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Iqbal's Message To Muslims

The document summarizes the Jallianwala Bagh massacre that occurred on April 13, 1919, where British soldiers fired upon hundreds of unarmed Indian civilians who had gathered to protest British colonial rule. It then discusses how this event and the oppression of colonial rule inspired poet Muhammad Iqbal to advocate for the idea of an independent Muslim state through his poetry and message of ideological leadership, which ultimately led to the creation of Pakistan in 1947.

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Iqbal's Message To Muslims

The document summarizes the Jallianwala Bagh massacre that occurred on April 13, 1919, where British soldiers fired upon hundreds of unarmed Indian civilians who had gathered to protest British colonial rule. It then discusses how this event and the oppression of colonial rule inspired poet Muhammad Iqbal to advocate for the idea of an independent Muslim state through his poetry and message of ideological leadership, which ultimately led to the creation of Pakistan in 1947.

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The day was april 13, 1919.

The weather of Baisakhi festival, the cold breeze of


spring, clouds playing hide and seek with the sun. Hundreds of Sikhs, muslims and
baisakhi pilgrims gathered in Jallianwala Bagh, Amritsar; there to celebrate the festival
of baisakhi and to protest the arrest of Dr.Saifuddin and his colleagues. Jallianwala
bagh was walled from all sides. The british army blocked all the exits for the unarmed
and helpless protestors. ​ Colonel ​Reginald Dyer​ looked over the hundreds of unarmed
protesters and mercilessly asked his army to open fire.
Ladies and gentlemen,
The sky shook, first with the thunder of hundreds of muskets and rifles and later
with the screams of unarmed civilians. ​Pinned up in a narrow place considerably smaller
than Trafalgar Square, with hardly any exits, packed together so that one bullet would
drive through three or four bodies,people ran for fear of their lives. When the fire was
directed upon the centre, they ran to the sides. The fire was then directed to the sides.
Many threw themselves down on the ground, the fire was then directed down on the
ground. The thunder of rifles continued, and it stopped only when the ammunition had
reached the point of exhaustion. The dirt turned to mud with blood and the shattering
cries of the wounded turned to the deafening silence of death.
Mr. President,
This is the picture of indo-pak colonialism. The picture of tyranny, oppression and death.
Ladies and gentlemen,
This is the picture of the history, in which if you were not british by heritage and white
by skin you were lined up to be shot like mad dogs and made cannon fodder in the wars
of the british overlords.
Ladies and gentlemen,
This is the picture that Allama Muhammad Iqbal saw every single day of his life in
Colonial indo-pak. This is the picture that gave fluency to the word, pain to his poem,
and depth to the prose of the greatest revolutionary poet known to man.
Ladies and gentlemen​​,
This is the picture of chaos in which Iqbal found the muslims of Indo-pak and realized
that the nation did not need more weapons, because the british already had more
arsenal than anybody else in the world. He realized that the muslims of indo-pak
needed an ideology that would lead them through this chaos and bring them to the
freedom that they had sacrificed so much for. He knew that flesh may wither and die,
but ideas; ideas are bulletproof.
Ladies and gentlemen​​.
This is how the the great dreamer poet Allama Muhammad iqbal was born.
Mr. President sir,
Leadership is not about a title or a designation. It's about impact, influence and
inspiration. Impact involves getting results, influence is about spreading the passion you
have for your ideals, and you have to inspire your people even when they face utmost
adversity. There are only a few individuals in the history of the world that claim the
mantle of leaders without having any title or position. The impact they made was based
solely on their ideals and their commitment to making life better for their community.
Allama Muhammad Iqbal certainly falls into this category of leaders and rightly so.
At the time when muslims in subcontinent indo-pak really needed ideological
leadership, Iqbal stepped up to the mantle and rightly so, a philosopher poet who
inspired millions of muslims to fight for their own rights.
He lead muslims ideologically, telling them about their history ;the fact that
nobody has any right to persecute them. His ideas reflected in his poetry which was
widely popular among muslims at that time. Through his poetry muslims had a shared
sense of community and an idea that they were all in this together and that they would
fight the tyrannical oppressors and liberty shall be their fate.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Iqbal was the one who put forward the idea of a muslim nation state. A utopia
where the rule of law was based on the golden principles of islam; where muslims could
exist without persecution and oppression. His ideals lit a fire which showed the muslims
of india the path for freedom, ultimately in 1947.
Mr. President Sir,
Ultimately, leadership is not about glorious crowning acts.
It's about keeping your community focused on a goal and motivated to do their best to
achieve it, especially when the stakes are high and the consequences really matter.
It is about laying the groundwork for others' success, and then standing back and letting
them shine and Allama Muhammad Iqbal certainly did that for the muslims of
subcontinent indo-pak.
Iqbal’s message to muslims is brilliantly summed up in the words of Maya Angelou
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

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