User:Shamshad Afridi

Shamshad Afridi (Urdu: شمشاد آفریدی‎), born Shamshad Ali Afridi on 10 March 1980, is the first Pakistani Microbiologist from Federally Administered Tribal Areas. Afridi was born on 10 March 1980 in Khyber Agency of the Federally Administered Tribal Areas, Pakistan. He is from the Afridi tribe of Pashtuns. He studied in the prestigious Edwardes College Peshawar before joining Medical College. As a Microbiologist he has many publications both in national and international medical journals including a study on Prevalence and molecular characterization of Enterobacteriaceae producing NDM-1 carbapenemase at a military hospital in Pakistan and evaluation of two chromogenic media, published in the well reputed British Journal of Diagnostic Microbiology and Infectious Diseases.

In Medical College he was known as "Shampeare". He loves reading books and writing poetry. He is quite active on social media and runs an occasional blog by the name of "The Onion Fumes".

He wrote a poem "The Wicked Hearts" in condemnation of the brutal attack on Malala Yousafzai in Oct 2012. He termed the attack on Malala as an attempt to ravish the blooming vale Swat,of its rose, elegance and might; of its valour, civility and light.

His poem "The Wailing wind from Peshawar" after the tragic terrorist attack on APS Peshawar was acknowledged and liked by many. The Poem is reproduced as under.

Sitting in the bus jolting in fog Thinking about the sweet departed souls,

About the sojourn of unblossomed buds perfected

Ravished

By those with veins carrying pus infected,

On the day that already carried

From seventies some deep bruises varied.

About the doom that hastened

And the gloom that fashioned,

About the books that cried,

And the ink that died,

I can still hear them ;

Listen, listen to the lilies that moan;

Feel the clank of trigger in the hands

Of one with heart of stone,

The thud of bullet piercing

The green and white uniform.

About the veins, touched only by the lips of mothers,

Collapsing and unfurling,

In blood storm and smothered, opened

Like the fist of sleeping child,

With wrenching pain for a while;

Did they have their pens as arms of slaughter?

Or Ma'am Tahira a goblin's daughter?

For what fault their blood was splattered?

Could evil be more announced?

Could trauma be more pronounced?

About the wretched, the murderers wretched

May hell be their abode

Atrocious misery their mode,

And please make it perpetual my Lord;

May fetid be their smell,

Even to hell offensive their shell,

May to the acts of such depravity

Match thy miseries and woes' gravity;

And each suffering unspeakable

Fill thy every filthy cavity.

About the patrons and bros of dead Pharaohs,

And their roguish stinking shadows,

I hope their cheeks yearn for smile,

For now united are all ranks and files,

None will get any space,

Nor their bloody steps any place,

Run you will from hill to hill,

Won't now you hide your filthy face,

Remain you will under-siege,

No matter you are black, white or beige;

Clad in war, not peace we come,

Make your choice you all or some,

Shave your face or change your name,

Plant yourself or make a hasty run,

Invoke your klepy or orcs or trolls,

For God we pray to is not your one,

You sure will pay for each flower you uproot,

No friend, no fiend shall bear u a fruit.

About the day of pain which can't be unlived,

Though by sculpting courage collective,

And refusing to wed with fear destructive,

Lets infuse the dreams of fallen angels,

Into our hearts, brains and muscles

Into our skin, nail, hair and even hair tangles,

Lets adorn a future free from a sigh,

A future lifting even the heart of God High.

He is a great admirer of Javed Ahmad Ghamidi, obvious from his views in any religious discourse which are basically the resonation of Ghamidi Sahib's teachings.