MY LOVELY BRIDE.

Lalay guess what, Ahmed got married .!!

Sesly ? Na kar yar …..kameenay nay bataya nae mje ..! So how did the ceremony go?

I don’t know, the news struck upon me yesterday when I logged onto my facebook account. Firstly I thought that it’s Ahmed, with his usual style of one month-one girl….:P

“We exchange smiles of Kameengi” And Shahnawaz continued;

But then I saw numerous comments of ‘Congratulations’ and realized that he actually got married. Plus the invitation card was laying in my inbox !!

On this I too realized that I haven’t been on facebook from weeks and my life might come to an end if I continued my ignorance to the prestigious social website.

Shahnawaz and Ahmed were my childhood friends. We were too close….and our bond was getting so tight day by day that we had to take a break when people started giving us strange nodes……and we heard a poet shouting    “ Ab itna b na chaho k dam nikal jae “

We used to spend weekends together…..one fine weekend when I came back home, my mother was waiting for me right at my doorstep.

“Where the hell were you, koi sharam hai tm main, pori raat bahir guzar di”

And for a moment I felt like being an 18 year old, young, sizzling, hot babe….whose mother is always worried for her izzat ki tajori. But then I quickly came back to the reality. An average boy …with ordinary looks with no sense of fashion and a personality sprinkled with bad manners and ever rolling tongue….throwing pinching and at times colorful ….melodious words of typical Punjabi abusive language.

“Oh come on. Why do you have to worry about me, no one has to do any thing with me, and even by mistake if some one gets onto me, he would curse the time when he thought of it, and if it’s the other sex …she….then I would be more grateful to her :P ”

Though I never had the courage to utter the later cheaper part of my thoughts.

But right now, here on this piece of writing, let us just focus on Ahmed’s bride.

So on Shahnawaz’s alarm, I rushed onto my desktop, quickly logged onto my facebook account, saying so …‘quickly’, it still took an entire 20 minutes effort to do that. Yes my old Pentium 4, full of Trojan viruses which always had to be restarted atleast once for normal operation, and then the ever ‘fast and furious’ Qubee internet connection.

Connecting ………….connecting…………!!

And my mother called in …….’beta khana kha lo aa kar’

And we all know ….’Ma k hath ka khana,  umm yumm’

It took me around 15 minutes to hasten the entire meal inside, came back to my room and to my highest level of patience test.

Connecting ………….connecting……….!

But finally it connected. And there I was 87 likes, around 141 comments, many many congradulations and what not. And yes the couple …standing, smiling at each other, holding hands and probably vowing in their hearts for ever lasting relationship.

Awwww how cute.

And then I heard someone saying …..’what are you doing’

I ??

Well am just looking at my friend and his bride. I simply replied.

What ….sharam kar yar. Bhabi hai teri.

Yes I know that. But I haven’t placed this picture. Ahmed wants every one to see this, he wants us to see his bride. Or he could have simply placed in his own picture. Now come on just shut up and let me focus.

After putting a close eye on the couple, I commented

“MA SH ‘ALLAH both of you are meant for each other, A decent couple indeed. Congratulations bro”

And while doing soo, Shahnawaz’s words echoed in my ears;

‘Beta bandi fit hai wesay

’

Wait a minute, come on, don’t just start judging me. Remember it’s the bride we are focusing on right now. I know many of you are going to put forward logics, accusing me of indecency, advising others to be like a true friend and close your eyes when your friend puts on his brides’ pictures on social websites. But from inside you all know that this isn’t how it works.

No one closes his eyes. And why should they??

After all you guys are putting in so much efforts, by taking and uploading all those pictures on facebook, it does requires an effort. And yes you want people to see your Bride, isn’t it?. You want them to comment and like your bride, to admire her looks. So that the next day you can come out proudly with your choori chati, in between your friends with the feeling that you have a pretty wife. And how would they know unless you public her.

I want to say here lot more than this, so that the concerned, might get thori si sharam. But I think that for those who have the slightest element of wisdom will understand, others would simply judge me back. I truly believe that our religion tells us to be respectful to our women. Islam tells us to be kind to them and give them respect. And what do you think, putting their pictures on social websites where everyone can see, judge them and admire their beauty, is respectful?

Respect your bride (your women), don’t public them for your own publicity.

I AM A MUSLIM .....AND YOU ARE ?

I can’t stop it coming out here. 

Not that I didn’t try ignoring my thoughts, diverting my attention, every time turning off my laptop before I could go on writing this piece.

It might appear useless to you, complicated to some and confused thoughts to others.

It might offend you to.

You might think of me as an extremist….. jahil……ignorant….or pass comments like

“Why is he being soo much judgmental….Samajta kia hai ye apnay aap ko”

Well so you can just stop reading it right now. Because the entire writing is pushed by thought of SHIA-SUNNI and and Islamic month of Muharram.

Now you might be the one going under black out during first 10 days or of the other colored group throwing pinching messages on the first one.

Whom I belong too?

“None of the above, Am just a Muslim”

“huh, aya bari Moulvi, Astagfar…kia ool fol likha hai, Namaz kabbi parhi nae tw yahi haal ho ga na”. Don’t ask me who said this to me.

Yes I am not very good practicing Muslim and in addition to that I have an irritating habit of questioning………questioning too much.

“Name: Muhammad Abdullah

Father’s Name: Muhammad Afzal

Religion: Islam

Sect:    ?

I was too young at that time to understand this. So I asked my father.

“Abu ye kia hai”?

“beta yahan ****** likh do” My father nominated a Sect for me.

“par abu g ham tw Musal-maan hain na”

I proudly said that. Though at that age I didn’t know anything about the world power politics, but somehow even at that age my inside always felt soo proud of being a Muslim.

 So proud of belonging to a Muslim family.

So proud of being a member of one Muslim Umma………..one.

And then over the years I learned that the word ONE has multiplied. And that we all are stamped in our Bio data forms in one of these. And then our entire lives we are made to believe and groomed to defend our bio data forms. There is so much coming out, so much already has been discussed and debated.

And All of it useless and waste of time.

So why can’t we let it be the past. Why should we follow traditions and customs which have been formulated to divide us.

Can’t we just follow one straight line, gather under one flag, one platform, one forum, be one ……ONE UMMA. Make ourselves proud of being ONE. Powerful enough to protect every part of our body……body of entire Muslim Ummah.

Yes this is how I take this. This division……

You do remember that childhood stories of unity ……

“Try to break 7 sticks altogether…

You can’t do that ?

Ok break them one by one …..

See, if you get divided you become vulnerable to breakage”

It seems that whoever planted the seed of this division, is now enjoying the fruit of it. And it does not matter really that what has been infused in our religion, to be practiced to cause our division. What matters is that we have been made to believe in it. And believes are not easy to just give away like that, believes are foundation of your entire life…..how can you just give them away on some ones advice.

Come on go die for it.

Yes this is what we do………we can die in a bomb blast during religious celebrations and traditions and rallies and what not.

But we hardly get up for five time Namaz to make our Masajid populated.

We will spend thousands on flags, banners, lights, strange looking minarets, and what not 

But we will hardly hold hand of a poor to come along.

Shia …sunni par aa kar phattay ga

Sunni ..shia par aa kar phattay ga

Par dono mil kar israel mai nahein phattay gain …..india mai nae phattain gay …..billions of non muslims hain unko kuch nae kahain gay…rather wahan ja kar gooray ka bathroom saaf kar b khush rahain gay …..

Par yahan ………..

Isn’t it very simple that the entire strength of Muslim Ummah lays under one flag, unity. Five times a day we are to remind ourselves the same thing that we are ONE. And our enemies don’t want us to stand together. They want us to fight internally so that we can never stand up against them. So that when we are spending millions on security to defend one group of brothers from the other, they could laugh at us. And that we are ensuring their evil plans to ripe.

So for a while ….just for a while…..why can’t we just quit practicing whatever divides us. Whatever is different between us. Stop putting in Sect: ----------- column in every bio data form. Stop putting special names and identities……stop doing all this crap.

I strongly and firmly believe that there is still a lot on which we all believe as one. A lot to practice, and if we only do that and only practice on which we stand as one (like NAMAZ, ROZA, ZAKAT, DON’T LIE, BE KIND, SHOW RESPECT, HAVE PATIENCE, LEARN TO PAY REGARDS, RESPECT NEIGHBOURHOOD, BE HONEST, DON’T CHEAT, DON’T LIE, HELP NEEDY AND POOR & SO ON & ON),..............

We will still BE a very good Muslim and doors of Heavens will not close on us. 

 

  

THE IGNORED !

She was cute.

And Her eyes had strange innocent glow, which caught my attention

Though I was not the only one standing outside that super store on Sunday night

There was lot of hustle, the place was jam packed.

Mostly due to Drivers waiting inside their cars for their SAAB log who feared a ten step walk to the parking. So the driver’s greatest job was to rush in his car to the main entrance of that super market before his SAAB’s or BEGUM SAHIBA’s feet would step on the main pedestrian stand, right outside the store. SAAB log probably feared the dust ??

Well not exactly, there were many other things to fear for.

 The greatest of them was the anger in the eyes of AAM log. The disgust they always had for them, for the thought that it is their hard  work on which many have become SAAB

AAM log….always complain about injustice……if it’s not in their luck so what can we do. Begum Nasreen explained to her daughter while putting in K & N’s nuggets in her trolley.

Her daughter totally ignorant to what her mother was saying was busy in texting through her new Android phone, one of his close friends.

And there were few AAM say log.

Fahad and her mother were one of them.

They had this strange habbit of looking at the price of everything first, calculating something, discussing and then either putting it back at its place or at times in their  trolley.

Fahad did steal eyes, and at times fixed them right on Begum Nasreen’s daughter, Tania.

Tania was aware of it. And yes she was enjoying it, as she was being admired. So at times she too gave looks back, with......little pressed smiles.

But out of all of them, no one had that eye catching tale, neither SAAB log nor AAM log and neither Tania and Fahad’s “Ankh macholi”.

Except her.

And then she walked over to me.

Tiring and desperate walk, it seemed......

“Saab tissue ka packet lay lo”

I looked at her for a while; she wasn’t more than ten years of age!

Too young to be on a street alone.

And I thought of Tania.

How Tania would have been, once she was of her age!

And then yes being of this society, where street begging is just another essential element, my mind was occupied by usual thoughts of a common man.............i was from AAM log, after all.

“she is working for a THAAKUR, and all the money goes to that THAAKUR

They are professionals…

They don’t deserve our gentle eye

I should be ignorant like BEGUM NASREEN said

Its not our fault”

I turned around, started walking away, but after taking few steps. I stopped.

Her innocence was like a barrier, so hard to ignore her. I thought of giving her something, but

“It would not suffice her need”

So I started walking again.

Today when I sit here thinking of her with a heavy heart.

“Its not her fault too. She was born in that place and I could have been in her place too. If we are born under shelter with enough at home to feed our hunger and needs, what does it means, that we have right to judge those on streets, or is it our responsibility to make them stand on their feet, provide them with equal opportunities and let them sit with us, shoulder to shoulder.

For we could have been in their place”

OOO PEOPLE ACT MUSLIM...ITS RAMAZAN

16^th Ramadan’s evening it was. 

We both went for the shopping of Eid. Roaming on Tariq road’s roads in fast.  Going in and coming out of various shops, staying inside for long not because we were confused that what to buy but only because shops were air conditioned.
Legs breaking. Minds frustrated. Backs aching. Empty stomachs. Dried throats. Annoyed of the fact that nothing is catching our heart and eyes together so that we’d get it straight away. Checking every outlet every dress which they contained but not getting anything of our taste.

He saying to me:  lets get yours first.

I, insisting: NO lets get yours first.

Finally, after the struggle of many hours. Where were we?  Dangled in between two choices. Which one to get?
He: yaar look its color is more good. Fit hai na?

Me: but its design is meagre. And look at this one its design is handsome. But yes its color is just nice.
He: (with sad face) so? Which one we should get? 

Me: which ever you say.

He: I asked you to come along so that you will decide. 

Me: alright lets get this one.

Buying kurta for him was really a tough job which consumed tons of the patience (the thing which we both lack: one of our similarity)
we left market and headed towards the venue which we decided for iftaar. We were stopped on the traffic signal. Roads were packed. Cars bumper to bumper. Every driver pouring out his anger and hunger on horn. Mercurial Bikers testing car driver’s patience. It seemed like every one was running out of time. One car which was ahead of us took a wrong turn without giving indicator.

He immediately made a break for it and said in anger: ‘rozy mai kya kahun mai ab isko’
Me: ‘kiun roza na hota tw kya kehty?’
He: ‘alkabaat sy nawazta or kya.’
Me: ‘very nice’

I, seated on the passenger seat looking all this hostility and thinking are they all in a bad tamper because they are with fast and in hurry to be on time for iftaar? And what is the real message of Ramadan?
I think – Patience and control. Patience in every aspect of life and control on our own self. Be it our anger, our tongue, our hands, our hunger, our thirst, our evil deeds, our rage, our rash acts, or anything which may deface our nama-e-amaal.

But. We are one month Muslims. We offer 5 times a day. Why? Because it’s Ramadan.

We try to recite as much Quran-e-pak as much we can. Why? Because it’s Ramadan.

We try to seek Allah’s forgiveness and happiness. Why? Because it’s Ramadan.

We avoid seeing, doing or saying ablazic bad things. Why? Because it’s Ramadan.

But what we have to do is, not to be part-time Muslim - Friday Jummu'ah Muslim or just Ramadan Muslims - but a proper Muslim, which consists of 5 daily prayers (not just pray Dhuhr Asr Maghrib and Isha on time, yes it also means battling your duvet to getup for Fajr), observe hijaab- recite regularly- pay zakat- feed the poor, look out for your neighbors and kin- go Hajj/Ummrah if you can afford - Fast – seek for forgiveness and guidance - control your conscious- be kind be humble- avoid evilness. Do good as much as you can.
Because it’s not a pick and choose thing.

- Remember ALLAH PICKS and CHOOSES, we HEAR and OBEY -
no shortcuts.

PRICE

PRICE

We were so close, 

so close that I could hear her breathing, sense the warm air leaving her sharply featured nose.

 I could hear her heart, pounding…or was it mine….dhag dhag …dhag dhag…..

the beat fastening and loudening every second that passed. I eyed her face, every feature so closely, for before I never had. I could see her eye balls and sensed that she was doing the same for she never came that close too. 

Both of us knew something is about to happen, something we both wanted for so long. We both were thirsty and there was no water around. And then as if we knew what the thirst was and how could it be vindicated.

 The place was drowned in total darkness, pitch black surrounding, but I could still see her, sense her ……was she able to see me ? Yes I guess so , a slight ray of light enlightened her very being from somewhere. Everything was working so perfectly, on its own, as something wanted us this way, all these years it held us together and now here it was. 

Both of us right there in front of each other with hardly an inch of gap between us. And who wanted that, distances had already played their part a lot. I looked into her deep eyes, and had a glance of her. Both of us now so close…..hearts beating ……dhag dhag…dhag dhag ….pace and intensity increasing more and more …..our eyes matched for a second, as if they were asking, saying and getting things answered at the same time. As if it were gestures that ...…yes it is the time ……….our hands motioned ….and the moment they did, I knew somewhere deep inside that something terrible is coming. 

Something we both did not want….!!!

“Sir its 0400, your watch time….!!”

And there it was …………

“kia………wt ……… acha, han thek hai …..am up .., coming right away”

And unwillingly, annoyed, half heartedly he forced himself out of his bunk where he just slept after long working hours of a hectic and tiring day, as they were out at sea. Got in to blues, splashed cold water on his face, filled coffee in his mug and there he was again …determined to do his duty.

It’s always the Reality that has to be valued …..and dreams …..dreams what you wish to value, wishes mostly driven by lust and thirst.

Jerk your heads and believe in reality, dream only for what can be valued in reality rest is to be splashed by the cold water. It is the price which you have to pay for your glory.JJ  

Chal oth kaam kar zyada khuwab naa dekh …! 

THE LOVE, THE STORY.

THE LOVE THE, THE STORY THE.

I, the paindo the …??

No no no …..I, the very good guy.

And this is my the love, the story the.

This is in full English the.

The English, very good the J

I study from a English medium school the.

Yessssssss, the girls and the boys, same same theJ

You, laughing haaan???

Ok the serious now.

My grandmother said, “my son, one day the very big man.”

But I, no big man L

Know why ??

I tell you the.

When I go to college, the girls very beautiful.

And the love the.

Sumaira, the very cute girl.

Always in the front row, the very very pretty sumaira.

And therefore I love the sumaira.

And yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees, guess what ??

The sumaira also love the meJ

So I in the college ……

The yupieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeJ

But my parents don’t like the sumaira.

Very very sad naa ..??

The mother said

“the girls and the love, the very very bad thing, if you want to be the big man which you the grandmother dreamt, then the study time, the love…..no time….the sumaira….bye bye”

But I, the very good man.

No bye bye to the sumaira.

So I the weep and weep and weep.

The mother, very kind. So she say THE YES…J

And again ….

I ….THE YUPIEEEEEEEEE.

And yes, now the sumaira and me

The husband and the wife.

LLL

You say why I the sad ..???

I tell you ….the mother was the right ……………

Now every day …………

I

The weep, the weep, the weep……..

And what the sumaira …..???

She…………..

The rule, the laugh, the rule, the laugh…..!!

The moral:

The love, the injurious to health…..keep the love …the far, the far, the far…!!

The happies ………the endings…….!!

A CADET's FIRST LETTER TO HIS ......HOME

Abu ji , ami aji , beenish , maryum ,umer  aur mehwish, ASSALAM-O-ALAIKUM

kia haal hain ?

Umeed hai aap sab log khariat say hain kuon k mai Allah k fazal say bilkul b khariat say nae hun.

Kia ? mje pata hai abu keh rahay hun gay

“iss sheetan ko wahan ja kar b chain nae aa raha, maa ko tang kar raha hai ulti sedhi batain kar k”

Par nae abu ji , sach mai …umer aya tha salman k sath mj say milnay. Pehlay pehal tw dono nay pehchanany say hi inkar kar diya. Kehnay lagay

“bhai ham nay tw 2 ta^ngu wala janwar bheja tha ye 4 ta^ngu wala kisi aur ka hai.”

Asal mai pehlay hi din senior nay order kar dia k jab tak kaha na jae 2 ta^ngu par insan k bachu ki tarha nae chalna. Pehlay pehlay mje laga k mazak kar raha hai par oss ki ankho^n mai khoon dekh kar mje andaza ho gaya k sab meri tarha mazakia nae hotay. Bas phir kia tha, jeetay ji 4 ta^ngu walay janwar ban gaye. 2 tangain tw pehlay hi thien …baki dono arms ko b tangain bana dia. Aur mai abi tak yahi soch raha hun k akhir aesa kuon?

Khair agay ka haal sunain. Senior k kehnay par jab mai sedha khara howa tw tab b salman aur umer na pehchan pae, kehnay lagay

“bhai ham nay tw acha khasa hatta katta, gora chitta, khobro kisam ka jawan bheja tha ….ye chocha kahan say lay ae hoo wo b tawway k rang jesa”

Haye ham hi jantay hain nazak dil nay tw osi waqt totnay ki koshish ki par phir pata chala k kanch ka dil tw sirf kahanio aur dramo mai hota hai asal mai tw dil kuch aur hi hota hai.  Kher qissa mukhtasir,mai nay tang aa kar aur bahir ragra khanay k dar say, bachpan say lay kar aaj tak... jab jab umer ki kutt lagai thi sab yaad karaya aur salman ko wo din jab ham sab nay mill kar ……..kher akhir kar dono nay mje pehchan lia.

Umer aur salman dono bht hairan the k college mai tw mai jesa b tha…ander say kitna masoom nikla hun.  Meri miskin si shakal par dono ko tars bilkul b nae aya bilkul kambakht^on ki pori ki pori batteesi bahir thi.

Kher guzarish ye hai k aglay haftay dono ko phir say bhej dejiye ga kam az kam is tarha chand ghantay sakoon say bethnay ko mil jatay hain wo b chatt k nechay. Aur mje apna aap insaan lagna shru ho jata hai. Warna mai tw bhol hi gaya tha k mai b aik insaan hun aur apna aap kutta kutta lagna shru ho gaya tha. Jitna ghussa agr koi ap ko kutta bolay tw ata hai utna hi jab kuttay say insaan banain tw khushi mehsos hoti hai.

Han aik khush khabri hai. Wo ye k mera naam academy football team k liye chala gaya hai. Aur jald hi practice session shru ho jain gay. Bas meray liye dua karain k mai yahan b khob naam roshan karu. Mera commander b bht khush tha pori squadron k samnay os nay kaha

“Gentlemen try to be like him. He is my horse ”

Pehlay tw mera mu khulay ka khula reh gaya. Kia …ghora ….mje jeetay ji ghora bana dia ab. Kher par ye b bohat khushi ki baat hai. Yahan 2 hi tarha k cadets ki categories hoti hain ….ya tw wo gadhay hotay hain ya ghoray. Aur ghora tw aik azeem janwar hai. Tw mai khush hun k mai ab say aik azeem janwar hun. Aesay lag raha hai k achoot class say Brahman class mai a gaya hun.

Daikhain ab …zindagi ka ye mera pehla khatt hai jo k mai examination hall k bahir baith kar likh raha hun. Aur wo aap logo ko. Kitni tamanna thi meray dil mai k KISI ko khatt likhu, lekin har bar sharafat aray aa gai. Aur ab likh raha hun tw……..

Mai tw wesay ab b khatt na likhta, k ab khatt ka zamana hi kahan hai. Lekin kia karu abi study time chal raha hai aur mje sakht nend a rai hai. Masroof rakhnay ka sab say behtar tareeka ye nazar aya kuon k agr mai sotay howay pakra gaya tw phir say gadhu mai shumar kar dia jao ga.

Han yaad aya…jatay jatay kuch chezain likh raha hun wo bhijwa dijye ga

(things for some reason have not been included in this post.)

Aap sab apna khayal rakhye ga. Waqt kam hai iss liye bas yahin tak.

                                                                Apka chaheeta

                                                                                ALLAH HAFIZ

P.S: Few names and some personnel dialogues have been either removed or changed in order to curtain the personnel life of the writer.