Justice!!!

The police officer knows that he will never forget the words, and the way the child said them.The officer Ali, of some police station of a small town, was just completing his shift when the boy, 11 years old, barefoot, wearing no coat, came out of the cold night and into the police station.The boy was terrified and sobbing, his voice shaking.He saw the police officer and, through his sobs, said:”Boy, am I glad to see you.”The boy recognised Officer Ali because he came to their school often giving lectures on “how police can help citizens?”.

One of the lessons Ali always teaches the children at the school is that if they’re ever in trouble, scared, or hurt, or don’t know where to turn–then a police officer is the person to go to. Now here, in the darkness of night, was this child wearing no shoes or socks, no coat, crying. The temperature outside was almost freezing. Ali asked the child what was wrong. The boy said that he and his 9-year-old brother had been thrown out of the house by their father and mother. They were alone in the night. Moreover, he said something else; He said he was afraid for his sister.”He said that he was scared because his sister was in a cage,” Officer Ali recalled. “He said that his parents had put her in the cage for the night.”Ali ,at that moment, had no idea what the boy was referring to. He would find out soon enough.The boy had told his little brother to wait near their house for him, and had walked alone to the police station, hoping for help. He was about to get it.

 

Breaking the silence …

Well its the zillionth time I guess I am going to say that ‘I am back’ and frankly this time I really have strong motivation not to go away! I have lot to write, in fact just express myself…I have so many unfinished posts…just when I am about to launch myself back one of my very good and respected friend Burhan has asked me to write something for OSAF – Gazette…Really I have forgotten how to write formal articles…I just want to write whatever comes in my mind without thinking what others will think so I am not sure whether I would really be able to manage a somewhat-formal-sort-of article but definitely will try InshAllah!

Its 2:30 am and right now I am in my office…I really need to find the ‘right’ balance…life cant just go on and on like this..

 

I AM A FATHER :)

Alhamdulillah yesterday i.e. 22nd July at 9:35am Allah gave me a priceless gift…a daughter…Ayesha…its really amazing and I will try to share my feelings in few days…

 

Stream…

I have been planning to write…have so much in mind that dont know where to start…anyways maybe I will get time this weekend so till then here is one of my old articles of Zamana-e-Jahaliat… I really loved it at that time as I am an emotional person…but frankly now it really seems melo-dramatic as one of my friend calls it (those who are here for the first time can read my other articles which I posted in the start)

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It was a dark, cloudy Sunday evening and Ali as always was strolling down the stream without bothering about the weather. It was his routine he would come here every Sunday and before going every time decided not to come here again but, he came here always. This time he too didn’t wanted to come but some outward force forced him to come here. Stream today was calm and peaceful but the clouds on the sky threatened to change it. Some other time there were some old woman or man walking here but today weather forced everyone to stay in their houses. For Ali weather was no hindrance in walking down the stream. Even today her mother asked him to stay at house but he wasn’t listening to her. He was more busy thinking about the atmosphere there with trees on its both sides, their leaves fallen on the ground indicating the start of autumn. This evening was a little different from others it reminded him of a same evening few years ago but on that eve something was different. He wasn’t alone that eve but a sweet, innocent girl was also with her. Her name was naila. She was in her youth passing life happily without any problem in the world. They used to come here every Sunday and passed their time together till it was dark. They loved each other and their whole world lied in between them..discussing about everything in the world and in the end laughing it off. They wrote their names on one tree every time they came here. Once she also made a small mud house on the bank of the stream and he still remembered how sad she was when they came next time and that house wasn’t there. She often used to ask Ali if everything will remain like this always and he nodded his head in approval, which brought a big smile on her face. She always kept on talking and Ali used to see her face and listen to her quietly over which she got shied several times and turned her face. Ali recalled when she once asked him that, “Ali why these leaves falls from trees”? and he replied, “everything has its time and after that it has to die”. She then scarily asked him if they will die too. He still remembers her sad face when she said this. He then diverted her attention to dark cloudy skies. It was a beautiful scene but they had to rush back to their house because of the fear of being caught in rain. Just as they reached their home it rained heavily and he still remembers how much they laughed being saved so closely. As his foot collided with a stone he was brought back to reality. His thoughts whisked away and he realized that tears were rolling down his cheeks. It happened every time. Just after few weeks of that incident naila had a blood cancer but even she passed her time lying on bed laughing. One night when she was in great pain she held Ali’s hand and took a promise that he will go that stream every Sunday after she dies. He cried a lot that night but then she reminded him what he said to her, “everything has its time and after that it has to die”. She said, “Ali my time might be over but you’ll have to promise me that you’ll live your life happily and he had to promise her. He always wondered about her courage. She died 3 days latter, with a smile on her face.

Since then Ali has been coming to this stream every Sunday for last so many years. He stays here for sometime and then returns back to his home where her mother as always was waiting for him for the dinner. This time he started walking back to his home wiping his tears off as always thinking not to come here again. But he’ll come …………………

 

I got a call ;)

Well its not that I got a call for the first time but today it was a nice surprise…I, as I have been doing since last 2 weeks was sleeping and suddenly woke up coz the phone was ringing…though after reading the name I thought I am still in a dream…Maulana Tariq Jamil…:P Anyways was inquiring about my health and stuff (since hes also doing the same yoga therapy that I do!)…kafi doaeen bhi mil gaeen behtey behtey…then talked to him about the idrees’s mission impossible …finally hes leaving for UK after 2 days so anyone in UK…be there!

 

maon ki doa puri hoi…aaj meray yaar ki shadi hai…

Well ladies and gentleman the wait is over…at last the patience bear fruits…prayers have come true…all the critics have been made silent…as I used to say ‘jab tak ho nahin jati…koi kuch nahin keh sakta’…from the corridors of FAST to the streets of model town, from the industrial capital of Pakistan KARACHI to the town of Allama Iqbal (town) my friend tried everything and believe you me HE DID TRY EVERYTHING (sincere apologies to all those localities which I have missed)! unfortunately everytime the end result was same…FAILURE (reason chahe YE thi yaan WO yaan WOOOOOOO….tha NO he!!)

At last he has SUCCEEDED! Hafiz Muhammad Idrees Butt sb aka Disco Moulvi sb ke sabr ka phal kuch zaida he meetha nikal aya hai…By the grace of Allah (and his in laws who live in Saudia ) he has MANAGED to become NIKAHfied in the Holy City of Masjid-e-Nabwi on 6th june after Juma (local PST old = 3:30pm and local PST new = 4:30pm) in Medina University! SHOCKED?

On behalf of all his critics who left no leaf unturned ‘uski bizti ke liee’…I congratulate him from the depths of my heart for such a blessful Nikah…I pray and wish the couple happiness of this world & hereafter…I also pray that he remain happy with JUST ONE (ye dil mangay more wali story na ho :S)…I on behalf of all the critics EXPECT a big treat when he returns to home sweet home…

NOW THE INSIDE NEWS

Just imagine and those who are married can easily imagine…After all the struggle that you started since you were a child, at last you get NIKAHfied in the Holy City of Medina, your parents in law are with you…then you go to your in laws home in Jeddah after the Nikah, again your parents in law are with you…your friends call you to congratulate and inquire about your feelings BUT you cannot say anything except G, HAAN, ACHA, OK, THEEK HA coz…your parents in law are with you…………………and during all this your wife is sitting few thousand kms away from you in Dubai! *laughters*… Poor Idrees

Do pray for the couple

P.S Hes coming bak on 10th June at around 10am…those who still cant believe can go and see the Nikah nama (if he could manage one ) 

 

MEN!!

Well here I’m back(where the hell did went at first place?). u must be thinking Now what? Well that’s a good question. Actually when I wrote an article about ‘women’ I never thought that I would draw such a huge criticism on what I wrote. Almost everyone said that it was simply rubbish, I was way too one-sided and biased, because one of the good qualities of a good writer is that he should be neutral writing about both sides of the picture. Can u imagine even some ‘women’ association staged a protest in front of my house and demanded that I should immediately show the other side of the picture as well because I have hurt a lot of people’s feelings. Even in my own house my sister was about to break my head. OK I accept my fault I shouldn’t have been that biased and by having a big heart(well not the real one) I should have written the other side as well. I stand guilty and as now to make up for what I did I have decided to write about the other side of the picture(hey I’m not talking about description of some picture, it has just one side). Although before taking this decision when my friends came to know about it they told me in a straightway, “Salman, u r not going to do this!!!”. But my conscience was forcing me to go ahead so at last I decided to take off this burden of guilt from my conscience and I have tried to show whole of the other side but still if I’m not able to fully justify what I m writing I ask forgiveness from all of u. OK so lets start………..

 

Return of the ‘writer’!

One of my friends recently started his own blog; which as always was a stunt by him to gain cheap popularity…whether or not he got successful in his ulterior motives… at least it motivated me to make my own blog (just to clear any confusions like muneeb it has nothing do with any cheap popularity…those who know me, know that i dont need it ). If u search wikipedia for ‘blogs’ it says that its more like an online diary…hmm to be very frank i am not sure what will come here during the coming days, though i m sure that u wont be able to have ‘a complete insight’ of the ingenius in me but for sure u will be lucky enuff to have a glimpse of it .

Writing had always been a passion for me (the pride of being the only boy out of around 150 in the batch to have an “A” in English Composition is something that will stay with me all my life ) which got more passionate when i joined GC Lahore gazette…and it reached to its height when all my friends who read my ‘classic writings’ used to ask…’WHY dont you send these to newspapers/magazines???’ i never took it seriously but it helped alot in inflating my views about my ‘inner intellect’ .

Though i really dint bother to send my writings to any magazine (except FAST-NU Interface & GC Gazette) i still kept on writing (hardly sending it to few of my very close and ‘honest’ friends who used to reply me by informing that how quickly i m growing in my ‘writing talent’ :$) till my life changed…!!! yea I HAVENT BEEN the orthodox, extremist, rigid, fundamentalist, right wing, narrow minded, illiterate ‘moulvi’ since FOREVER it just started in the winters of 2001. Things changed a lot but unfortunately my passion for writing, also got burried in the rubble of my ‘zamana-e-jahaliat’ (age of ignorance)! I always had a pinching thought to re-discover it but frankly speaking never really got the time (moreover after getting ‘locked’ in the ‘wed’ it just had become impossible) but now I have realized that since I have nothing much to do in office why dont utilize this time for the ‘betterment of the whole society’ and fulfill their long awaiting wish …here i ‘return’…

 P.S you have the right to appreciate or remain silent…anything you say can and will be personally taken against you!