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Iqbal Day

Iqbal Day



9th November is the day which is named as the Iqbal day. Pakistani people usually enjoy sipping coffees and tea on this day back at home as for them it’s yet another holiday from the hectic routine. The nation has forgotten the real feeling for this day. They usually don’t even know why we call this day as the Iqbal day. For them Iqbal was just a poet, philosopher and a person who dreamed Pakistan. But to understand Iqbal we need to look at Germans who have a research center on Iqbal. They publish verses of his poems on weekly or monthly basis and describe the entire philosophy behind. For them Sir. Muhammad Iqbal is not a sub-continent poet but is a great philosopher who teaches them how to live life.

Iqbal wrote what he wrote for us to understand and we should have been working on preserving his work yet the Germans are the nation to actually do work that may please Iqbal. We, do nothing just give the nation a holiday and think that’s enough for such an important person of our history. How many of us have tried to understand the philosophy behind SHIKWA and JAWAB-e-SHIKWA. How many of us tried to know true meaning of LAB PEY ATI HAI DUA BAN KAY? I believe only a handful of people. How many of us really know that what Iqbal wanted us from us? How he wants us to live? We’ll ask the Germans who are working everyday on knowing and understand the detailed philosophy behind Iqbal yet knowing the fact that it is us who should be doing all the work.


At the end, I would say it’s useless to name a day as Iqbal day while the whole nation don’t even know what he actually need from us and they took just another holiday or a topic for media speech or simply a Facebook status.


Ahmed RIK
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Location: Islamabad, Pakistan

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