Nasir Aijaz, based in Karachi, the capital of Sindh province of Pakistan, is basically a journalist and researcher having spent over 48 years in the field of journalism. He won Gold Medal and another award for best reporting in 1988 and 1989. He has worked in key positions for newspapers and news agencies. He also worked as a TV Anchor for over a decade and conducted some 400 programs. He is author of ten books on history, language, literature, travelogue and biography. One of his books ‘Hur – The Freedom Fighter’, a research work on war against the British colonial forces, also won a prize. Further, he translated a poetry book of Egyptian poet Ashraf Aboul Yazid, into Sindhi language, which was published in Egypt. Besides, he has written around 500 articles in English, Urdu and Sindhi, the native language of Sindh. He is editor of Sindh Courier, an online magazine and represents The AsiaN, an online news service of South Korea. His articles have also been translated in Arabic and Korean languages. Sometimes he writes poems in his native language. Nasir Aijaz is one of the founding members of Korea-based Asia Journalists Association AJA. He has visited some ten Asian countries and attended international seminars.
Angela
Angela Kosta
DREAMS OF REVOLUTION AND FREEDOM
What is the significance of dreams
seen after sleep?
Dreams should be those
that do not let you sleep.
I also keep seeing such dreams,
like an old saying,
Dreams of economic,
social revolution and national unity
that have not allowed me to sleep all my life.
But despite not realizing it in seven decades,
I have not stopped seeing such dreams.
Some of them are lying under the bed in my place, on which I sleep with my head every day, Some of them are kept in the small
cupboard next to it,
And some of them are lying
between the pages of books.
Every night by opening the closet,
laying my head on the bed or opening a book,
I go back to the world of these dreams.
SONGS OF THE NIGHT
Death is like a nap
Death is only a temporary separation
The night is dark and black
But the sun will rise again
I sing the songs of the night
I have to cross the sea of silence
I have to come back here
To wage the war of emancipation.
A CAGE
Lying in bed at midnight
The bedroom looks like a cage
Where I do live for months
Disconnected from the world
Imprisoned in the state of disability.
It was the first rain of winter outside
Alas, I couldn’t go outside to enjoy.
I just peep through the window glass
Hear the sound of raindrops
Listen to prolonged cooing sound of pigeon
Sitting on the window sill
Running in drops.
It makes me feel
The bird is free to enjoy the rain
I am confined to a cage.
Prepared Angela Kosta Academic writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, journalist
