Forgotten Hero. Remembered Monster

The post is about an old man who lives some blocks away from my ancestral home and is a far far far distant relative too. Born in a well off family of zameendars, he was the junior most of his siblings. Even with resources, he never acquired formal education. A dispute over property earned him his share of property very early which he sold quickly and started his successful transport business. After a traffic accident, he ended up in a hospital where a pregnant widow gave birth to a daughter. She lived in the same neighborhood as him. God knows all happenings the best and he would know this too but somehow this man fell in love with that woman. A forbidden love of a rich bachelor from one sect of Islam and born in one caste with a poor widow of another sect of Islam and with a different caste. Moreover many started believing that the woman is jinxed as she was responsible for the death of her husband and gave birth to a girl. Sad evil society. Then that happened which is supposed to happen and happens always – family dispute, allegation and melodrama. To save the honor of family his parents got him married to a girl of their own choice who was more able somehow as she came from the same sect and the same caste. An year later his father suffered a cardiac event and died. This made that man divorced his wife who left that city.
Now thirty years have passed. He lives alone in an un-maintained, average house. We all know that old age is so hard and having no kids to support morally or even financially, he is seeing hell as many in the neighborhood say because he hurt his parents, divorced his wife and above all is a criminal in God’s book for loving someone outside the line of sect. His transport business ended years ago. Loans from strangers and banks have broken him. I visited him yesterday. He never told me about that girl. Even I never had the courage to ask him directly. But the life he is living now is all those decisions he made including the love he committed. People label him as a sinner so quickly, which itself is a sin. He told me about having a heart attack last year which didn’t hurt him as much as finding himself alone in the hospital. No one came to see him, not even his brothers. Cruel old age manifesting in one shape. No one will remember him just days or maybe even hours after he is no more. No one. But I will. I surely will remember. A nameless example that someone just sinned once, the sin of love.


It was a positive day. One with only positive vibes in some weeks. In fact one of the most beautiful mornings of this semester. Going late to college, meeting only those people who matter, no relationshiT(with a T) stuff, attending a favorite teacher’s class, buying new books, settling old scores, earning some money, making mom happy with some tasks. It surely was a great day. 


Parents are a blessing nothing can replace. We must avail all the blessed moments life has given us to spend with out parents. The cruel life keeps spitting out bitter lessons. God surely knows how to test us all and love us all. The dad of my best friend, is ill. It is equally upsetting for me. At this moment of trouble, I sincerely pray for his well being and wish that he may gets well soon. May Allah give the family a strong heart to live through this difficult time. Amen.


A man taught another a lesson. Nothing new. But one was a father in law and the other was the son in law. That’s also not new. The girl that connected them was beaten. Even this is not a new thing in society. But I was in the same hall where it happened – a hospital waiting room. Many witnessed it. Some people took over the men and saved the girl. I wonder what would happen to her when she gets home, if you can call that a home. Oh, and she was carrying a baby too which means in a modern society, there is no escape to the torture she is facing. May she sees better days. ( August 22, 2010 / 8:25 PM / Karachi ) 


More than half of every human, monster or hero, villain or legend, doctor or dacoit, politician or astronaut, farmer or the president is water. The eyes that make you see this and the mind that makes you understand this are water as well. Most likely the person you love so much or hate so much are water too. Strangely some fires inside keep these waters going. Smokeless fires.

ایک بلا

عامر کہاں جا رہے ہو؟

باہر دادی.

باہر کہاں؟

پارک تک دادی.

کوئی ضرورت نہیں جانے کی. گھر بیٹھو.

مگر کیوں… ابھی تو بازار بھی کھلے ہیں!

میں نے کہے دیا نا! اب ضد مت کرو.

پر دادی

بیٹا اس وقت رات ہو چکی ہے.


تو یہ کہ اس وقت آسمان سے بلائیں اترتی ہیں اور….


اور بچوں کو اٹھا کر لے جاتی ہیں.

جب چھوٹا تھا تب دادی یہ سب کہا کرتی تھیں. شام بلخصوص مغرب کے بعد باہر نکلنا تو ایک ناممکن بات تھی. اپنے اس عقیدے کو ثابت کرنے کا ان کے پاس کوئی طریقہ تو نہیں تھا مگر پھر بھی شام کو ان کے سامنے باہر جانا تو سارا بچپن ممکن نہیں رہا. بڑے ہونے کے ساتھ میں دادی کی گرفت سے نکل گیا. اور شام کو باہر جانا اور باہر رہنا ممکن ہو گیا. اتنا عرصہ گزر جانے کے بعد دادی کی انتقال ہو گیا لیکن اپنے آخری ایام تک انکے عقائد وہی رہے. تب بھی اگر کوئی شام کو باہر جانے لگتا تو اسکو روکتیں اور یہی آسمان سے بلائیں اترنے والی بات کہتیں. مجھے انکی اس بات پر کبھی یقین نہیں رہا. مگر اس گرمیوں کی چھٹیوں کے بعد جب میرا کالج کھلا تو شام کو میں کچھ سامان لینے گھر سے باہر گیا. شہر کے حالات اچانک خراب ہو گئے. میں فورا گھر کو پلٹا. جب سکون سے گھر پہنچ گیا تو احساس ہوا کہ آج ایک ماہ بعد ایک بلا باہر نکلی تھی.اور اسکے باہر نکلنے سے پورا شہر آفت میں آ گیا. اتنے سال بعد دادی کی بات ثابت ہو گئی. اب یقین آیا کہ بزرگ ٹھیک ہی کہتی تھیں.

٢٠١٥ میں اس بلا کی شادی ہو گی اور اس کے شوہر نے اس بلا کو اب دیکھنے میں بھی ایک بلا بنا دیا ہے. یہ الگ بات ہے کہ اب اس بلا کا صرف وزن ہے کسی کو مارنے کے لئے کافی ہے.

Yellow and Red (Short Dialogue)

(پہلا منظر)

“سرکار سے ایک التجا ہے”
“آپ اور التجا”
“جی. التجا… اور نہیں تو کیا”
“سرکار کے سامنے کون بولے. کس کی اتنی ہمت. بندہ التجا ہی تو کر سکتا ہے”
“نہیں نہیں نہیں”
“دیکھا. اب تم نا… پھر تم کہو گی کہ میں سیرئیس رہتی ہوں”
“اچھا نا! اب میں نہیں کرتی مذاق.”
“ارے میں نے یہ کب کہا. تم نا…بس بہانے ڈھونڈو”
“اوکے جی…حکم کریں”
“حکم نہیں. عرض”
“اچھا جی عرض ہی کر دیں”
“کر دوں؟”
“عدنان …دیکھا…اب کون سیرئیس نہیں. تم سیرئیس نہیں رہ سکتے؟”
“اچھا اچھا…اب میں سیرئیس ہی رہ کر عرض کر رہا ہوں”
اور اس نے وہ عرض عرض کر ہی ڈالی.

(دوسرا منظر)
“ہا ہا”
“اچھا یار. اتنا رومینٹک ہو کر کہا. اور تم نے سارا فلو روک دیا”
“کیا ہے. اچھا نا. کہو جیسے کہے رہے تھے.”(ہنستے ہوئے)
“نہیں اب نہیں”
“اب اتنا پگھل کر کہو گی تو کون نہیں بولے گا.”
“نہیں نہیں نہیں… ایک منٹ روکو”
“کیا ہوا؟”
“وہ تم نے کہا تھا نا جو اسکے جواب میں مجھے بھی رومینٹک انداذ میں کہنا پڑے گا نا”
“تو یہ کہ…سنیں کا جواب ہے…(ٹھہر کر)…….جی کہیں”
“تم نا…”
“(کھلکھلا کر ہنسنا)”
“اب میں کیا کہوں. تمہاری یہی باتیں تو مجھے گرویدہ بنا دیتی ہیں”
“اب تم شروع مت ہو جانا”
“اوکے جی”
“تو کہیں نا”
“ہائے ربا!”

(تیسرا منظر)
“اتفاق نہیں ہونا چاہیے”
“ذرا بھی نہیں؟”
“بالکل ذرا بھی نہیں؟”
“اچھا یار”
“سو سوئیٹ”