October 2007

I heard gunfires…an explosion…a blank screen… smoke everywhere…what was it ..what happened…. I feel red wetness…numbness in my limbs…as I hear distant voices ..someone shouting
” Colonel Hassan has been hit…he is alive…bleeding..bring stretcher…hurry”
” what kind of a dream is it?” I think “is it a dream or is it real?”...
It has to be a dream….when did I go to sleep….I could not recollect..
I try to wakeup and lift my body…but could not…then I feel hands lifting my body…
” rush him to the safe place and call ambulance” I hear someone shouting

“Take it easy my son …you have made me proud…you kept your promise” I feel baba’s hand holding mine. I hear his voice may be after 35 years
” Baba….where were you?…where am I?…where is Maan jee?”
My eyes shutting down….white screen….

Dec.29, 1971, I see Maan jee holding my hands…she always looks so nice in black…
I remember few days ago she cried a lot…everyone on our street did….it was Dec.16….
we walk through … to the open ground…well dressed army men all around…some wooden boxes draped in our green flag..
” Bhabbi jee…come with me please” Uncle Shahid looks so handsome in that dress with stars
” but why is he serious today?” I think as I keep going near the boxes with Maan Jee.
‘Major Khaled Hassan’ I see Baba’s name plate on one of the boxes.
” He fought valiantly, did not let it go, even Indian army officer acknowledged that” Uncle Shahid tells Maan jee.

I remember baba saying ” Azfar beta, a man is known by the words he keeps. I was 7 when we got Pakistan and when I first saw Quaid-e-Azam I promised him from a distance that wherever I live, whatever I do I will defend and serve my people and this land till my last breath.”
Baba was born and grew up in Calcutta before moving to Pakistan in 1947. He worked hard to make his way to the army. During 1965 war he was Captain and fought bravely at Chamb sector.He proved his mettle.

A month after the war he saw Maan Jee when he was posted in Quetta. She was a baluch from Khuzdar and he a ‘mohajir’ but that did not mean anything to them.Both the families objected but were enough open minded to accept the difference.
When I was only 4, I remember him talking to his friend. He would say ” for me people in Dhaka and Chittagong are no different than people in Pindi or Karachi. We have to watch the borders so people can live in peace…I have my promise to keep”
I realize Baba has fulfilled his promise.
I stand for prayers with Uncle Shahid.
Guns roar to honor the ones in the boxes and army band starts playing…
Maan jee has pride and honor on her face…tears in her eyes
I take a fistful of this land….and drop it on the box…” I promise wherever I live, whatever I do I will defend and serve my people and this land till my last breath.”

My body is shaken…I try to open my eyes…I am feeling pain somewhere….I don’t know where..I hear shouts…
” rush him to the operation theater, Call Major Ali “

” why is my bed moving…is it earthquake? or am I sleeping on a truck?” I feel being run on wheels.
” give him anesthesia” I hear someone
I want to wakeup…but I am going into sleep again…white screen….

I see myself going to school…it is March 31, the results day…teacher announces my name for I stood first in the class..
Maan jee comes, kisses my forehead…determination on her face….tears in her eyes.

Outside the school there are processions, people chanting slogans ‘roti kapra aur makaan’. I could only understand that for the first time our leader has given some rights to a common man. It is good to see them happy but why Maan Jee does not seem happy?… I could not understand. She thinks this will be over very soon.She is right.

Couple of years more and another General takes over. People are afraid to speak as he preaches the ‘real’ Islam. Maan jee says “people who use religion to suppress others can not be true follower of the religion”. I try to understand as I see changes all around. Pakistan loses its most dynamic politician .
I see some moulvis starting to force their thoughts. Afghanistan, Russia and General Zia are the only things that one sees on PTV.
I am reluctant to join the army. Maan jee gets annoyed ” you go to army to serve and defend Pakistan and people not a General. Generals come and go, Pakistan and its people will stay and will depend more on sons like you”.
Summers of 1982 I pass matric exams with flying colors.
Maan Jee kisses me…encouragement on her face…tears in her eyes.

I join Kakul Academy. Go through the rigorous training. Outside world is changing rapidly. The Leader uses religion and ethnic diversity to divide the very country he swore to defend. People are losing patience. Gunshots are becoming a norm.
Time passes quickly…I am preparing for my passing out parade. Maan jee has come from Karachi. Every one looks his best.My name is called. Ceremony ends. I run to Maan jee.
She kisses my forehead …admiration on her face….tears in her eyes..

I get posted in Sialkot. Days pass quickly.On the streets gunshots become a norm. Kalashnikov becomes earings of men.
I start hearing same slogans. One day in August, suddenly country loses its top brass. Chaos at the top.
Images passing quickly. People sticking to hope for a change, leaders sticking to their goal to accumulate more money in less time.

1996…I get posted in Peshawar..I meet Shahreena…I love the way she speaks Pushto…her father objects but then accepts our proposal. We get married in December same year.
A year later we are blessed with Shahroz and then Palwasha comes two years later. I see everything changes outside.
Another war between the neighbours. I get bullets in my leg, medal on my chest. Haji Miskeen of Gilgit thanks me ” sahib,you fought for our homes, our children, our people, we do not forget that”. I tell him ” you are part of me, your home is my home. From Landi Kotal to Karachi, it is my home..these are my people”.

On the streets, people are ready to kill without any reason. Leaders are busy filling their swiss accounts.
Maan jee says ” Leaders and Generals come and go…Pakistan is here to stay”…
She is right…another General takes power…twin towers in US are hit and Pakistan faces the ripple effect.
…situation outside deteriorates. I am a Lt. Colonel now. Shahroz and Palwasha go to school and love the land their grandpa sacrificed his life for. I get orders to reach the north…this is the same land I got bullets for…this is part of me, this is part of Major Nasir Baluch, this is heart of Colonel Faisal Jadoon, this is part of Major Raja Mohsin…the people here are same people…same Haji Miskeens…my people who can not hurt me….

I hear noises….voices…I see blurred images of people in white dress…
” his condition is very serious…next 24 hours are very critical”
I try to open my eyes…I try to breath more air…I feel a mask on my nose….
” Look at his eye lashes….he is coming to senses”...I hear a female voice…
” Azfar beta…open your eyes my son “ I hear Maan jee..
“Azfar”…I hear Shahreena’s voice coming from distance…
” Papa…Papa “ I try to respond to Shahroz and Palwasha calls…
I try to open my eyes…I see Maan jee praying…tears flowing from her eyes..

I try to move my right hand….I feel small fingers…warmth of four small hands…I hear their fingers murmur…
Now I can clearly listen to them saying…” I promise wherever I live, whatever I do I will defend and serve my people and this land till my last breath”
I try to look…
I see Shahreena’s face….pride and honor on her face…tears in her eyes….

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It is the month of October and I am sitting alone here in front of Taj Mahal , the monument of love..the symbol of remembrance. I told you there are three places I would love to go with you…Venice, Paris and Taj Mahal. Now I am here. Few months ago I never thought I would come here without you. Even though I have come here, I do not have the courage to raise my eyes and look at it with more than a passing glance. Each glance on the white marble structure takes me to you. Reminds me of everything that can be called our history…yes…history…..yours and mine.

It reminds me of the short chat when I gave you my number…
It reminds me of the morning a month later when you called me up for the first time from across the oceans. I looked at my clock, it was showing 4am on sunday morning
” Hello ” I picked up my phone.
Hi, its me “ you introduced yourself.
” heyyy, how are you?! ” I recognized you.

You were amazed by the way I greeted you but I was just being myself even at that hour of the day.

We talked for a bit. You seemed to be a very nice girl, an honest and open, nothing superficial…everything genuine.
Since then we talked to each other so many times again and again. It was a blessing that I was waiting for.

I am looking at a couple holding hands. The girl says something in man’s ears and he turns , looks at me and holds the girl in his arms as they slowly walk away.

Do you remember my birthday when you told me you wrote a poem on ‘someone’ you were always looking for.
You said ” in the beginning I got scared because it felt so right! “ and yes you were right… it really did.
I thanked Allah so much that HE has sent a person in my life who is as passionate as I am and who expresses herself and communicates her feelings as much as I do. I couldn’t have asked for more.

I remember few weeks later it was your birthday and Eid too…you were born on that day 100s of miles away from where I spent my life. Your parents celebrated birth of their only child in real tribal fashion. Years later I , a man who had never met or known them , was celebrating the same day 1000s of miles away.
Days went by…we both talking daily…knowing each other more…you asking questions..wording your concerns..and I trying to clarify. You wanted my family to communicate with your family. I had not even met you but I was eager too to start the process.

Do you remember the day when my family was visiting your home? It was the first time my family was going to see and propose a girl for my marriage. I woke up early just waiting to pass time so that I could call home and ask them how did it go. Response from them was ” she looks younger and prettier than the pictures”. I was so happy as well as relaxed and when I teased you that my mom said ” the girl is just ok in looks”, you were losing your voice but then I told you the truth and you could not stop smiling. Everything seemed to go smoothly.

A french couple passes by ” Bonjour!”
“Bonjour!” I replied, though I did not like them disrupting my thoughts.

You remember when I was traveling to Pakistan to meet you. I called you from the airport. You were angry due to a misunderstanding and I did not have any idea. But I said sorry and told you ” if something happens to the flight, I may not make it to Pakistan but I want you to know that you are the ONE!”
You were surprised but I told you it was true.

It was mid November. Finally the day had come. I was supposed to visit your house and meet you and your dad. I was calm and confident but still there was some uneasiness as this was the first time in my life that I was going to a girl’s house to meet her and family for marriage purposes.
When we got there I could see the anxious and probing eyes of your friend and father. Discussion started and questions started flowing in making me feel more at ease, more confident. Your dad could see the honesty and sincerity in my words and eyes.
Then THE moment came. There you were, stepping into the room with a tray of ‘Chai’ . The girl was quite different from the one I saw in pictures. I stood up and with usual smile said “Salam Alaikum, how are you”. You were nervous but I was at ease and confident. I looked at you and thought ‘she is the person I am going to spend my life with’. I thanked and praised Allah. You sat down in front of me. I was trying to gaze at you while answering questions from your dad.
I remember your dad said ” Please don’t mind, she is the only precious thing I have and I want to know things about you. You know she is the first one in our family for whom we are considering a proposal from outside our tribe.”

” I understand and if I were marrying off my daughter I would have done the same thing. You don’t know me but my words are the only thing that I can give you with full confidence. And my words are one of the most important things for me. I can lie to you but I can not lie to my creator” my feelings gave me confidence.
Time passed by. We were ready to leave.
I could see the relaxed face of your sister and satisfied face of your father. I could see in their eyes that though none of us knew what Allah holds for us yet they got the idea that I would try to keep their girl happy. On the way back I called you up to know your reaction on first meeting and what I heard made me real happy person. The feeling was definitely mutual.

You know I am laughing when I remember meeting your aunt and uncle two days later. When I reached their house you were there at the door. You looked more confident and relaxed. While talking to your aunt I looked at you in the mirror. My heart seemed to skip a beat. You were as pretty as I had imagined. I was sure once again that this was the girl I wanted to spend my whole life with. After a nice chat with your uncle, a grueling interview by your aunt started
” How can I believe you were not married before? “ She asked aggressively.
” I am not even getting one and you are talking of the second !” I could not supress my humor streak. ” But why do you think I would come all the way from Detroit to destroy some innocent’s life”
Later on she left two of us alone to talk about things. Then I had to leave though I did not want to leave your company. That was the companionship I so much wanted. That was the person I wanted to share my life with..forever.

You told me your aunt liked me very much and had told your dad to go ahead. Nothing concrete was decided on your dads part and I got ready to fly back. It was a very short trip and I was ready to leave monday morning. Sunday night I called your dad and told him that I was leaving early morning and thanked him. I still remember he said ” You are my son, I am calling you my son and you know what does it mean!”
I said ” yes sir, I know and I am thankful for the confidence you have shown in me and inshAllah you will never regret”. I was so happy that I could not explain yet I was disappointed to leave alone without any commitment.
I left Pakistan…disappointed yet hopeful. I did not win but did not lose either.

From then on I got closer and closer to you. With every passing day I tried to know you better so that I could keep you happy. I tried to take care of small things for you… I wanted to give you more than what you could have imagined. I would call you daily before you would go to office to wish you a nice day. I would wake up early to know the details of the day after you had come back from there. I had lost the sense of time difference. My clock was you!.

A child selling flowers comes near me. ” Rose for your lover, Sir?…only 25 rupees” he insists even though he knows I am sitting here for last two hours alone looking in the air. I buy the red rose and give him hundred rupee bill and tell him to keep the change.

Red rose…yes…does it not remind you of the valentines day?. . It was snow storm in Detroit and I was stuck in the traffic for 3 hours. I so much wanted to send flowers to you but you stopped me as you thought it was not right till your dad gives the verdict. On the way I bought a long stem red rose. My neighbour Dave met me in the elevator
” Hey , so you are in time with the roses…I am also done with it “ he laughed.
” Yea, but she is in Pakistan and I have to take a picture and send it to her.”
” Wow man!..she is lucky! “ he said .
” Well I think I am more lucky” I smiled.

With my camera I took picture of the rose with your picture frame on the side. I kept thinking what else could I do to surprise you…and then I wrote a poem for you

بتا اے جانِ تمنا کیا تیرے نام لکھوں
وفائیں، خواب، خوشی، اپنی صبح و شام لکھوں

[My love what should I dedicate to you
My loyality, dreams, joy , every day & night ]

And I wrote everything that happened between us …with all dates…and put up a blog. Then I sent the email to you. I called you up in your morning, as I did daily since we met, and told you casually that I have sent you an email. I knew you would check it later in the office.

At 2:30am my phone rang

” You know this is sooo beautiful!!!….sooo romantic!…Thankyou!!! ” I could feel the tears of happiness in your voice as you went on ” …I could not hold my tears when I was reading it and I had to come out of the office and call you….Thankyou for making my life beautiful! “

” Thankyou! for coming into my life “ I felt satisfied for making you happy.
Days turned into weeks. People here started coming out of hibernation but you started having second thoughts. You said “ America is so far, how can I leave my father here alone…how many times will I be able to visit Pakistan”

“your father is not alone there, his relatives are there in the neighbourhood. You will be able to visit him as many times as we could afford…may be twice a year “ I tried to convince you.
” well you can come here for 3 months and spend 3 months there …how about this?”
” do you really mean it?…why??” You were surprised.
” Yes you have my words….if it is important to you, it is important for me…I will try to move closer to Pakistan but I can not just pack my bags and move the next day”
” I will think about it….I ll talk to my father…I think it is nice idea….I want to be with you! “ you sounded happy.

” brother, are you serious?!…I have only read about these things in books” I remember when I told your friend, she was amazed.
” men like me can only be found in the books “ I laughed.

” what would have you done if you were at my place” I asked you
” I would have left and moved on…..why didn’t you?”
” because I am not you”
I smiled.
April brought the smell of the springs. It was April 4. I was preparing for my citizenship oath next morning. I called you up to wish you a nice day.
” I have a bad news for you” you said at once.
” what!?”
” my dad has decided against us and has told your family” you broke the news.
” why! why did you do this to me!!” I lost my mind. It was a real shock for me…my hands were trying hard to hold the sand of hope but all invain.
” I have to go “ You said with plain voice.
I banged the phone without even saying bye.
My mom and family had come to know. They were sad…and worried that I was alone here. I told them that I was fine…it was ok…if it is in fate then no one could change it.

I called you again and again but you did not pick up but instead sent a short mail.
” I know you must be mad and I am not going to say sorry as I know you are really hurt. It was hard for me too but I am not like any other girl who can leave her father alone in this age and goes to far off place just for her own happiness. I know I will not find anyone who will love me like you did. Thankyou so much for showing me that life can be so beautiful. I wish we had different outcome but I do wish you a girl who can love you more than you have loved anyone. Please do not hate me and please forgive me”

I did not know how to respond but then I wrote
” I can understand. I got mad and rude as I was shocked and hurt. It is painful. I wish I could change the life for you but I guess that was destined. I am proud that my choice was right..a girl who could sacrifice her own happiness for her father and family. With time I hope I will be able to forgive you but I may not be able to forget you. I wish you peace “

The next day I took the oath of citizenship. I did not know who to share it with.
My mom and family knew how much important you were for my life. One day my mom asked me ” why don’t you talk to her..may be she wants you to wait for her”
My mom is so innocent!. I told her that it was over.

I wanted to test my courage…to live without you..

Two months passed by, I went to Paris…alone. I missed you every moment…every place…at Champs Elysee…at Eiffel Tower…at the banks of Seine… I wish you were there….but….

Three months later, I went to Venice….alone. I wish you had traveled with me on the boat. It was exactly like what you had imagined… but to me it was exactly what it should not have been.

Now I am sitting here….I don’t know why people come here…some try to renew their love, some try to remember theirs and some try to bury and forget theirs …I don’t know why am I here….but I know one thing… I have become more courageous.

More than a year has passed and I still think of that beautiful first week … It really ‘felt so right’..
I hope someday you will think of me as someone who really cared for your happiness…
One of your friends told me you are getting married soon…to a rich Pakistani guy and moving to Syria…
I don’t know I am happy or not …but I want to see you happy..
I hope…

Do you know …that company I was negotiating with has offered me VP Engineering position in Pakistan…I am moving to Karachi next week…in November…

Now shadows are getting longer….its almost sunset. Taj Mahal looks even more beautiful…even more sad….just like my love.
I have a bad habit of forgetting things…before I forget…let me open this box…do you remember what date is it today?…

next year who knows what happens…but today I have brought your favorite chocolate cake…let me …put a candle and light it….

……Happy Birthday

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اگر ہزار مرد تمھاری محبت میں مبتلا ہوں تو
یقیناَََ رسول حمزہ ان میں سے ایک ہو گا

اگر ایک سو مرد تمھاری محبت میں مبتلا ہوں تو
رسول حمزہ ان میں ظاہر ہے ضرور شامل ہو گا

اگر دس مرد تمھاری محبت میں مبتلا ہوں تو
رسول حمزہ ان میں سے ایک ہو گا

اگر ایک مرد تمھاری محبت میں مبتلا ہو تو
وہ رسول حمزہ کے سوا کون ہو گا

اور اگر تم تنہا ہو، اکیلی ہو
اور کوئی بھی تمھاری محبت میں مبتلا نہیں ہے
تو یقین کر لینا کہ
کہیں بلند پہاڑوں میں
رسول حمزہ مر گیا ہے


If thousand men fall in love with you
Certainly Rasul Hamza will be one of them

If hundred men are in love with you
Obviously Rasul Hamza will be one of them

If ten men are in love with you
Rasul Hamza will be one of them

If one man is in love with you
Then who else can it be except Rasul Hamza

And if you are lonely and alone
and no one loves you
then do believe that
somewhere in the high mountains
Rasul Hamza is dead

Taken from ‘Shahpar’ by Mustansir Hussain Tarar

“ yes?”
“do you like India”
“ as much as a common Pakistani does“
I laughed.
“ that means you don’t like India, right?”
“ seriously, I don’t like or dislike India or Indians but I do respect them. As long as they are not against Pakistan , I don’t have any problem”
“ anyways, so now you know story of my parents “
“ yes and I am impressed by both of them”

“ yes Ayaz, the way they love each other even now is remarkable”
“ I can imagine. How do they manage the differences, specially coming from two different religions? Has your mom converted to Islam?”

“ No, my mom has not converted to Islam. I don’t know how do they manage but they do it easily. My dad takes my mom to Gurdawara and arranges for any religious ceremony that mom is interested in. On the other hand, my mom goes to masjid with dad and prays there too. She observes the fasting in Ramadan and presses on us too.“

“and you , what do you and your siblings follow ?”

” well our parents taught us both and left it up to us. My elder sister follows only Islam strictly while my brother and I follow both.”
“ you know, it is really interesting and its admirable the way they care for each other”
“ yes sometimes I envy both of them. I wonder if I will ever get that kind of love in my life. I am not even sure of myself whether I will be able to do that kind of thing. It amazes me the way she does it.”
“ don’t worry Leila, I think you will be fine. you too will find a very good man”
“ Thanks Ayaz, I hope so too but so far all of experiences with love have been a serendipty. I have lost faith in love…well true love, but seeing my parents always restores my faith in it.”

“True, as I said I admire the way your parents prove their love in life. I would definitely like to meet them one day“

“If you come to the US of course you may meet them and if not i can tell them as well. You know they want me to marry a Indo or Paki man because they want me to preserve our cultures…which i want to do too. I want someone who will somehow relate to my belifes and love and respect me. I can probably find that in a non-desi man as well. But i would like to stay with a desi man.“

“what kind of qualities you looking for?”
“ I thought i had told u all of this. I want a man who is honest, trustworthy, caring, loving, passionate, intelligent, has a great sense of humor, open minded, respectful, my best friend as well as my lover, romantic,spontaneous, laid back, down to earth, has a nice smile, not obessive or possesive, strong yet a little sensitive, ummmmm..what else…..that’s all i can think of for now…off the top of my head.”
“such a short list…is that all!!?”

“oh yeah and a man who will respect my religious choices. I know for desis that can be hard, whether indian or pakistani.” she paused and then asked
“ Ayaz, tell me what do you want for yourself?”
“Just a girl! “
my response was instantaneous.
She laughed out loudly and kept laughing for next couple of minutes.

“you are hillarious Ayaz!. You know the way to a girl’s heart is to make her laugh. I know with your personality you can easily find a girl you want”
“ what if I already have found one? “ I tried to tease.
“ really?!”
“ you never know “
“ but you said there is no girl in your life”

“ yea but that was a while ago” I started to enjoy.
“ is she Pakistani?,”
“why you asking ?”

“ tell me , did your family select her for you?”
“ c’mon Leila, I was just joking”
“ Ayaz!”

“nothing, I need to go now “
“ you sure?”
“ yes I have to, I will write to you later”
“ alright, bye”
“ bye“
she logged off.

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مجھے کل بھی یقیں اس بات پہ تھا
مجھے اس پہ بھروسہ آج بھی ہے
یوں شام کبھی جب ڈھلتی ہے
اک آس امید یاں پلتی ہے

آشا کے دیپ جلا لوں گا
کھو کر بھی تجھ کو پا لوں گا

مجھے جتنا یقیں تیری آنکھوں پہ
ہے اتنا بھروسہ قسمت پر
اتنا تو میرا اعتبار تو کر
تیری سب خوشیاں میری اپنی ہیں
میری آنکھ میں گر سب آنسو ہوں
میں تیری خوشی میں گا لوں گا

آشا کے دیپ جلا لوں گا
کھو کر بھی تجھ کو پا لوں گا

کھو نہ جانا ” سے


I believed in it yesterday
I have confidence in it today
when evening sets in
another hope dawns

will kindle the light of hope
Even if I lose you , I will find you once more

The confidence I get from your eyes
is similar to my belief in the fate
trust me at least this much
your every joy is mine
even if I have tears in my eyes
I will sing for your happiness

will kindle the light of hope
Even if I lose you , I will find you once more

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تمھارے نام راتیں ہیں
ھمارے دن تمھارے ہیں
تمھاری آنکھ کا کاجل
تمھارے ہاتھ کی مہندی
وہ سب چاندنی راتیں
وہ پہروں پیار کی باتیں
وہ بھیگی شام کی آہیں
تمھاری مرمریں بانہیں
انہیں ہم جب بھلاتے ہیں
تو پھر کیوں یاد آتے ہو

کھو نہ جانا ” سے


My nights are yours
So are my days
Kajal of your eyes
Henna of your hands
Those moonlit nights
Those talks of love
In bemoaning misty eve
your marbly arms
when I want to forget all that
why does it keep coming back!

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…for those of our men, women and children who left us because of the calamity that hit our cities on this very day two years ago. Lets pray to Allah that a calamity like that never hit any country on earth and wherever there is a living being. A day when everyone was praying to Allah with all the sincerity. Everyone away from the affected area was worried about the family, friends and countrymen living in that region. Sindh was crying for the innocent lives perished  thousand miles away in Bagh, Baluchistan could not eat because its brethern were hungry in Muzaffarabad, Punjab shared whatever it had to help the next door neighbours who went homeless and Frontier was preparing for war against the conditions that were to follow. Millions of eyes all over the world had tears even though many of them did not have any connection except being humans. For Pakistanis everywhere, their home was hit!. For few hours people sat in front of the TV sets trying to accept the news. Everyone was calling their loved ones there and it was heart breaking when they heard people being afraid to go inside the home. People did not know how to help the woman who was crying for help to save her kids, ever composed and calm people were trying hard not to show their inability to save a girl from under the rubble, and thousands saw a Pakistani diplomat bursting in tears when he was telling the media what happened. All those were real emotions…tears come out when you are in pain and everyone was in pain. But the time called for action and everyone stepped forward. People loaded the supplies in the trucks and started rolling towards the affected area. School children started raising funds and collecting supplies and donations. The poor gave half of his only meal of the day and the rich did not shy away from donating millions. People away from Pakistan started collecting supplies and raising funds helped by muslims and non-muslims of other countries. For the people in the affected region life was changed forever … so did it for many of us though in a different way.

Business Proposal

I am a successful busineseman
I never lose in a deal
Let me make the deal of my life.
Take all my degrees
Take all my achievements under the sun
Take my prayers of years
Take my fasting of months
Save a dying child
from under the rubble, in return

Two years have past, people in that region still suffer…
Lets try to lessen their sufferings even by contributing a penny to the ones who are helping there on the ground…..
and for those 74000 who could not survive……Lets say a little prayer!

Sufaid Jazeera ‘, a book that I liked, laughed while reading it and still remember the concept. Almost fifty years have passed since Nasim Hijazi wrote the book depicting the then current situation of Pakistan. People read it and liked it but they thought the fiction in the book might be relevant to the situations prevailing in late 50s and after few years it would be hard for readers to understand and relate to the book. A decade passed and a new generation grew up in the country, read the book and thought the same way. 70s and then 80s came along, the new generations came across this book and found it interesting how the writer had written something that fits the current situation in the country. One more decade and then another decade took us to the so awaited 21st century. So many things have changed in our country; ever increasing number of dishonest patriots, the booming industry of fanaticism, the ever rising poverty line, out of reach commodity prices, along with so many positive things that have changed the outlook of the country; the infrastructure, the industries, telecom boom, flourishing IT , financial institutions but ironically the generation thinks the same way about the book, the country still feels the same ‘Sufaid Jazeera‘ a drama screened on TV each decade, a re-make with new actors.

اس کی مٹی میں وفا تھی اس کے جذبوں میں ترنگ
اس کی ہر بات میں ذات بھی شامل تھی میری

میں کہ آزاد سمندر جو کہیں ٹکرایا
اس نے سمجھا کہ وہی ریت کا ساحل تھی میری

اس نے چاہا تھا مجھے میں تو مسافر نکلا
اس کو معلوم نہ تھا سفر ہی منزل تھی میری

کھو نہ جانا ” سے


She was loyal by nature, with hilarity of emotions
I was part of  everything she would do

I, a free sea, when touched her
she thought herself to be my shore

She loved me but I turned out to be a traveler
she did not know my travel was my destination

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” And it is HE who has set free the two kinds of water , one palatable and sweet and the other salty and bitter and HE has made between them a barrier and a forbidding partition “

– Quran ( Al-Furqan : 53 )

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