(One fine evening at ‘Seattle’s Best Coffee’, this story was shared by an American girl who was born and raised in farms of Indiana. After so many years, I still remember a lot of words exactly as came out of her mouth, describing her odyssey towards understanding of love)
“My father was a stupid man. No! Let me rephrase it, my father was a soulless man. Only thing, I knew about my father is that he use to go to work every morning. It was a small town of 600 people. My father use to work as a salesman in a gun shop, and I always wondered about it. Or may be, it make sense! He was a heavy man who had a lot of fat in his neck and body. After coming from work, he uses to sit on sofa idyll for 2/3 hours till my mom prepare supper for night. He never went out. He had no friends. He had no hobby. He never fixed the house or did anything else. He never yelled on us either. I had one sister who was a nerd with heavy glasses, always occupied in her room reading books. After supper, every night we heard heavy snoring from my father’s room. But since I get puberty, there was another sound I recognize every night before his heavy snoring, was his grunting noise. He uses to ‘fuck’ my mom every night. There was no break even if I see dirty pads for 4/5 days in our yard’s dustbin. I never heard my mother’s sound. It was only his grunting noise! I don’t know than why I never got more siblings unlike other families in town.
Now I can tell, why my mother was an unhappy woman! Can you blame her? This was hers life. Unlike other children, we never heard any story about how they get married or what they did before we were born. I doubt they even did anything! Sitting in porch, before my father comes from work, my mother told unending stories of her life before she moved to Indiana. We never visited our grand parents. We always talked to them over phones. I never met ever any of my cousins! My mother had 2 lives, while my father is at work or at home.
Sunday was the only day when we went out as a family to church. I doubt, my father was ever interested in church, jesus or God. He went to church as a required social obligation. One Sunday afternoon, while my sister stayed in church's library and I went to my friend’s place. There I got nature’s call. I was a shy girl. I never used anyone else’s bathroom. As I was about to enter house, I heard same grunting sounds, very audible despite door was closed. I realized what’s going on. I peeked from side window. My mother was half sitting on sofa; with her dress half up. Standing, my father was busy mounting her with his shirts on but pants half down. His back was towards me and I could see my mother’s face. That one moment, I learned why my mother was an unhappy woman. She had no expressions on her face. Only her legs were dutifully spread. I don’t know, she saw me or not and I doubt she even cared about it! That expression thought me another thing - the meaning of love - like you learn from other extreme.
“Fuck” is an act done in a given time period under carnal instinct and many times does not require respect or even presence of other person! But “love making” is a continuous and mutual feeling of each other’s presence. It’s an art of making other person comfortable and happy. Physical love falls naturally somewhere in between. And “orgasm” is not a wave of physical pleasure in a given moment of given time which overcomes your body but is an endless and continuous sense of bliss which occupy and overcomes one’s mind!
Monday, March 31, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
Salim aur Shamsha !
Salim ko kharadar (old Karachi) ki aik parchun ki dukan pe betha dekh ke jitna dukh mujhe huwa us ka bayan mumkin nahi. Salim ko main ne metric ka tution parhaya. Tub main medical school ke first year main tha. Saleem jese zaheen talibe-ilm main ne bohut kum dekhe jo sochte the, sawal kerte the aur ilm ka shoq rukhte the. Metric ke baad ghar ke halat ki wajah se salim ne science se mazmun tabdeel ker ke commerce le liya.
Salim ki choti behen 'shamsha' tub aathween main thi. Aage chal ker 'shamsha' bhi mere medical school main aa gai. Main final year main tha. 'Shamsha' was extremely pretty, aur allah jhut na bulwaye, I was extremely flirty ! Main aksar 'shamsha' se flirt kiya kerta aur woh hasti rehti.
Aik din main ne shamsha se kaha: "Shadi to tumhari mujh jese hi kisi lurke se hogi, phir main kiun nahi ?"
Shamsha ne jawab diya: "Mere liye imran khan na sahi magar wesa hi koi prince aaye ga to shadi karun gi !"
Main ne kaha: "Shamsha ! hamari galion main kisi prince ya imran khan ka helicopter nahi aata bulke sirf abdul sattar edhi ka helicopter aata hai."
Waqt ka payyah ghum gaya. Main america aa gaya. Jahan kai purane logon se bandhan tute wahan salim aur shamsha bhi the. Ab ki baar main Pakistan gaya to kisi tarah Salim ko mere aane ki khabar hui. Us ne phone kiya. Main ne poocha mulaqat kese ho ? Us ne kharadar ki aik tang gali main parchun ki dukan ka pata bata diya. Gali itni tang thi ke mujhe rickshaw bahir hi chorna para. Salim jesa zaheen talib ilm gurbat ki wajah se yun parchun ki dukan khol bethe ga ! mujhe yaqin nahi aaya. Salim ko to bohut aage jaana chahiye tha ! (He would have made a very good journalist)
Salim ki walida ko Asthma ka marz tha. Un ka 2/3 roz pehle CT scan huwa tha. Main ne kaha: "Main dekhun CT scan?" Us ne kaha: "woh to shamsha ke ghar hai?"
"Kesi hai woh?" Main ne poocha. Us ne mobile pe number milaya aur bola chalo abhi us ke ghar chalte hain. Kharadar ki tang o tareek galion main ubalte gatar se bachte bachate aik purani andheri si imarat main dakhil huwe. Darwaza shamsha na khola. Waqt, halat aur gurbat ka zakham bohut ghera laga tha. Chote se flat main boseeda se sofe the. Deewaron se plaster jagah jagah se ukhra huwa tha. Shamsha kisi chote se clinic main kaam kerti thi. Us ka shohar kisi company main accountant tha. Main ne CT scan dekha. Do char baatain ki. Salim ko shamsha ne bottle lene neeche bheja to main aur shamsha kuch lamhon ke liye akele reh gaye. Hum dono sofe ke do kinaron pe bethe the. Main ne uski taraf dekha to aankho main dubdubate aansu saaf zahir the. Hum ne koi baat nahi ki. Hasti bolti, khawabon main rehne wali, zinda dil shamsha andar kahin ghut ke mar chuki thi. Ye to aik zinda laash thi jo shohar aur bachhon ka bojh uthaye phir rahi thi. Main kuch lamhon ke baad salim ke saath wahan se wapas aa gaya.
Humare mulk main kitne hi salim aur kitni hi shamshaon ke khawab gurbat ne zinda dargor ker diye. Sali bari kutti cheez hai ye gurbat !
Salim ki choti behen 'shamsha' tub aathween main thi. Aage chal ker 'shamsha' bhi mere medical school main aa gai. Main final year main tha. 'Shamsha' was extremely pretty, aur allah jhut na bulwaye, I was extremely flirty ! Main aksar 'shamsha' se flirt kiya kerta aur woh hasti rehti.
Aik din main ne shamsha se kaha: "Shadi to tumhari mujh jese hi kisi lurke se hogi, phir main kiun nahi ?"
Shamsha ne jawab diya: "Mere liye imran khan na sahi magar wesa hi koi prince aaye ga to shadi karun gi !"
Main ne kaha: "Shamsha ! hamari galion main kisi prince ya imran khan ka helicopter nahi aata bulke sirf abdul sattar edhi ka helicopter aata hai."
Waqt ka payyah ghum gaya. Main america aa gaya. Jahan kai purane logon se bandhan tute wahan salim aur shamsha bhi the. Ab ki baar main Pakistan gaya to kisi tarah Salim ko mere aane ki khabar hui. Us ne phone kiya. Main ne poocha mulaqat kese ho ? Us ne kharadar ki aik tang gali main parchun ki dukan ka pata bata diya. Gali itni tang thi ke mujhe rickshaw bahir hi chorna para. Salim jesa zaheen talib ilm gurbat ki wajah se yun parchun ki dukan khol bethe ga ! mujhe yaqin nahi aaya. Salim ko to bohut aage jaana chahiye tha ! (He would have made a very good journalist)
Salim ki walida ko Asthma ka marz tha. Un ka 2/3 roz pehle CT scan huwa tha. Main ne kaha: "Main dekhun CT scan?" Us ne kaha: "woh to shamsha ke ghar hai?"
"Kesi hai woh?" Main ne poocha. Us ne mobile pe number milaya aur bola chalo abhi us ke ghar chalte hain. Kharadar ki tang o tareek galion main ubalte gatar se bachte bachate aik purani andheri si imarat main dakhil huwe. Darwaza shamsha na khola. Waqt, halat aur gurbat ka zakham bohut ghera laga tha. Chote se flat main boseeda se sofe the. Deewaron se plaster jagah jagah se ukhra huwa tha. Shamsha kisi chote se clinic main kaam kerti thi. Us ka shohar kisi company main accountant tha. Main ne CT scan dekha. Do char baatain ki. Salim ko shamsha ne bottle lene neeche bheja to main aur shamsha kuch lamhon ke liye akele reh gaye. Hum dono sofe ke do kinaron pe bethe the. Main ne uski taraf dekha to aankho main dubdubate aansu saaf zahir the. Hum ne koi baat nahi ki. Hasti bolti, khawabon main rehne wali, zinda dil shamsha andar kahin ghut ke mar chuki thi. Ye to aik zinda laash thi jo shohar aur bachhon ka bojh uthaye phir rahi thi. Main kuch lamhon ke baad salim ke saath wahan se wapas aa gaya.
Humare mulk main kitne hi salim aur kitni hi shamshaon ke khawab gurbat ne zinda dargor ker diye. Sali bari kutti cheez hai ye gurbat !
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Gore rang ka zamana - kubhi hoga na purana
(Conversation portraying Desi men's natural oogling for white skin !)
Me: "Abe kia us buddhi gori ko taare ja raha hai" (why you keep staring that old white woman)
My friend (naturally Pakistani): "Burhi hai to kiya huwa, hai to gori !" (Though old but afterall she is white)
(A huge laugh from all friends - naturally all Pakistanis)
So true of this song
Me: "Abe kia us buddhi gori ko taare ja raha hai" (why you keep staring that old white woman)
My friend (naturally Pakistani): "Burhi hai to kiya huwa, hai to gori !" (Though old but afterall she is white)
(A huge laugh from all friends - naturally all Pakistanis)
So true of this song
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
aik hikayat Ishq ki
Rumi ki aik hikayat hai:
"Laila jub majnu ke ishq main be-haal ho gai to laila ke baap ne aik maulvi ko bulvaya ke laila ko samjhaye. Laila ko samjhane se pehle maulvi sahab ki namaz ka waqt ho gaya. Maulvi ne musalla beechaya, aur namaz parhna shuru ki. Jub laila ko maulvi ke bulvaye jane ka ilm huwa to woh wahan se bhagi. Bhagte waqt us ka paun maulvi sahab ke musalle pe par gaya. Maulvi sahab ko gussa aa gaya: "Nadan larki, tujhe koi hosh bhi hai ke nahi". Laila ne jawab diya: "Main to majnu ke ishq main madhosh hun magar maulvi sahab aap ke allah se ishq ko kiya huwa ke aaap ko musalle pe mere paun ki khabar ho gai?"
"Laila jub majnu ke ishq main be-haal ho gai to laila ke baap ne aik maulvi ko bulvaya ke laila ko samjhaye. Laila ko samjhane se pehle maulvi sahab ki namaz ka waqt ho gaya. Maulvi ne musalla beechaya, aur namaz parhna shuru ki. Jub laila ko maulvi ke bulvaye jane ka ilm huwa to woh wahan se bhagi. Bhagte waqt us ka paun maulvi sahab ke musalle pe par gaya. Maulvi sahab ko gussa aa gaya: "Nadan larki, tujhe koi hosh bhi hai ke nahi". Laila ne jawab diya: "Main to majnu ke ishq main madhosh hun magar maulvi sahab aap ke allah se ishq ko kiya huwa ke aaap ko musalle pe mere paun ki khabar ho gai?"
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Insaaf aur reham
(Beautiful Hikayat taken from suffering with behaviours )
Kehte hein k aik buhut ibadat guzar buzurg hua kerte the. Unhon ne 80 saal tak aik pathar per beth ker ibadat ki. Uss k baad unka Khuda se mukalima hua.
Khuda ne kaha k "tum kia chahte ho, tum per reham kiya jaey ya tumhare sath insaaf kiya jaey".
Buzurg ne choonke buhut arsa ibadat ki thi to woh yeh samajhte the k woh buhut bare ajar k mustahiq hain. unhon ne socha k meri ibadat ka to ajar hi itna hoga lehaza reham ki mujhe kia zaroorat. Unhon ne jawab diya k "mere sath insaaf kiya jaey"
Khuda ne phir yehi sawal duhraya aur buzaurg ne her baar yehi jawab diya.
To Khuda ne faisla sunaya k;"Insaaf ka taqaza yeh hai k tum ne iss pathar per 80 saal beth ker ibadat ki lehaza ubb iss pathar ka haq hai k yeh tum per beth ker 80 saal tak ibadat ker sake."
Kehte hein k aik buhut ibadat guzar buzurg hua kerte the. Unhon ne 80 saal tak aik pathar per beth ker ibadat ki. Uss k baad unka Khuda se mukalima hua.
Khuda ne kaha k "tum kia chahte ho, tum per reham kiya jaey ya tumhare sath insaaf kiya jaey".
Buzurg ne choonke buhut arsa ibadat ki thi to woh yeh samajhte the k woh buhut bare ajar k mustahiq hain. unhon ne socha k meri ibadat ka to ajar hi itna hoga lehaza reham ki mujhe kia zaroorat. Unhon ne jawab diya k "mere sath insaaf kiya jaey"
Khuda ne phir yehi sawal duhraya aur buzaurg ne her baar yehi jawab diya.
To Khuda ne faisla sunaya k;"Insaaf ka taqaza yeh hai k tum ne iss pathar per 80 saal beth ker ibadat ki lehaza ubb iss pathar ka haq hai k yeh tum per beth ker 80 saal tak ibadat ker sake."
Monday, March 17, 2008
Aik chota sa imtihan - and my failure
Peechle jumme mere bachhe ne masjid main pehli baar naat shareef parhi to inaam ke tor per main use 'toys R us' le gaya. Junhi hum 'toys R us' se bahir aaye, darwaze pe 20 dollars ke aik bill para nazar aaya. Dil faisla nahi ker paya ke, aaya ise 'Toys R us' ke counter pe wapas jama kerwa diya jaaye, ke shayed jis ka ho dhundhta wahan paunche ! Magar phir dil main chor aa gaya, ke zameen pe para mujhe mila hai wapas kiun karun? Aur main nahi rakhunga, customer service wale khud jeb main daal lain ge.. wagera wagera.
Main ne 20 dollars utha ker wallet main rukh liye.
Monday ko mere bachhe ne mujh se 'book fair' ke liye 10 dollars maange. Main ne 20 dollars ka wahi bill nikal ker wallet se use de diya.
Sham ko main ne poocha: "So which books did you buy?".
"Koi bhi nahi", he replied.
"so you have 20 dollars?", I asked
"No, I threw in trash". He said
"What? Why the hell you threw 20 dollars in trash?" - Mujhe gussa aa gaya
"We had soccer game, I didn't have pockets and bag was in classroom. I didn't know where to put, so I trashed it"
I took a deep breath.
Dil ne khud se kaha - "Toys R Us pe milne wala woh kagaz, 20 dollars ka bill nahi, tumhara imtihan tha - tum fail ho gaye !"
Main ne 20 dollars utha ker wallet main rukh liye.
Monday ko mere bachhe ne mujh se 'book fair' ke liye 10 dollars maange. Main ne 20 dollars ka wahi bill nikal ker wallet se use de diya.
Sham ko main ne poocha: "So which books did you buy?".
"Koi bhi nahi", he replied.
"so you have 20 dollars?", I asked
"No, I threw in trash". He said
"What? Why the hell you threw 20 dollars in trash?" - Mujhe gussa aa gaya
"We had soccer game, I didn't have pockets and bag was in classroom. I didn't know where to put, so I trashed it"
I took a deep breath.
Dil ne khud se kaha - "Toys R Us pe milne wala woh kagaz, 20 dollars ka bill nahi, tumhara imtihan tha - tum fail ho gaye !"
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Good Morning !
(A conversation happened years ago but continue to haunt me more and more every morning as I grow older)
"Tum haste bohut achha ho"
"Achha ?"
"Mujh se shadi karo ge !"
"Hahaha, shadi ka hasne se kiya taaluq?"
"Tum kiya jano, duniya main is se bari rahat koi aur nahi ke aadmi hur subah apne paas aik achhi muskurahat ke sath baidar ho !"
(so true and so dumb I was !!!)
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Years ago, I took someone's advise to say 'Good morning' to myself while I look at mirror to brush teeth. It make my day go better. Try it - you will not regret it !
"Tum haste bohut achha ho"
"Achha ?"
"Mujh se shadi karo ge !"
"Hahaha, shadi ka hasne se kiya taaluq?"
"Tum kiya jano, duniya main is se bari rahat koi aur nahi ke aadmi hur subah apne paas aik achhi muskurahat ke sath baidar ho !"
(so true and so dumb I was !!!)
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Years ago, I took someone's advise to say 'Good morning' to myself while I look at mirror to brush teeth. It make my day go better. Try it - you will not regret it !
Friday, March 14, 2008
Dreams - 2
When I was writing 3 properties of Dreams in last post, I had one other thing in my mind, which I skipped as it get bestow to only few blessed people. I strongly believe that Dreams keep man connected to spiritual world. Few blessed find elevated souls in their dreams to guide them and few stupid like me, don't get message pass.
"Modern days" main kum-az-kum 2 aadmi aese hain, jin pe mera yaqeen hai ke woh jhoot nahi likh sakhte, aur un dono ko khawab main rasul-e-akram (prophet Mohammad) ka deedar huwa.
1. 'Josh' maleeh Abadi ne apni kitab "yadon ki barat" main apne is waqiye ko qalamband kiya hai, aur
2. Qudratullah Shahab ne apni kitab "shahab-nama" main apna waqiya likha hai.
Mera 2 khawab aese hain jin main 2 buzurg hastian nazar aain magar na to main unko pehchan saka aur na ye maalum ho saka ke mujh jese gunahgar ke khawab main aa ker unhon ne apne qimti waqt ko barbad kerna kiun munasib samjha !
Aik khawab mere liye is qadar private hai ke, main blog pe us ka zikar nahi kerna chahta. Dusra khawab 1995 ke Haj season ke dauran huwa. Aik buzurg tilmilati dhoop ke neeche bethe the aur unhon ne mujh se kaha "sad-afsos is baras kisi ne bhi haj nahi kiya".
Allah jane woh do ba-resh buzurg kaun the. Kaash meri is qadar ruhani bisat hoti ke un ko pehchan hi pata !
"Modern days" main kum-az-kum 2 aadmi aese hain, jin pe mera yaqeen hai ke woh jhoot nahi likh sakhte, aur un dono ko khawab main rasul-e-akram (prophet Mohammad) ka deedar huwa.
1. 'Josh' maleeh Abadi ne apni kitab "yadon ki barat" main apne is waqiye ko qalamband kiya hai, aur
2. Qudratullah Shahab ne apni kitab "shahab-nama" main apna waqiya likha hai.
Mera 2 khawab aese hain jin main 2 buzurg hastian nazar aain magar na to main unko pehchan saka aur na ye maalum ho saka ke mujh jese gunahgar ke khawab main aa ker unhon ne apne qimti waqt ko barbad kerna kiun munasib samjha !
Aik khawab mere liye is qadar private hai ke, main blog pe us ka zikar nahi kerna chahta. Dusra khawab 1995 ke Haj season ke dauran huwa. Aik buzurg tilmilati dhoop ke neeche bethe the aur unhon ne mujh se kaha "sad-afsos is baras kisi ne bhi haj nahi kiya".
Allah jane woh do ba-resh buzurg kaun the. Kaash meri is qadar ruhani bisat hoti ke un ko pehchan hi pata !
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Dreams
Khuda ki taraf se insan ke liye kai tohfhon (gifts) main se aik tohfah khawab (dreams) hain. Dreams ki 3 bari khususiat (properties) hain
1. Insan ke kai ander chupe dukh verbalize ho jaate hain. Aik hulka sa marham par jaata hai. Aap sub kubhi na kubhi khawab main roye honge ! And when she went cold turkey on me in dreams too, it hurted a lot than but now I am more comfortable !
2. Insan ko aksar kai sawalon ke jawab mil jaate hain (Istikhara isi baat ka parto hai).
3. Aane wale wa'qiat (events) ki basharat bhi ho jaati hai, ya kum-az-kum ishara mil jaata hai.
Aik baat main ne kai baar is blog pe repeat ki hai. Ise zaroor parhiye - Evil of Alarm clock
1. Insan ke kai ander chupe dukh verbalize ho jaate hain. Aik hulka sa marham par jaata hai. Aap sub kubhi na kubhi khawab main roye honge ! And when she went cold turkey on me in dreams too, it hurted a lot than but now I am more comfortable !
2. Insan ko aksar kai sawalon ke jawab mil jaate hain (Istikhara isi baat ka parto hai).
3. Aane wale wa'qiat (events) ki basharat bhi ho jaati hai, ya kum-az-kum ishara mil jaata hai.
Aik baat main ne kai baar is blog pe repeat ki hai. Ise zaroor parhiye - Evil of Alarm clock
Monday, March 10, 2008
Herpes came home
(following is 100 % true conversation with a Pakistani girl)
"I gave everything of me and myself to him and he gave me Herpes."
"I gave everything of me and myself to him and he gave me Herpes."
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Sala harami dil
Jennifer just broke with her boyfriend. She was seating quietly at one corner (apne khayalon main gum) .
"Thinking of him?", I asked.
She did not reply, just noded her head.
Inglistani ho ya Pakistani
Amrican ho ya Japani
African ho ya Hindustani
ye dil hai sala bara harami
--- aap ise nahi samjha sakte
Us din ghar aate main ne apni gari main, nusrat fateh ali ka saari saari raat teri yaad satawe kai baar suna !
"Thinking of him?", I asked.
She did not reply, just noded her head.
Inglistani ho ya Pakistani
Amrican ho ya Japani
African ho ya Hindustani
ye dil hai sala bara harami
--- aap ise nahi samjha sakte
Us din ghar aate main ne apni gari main, nusrat fateh ali ka saari saari raat teri yaad satawe kai baar suna !
Friday, March 07, 2008
Tujh se naraz nahi Zindagi hairan hun main
Awesome Pakistani singer 'Amanat' sung one of my favourite song, written by great Gulzar ji and originally sung by Anup Ghoshal.
Tujh se naraz nahi Zindagi hairan hun main
Tere masoom sawalon se pareshan hun main
you can view original version here
Tujh se naraz nahi Zindagi hairan hun main
Tere masoom sawalon se pareshan hun main
you can view original version here
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Beti ka Dukh
Anis mamu amma ke koi dur ke bhai lugte hain magar yun samjihye, sage mamu se barh ker hain. Bohut hi kum-go (quiet) hain. Zaroorat ho to mun kholte hain. Aik din un ka phone aaya ke agar aa sakte ho to 2/ 4 roz ke liye aa jao ! Main ne wajah nahi poochi. Anis mamu ne bulaya hai to zaroor koi bari baat ho hogi.
Anis mamu ki zindagi bhi ajeeb rahi. Bara bhai hone ke naate pehle chote bhai bhanon ki kafalat ki. Aik bahen ki talaq hui to us ke baal bachhon ka bojh bhi un pe aan para. Karobar main dhoke baazi hui aur aik waqt sab kuch chopat ho gaya. Wahan se sambhle to amma ki kidney fail ho gayi. Unki dawa daru aur dialysis se poore na huwe the ke biwi ko breast cancer diagnose ho gaya. Phir un ke walid chal base. Un ko allah ne teen betian di. Teenon ko achhi taalim-o-tarbiat se aarasta kiya aur b'ahsan do ki achhe gharon main shadi ker di. Bus teesri reh gai thi. Aesa lugta hai Anis mamu ke liye "struggles" ka aik silsila hai jo khatam hi nahi hota. Shayed, Allah apne nek bandon ko jehd-e-musalsal ki aazmaish se isi duniya main nihar deta hai.
Main kaam ki ziyadti ke bawajud 'weekend' pe fly ker ke Anis mamu ke haan Toronto gaya. Wahan ja ke pata laga unki choti beti jo 20 baras ki hai, ko bhi 'breast cancer' diagnose huwa hai aur khud un ke angina ke liye doctors ne bypass 'suggest' kiya hai. Main ne reports dekhi aur apni 'medical judgement' ke mutabiq mashware de diye.
Anis mamu baat to wese hi kum kerte hain. Mujhe airport chorne aaye. Abhi flight main waqt tha. Hum lobby main kursi pe beth gaye. Woh kursi pe sir peeche ker ke aankhain band kiye kafi der bethe rahe, phir mere haat pe haat rukh ker bole:: "Bohut thak gaya hun. Dua kerna mera bypass theek tarah ho jaaye taake beti ka ilaj kerwa sakun." Phir kuch der baad bole: "saare zakham seh gaya magar beti ko bimar dekhne ki taab nahi. Agar allah betion ko itni piyari banata hai to woh dil kiun nahi deta jo betion ka dukh bhi seh sake ? " Mere paas koi jawab na tha !
Bus allah kisi insan ko beti ka dukh na de. Sala bara jaan lewa hota hai ye beti ka dukh !
Anis mamu ki zindagi bhi ajeeb rahi. Bara bhai hone ke naate pehle chote bhai bhanon ki kafalat ki. Aik bahen ki talaq hui to us ke baal bachhon ka bojh bhi un pe aan para. Karobar main dhoke baazi hui aur aik waqt sab kuch chopat ho gaya. Wahan se sambhle to amma ki kidney fail ho gayi. Unki dawa daru aur dialysis se poore na huwe the ke biwi ko breast cancer diagnose ho gaya. Phir un ke walid chal base. Un ko allah ne teen betian di. Teenon ko achhi taalim-o-tarbiat se aarasta kiya aur b'ahsan do ki achhe gharon main shadi ker di. Bus teesri reh gai thi. Aesa lugta hai Anis mamu ke liye "struggles" ka aik silsila hai jo khatam hi nahi hota. Shayed, Allah apne nek bandon ko jehd-e-musalsal ki aazmaish se isi duniya main nihar deta hai.
Main kaam ki ziyadti ke bawajud 'weekend' pe fly ker ke Anis mamu ke haan Toronto gaya. Wahan ja ke pata laga unki choti beti jo 20 baras ki hai, ko bhi 'breast cancer' diagnose huwa hai aur khud un ke angina ke liye doctors ne bypass 'suggest' kiya hai. Main ne reports dekhi aur apni 'medical judgement' ke mutabiq mashware de diye.
Anis mamu baat to wese hi kum kerte hain. Mujhe airport chorne aaye. Abhi flight main waqt tha. Hum lobby main kursi pe beth gaye. Woh kursi pe sir peeche ker ke aankhain band kiye kafi der bethe rahe, phir mere haat pe haat rukh ker bole:: "Bohut thak gaya hun. Dua kerna mera bypass theek tarah ho jaaye taake beti ka ilaj kerwa sakun." Phir kuch der baad bole: "saare zakham seh gaya magar beti ko bimar dekhne ki taab nahi. Agar allah betion ko itni piyari banata hai to woh dil kiun nahi deta jo betion ka dukh bhi seh sake ? " Mere paas koi jawab na tha !
Bus allah kisi insan ko beti ka dukh na de. Sala bara jaan lewa hota hai ye beti ka dukh !
Monday, March 03, 2008
MFPS - multiple facebook personality syndrome
I was pleasantly surprised to find this mature post at Farah's world !! (with her permission)
Generation I(nternet): Talk to the Wall
"Yes, internet is a great tool. Yes, its a great way to communicate and spread ideas, network, etc. But, somehow, I get the feeling we're cheating ourselves; of the value of talking to people face to face, touching, feeling, seeing. How many senses are really involved in cyberspace?.......
I cannot help but laugh at how ridiculous we've made our world and I'm convinced God thinks we're retarded. We've given stalking a whole other meaning by having multiple, stalker facebook personalities (MFPS - multiple facebook personality syndrome) in different area codes and networks.....
How safe is it to give someone a glimpse into your world? How well DO you know that person? What are you networking on?!?! Why does your child minimize their screen the minute you walk into the room?? For God's sake TALK to the person in the next cubicle instead of instant messaging!!! Why is it that men have so many communication tools at their disposal and still have problems telling you how they feel? !"
Read whole post here
Generation I(nternet): Talk to the Wall
"Yes, internet is a great tool. Yes, its a great way to communicate and spread ideas, network, etc. But, somehow, I get the feeling we're cheating ourselves; of the value of talking to people face to face, touching, feeling, seeing. How many senses are really involved in cyberspace?.......
I cannot help but laugh at how ridiculous we've made our world and I'm convinced God thinks we're retarded. We've given stalking a whole other meaning by having multiple, stalker facebook personalities (MFPS - multiple facebook personality syndrome) in different area codes and networks.....
How safe is it to give someone a glimpse into your world? How well DO you know that person? What are you networking on?!?! Why does your child minimize their screen the minute you walk into the room?? For God's sake TALK to the person in the next cubicle instead of instant messaging!!! Why is it that men have so many communication tools at their disposal and still have problems telling you how they feel? !"
Read whole post here
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Smile Again
Picked up from suffering with behaviours
"Nasreen Sharif was once beautiful. So lovely that when she turned 14 her cousin poured a whole bottle of sulphuric acid on her face as she slept. His only excuse was that he couldn't stand other boys whistling at her when she crossed the street. This young woman is now 23 and she no longer bears any resemblance to that youthful beauty. "My skin melted and my hair burned away. I am now blind, I have no ears and I have no sense of smell."
Please visit this site Smile again Foundation
(Foundation to help female survivors of acid and kerosene oil burns in Pakistan by providing them essential first-aid treatment, appropriate medical attention and reconstructive surgery, psychological/ psychiatric support, shelter and vocational training).
"Nasreen Sharif was once beautiful. So lovely that when she turned 14 her cousin poured a whole bottle of sulphuric acid on her face as she slept. His only excuse was that he couldn't stand other boys whistling at her when she crossed the street. This young woman is now 23 and she no longer bears any resemblance to that youthful beauty. "My skin melted and my hair burned away. I am now blind, I have no ears and I have no sense of smell."
Please visit this site Smile again Foundation
(Foundation to help female survivors of acid and kerosene oil burns in Pakistan by providing them essential first-aid treatment, appropriate medical attention and reconstructive surgery, psychological/ psychiatric support, shelter and vocational training).
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Bheriye
Peechli post kalank main aik aesi aurat ke qissa tha jo zulm se bachne ke liye muashre ki parwah kiye bagair 'bhag gai', magar hur aurat main itni himmat nahi hoti, ya kisi aur wajah se woh 'domestic violence' ka zulm sehti rehti hai. Ab un aurton ki bhi 'logic' sun lijye.
Amma ko masjid main 'niaz' dene ka shoq tha. Itna saara khana banane ke liye amma ke paas aik 'kaam wali bai' aati thi. Woh aaye din amma ke aage apne 'marad' ka dhukra roti rehti. Aik din amma ne kaha, 'jub itna maarta hai to chor kiun nahi deti, tumhari to beti bhi biah chuki hai".
Us ne jawab diya: "Begum, maarta to bohut hai magar phir sochti hun aik mard ka naam to saath hai. Tumhe malum nahi begum, jub aurat ke saath kisi mard ka naam na laga ho to kese kese bheriye (monsters / foxes) aas paas jama ho jaate hain".
Amma ko masjid main 'niaz' dene ka shoq tha. Itna saara khana banane ke liye amma ke paas aik 'kaam wali bai' aati thi. Woh aaye din amma ke aage apne 'marad' ka dhukra roti rehti. Aik din amma ne kaha, 'jub itna maarta hai to chor kiun nahi deti, tumhari to beti bhi biah chuki hai".
Us ne jawab diya: "Begum, maarta to bohut hai magar phir sochti hun aik mard ka naam to saath hai. Tumhe malum nahi begum, jub aurat ke saath kisi mard ka naam na laga ho to kese kese bheriye (monsters / foxes) aas paas jama ho jaate hain".
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