'Why All Muslim? '

WHY ALL MUSLIM??? 

Bharat has been bleeding for centuries now,

A rivalry that started when Arabs came to show us how.

Islam entered, a new chapter began,

But did it come with peace or a master plan?

Today, terrorists don’t just kill, they defame,

And the whole Muslim community bears the same blame.

Is that fair? Was that the aim?

Or is Pakistan laughing, fanning this flame?

Look, there are those who live for Pakistan,

Even though they’re in India, do you see the plan?

But let’s not forget, there are Muslims too,

Who love this land, being honestly true.

Yes, it's rare, but it’s real, it exists,

And we cannot erase it, no matter the twist.

Pakistan dreams of chaos in our name,

Using religion, sowing hatred, fanning the flame.

The recent Pahalgam incident is crystal clear,

Has ignited a hatred, a fire we now fear.

Pakistan aims to divide, to sow endless strife,

Unable to conquer by force, so they target our life.

With a calculated plan, they stir the flame,

Claiming religion killed Hindus, fueling the blame.

This deceit stirs hate, once more in our hearts,

But should every Muslim bear this, for crimes they never start?

Do the innocent Muslims too, deserve this hate?

Do we judge by the actions of a few and seal their fate?

I’m a proud Hindu, Yes, I'm strong,

But I won’t paint the innocent with the same wrong.

I mourn every life lost in the name of this mess,

But would sinking to their level really bring progress?

It was us, The Hindus, once allowed Islam in this land to breathe,

May be we forgot? Or have we turned naïve?

Now, let's talk about the present, no need to go back,

What would dharma say if we followed the same track?

Dilip Kumar, born Yusuf Khan, a legend in film,

His legacy in Indian cinema stands strong and still.

Meena Kumari, born Mahjabeen Bano, a name to remember,

Her contribution to art is timeless, her flame will never surrender.

Madhubala, born Mumtaz Jehan Begum, the epitome of grace,

Her beauty, her talent, left a permanent trace.

These were Muslims, greats in their own right,

Who never let their religion fuel the fight.

Let’s look at the men who wore uniforms, too—

Brigadier Mohammad Usman, a patriot true.

Who fought in the 1947-48 Kashmir war,

And laid down his life, protecting the Indian core.

Air Marshal Idris Hassan Latif, a name we respect,

In the Indian Air Force, his bravery we can't forget.

He was a leader, a patriot, a man of great honor,

He fought for Bharat, no less, no farther.

Lieutenant General Jameel Mahmood, another hero bold,

He served in the Indian Army, his story of valor untold.

In every battle, every mission, he stood tall,

Fighting for Bharat, answering the nation’s call.

APJ Abdul Kalam, the People’s President,

His legacy of science and wisdom still present.

A Muslim by birth, yet a soul so pure,

His dedication to India, forever will endure.

These were the ones who stood with Bharat,

Their loyalty to the nation, a bond that never departed.

Some of them were Muslim, but their blood has a depth, 

Though they might have converted, their loyalty kept.

For Bharat, the sacred land, they were always true,

No matter the name, their hearts always knew.

So why do we still blame every Muslim in sight?

Is this what our dharma says is right?

The problem isn’t with Muslims, it’s with the ignorant mind,

Those who let politics and hatred blind.

But how to tell the good from the bad?

Isn’t our own Hindu fight over caste often so sad?

We’re all guilty of flaws, some big, some small,

So why generalize when we’ve stumbled ourselves after all?

Muslims aren’t the problem, lack of education is,

A mindset shaped by hate, that’s where the war is.

Those taught to harm, to kill, to fight,

Will never see truth, will never see light.

But those who learn kindness, loyalty, and grace,

Will never fall prey to terror or disgrace.

The real enemy isn’t a religion or a name,

It’s ignorance and hatred, that’s the true shame.

So think about it, don’t rush to judge,

It’s on us, don’t let this divide, don’t hold a grudge.

Yes, it’s a sensitive topic, but someone has to speak,

I hope my message hits home, it’s not for the weak.

The world’s changing, and so should we,

It’s time to rise, to live and let be.

Let’s stop the hate, let’s break the chain,

And leave behind the old wounds, the endless pain.