ELMA...!!

“Excuse me how much for one ticket?”

“Sir, 20 liras”

“I don’t have liras, can you take dollars instead?”

“Sorry sir but we only charge in Turkish currency”

The girl at the counter said that with a smile, she was cute and unsurprisingly pretty because of which I was not ready to move away from the counter until the old,black, ugly lady at my back said:

“MR. if are done with her then please step aside my kids are waiting for me and I want to get tickets for them plus I have lira’s”

I felt like putting my black Sputnik 9 number shoes straight in her mouth, but then thought I don’t have another pair.

“huh lucky you” I whispered and left the counter and the charming girl behind it. With a heavy heart I was slowly and unwillingly walking away, it was not that my heart fell for that girl sitting behind that counter, yes the one with mesmerizing smile, for when I looked back and hoped that she would be looking at my way for one last bye, she wasn’t , instead she was now exchanging the similar looks with another guy, he was tall, slim and more then that, had white skin.

“huh, what a flirt she is, totally professional”

On the other hand I was rather frustrated and somehow upset because the great Topkappi palace was right in front of me. I was at the counter, the entrance was few steps ahead but what a crap, I was out of Lira’s and now I would have to go all the way back, find an exchange shop and then come back again.

“Am not going to do that kind of labor”

My nature doesn’t allow me much to get help from people of my gender. Over some past years I configured that women are more polite and helpful towards men and men show the same towards women. However when it comes to the same gender bonding, the similar ions oppose each other. Under same theory of mine I stopped her. She looked very young; her height was just average, black short hairs over her white skin were making her fall into the category of beauty, blue tight jeans with white shirt and brown leather jacket was enough to attract any man towards her, so it was not my fault that ignoring every other soul around me I went to her and bumped right in front of her.

“Amm… Hi…. Am Abdullah”

“hi, ..am Elma” she brought her right hand forward

“ I guess she wants to shake hand’.

“No, don’t”, I told myself, but then the very next second I came to know that my hand was not under my command and was already building up bilateral relations. I looked at my hand which was now happily in touch with Elma’s hand waving signs which said:

“Stupid you won’t getting such chances everyday”

“So, you are here for …..” her incomplete sentence brought me back to Topkappi palace

“oooh yeah well can you just tell me where is the nearest exchange office, I need to get a ticket for the entrance into the palace but I don’t have lira’s and the girl at the counter says that she can’t accept dollars”

“well I don’t think so that there is any exchange near by, you need to get down to Sultan Ahmet Market, which is about six kilometers from this place ”

“ohh allright then I guess I should go back and come tomorrow, well thanks a lot ”

I was about to turn and walk away but her voice iced my feet right there.

“If you don’t mind, I can buy a ticket for you, we can go in together and then you can pay me back by buying me a cup of coffee after that from Sultan Ahmed”

How I could have rejected such an offer. It was like night meal of pizza hut, buy one and get one free.

“I will surely not mind that” I said that with the biggest smile I could ever give, though my mind was telling me that hide your teeth man, you forgot to brush them in the morning.

“So where are you from?”

We both were walking slowly towards the main entrance of the palace, she was on my left, and for some reason I felt that my chest got extra broadened, shoulders tight and straight and feet on ground being kept so as to depict a strange brisk walk. With out looking at her I answered.

“PAKISTAN”

“Wow PAKISTAN, the Green Land right? You guys are all over the media and cover pages, and I have read so much about your country. You know despite of in what crises you are, in between the power politics, you guys are doing a great deal , and as a Muslim if u ask me, am so proud of your country, you guys are may be our last hope, Islam here is loosing its grips, but we all are looking towards people of green land…………..”

She continued her speech for the entire time, though we discussed many other things but through out that evening, her words were echoing in my ears….

“YOU GUYS ARE MAY BE OUR LAST HOPE, WE ALL ARE LOOKING TOWARDS THE PEOPLE Of GREEN LAND” 

people of Pakistan..a mere herd of sheeps.. by SALMAN MANZUR

It was 6 in the evening, after a "HARD" working day mani was snoozing in his bed with the comforter on, suddenly the bed started vibrating..it actually didnt matter as he was jus feeling lyk a fly hovering over his ears..sound of ringtone pinching he rolled over with his eyes closed and started searching for the cell phone with his hands, partially opening his eyes he looked at his cell's screen its was written "Danger Call" well this is the name by which his home's ptcl no is saved in the contact list..finally he picked the call and it was mani's mother on the other side..ASSALAM U ALAIKUM mom he said..and started talking..mani noted a fear in his mother's voice he asked about it and she said just wanted to tell u that dont go outside to markets in Karachi, situation is getting very worst, so many people have been killed..he kept on listening and was getting a image lyk Karachi is no more a city rather it has become a blood bathed land...talks went on and he recieved a list of do's nd dont's as always, Mani kept on replying theek hai mom..ok mom..jii mummy...after hanging up the phone he again got inside his comforter..

After 10mins of rolling and turning mani was finally up...looking on his rite side for his room mate..it is then mani realized that khano has already left..mani smiled on his self and ordered a cup of tea..switching on the tv he had a round of all news channels..samma..click..duniya..click...express..click..geo..and then he realized why his mother was so worried..its the media, even mani thought for a second that karachi is really bleeding,although it is but the picture that our not so worthy and free media paints is actually very differnt..media makes the people believe that all that is happening in Pakistan is killings,kidnappings,harrasments,bombings etc...which society is free of these evils?? mani went into his thoughts and after a min he realized that there is actually no such society.Media is promoted by the people who are wacthing and apreciating it and in our part of world people believe what media says as it is with out using there own head, that is we are deviating from being a developing country to a country that is at the brink of destruction. Our people have no opinion of there own and they adopt whatever the media says, Pakistani media is fifth columnist which is motive dictated and has nothing to do with national interest this is why we dont see anything positive in it, either it is derived by political power or by money, both of these factors go against our national intersts. Pakistanis act like a herd of sheep following the stick, it goes left and they go with it with out using there own mind, how can they even use their own intellect because for doing it they need to have an opinion of there own which cant been seen in any forum and those who have it keep it within them, thinking they will use it after going 6ft inside the ground.As a nation our motto should be Pakistan first, but unfortunately for our politicians its always there party first and same goes for the media they have their motives and channel's interst first. Both these factors strongly contribute towards the nation building but their only concern is money building, no one here says Pakistan first. People talk in the same language, they are either behind there political party or media, then who is standing up for Pakistan? well there is no one. It is  time to wake up before its too late for our beloved Pakistan, stop acting like puppets of media or politicians saying yes on every word they say protecting only the interest of there parties and channels, we need to stand up as a nation and say no to personal interests...get under one flag and have only one motto "PAKISTAN FIRST". Mani was getting deep and emotional into his thoughts suddenly the door knocked and with the knock he was back to his room, it was tea on his door waiting for his permission to come in, ajaoo he said and his buddy came inside served him the tea as mani was taking his tea abby came into his room saying "oye tu abhi tak bed pay hi hai chal uth bahir baarish ho rahi hai ghomany chalty hain" . Mani jumped off his bed, washed his face, changed his dress and they went outside to the same city which was painted as a graveyard by our media, roads were jam packed, car over car, motorcycle over motorcycle and so on...mani said to abby " halat daikh yaar apnay media nay porri duniya main yeh image dia hua jaisay karachi main civil war chal rahi hai" both of them smiled and went on with there plans... 

• P.S : I have used the word people throughout my writing because Pakistan is a land waiting for a nation..presently there are only people living in it from differnt provinces..May ALLAH give us the strenght to stand as a nation (AMEEN)

MURGHA AUR MULLA !!

Kahani zara purani hai, koi 3 ya 4 saal nae, bilkay thori zyada purani. Jab mai chota tha, ye nae k ab mera shumar bari umer k logo mai hota hai, abi b ham chotay hi hain aur rang barang ki PARYU^n aur TITT^LIUn mai khelna abi b hamai bohat pasand hai, par oss waqt ..

ham zara zyada chotay the.

 Aur itnay masoom k TITT-liu say ulfat ka hamain pata nae tha, jab kahin koi dikhi mu mor lia. Ab sochtay hain

Haye zalim kuon kia, na oss waqt TITTliun ko yun masalltay na ab hamara bagh ujra hota. Han tw kahani hai Jhelum ki. Subah k 4 bje, nanna abby khullay aasmaan k nechay, apnay nano abu k ghar ki chatt par, aik palang par para soo raha tha. Raat najanay kab taray gintay gintay osay nend aa gai. Taray – jo oss k liye baray dil-chasp the. Karachi jesay shehar jahan  awal tw khula asmaan dekhna naseeb kam hi hota hai, aur agr hoo jae tw taray nahi dikhtay, oss k liye ye aik dil-chasp khel hi tha. Sehar ka waqt ho chuka tha aur dore ufaq par halki halki safaidi andhera mai apni jaga bana rahi thi.

Nanna abby khuwabo mai TITTliun ko kuchalnay mai masroof tha k achanak awaz ai …..

KUKKROO KAROOn ….

KUKKROO KAROOn …….

Wo harbra kar oth gaya, chatt say nechay sehan mai jhank kar dekha to baba ji k murghiun k kandhan k becho beach, aik murgha apnay seena tanay, gala phar phar kar chilla raha tha

KUKKROO KAROOn ….

KUKKROO KAROOn….

Koi 6 murghiun k beach mai aik murgha seena tanay baray fakhar say subah ki Azan day raha tha, aur  ass pas ki murghian ASHK bhari nighahoo^n say osay dekh rahi thien.

“kia khush qismat murgha hai, kam bakht ko aik sath 6 murghia mili hain, ab show mar raha hai”

Wo ye soch hi raha tha k babi ji andarooni kamray say bahir nikal ae.

“Abdullah betay oth gaye, a jao shabash fajar ka waqt hoo gaya hai. Chalo ao ham tmhain masjid lay kar chaltay hain”.

“Baba g laikin aapko kesay pata k fajar ka waqt hoo gaya hai, abi azaan tw nae howi.”

“Beta yahan say masjid thori dore hai aur wahan bijli ka masla hai, laikin murgha bilkul waqt par Azan deta hai aur ham isse say othtay hain”

Wo apnay nana abu k sath ghar say bahir masjid ki janib chal para. Wo hairan tha k kesay bhala aik murghay ki Azan par sab log jag gaye the. Bahir chehal pehal shru hoo chuki thi, jo log Masjid mai janay say qasir the wo apnay kamo ki taraf ja rahay the, zindagi wahan jag othi thi, AIK MURGHAY KI AZAN say.

KUKKROO KAROOn say ……

Aj 13 saal k bd mai aksar yaad karta hun k kuch tw waja hai, k hamaray yahan MULLA loudspeakers par rozanay fajr par Azan detay hain, par najanay kuon phir b Awaz nae ati, aur ati hai tw wo taseer nae hoti  bistar say nikal kar Masjid ki janib qadam bhar jain.

Akhir koi tw waja hai. Naam nehaad MULLA jin ki waja say hamain Deen-e-Islam mai mukammal tor par dakhil ho jana chahiye, ham inhain dekh kar otna hi dore bhagtay hain. Lambi lambi dharian, dil^o mai Quran ki ayaat hifz kiye, hath mai tasbeeh pakray jab ye masjid say bahir nikaltay hain tw kuon ham inn par rashk nae kartay. Jhoot , dhooka, faraib, nafrat ki barzargi, firqa wariat aur na janay kia kia phila kar inn logo nay hamaray dil^o say Sunnat pori karnay ki Arzo hi khattam kar di hai.

Jinhain hamaray liye mashl-e-rah hona chahiye wohi diye bhujha rahay hain tw phr kesay abby ko MULLa ki Azaan par jag ae.

Jabhi  osay ye mehsoos hota hai k

MULLA KI AZAAN AUR MURGHAY KI AUR ..........

LIGHT A LAMP FOR IT IS THE DARK HOUR.: PEACE, IS IT A REAL SOLUTION TO OUR MISERIES?

LIGHT A LAMP FOR IT IS THE DARK HOUR.: PEACE, IS IT A REAL SOLUTION TO OUR MISERIES?: Peace, is it a real solution ?? I never intended scrabbling the nib of my pen on my note pad, transforming ink into words which were to pro...

PEACE, IS IT A REAL SOLUTION TO OUR MISERIES?

Peace, is it a real solution ??

I never intended scrabbling the nib of my pen on my note pad, transforming ink into words which were to projectile into a writing which to some might meant nothing but a path which leads to such dark holes where one might not find any ray of hope and joy. But my fury rose to such level of cataclysm that I had no other option but to be a subservient of my thoughts. I came back home after a long time for a short period of time and found fire and smoke rolling in eyes of every common man around me. I was restless, for that my entire subordination of will, desires and life for my land is doing nothing fruitful. Worried and stressed, for every drop of innocent blood which drops on this land, I tuned in t.v and thought of having currency of the situation. Scrolling down through the channels I got my attention caught by the news caster of Geo news. The news being shown was of salman khan’s new movie Body guard. It was a kind of promo of his movie, such promos which have been a part of our media’s new strategy under the so called campaign of “Aman ki Asha”.

Apart from what harm this campaign is bringing about in our societal values and youth, as that is not the scope of this discussion neither I want to sound a pessimist, rather my concern is just about this so much uttered and discussed word from almost half of a decade, PEACE.

To find an answer I went to the very beginning of the advent of mankind into this world. Since the creation of man in heavens and refusal of Satan to bow and accept Hazrat Adam A.I as a superior, the good and evil got their birth and thus the war began……between forces of evil and good will. Since the very first day till to date their never had been a complete peace, man has always been fighting around the globe, drove by the same forces of good and evil and we all know that the stronger of these survived and the weaker, victimized. Human beings always had two wings, both opposing each other and thus the fight continue and it will continue till the expiry of this world. There only can be one condition in which there can be an eternal peace, the supremacy of one of the wing over the other in such a way that the victim could never raise or think of opposing the vanquisher. You have to decide your place in one of the wing…good or evil, so what are you going to do, either you will join the stronger of them be it any for your survival or you will join the good ones and strive to make it superior.

The world has entered into a new era where the fight after going throw many forms has transformed into many faces, Power politics, media warfare, economic monopoly, intelligence games and the cry for bringing about the peace. We see that the nation so called the world super power is out all large on the mission of bringing about the peace but has caused more killings and sufferings than ever, victimizing only the weaker nations. It is just like being in a fool’s paradise and dreaming about peace which can never be until you make yourself strong enough to defend. The call for peace is just like doses of chloroform, drugging deep into our veins, pampering us to take and nap till a time when the enemy will be on our heads, banging our doors and their we will we…..watching SALMAN’S KHAN, BODY GUARD.

Do you remember, there was once upon a time KASHMIR banay ga PAKISTAN. Where have those slogans gone…that cry and promises of unity gone? Died under the songs of BODY GUARD. It’s been a long time since ANGAAR WADI was last telecasted as now its time for watching BODY GUARD in a 3-D cinema with you girl friend. Every day your Muslim mothers, brothers and sisters are being slaughtered and hammered and where are you? Busy in updating your status. And yes am sure that you are so busy that after reading first 3- 4 lines of this writing you will close the browser down, as it’s not amusing or thrilling. But I can’t let this go for some one has to shout for all those who are suffering, some one has to resist. I decide to join the good wing, what is your decision?

LIGHT A LAMP FOR IT IS THE DARK HOUR.: A SON’S NOTE:

LIGHT A LAMP FOR IT IS THE DARK HOUR.: A SON’S NOTE:: Finally he was back in his room after a tiring briefing with the executives of his company, he was highly admired for his research and prese...

A SON’S NOTE:

Finally he was back in his room after a tiring briefing with the executives of his company, he was highly admired for his research and presentation on the task assigned. He entered his room with a smile on his face, which he had from last half an hour. He was happy and contented for that all the hard work he placed in got rewarded and finally he was to board for Kuwait, the very next morning. Placing his lenevo note book on his bed, he didn’t bother to change or even to take his shoes off and threw himself in air. The suspension was short and in a second he was laying on his bed. He thought of sharing the good news with his dad, ........
"he surely will be excited too".
 His hand went into his side pocket for the search of his cell phone, all his actions were being driven by some natural force, a force which a father always share with his son for the bond that had always existed in a father’s and son’s relationship. He opened the contact list and scrolled down through the numbers, but then for a second he stopped, smiled on his ownself and nodded his head

“why am I going through all the list, I know my dad’s number”

“034528…..”he articulated the digits in a low tone while dialing

“I guess I should first tell him that the project faced a big refusal and then, am going to get him with a big surprise by telling him the news other way round”

He told himself while the bell echoed in his ears, how hard it is to control the last moments when you are to tell such news of excitement to your loved ones. You smile continuously, with heart beating like a drum and pumping boiling blood all over your body, you feel like flying high and wish if you ever had wings.

“tooont………toooont ………..”the tone of call continuously echoing

The exhilaration was now flowing out from his body and filled the entire space with an air of glee and delight.

“toooont……..toooont”

His right foot was continuously moving back and forward with little strikes and jerks silently filling the arena with drum beat, a beat which has no sound, but feeling of rhythm and music.

“toooont………tooont”

The clock didn’t strike the next hour, and his feet were no more on the drums, heart drowning slowly into some darkened cave, the aroma of excitement and joy which filled the entire room became odorless. He loosened the grip on his phone which slipped out of his hand and lay on his bed.

“the number you have dialed is not responding at the moment, please dial later”

He closed his eyes and a drop of tear paved its way down to his cheek.

“I wish I could have told you this, I wish ....dad you had lived little more, ...little more to hear this.....i soo wanted you to see this ......
Dad I miss you”

His silence whispered these words in air, silence, as the voice could never reach his father.

  

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