ایمان اور توکل


شدید بارش کے سبب ٹیکسی لینا ہی بہتر تھا، چنانچہ میں نے ایک ٹیکسی کو اشارہ کیا۔۔۔! “ماڈل کالونی چلو گے۔۔۔؟” ٹیکسی والا: “جی بالکل حضور۔۔۔!” “کتنے پیسے لو گے۔۔۔؟” ٹیکسی والا: “جو دل کرے دے دینا سرجی۔۔۔۔!” “پھر بھی۔۔۔؟” ٹیکسی والا: “سر! ایک بات کہوں برا مت ماننا۔ میں ایک جاہل آدمی ہوں۔ پر اتنا جانتا ہوں کہ جو الله نے میرے نام کا آپکی جیب میں ڈال دیا ہے، وہ آپ رکھ نہیں سکتے اور اس سے زیادہ دے نہیں سکتے، توکل اسی کا نام ہے۔۔۔!” اس ٹیکسی والے کی بات میں وہ ایمان تھا جس سے ہم اکثر محروم رہتے ہیں۔ خیر میں ٹیکسی میں بیٹھ گیا، ابھی ہم تھوڑا ہی آگے گئے تھے کہ مسجد دکھائی دی۔ ٹیکسی والا: “سر جی! نماز پڑھ لیں پھر آگے چلتے ہیں، کیا خیال ہے۔۔۔؟” اس نے ٹیکسی مسجد کی طرف موڑ لی۔ ٹیکسی والا: “آپ نماز ادا کریں گے۔۔۔؟” “کس مسلک کی مسجد ہے یہ۔۔۔؟” میرا سوال سن کر اس نے میری طرف غور سے دیکھا، “باؤ جی! مسلک سے کیا لینا دینا، اصل بات سجدے کی ہے، الله کے سامنے جھکنے کی ہے۔ یہ الله کا گھر سب کا ہے۔۔۔!” میرے پاس کوئی عذر باقی نہیں تھا۔ نماز سے فارغ ہوئے اور اپنی منزل کی طرف بڑھنے لگے۔ “سر جی! آپ نماز باقاعدگی سے ادا کرتے ہیں۔۔۔؟” “کبھی پڑھ لیتا ہوں، کبھی غفلت ہو جاتی ہے۔۔۔!” یہی سچ تھا۔ ٹیکسی والا: “سر جی! جب غفلت ہوتی ہے تو کیا یہ احساس ہوتا ہے کہ غفلت ہو گئی اور نہیں ہونی چائیے تھی۔۔۔؟ معاف کرنا، میں آپکی ذات پر سوال نہیں کر رہا۔ لیکن اگر احساس ہوتا ہے تو الله ایک دن آپ کو ضرور نمازی بنا دے گا، اور اگر احساس نہیں ہوتا تو—-!!” اُس نے دانستہ طور پر جملہ ادھورا چھوڑ دی اور خاموش ہو گیا- اسکی خاموشی مجھے کاٹنے لگی۔ “تو کیا۔۔۔؟” میرا لہجہ بدل گیا۔ ٹیکسی والا: “اگر آپ ناراض نہ ہوں تو کہوں۔۔۔؟” “ہاں بولیں۔۔۔!ً” ٹیکسی والا: “اگر غفلت کا احساس نہیں ہو رہا تو آپ اپنی آمدن کے وسائل پر غور کریں، اور اپنے الله سے معافی مانگیں، کہیں نہ کہیں ضرور الله آپ سے ناراض ہے۔۔۔!” ہم منزل پہ آ چکے تھے۔ میں نے اسکے توکل کا امتحان لینے کیلئے جیب سے پچاس کا نوٹ نکالا اور اس کے ہاتھ پہ رکھ دیا۔ اس نے بسم الله کہا اور نوٹ جیب میں رکھ کر کار موڑنے لگا۔ میں نے آواز دی، وہ رک گیا۔ ٹیکسی والا: “حکم سر جی۔۔۔؟” “تم ان پیسوں میں خوش ہو۔۔۔؟” ٹیکسی والا: “سر جی! مشکل سے بیس روپے کا پٹرول جلا ہو گا۔ الله نے اس خراب موسم میں بھی میرے بچوں کی روٹی کا انتظام کر دیا ہے۔۔۔!” میرے رونگٹے کھڑے ہو گئے۔ میں نے جیب سے مزید دو سو نکالے اور اسے دینے کے لئے ہاتھ بڑھایا۔ وہ مسکراتے ہوئے بولا، ” سر جی! دیکھا آپ نے، میرا حق پچاس روپے تھا، اور الله کے توکل نے مجھے دو سو دیا۔۔۔!” وہ ٹیکسی والا تو چلا گیا، لیکن جاتے جاتے اللہ پر میرے ایمان اور توکل کو جھنجھوڑ گیا.

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ﮨﻤﺎﺭﮮ ﺍﯾﮏ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ ﺗﮭﮯ ،
ﺫﮬﻦ ﺍﺳﻼﻣﯽ ، ﭼﮩﺮﮦ ﻣﮩﺮﮦ ﻏﯿﺮﺍﺳﻼﻣﯽ ، ﮨﻢ ﺫﮬﻦ ﭘﺮ ﮨﯽ ﺷﮑﺮ ﺍﺩﺍ ﮐﺮﺗﮯ ،ﻣﻮﺻﻮﻑ ﮐﭽﮫ ﻋﺮﺻﮧ ﮐﮯ ﻟﯿﮯ انگلینڈ ﺗﺸﺮﯾﻒ ﻟﮯ ﮔﺌﮯ ﺟﺐ ﻭﺍﭘﺴﯽ ﮨﻮﺋﯽ ﺗﻮ ﺑﻐﻞ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺍﯾﮏ ﻣﯿﻢ ﺗﮭﯿﮟ !
ﻣﻮﺻﻮﻑ ﮐﺎ ﺗﻌﻠﻖ ﺭﻭﺍﯾﺘﯽ ﮔﮭﺮﺍﻧﮯ ﺳﮯ ﺗﮭﺎ، ﺍﺱ ﻟﯿﮯ ﯾﮧ ﺧﺒﺮ ﺟﻨﮕﻞ ﮐﯽ ﺁﮒ ﮐﯽ ﻃﺮﺡ ﭘﮭﯿﻞ ﮔﺌﯽ ﮐﮧ ﺟﻨﺎﺏ ﻣﯿﻢ ﻟﮯ ﮐﺮ ﺁﺋﮯ ﮨﯿﮟ ،ﺭﺷﺘﮯ ﺩﺍﺭﻭﮞ ﻧﮯ ﮔﻮﺭﯼ ﮐﮯ ﺩﯾﺪﺍﺭ ﮐﮯ ﻟﯿﮯ ﺩﻭﺭ ﺩﺭﺍﺯ ﺳﮯ ﺍﻥ ﮐﮯ ﮔﮭﺮ ﺗﮏ ﮐﺎ ﺳﻔﺮ ﮐﯿﺎ ، ﻋﻮﺭﺗﯿﮟ ﺳﺮﻭﮞ ﭘﺮ ﮈﻭﭘﭩﮧ ﻟﯿﺘﯽ ﮨﻮﺋﯽ ﭼﻮﺭﯼ ﭼﻮﺭﯼ ﻣﯿﻢ ﺻﺎﺣﺒﮧ ﮐﻮ ﺩﯾﮑﮭﺘﯽ ﺍﻭﺭ ﮨﺎﺗﮫ ﻟﮕﺎﻧﮯ ﺳﮯ ﺑﮭﯽ ﮈﺭﺗﯿﮟ ﮐﮧ ﮐﮩﯿﮟ ﮔﻮﺭﯼ ﻣﯿﻠﯽ ﻧﮧ ﮨﻮﺟﺎﺋﮯ ، ﺩﻭﻟﮩﺎ ﮐﯽ ﺑﮩﻨﯿﮟ ﻓﺨﺮﯾﮧ ﻟﮩﺠﮯ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺳﮩﻠﯿﻮﮞ ﮐﻮ ﺑﺘﺎﺗﯽ ﭘﮭﺮﺗﯿﮟ ﮐﮧ ﺑﮭﯿﺎ ﺍﻧﮕﻠﯿﻨﮉ ﺳﮯ ﻣﯿﻢ ﻻﺋﮯ ﮨﯿﮟ، ﺑﭽﮯ ﺗﻮ ﺍﺱ ﮐﻤﺮﮮ ﺳﮯ ﻧﮑﻠﺘﮯ ﮨﯽ ﻧﮧ ﺗﮭﮯ ﺟﮩﺎﮞ ﭘﺮ ﻣﯿﻢ ﺗﮭﯽ ﺍﻣﺎﮞ ﮐﻮ ﺍﻧﮕﻠﺶ ﻭﻏﯿﺮﮦ ﺗﻮ ﻧﮧ ﺁﺗﯽ ﺗﮭﯽ ﻟﯿﮑﻦ ﭘﮭﺮ ﺑﮭﯽ ﺭﻭﺍﯾﺘﺎ ﭼﺎﺩﺭ ﺍﻭﺭ ﺳﻮﭦ ﮔﻮﺭﯼ ﮐﻮ ﺩﯾﺎ ، ﺑﻼﺋﯿﮟ ﻟﯿﺘﯽ ﻟﯿﺘﯽ ﺭﮦ ﮔﺌﯿﮟ ﮐﮧ ﭘﺘﮧ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﻣﯿﻢ ﮐﻮ ﮐﯿﺴﺎ ﻟﮕﮯ ۔ ﮨﺎﮞ ﺑﯿﭩﮯ ﮐﻮ ﺟﯽ ﺑﮭﺮ ﮐﺮ ﺩﻋﺎﺋﯿﮟ ﺩﯾﺘﯽ ﺭﮨﯿﮟ، ﺻﺮﻑ ﺍﺑﺎ ﺟﯽ ﺗﮭﮯ ﺟﻨﮩﻮﮞ ﻧﮯ ﺑﯿﭩﺎ ﺟﯽ ﺳﮯ ﺩﺭﯾﺎﻓﺖ ﮐﯿﺎ ،ﻣﺴﻠﻤﺎﻥ ﮐﯿﺎ ﮨﮯ؟ ﺑﯿﭩﺎ ﺟﯽ ﻧﮯ ﺟﻮﺍﺏ ﺩﯾﺎ ﺟﯽ ﺍﺱ ﻧﮯ ﮐﻠﻤﮧ ﭘﮍﮬﺎ ﮨﻮﺍ ﮨﮯ ،
ﺍﺱ ﭘﺮ ﺍﺑﺎﺟﯽ ﻣﻄﻤﺌﻦ ﮨﻮﮔﺌﮯ !
ﻣﺸﺘﺮﮐﮧ ﺧﺎﻧﺪﺍﻧﯽ ﻧﻈﺎﻡ ﺗﮭﺎ ، ﮐﭽﮫ ﻋﺮﺻﮧ ﮔﺰﺭﺍ ﮐﮧ ﺍﯾﮏ ﻧﯿﺎ ﮐﺎﻡ ﺷﺮﻭﻉ ﮨﻮﺍ ، ﻣﯿﺎﮞ ﮐﮯ ﺁﻓﺲ ﺟﺎﻧﮯ ﺳﮯ ﭘﮩﻠﮯ ﻣﯿﻢ ﺩﺭﻭﺍﺯﮮ ﮐﮯ ﺍﻭﭘﺮ ﺧﺎﻭﻧﺪ ﮐﯽ ﺑﺎﮨﻮﮞ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺟﮭﻮﻝ ﺟﺎﺗﯽ ﺍﻭﺭ ﭼﮩﺮﮮ ﭘﺮ ﺍﯾﮏ ﭘﯿﺎﺭ ﮐﯽ ﻟﻤﺒﯽ ﻣﮩﺮ ﺛﺒﺖ ﮐﺮﺗﯿﮟ ! ﮔﮭﺮ ﻣﯿﮟ ﮐﭽﮫ ﭼﮧ ﻣﮧ ﮔﻮﯾﺌﺎﮞ ﮨﻮﺋﯿﮟ ، ﺑﯿﭩﺎ ﺟﯽ ﻧﮯ ﺍﺳﺘﻔﺴﺎﺭ ﭘﺮ ﺑﺘﺎﯾﺎ ﮐﮧ ﺳﻤﺠﮫ ﺟﺎﺋﮯ ﮔﯽ ” ﮐﻠﻤﮧ ﭘﮍﮬﺎ ﮨﻮﺍ ﮨﮯ ”
ﮔﺮﻣﯿﺎﮞ ﺷﺮﻭﻉ ﮨﻮﺋﯿﮟ ﮔﻮﺭﯼ ﻧﮯ ﭘﯿﻨﭧ ﺍﺗﺎﺭ ﮐﺮ ﻧﯿﮑﺮ ﭘﮩﻨﻨﯽ ﺷﺮﻭﻉ ﮐﺮﺩﯼ ، ﺍﺑﺎ ﺟﯽ ﺗﻮ ﮐﻤﺮﮮ ﺳﮯ ﺑﺎﮨﺮ ﻧﮑﻠﻨﺎ ﭼﮭﻮﮌ ﺩﯾﺎ ﺍﻭﺭ ﺑﮭﺎﺋﯽ ﺭﺍﺕ ﮐﻮ ﺩﯾﺮ ﺳﮯ ﮔﮭﺮ ﺁﻧﮯ ﻟﮕﮯ ، ﺍﻣﺎﮞ ﮨﺮ ﻭﻗﺖ ﮔﮭﺮ ﮐﯽ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭﻭﮞ ﮐﻮ ﺗﮑﺘﯽ ﺭﮨﺘﯿﮟ ﮐﮧ ﮐﮩﯿﮟ ﺳﮯ ﭼﮭﻮﭨﯽ ﺗﻮ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﺭﮦ ﮔﺌﯿﮟ ! ﺑﯿﭩﮯ ﺳﮯ ﺷﮑﻮﮦ ﮨﻮﺍ ﺍﺱ ﻧﮯ ﭘﮭﺮ ﺑﺘﺎﯾﺎ ” ﮐﻠﻤﮧ ﭘﮍﮬﺎ ﮨﻮﺍ ﮨﮯ ” ۔
ﺍﯾﮏ ﺷﺎﺩﯼ ﭘﺮ ﮔﻮﺭﯼ ﻧﮯ ﺑﺮﯾﮏ ﻭ ﮐﯿﻨﺒﺮﮮ ﮈﺍﻧﺲ ﮐﺎ ﺍﯾﺴﺎ ﺷﺎﻧﺪﺍﺭ ﻧﻤﻮﻧﮧ ﭘﯿﺶ ﮐﯿﺎ ﮐﮧ ﺑﮍﮮ ﺑﮍﮮ ﺩﻝ ﺗﮭﺎﻡ ﮐﺮ ﺭﮦ ﮔﺌﮯ ،ﺩﺭﯾﺎﻓﺖ ﮐﺮﻧﮯ ﭘﺮ ﭘﮭﺮ ﺑﺘﺎﯾﺎ ﮔﯿﺎ ﮐﮧ ” ﮐﻠﻤﮧ ﭘﮍﮬﺎ ﮨﻮﺍ ﮨﮯ ” ۔
ﮔﻮﺭﯼ ﻋﯿﺪ ﻭﻏﯿﺮﮦ ﺗﻮ ﮐﺮﺗﯽ ﻟﯿﮑﻦ ﮨﺮ ﺳﺎﻝ ﮐﺮﺳﻤﺲ ﺑﮭﯽ ﺑﮍﮮ ﺗﺰﮎ ﻭ ﺍﺣﺘﺸﺎﻡ ﺳﮯ ﻣﻨﺎﺗﯽ ﺑﯿﭩﺎ ﺟﯽ ﮨﺮ ﺩﻓﻌﮧ ﭘﻮﭼﮭﻨﮯ ﭘﺮ ﺟﻮﺍﺏ ﺩﯾﺘﮯ ” ﮐﻠﻤﮧ ﭘﮍﮬﺎ ﮨﻮﺍ ﮨﮯ ” ۔
ﻭﻗﺖ ﮔﺰﺭﺗﺎ ﭼﻼ ﮔﯿﺎ ،ﺑﺮﺩﺍﺷﺖ ﭘﯿﺪﺍ ﮨﻮﺗﯽ ﭼﻠﯽ ﮔﺌﯽ، ﺑﭽﮧ ﮨﻮﺍ ﺗﻮ ﮔﻮﺭﯼ ﻧﮯ ﺧﺘﻨﮯ ﮐﺮﻭﺍﻧﮯ ﺳﮯ ﺍﻧﮑﺎﺭ ﮐﺮﺩﯾﺎ ﮐﮩﻨﮯ ﻟﮕﯽ ﮐﮧ ﯾﮧ ﻇﻠﻢ ﮨﮯ ، ﺑﯿﭩﺎ ﺟﯽ ﮐﮭﺴﯿﺎﻧﯽ ﺳﯽ ﮬﻨﺴﯽ ﮐﮯ ﺳﺎﺗﮫ ﺑﻮﻟﮯ ﺳﻤﺠﮫ ﺟﺎﺋﮯ ﮔﯽ ” ﮐﻠﻤﮧ ﭘﮍﮬﺎ ﮨﻮﺍ
ﮨﮯ”
ﮈﺍﻧﺲ ، ﻣﯿﻮﺯﮎ ، ﻓﻠﻤﯿﮟ ، ﮐﺎﮎ ﭨﯿﻞ ﭘﺎﺭﭨﯿﺰ ، ﮐﺮﺳﻤﺲ ، ﺳﺮﻋﺎﻡ ﺑﻮﺱ ﻭ ﮐﻨﺎﺭ ﮔﮭﺮ ﮐﮯ ﮐﻠﭽﺮ ﮐﺎ ﺣﺼﮧ ﺑﻨﮯ ، ﺑﮭﺎﺋﯽ ﺁﮨﺴﺘﮧ ﺁﮨﺴﺘﮧ ﺑﮭﺎﺑﯽ ﺳﮯ ﻓﺮﯼ ﮨﻮﺗﮯ ﭼﻠﮯ ﮔﺌﮯ ، ﮨﺎﺗﮭﻮﮞ ﭘﺮ ﮨﺎﺗﮫ ﻣﺎﺭ ﮐﺮ ﺑﺎﺗﯿﮟ ﮐﺮﺗﮯ ﺍﻭﺭ ﻭﮦ ﺍﻥ ﮐﯽ ﮔﻮﺭﯼ ﺳﮩﯿﻠﯿﺎﮞ ﮈﮬﻮﻧﮉﻧﮯ ﮐﯽ ﮐﻮﺷﺶ۔ ﺑﮩﻨﯿﮟ ﺑﮭﺎﺑﯽ ﮐﮯ ﮐﻤﺮﮮ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺟﺎﺗﯿﮟ ﺍﻭﺭ ﺟﯿﻨﺰ ﮐﯽ ﭘﯿﻨﭩﯿﮟ ﭘﮩﻦ ﭘﮩﻦ ﮐﺎ ﺷﯿﺸﮯ ﮐﮯ ﺁﮔﮯ ﭼﯿﮏ ﮐﺮﺗﯿﮟ ﮐﻠﻤﮧ ﺗﻮ ﺍﻧﮩﻮﮞ ﻧﮯ ﺑﮭﯽ ﭘﮍﮬﺎ ﮨﻮﺍ ﺗﮭﺎ ،ﺑﮭﺎﺑﯽ ﺳﮯ ﺩﻝ ﮐﯽ ﮨﺮ ﺑﺎﺕ ﮐﮭﻮﻝ ﮐﺮ ﺑﯿﺎﻥ ﮐﺮﺗﯿﮟ ، ﮔﻮﺭﯼ ﮐﺒﮭﯽ ﮐﺒﮭﺎﺭ ﻧﻤﺎﺯ ﺟﻤﻌﮧ ﭘﮍﮪ ﻟﯿﺘﯽ ﺗﮭﯽ ﺍﺱ ﻟﯿﮯ ﺍﺑﺎ ﺟﯽ ﺑﮭﯽ ﮐﮩﻨﮯ ﻟﮕﮯ ” ﮐﻠﻤﮧ ﭘﮍﮬﺎ ﮨﻮﺍ ﮨﮯ ”
ﺩﻭﺳﺖ ﺍﺣﺒﺎﺏ ﺟﺐ ﺑﮭﯽ ﻣﻠﻨﮯ ﺟﺎﺗﮯ ﺗﻮ ﮔﻮﺭﯼ ﺧﺎﻭﻧﺪ ﮐﮯ ﭘﮩﻠﻮ ﺳﮯ ﭼﭙﮏ ﺑﯿﭩﮭﺘﯽ ، ﺍﯾﮏ ﺩﻭ ﺑﺎﺭ ﺗﻮ ﺟﮕﮧ ﺗﻨﮓ ﮨﻮﻧﮯ ﮐﯽ ﺻﻮﺭﺕ ﻣﯿﮟ ﮔﻮﺩ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺑﮭﯽ ﺑﯿﭩﮭﻨﮯ ﺳﮯ ﮔﺮﯾﺰ ﻧﮧ ﮐﯿﺎ ﭘﻮﭼﮭﻨﮯ ﭘﺮ ﺻﺮﻑ ﺍﺗﻨﺎ ﺟﻮﺍﺏ ﻣﻠﺘﺎ ” ﮐﻠﻤﮧ ﭘﮍﮬﺎ ﮨﻮﺍ ﮨﮯ ” ﺍﯾﮏ ﮐﺎﻡ ﮔﻮﺭﯼ ﮐﺎ ﺍﭼﮭﺎ ﺗﮭﺎ ﺟﺐ ﺑﮭﯽ ﮐﮩﯿﮟ ﺑﺎﮨﺮ ﺑﺎﺯﺍﺭ ﻭﻏﯿﺮﮦ ﻧﮑﻠﺘﯽ ﺗﻮ
ﺟﯿﻨﺰ ﺷﺮﭦ ﻣﯿﮟ ﻣﻠﺒﻮﺱ ﮨﻮﻧﮯ ﮐﮯ ﺑﺎﻭﺟﻮﺩ ﺳﺮ ﭘﺮ ﺍﯾﮏ ﺩﻭﭘﭩﮧ ﺳﺎ ﮈﺍﻝ ﻟﯿﺘﯽ ۔ ﺩﯾﮑﮭﻨﮯ ﻭﺍﻟﮯ ﺩﯾﮑﮫ ﮐﺮ ﮨﯽ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯﮦ ﮐﺮﻟﯿﺘﮯ ﮐﮧ
” ﮐﻠﻤﮧ ﭘﮍﮬﺎ ﮨﻮﺍ ﮨﮯ “!!!!!!
” ﺍﺳﻼﻣﯽ ﺟﻤﮩﻮﺭﯾﺖ ”
ﺑﮭﯽ ﻣﻐﺮﺏ ﮐﯽ ﺍﯾﮏ ﺍﯾﺴﯽ ﮨﯽ ﮔﻮﺭﯼ ﮨﮯ ﺟﺲ ﮐﻮ ﮨﻤﺎﺭﮮ ﮐﭽﮫ ﺩﯾﻨﯽ ﻣﺰﺍﺝ ﻭﺍﻟﮯ ﺑﮭﺎﺋﯽ ﺑﯿﺎﮦ ﻻﺋﮯ۔
ﺍﻧﮩﻮﮞ ﻧﮯ ﺍﺱ ﮐﻮ ﺍﺩﮬﺮ ﮐﮯ ﻣﻌﺎﺷﺮﻭﮞ ﮐﮯ ﻗﺎﺑﻞ ﻗﺒﻮﻝ ﮨﻮﻧﮯ ﮐﮯ ﻟﯿﮯ ﺍﺳﮯ ﮐﻠﻤﮧ ﭘﮍﮬﺎﯾﺎ، ﻗﻮﻡ ﮐﮯ ﻟﯿﮯ ﺍﺱ ﮐﮯ ﺭﻋﺐ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺁﻧﮯ ﮐﮯ ﻟﯿﮯ ﺍﺱ ﮐﺎ ﭘﺮﺩﯾﺴﯽ ﮨﻮﻧﺎ ﮨﯽ ﮐﺎﻓﯽ ﺗﮭﺎ ،ﺍﺗﻨﯽ ﮔﻮﺭﯼ ﺍﺗﻨﯽ ﭼﭩﯽ
” ﮐﻠﻤﮧ ﭘﮍﮬﯽ ﮨﻮﺋﯽ ﺟﻤﮩﻮﺭﯾﺖ”!!
ﺍﻧﮩﻮﮞ ﻧﮯ ﮨﺎﺗﮫ ﻟﮕﺎﻧﮯ ﮐﯽ ﺑﮭﯽ ﺟﺮﺁﺕ ﻧﮧ ﮐﯽ ﺩﻭﺭ ﺩﻭﺭ ﺳﮯ ﮨﯽ ﺩﯾﮑﮫ ﮐﺮ ﺧﻮﺵ ﮨﻮﮔﺌﮯ ﮐﮧ ﻟﻮ ﺍﯾﮏ ﮐﻠﻤﮧ ﭘﮍﮬﯽ ﮔﻮﺭﯼ ﺍﭘﻨﮯ ﮨﺎﮞ ﺑﮭﯽ ﺁﺋﯽ ﮨﮯ ۔
ﺍﺱ ﻧﮯ ﺭﻭﺍﺝ ﺗﻮﮌﮮ ،
ﺩﺳﺘﻮﺭ ﺗﻮﮌﮮ ،
ﺁﺯﺍﺩﯼ ﮐﮯ ﻧﺎﻡ ﭘﺮ ﮨﺮ ﺍﯾﮏ ﭼﯿﺰ ﮐﻮ ﺍﻧﺪﺭ ﻟﮯ ﺁﺋﯽ ،
ﻟﯿﮑﻦ ﻗﻮﻡ ﺧﻮﺵ ﮨﯽ ﺭﮨﯽ ﮐﮧ ﮐﻠﻤﮧ ﭘﮍﮬﺎ ﮨﻮﺍ ﮨﮯ !!
ﻣﻌﺎﺷﺮﺕ ﮐﮯ ﻧﺎﻡ ﭘﺮ ﯾﮧ ﮨﺮ ﺍﺱ ﻣﯿﺪﺍﻥ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺍﺳﯽ ﻃﺮﺡ ﻧﺎﭼﻨﮯ ﻟﮕﯽ ﺟﻮ ﮐﮧ ﻏﯿﺮ ﻗﻮﻣﻮﮞ ﮐﺎ ﺩﺳﺘﻮﺭ ﺗﮭﺎ ﻟﻮﮒ ﭘﮭﺮ ﺑﮭﯽ ﻣﻄﻤﺌﻦ ﺭﮨﮯ ﮐﮧ ﺍﺱ ﻧﮯ ﮐﻠﻤﮧ ﭘﮍﮬﺎ ﮨﻮﺍ ﮨﮯ ،
ﺍﺱ ﻧﮯ ﮨﺮ ﺷﺮﮎ ﻭ ﮐﻔﺮ ﮐﻮ ﺍﯾﮏ ﺟﻮﺍﺯ ﺩﯾﺎ ،
ﮨﺮ ﻇﺎﻟﻢ ﮐﻮ ﺍﻗﺘﺪﺍﺭ ﺗﮏ ﭘﮩﻨﭽﻨﮯ ﮐﺎ ﺭﺍﺳﺘﮧ ﺩﯾﺎ ، ﺩﯾﻦ ﮐﮯ ﮨﺮ ﺍﺑﺎ ﺟﯽ ﮐﻮ ﺳﻤﺠﮭﻮﺗﮧ ﮐﺮﻧﺎ ﺳﮑﮭﺎﯾﺎ ،
ﮐﻠﻤﮯ ﮐﺎ ﺳﮩﺎﺭﺍ ﻟﮯ ﮐﺮ ﮨﺮ ﭼﯿﺰ ﮐﻮ ﻋﺎﻡ ﮐﯿﺎ ،
ﺍﻭﺭ ﮨﻢ ﻣﺤﻠﮯ ﺩﺍﺭﻭﮞ ﮐﯽ ﻃﺮﺡ ﺍﺳﯽ ﺑﺎﺕ ﭘﺮ ﺧﻮﺵ ﺭﮨﮯ ﮐﮧ ﺍﺱ ﻧﮯ ﮐﻠﻤﮧ ﭘﮍﮬﺎ ﮨﻮﺍ ﮨﮯ !!
ﺍﮔﺮ ﮐﺴﯽ ﻧﮯ ﺑﮩﺖ ﺯﯾﺎﺩﮦ ﺷﺮﻣﻨﺪﮔﯽ ﻣﺤﺴﻮﺱ ﮐﯽ ﺑﮭﯽ ﺗﻮ ﺍﻣﺎﮞ ﺟﯽ ﮐﯽ ﻃﺮﺡ ﺳﺮ ﺟﮭﮑﺎ ﮐﺮ ﯾﮩﯽ ﮐﮩﺎ ﮐﮧ ﮐﻠﻤﮧ ﭘﮍﮬﺎ ﮨﻮﺍ ﮨﮯ ۔
ھماری بے راہ روی ﮐﻠﻤﮯ ﮐﮯ ﺑﮭﯿﺲ ﻣﯿﮟ بہتﮐﭽﮫ ﺑﺮﺑﺎﺩ ﮐﺮﺩﮮ ﮔﯽ ۔
ﺯﯾﺎﺩﮦ ﺗﺒﺎﮨﯽ ﺳﮯ ﺑﭽﻨﮯ ﮐﮯ ﻟﯿﮯ ﺍﺏ ﺑﮭﯽ ﻭﻗﺖ ﮨﮯ…
اپنی زندگی میں اسلام لانے کی کوشش کیجئے
ورنہ ھم نے بھی بس کلمہ ہی پڑھا ھوا ہے ۔

Reference Anonymous

From Facebook to War Zone


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It wasn’t a long time ago when I was being introduced to facebook. For me it was just another portal of social media as I was already on orkut; yes long forgotten orkut. I have seen and in fact experienced the evolution of social online interaction through eras of IRC chat clients, messengers, which were the popular choices back in 90s to early 2000s. The person who introduced me to facebook during my masters in 2008 was not a big fan of orkut or perhaps he was a visionary, who could read the consistent failure of google when it came to social media platforms.

I am not sure about everyone but majority of us who had the privilege and Pentium power in same time span (i.e. late 90s to early 2000s) were almost running a parallel life. They had unfamiliar online friends and also the known ones from whereabouts of real life which of course had its own pros and cons. One of the biggest charms of facebook was that one could find the old acquaintances and long lost friends. And believe me finding the old mates from childhood/school was an experience similar to finding a lost treasure. It was indeed rejoicing.

I won’t write about the negatives that had been the part of social media but would focus on a different aspect of negativity amongst us here in this very blog. Social networking became stronger with time aided by smart phone revolution; whatsapp, tango, skype; you name it and you can have it with as many features as you can dream of and as many emoticons as you can have the moods by themselves. To be honest, interacting online at times is more pleasant than the in-person meetings as some people are more gifted with their expressions when it comes to writing. But the sad truth is that people can also hurt you, much bitterly with their written arsenal than they actually can in their real lives. Written variants of speech can also be very confusing, you take a smiley out of the message and it changes the entire intent of the message, same is the case with putting it at the end of the rude message.

We are humans and we do perceive events and ideas differently. Everyone has a different take on different events. Difference of opinion, if leading to better ideas, is indeed good but unfortunately it has been bringing out the evil inside us; the bitterness, and the acrimony that has been soaked in for quite long through several phases of life. There always had been a debate about how good it is not to impose your ideas on others and respect other’s point of view but Facebook comments however are a dangerous threat to that. Even the most moderate and patient individuals can lose it and start getting tenacious over their stand, for what they are saying is nothing but utterly correct.

We socialize and make ‘de facto’ groups based on motives even if they are not intentional. Some of you might disagree but one definitely needs a common interest for friendships/relationships to prevail and flourish unless you are arranged married to one. Gamers would understand this more than anyone as they do make friends in huge quantities playing a common on-liner like Mafia Wars or Criminal Case etc. What I heard long ago and recently experienced is that mutual interest is even surpassed by mutual hatred. Common enemy surely can bring you more closer than having a common friend/interest.

Most of this year has been wasted in political non sense and sit-ins. At one hand we have a flag bearer of change who is against the systems being in the system while outside the system for the system to continue by changing the system and replacing the system through renewal of system etc. Yes, he is as confused and twisted as my statement here. On the other hand we a have a businessman prime minister who has a reputation of building mega projects so that he can bribe the people with their own money and continue to increase his family wealth through nepotism.

Regardless of who likes whom and what political awareness it has blessed us with, my point is at what cost and in what way on social media it has affected us? To me politics has turned into a game of likes and dislikes more completely than ever before. Political rivalries are as severe as religious contentions and difference of opinion is synonymous to personal animosities therefore should be avoided as much as possible in public. Some of you would again disagree here that debate for difference of opinion is a good way to handle matters but social media and social interaction can worsen it or one should say that social relationships/friendships can easily be ruined (and are ruined) these days over the very same social platforms.

In my perspective, Facebook and social media was supposed to make me happy as I was spending my personal time for my leisure, entertainment or awareness. Why should it turn into a battle ground just because someone out there has a fragile ego or poor temperament and he happens to disagree with my perspective? You will find a wide variety of people who consider their utmost responsibility to comment on everything as if they are auditor general of facebook and they have nothing to do except to ensure everything is going as per their way of thinking and they have the sole responsibility to enlighten people with their self-proclaimed intellect. I am also guilty of sharing content which may hurt many, so it is not totally the fault of others to come and comment on that post. But wait! Where is that chant of respect the difference of opinion?

Platforms like facebook combine several type of social contacts like family, school fellows, college mates, university buddies, work colleagues, friends, relatives and acquaintances. So they mostly watch the same content shared by you. The comment of one of them may offend you on platform (just like in public) which may appear unharmful in person. These differences may lead to a point where good friendships may turn into bad rivalries.

A fight over facebook which may be a free entertainment to many of viewers can really dry you out of your positive energy. Most of us may have gone through this torture for once at least that we had an argument (treated like a war no matter what you claim it to be or how peaceful you try to pretend) and had to cancel their important work/assignments just to carry out on that fight. Initially I thought unfollowing that (different opinionated) friend was good enough but some people don’t stop. Despite of their ethical claims they don’t even know when to draw the line and when to stop. They almost cross every limit of indecency and misbehave. Calling people with fragile egos or fat egos and declaring them biased just because they don’t like the way you think are common traits of modern times. To make matters worse they even start tagging you in posts which you literally hate.

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As a conclusion I saw some people unfriending me and I lost many acquaintances and even with regret of losing them life certainly became better. And I admit that I have unfriended many and I don’t think it’s a bad cost to pay for regaining the peace of your mind. This is your time, you spend it on facebook or any other social media platforms. You are spending your precious time for joy, not to make it a blood boiling experience and causing contentions in friendships. When facebook wasn’t there, what did we use to do? Meeting an old acquaintance or friend somewhere out was always a pleasant surprise. I believe that when you unfriend the ones who don’t know when to stop or when to draw the line; it gets better. It is indeed a better choice to have a probability of meeting them somewhere out of the blue in a decent way than to keep them on facebook and keep accumulating the grudge. It’s your time so cherish it with joy, you dislike something, unfollow it and if they mess with you by tagging or poking nose in every post, just eliminate them from facebook lineup with no hard feelings.

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Blaming the tools like facebook is not the way; just like you can’t blame life for the choices you made. Life gives a chance to everyone at least once in your lives so make maximum out of it. Stay happy and spread happiness 🙂

The Climax of a Drop Scene


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By the time I may have published this piece of work, things may have unfolded to you. Yes! I am talking about the on-going drama/concert/dharna in Islamabad’s arena of Red Zone. Procrastination is one word which we can all relate to in some possible way. As a lazy person I love to delay things as much as I can but government took it to a next level, is quite an understatement but wait; it was never in the hands of government in the first place.

I am not sure if we have learnt our lessons or not. But I have learnt some positives for sure. Deadline after deadline after deadline is one of the most teasing and torturous punishment one can suffer from. Like many other pseudo intellects who un-wantedly have turned into political commentators would have said upon these deadlines that “I would never do that! Again 24 hours? Again 48 hours?” But guys one thing is for sure, that we all have realized that promises are meant to be kept if you are human, and meant to be broken if you are a politician. So next time your wife asks you to take her to her parents, it is your call that you want to be a human or a politician.

People are bored; anchors, journalists and media person have been heavily abused. So again mentioning what actually had happened in last couple of weeks would again bring out the monster amongst many of the readers as it may go against their views and I may be accused of blasphemy for saying ill words for their political Gods.

There are many idiots like me who wonder that why Ibless didn’t prostrated before Adam and why can’t Imran Khan (IK) and Nawaz Sharif (NS) could shake hands and jointly serve the nation. To me it always meant that one is a better legislator (before he started his container walk in heat of August) and other is a better developer of mega projects and has a reputation of reviving economy. But alas! These thoughts are more improbable than finding a mermaid in Rawal Lake. Many people found their mermaids at IK’s dharna 🙂

For many people it was a CHANGE, they were looking for. IK proved to be the hope for them. He motivated the uninterested youth and invited them in politics. That brought out a very positive change in itself. Turn out for elections was good if not extraordinary. With a mandate a government was formed. A system started to perform slowly and gradually. Economy started to build up. Stock market revived. Karachi target killing stopped. Drone attacks were ceased. Weekly blasts on SUI pipeline near bugti tribe vanished. Mega projects started across the country. Power Plants inaugurated and foundation stone of over dozen was set. That’s the change which this country deserved but it was coming slow and gradual. And then again that happened what had been the fate of this country. To be played in the hands of establishment.

Tahir ul Qadri (TUQ), Imran Khan both announced their respective rallies and marched down to the beautiful Islamabad to turn it into filth in the name of their right to protest. They somehow forgot about the rights of residents of Islamabad to live in peaceful conditions. Their language and demands were mixed in a strange and confused way. There was one thing everyone in favor of. Firstly the proper and unbiased investigation of Model Town incident in which over a dozen casualties occurred and secondly that electoral reforms should be made and if some discrepancies are found then culprits should be prosecuted and such events should not occur in future. Demands were justified but then there was a stubborn child who wanted PM to resign before any investigation or before any of these demands could be met. To me this demand was pathetic as IK seemed to be the biggest hurdle in the way of his own demands.

I generally try to put myself in others shoes to feel what it actually means and estimate the experience they are going through. As a teacher, if someone alleges that I am biased and I have done injustice in marking the papers, what would my response be? I would show him the paper. If I have submitted the papers in exam cell then I can take him to exam cell and ask them to show him his papers. Demands seem to be fine upto this point. But what if the student asks me to resign, calls entire exam cell culprit and demands VC of university to step down and only then agrees to get his paper re checked; it would be a complete analogy to what has been going on.

Let me change the course, there is a friend of mine who happens to be quite resourceful in news and one week ago he told me that NS won’t worth more than Deputy Commissioner and IK will meet his political death for quite a while if not on permanent basis. I was surprised but now at this time between 28th and 29th of August we have heard that both clowns have announced that army has decided to act as a guarantor and require 24 more hours. All I could say was R.I.P democracy.

N league members could be making merry that their PM is not stepping down. They might be the flag bearers of the fascination that they survived marshal law and democracy has prevailed. On the other hand IK can claim that he made government begging on their knees and slapped them around and are victorious but for any sane brain I would ask them to take a moment and think what has actually happened and who is the real beneficiary?

This government came with both a personal grudge as well as a plan that they will make Musharraf an example for others and will ensure that army never intervenes the democratic process ever in future. Mr prime minister! one smooth transition of democratic governments does not mean that they have matured enough to take on the ruthless bull of establishment. Army had been criticized and called boots for decades for intervention and throwing away democracy in huge chasms. No matter which party you belong to or how impartial you are; you cannot deny the following facts which are

1) All pending bills of army had been cleared (round 150 million)
2) Army is respected for not intervening
3) Army is praised for being impartial and unbiased (especially didn’t take government’s side)
4) Army is not hungry for power
5) Everyone trusts army
6) Army avoided massive casualties by not using force
7) Army despite being busy in zarb-e-azb operation still managed national security issues
8) Politicians are not capable of handling their own issues
9) Government is on its knees and will always be looking at army if they are smiling or upset with them
10) Only army was taking care of IDPs while power politics was going on
11) No one will question waziristan operation ever again

From financial benefits to wonder face of the nation, they had it all. IK due to desperation and NS due to arrogance and nepotism gave it away. I will blame IK more than NS because he was used as a tool. A man of many capabilities who raised hopes and was a good competition disappointed many. He created the balance in dynamics of political system of country and he gave it away. NS was already doing many silly blunders in his legislative policies which could have dethroned him. But IK’s desperation to become PM made him nothing more than a tool. Worst part is that he and his followers still don’t realize this fact. I think instead of this drama, all three forces chiefs should be given permanent resident-ship in parliament with complete authority to make a dummy PM from anywhere.

One should not be surprised that model town incident was all part of plan and establishment killed innocents/rebels for their cause. The case won’t be resolved soon and a threat will always be upon sitting PM and CM as it would be another string in the hands of establishment.

Army has it all, I must say the great management of establishment, they had it previously too but they have it all now. PM and CM will stay and won’t step down as weak PM and CM are what establishment created and they won’t let them go away. Democracy has died today again. Our politicians gave it away. Their fault is that one was stubbornly stupid and other was a dangerous moron used as a tool, and they never thought of bigger picture and never attempted to outsmart establishment for atleast once for a change. Establishment will keep creating leaders and consuming them with time if and when needed.

May my fears be proven wrong but by tomorrow you will see that PM wont step down and the concerts would be over soon. And revolutionists would be back to schools, colleges, universities and offices again in their McDonalds life which they perceive with their DSLRs but welcome to an official behind the scene marshal law.

Imran Khan & Dangerous Immaturity


A wonderful piece written at the hour of need.

Kala Kawa

I have not been following the unfolding 14th August “Azadi March” drama closely at all. I’ve largely confined myself to reading headlines at the Dawn website and the occasional op-ed from the Express Tribune that would not result in a nose-bleed or worse an aneurysm (or even both at the same time which would be a most undignified way to go). The entire thing is painfully boring; Imran Khan wants to be PM. The current government is overreacting to his jejune behavior. And Imran Khan still wants to be PM because a person of his station cannot be saddled with running a piddly province that isn’t named Punjab.

Nonetheless, there are some things that have still jumped out at me regarding this entire episode. Let’s just build a timeline for this shall we?

We hold elections on the 11th of May 2013, which result in a victory for…

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Death of Legacies!!! Financial Issues or Insjustice?


Television had been an important part of our lives since its emergence. It is one of the continuously changing aspect of our lives that had been with us for so long. Every individual in some phase of his life must have adored some characters from TV. It could either be a cartoon, a drama serial or even a puppet show (yeah don’t forget sesame street, I remember it because i didn’t like it at all).

Back in my days of childhood we didn’t have dedicated channels of cartoons or movies. We were just restricted to some infinitesimal time slots in which we could cherish our favorite shows. I remember that just to watch five minutes of cartoon show in the morning before leaving for school was one of the major achievements of the day and it meant something like someone has awarded you the bragging rights. We were not critics back then and we appreciated whatever we had got (it was a blessing of course).

I even liked a show which was far from my understandings at that age but I loved to watch those characters. “Kaliyaan” and “Kaliyaan plus” was one of the popular puppet show back in 90s and I have no shame in admitting that I couldn’t understand most of what they presented back then but I cherished them mostly because we were cartoon deprived. It was a show mostly highlighting the evils of society and sarcasm bombardment on government policies but in a very light way. Now we all run the same show on Facebook in a different ways.

Guest House was another famous drama serial which was a sort of show which we could easily call the family show. Of course it doesn’t comply with the modern day family movies or TV shows as whole family could watch it in a single room on a single TV without feeling uncomfortable or to feel the need to change channels. It wasn’t because we didn’t have much options in terms of channels available or because we didn’t have many TV sets in same home but because content was too nice and appropriate. We do have a different meaning of family shows now where every member of the family can watch a show but individually (Even cartoons are hard to manage these days).

Anyways, I wanted to buy a SIM card for one of my phones (don’t worry I won’t be setting off bombs with it and stop thinking why I needed it, I just have a spare slot in my dual sim phone and I wanted it to be filled…yeah its a nerd perfectionist thing). When I entered the shop, I saw a familiar face. I don’t claim that I have an awesome memory but I do recognize some faces. I asked him if he was Anjum Habibi from Kaliyaan and he nodded saying yes I am. I was surprised that what is he doing here, he had a good career in sitcoms let alone the shows I have mentioned. After selecting the number of my choice I engaged him into a conversation.

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After ensuring that he doesn’t feel embarrassed or anything close to that. I appreciated his work in Kaliyaan and told him that show like that could continue forever as it discussed the matters of society in a very light way and every single episode of that is still so valid (as the change flag bearers are not even close to evolution let alone revolution). He agreed but didn’t gave a clear answer for that. Based on my previous knowledge I asked him much bluntly that in one of the interview of Farooq Qaiser (the team leader and director of the show) said that his team caused that show to end and it was because of dishonesty and lack of commitment of some team mates. He also said that some of the men could not handle the fame and were too demanding. This avalanched the mood barrier of Mr. Anjum, he said “it’s so sad to hear what he said. He was given 200,000 for shows and set of episodes and he only paid us 2000 to 4000 even when we were team of 6 to 8. He kept on doing that and eventually we can’t wear masks like that and do multiple characters for peanuts”. I further inquired that it was an era of PTV (the national TV channel, it still exists but don’t watch it as it doesn’t criticize government as much as we want and tell us peaceful stuff so doesn’t fill our appetite for violent and aggressive TV). He agreed and said “we got PTV monthly cheques but all bonuses and extra awards (which were frequent) were the one which were not shared at all. He (Farooq Qaiser) claimed it to be his personal effort and didn’t share a thing with his team”. He also added “TV is not that nice to us anymore said in a painful way. This is my PCO/photostate shop(s) and I do some other business too”. It almost was a killing moment for me to see one of the beautiful characters of old times who smiled with lots of regret and painin his eyes when he said “This isn’t a very good place to live for a man with honesty, people don’t let you live with simplicity; we have different reasons but we are stuck here else we would have left. There is so much injustice even amongst our ranks and co-workers. People treat you badly, slap you with injustice and then accuse you too”

I shook his hands, took a pic with him and left with strange and mixed feelings. At one hand I was happy to see and meet a person who had been a part of wonderful plays which I enjoyed in last two decades and other hand I was hurt about the misery and struggle he was going through and just because of unjustified treatment by team mates and co-workers. It’s quite common here that bosses take all the credit and often leave employees or team mates behind totally unappreciated. Even a horse is patted by the rider as a sign of appreciation but unfortunately we are not horses and we aren’t being ridden by nice guys either. It is also common that it is not possible for simple straight edge guy to survive the brutality of financial hardships; why? Simply because honest efforts are not appreciated. Even I have seen many people who felt no shame whatsoever in climbing over the shoulders of their mentors quite wickedly and calling it opportunity utilization.

Injustice, in any form does kill the soul of a living being. What we can do is to deny this non sense theory that if u deny someone their rights then that is the only way to move forward. We still can get all the success by legal and rightful means if we just add the element of patience and consistent effort. As rightly said “Not more as what is in your fate and not before time”.

Stay happy, keep happy, respect rights of others and believe in helping not depriving others.  🙂

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A Thief in Abeyance


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It was middle of a peaceful passage of night; when I was suddenly woken up by my better half to ruin the later half of the night. Surprised and stunned I looked at the fan, it was working, then gazed at the AC which was functional too. In my typical husband’s brain I tried to figure out what has happened so wrong that she had to wake me up as it was one of the most unholiest act and of course a very dangerous move. Such act is only allowed by WAPDA and that too in case of malfunctioned UPS. I quickly tried to recall when was the last time I took her to her mom’s home and realized with my unconscious mind that I was in safe limits rather I realized we just came back that night from her mom’s home. Now totally short of ideas I looked at her and asked what every husband would ask his wife even in normal conditions “Whats wrong?” which actually meant “Whats the hell is so wrong with you?” (yeah men think that way but often doesn’t say it to save the time) and realizing that the question was pretty silly to ask on the first place; “There is nothing wrong with her…. she is a wife…..she is meant to be that way”. Recalling this answer I asked her again and she pointed towards the back window of our room. I focused my attention at the window and realized that there is a loud fuss going on at the back of our house.

Understanding the seriousness of the situation and trying to believe that it was not a hangover due to food at in-laws; I got out of the bed and approached the window which could give me a better view of whats going on. What i witnessed was weird, there was a man sitting at the back wall which was adjoining to our back wall neighbor’s and was begging that he should not be handed over to police. Well, that was the moment when I really woke up even though I was standing and witnessing it for much longer. Before I could think of anything I tried to follow the conversation. Now let me explain the geography at the back side of my house. The home right back to my house is a double storey building while the one next to it is a single storey. My back wall neighbors were asking him where did he come from? (which of course meant which path has he followed to reach the place where he could sit like a SpiderMan). He replied that he used the wall of the single storey home to to reach their roof and from there he came to the point and now he was sitting at the back wall-nexus of four homes.  The back wall neighbors assured him they wont harm him and before i could decide to go out he climbed the roof of single storey home and from there he was taken by the arm and it seemed as he was boarding a ship but of course his next journey wasn’t going to be nice.

It was pretty safe now as the thief was caught. Oh! did I use the word thief; yeah I did. I moved out of the home and of course had a gathering later on and the caught guy gave a strange story. He said that he along with four men were hired from a village near Wazirabad and he was assured that he would be given Rs.500 per day and food to participate in Tahir-ul-Qadri’s rally but they abandoned him and now he needed money to get back home. At first I thought that he was lying but when he was handed over to police and police confirmed that that four more men were caught from the same street, it really made me believe that he was telling it right. Any one after the incidents would be way too stupid to tell police (yeah police) that he belonged to Qadri (police would be aching to beat the hell out of him for the beating they took recently). That was more like he demanded to rot in hell (of course at local police station).

After everything settled and I was done appreciating the alertness of our neighbors, I of course could analyze it and say a few words about it as it could make me sound intellectual (that’s what everyone does on FB these days I mean contrive to sound intellectual) but it really made me think that whether he was telling the truth or not, whether he was hired to participate in mob or not, what if he really was. That means that man power can easily be bought (hired) to do any evil act, that’s how we harbor terrorists? He could have been sleeping peacefully at his home if he wasn’t that poor and his needs didn’t make him a sell out. Even if he wasn’t hired to do so he wasn’t there because he did not like the model of his Ferrari or Lamborghini. The way he was begging to let him go reminded me of the saying “Hate the crime not the criminal”. After being caught he was just an ordinary man looking totally helpless telling that they could go to his village to see how needy he is. That made sense to me that why would he travel such a large distance to make robberies. Anyways, this is how needs turn normal men into criminals and even terrorists. You can easily buy a man if you can buy him his needs.

Alleviating the poverty, providing jobs maintaining balance in economy and of course education are the things which not only can make us a better nation but would also help us to make our face better in international community because such people when go abroad (either legally or illegally) are the ones who ruin the face of the country but they don’t belong to any country they just belong to the poverty club which isn’t much fancy at all.

Take care everyone, look around and help anyone you can before he starts opting for a wrong path. That may be the right move for you to contribute good to society and the world. Thank you 🙂