakable.
But the lesser ones may wonder how is this then possible that the Holy Prophet not only accepted the proposal but he never regretted and Hazrat Khadeejah was honored as the first Muslim woman of Islam. Allah has given her highest status among the followers of the Prophet for she became the first among "Mothers of the believers" May be back then  in the days of the Holy Prophet it was alright in Islam to consider a proposals that had genuine and sincere intentions and sentiments. It is no doubt a matter only scholars can deal with.


Prophet Never Harmed Public Property:

The Holy Prophet never harmed any public property and also suggested not to harm anything of the public properties or private property of the inhabitants of place Muslims took over in his lifetime. He advised his companions on the occasion of the Conquest of Makkah not to harm any human except to defend any advancement from the other side. His directions were clear, not harm any one among women, children and elderly citizens, and it was the same for any trees or plants in the city. Muslims who had entered the city of Makkah in complete control over the place were told not to harm anything but to clean up the Ka'aba from idols and make it a place of worship of One Allah, just how it once used to be.
But may be today's "better Muslims" are more passionate than history has ever seen. That is why anything that strikes them as something new or as an insult or a threat, even if it happens somewhere on the other side of the globe, they must show their protest against it. And while protesting, they show their disapproval by burning tires and flags on the roads of their city, throwing stones at buildings of their cities and destroying cars of their neighbors, breaking and damaging public property and rendering other such services in their own place that shows their ultimate love and devotion for the teachings of the Prophet and the religion he preached.

Whatever i have said in this very short blog is only my opinion and just a few things of "better Muslims" of my age that i have noticed around me, activities and practices that are at least a little different if not completely contradictory with how it used to be for the Prophet and for others in his lifetime. But again they're better and they must have better answers and better reasons for whatever they're doing. And I'm sure they are determined to make this world a better place blessed with their better existence.