Death of Lehri

My first blog on Express Tribune
http://blogs.tribune.com.pk/story/13900/a-day-from-the-life-of-lehri/

Letter To Mohd. Ali Jinnnah

Happy Death Anniversary or perhaps should I say quite sad at your demise.

Whatsoever, I am writing to you again so that you can excuse me and my 'like-minded' patriots for not dedicating their day to you. Well we really planned to show our love for you by posting all your visionary quotes and sayings but Allah showered us with His blessing "RAIN" 

I and my friends who are staunch Muslims and are part of Islamic Republic of Pakistan find it obligatory to thank and praise the Mighty God...oh no....I meant Allah for His showers of blessings. No matter if I am updating my status of having pakoras and pani puri (aka gol guppay, though I don't like the to be called "gol guppay") in this rain or I may have shared quite a picturesque image of my city when it's raining. Mr. JinnahI am thanking my Allah for giving me the chance to have the pakoras, gol guppas and the long drive. Had Allah not opened his sky for the rainfall, I would not have been able to enjoy the treats.

Quaid-e-Azam, please forgive me for not sharing posts related to you but you should give me the credit that I gave you much more importance than my "Mahi Baap" which my conventional media failed to do. But as a true believer, it is my responsibility to talk about rain and its treats. 

Well, I and my patriotic friends promise to remember you again on December but no! We have got this soft side for the minorities. Oh! this is what we learned from you...it was you who years back supported the cause of the minorities and gifted us with an Islamic homeland where we, only "we" ( I don't know, if shias and quadianis come under the banner of "WE") are free to practice and preach our religion. By the way, I was telling you why won't I be able to dedicate 25th December to you. I will be celebrating Christmas with my Christian sisters and brothers. So, please Mr. Quaid, I hope you understand....but I tell this a year from today I and friends are going to dedicate our whole 24 hours.

To be precise, it is 11 months 2 or 3 days, I guess when I will be praising your sacrifices and will show all my love for you. I guess 24 hours of praise are enough for your years of struggle and loss of life. You should feel honored for all the sweet and emotional words that we as a nation utter in your eminence.

I hope you would have excused me and my patriotic friends for making a false promise. Inshallah or should it be Insha' ALLAH ( I don't want a mullah with his follower raising slogans of me being a disbeliver or worst an alley of you-know-who. Well! the nightmare could be they getting thirsty for my blood), I will write about you after 11 months and 2-3 days. So, I end my letter here with all my apologies.

Regards,

Your Nation

The Pakistan Day for Me

As I was on my way back home, I saw people celebrating the Pakistan Day...playing songs and putting up disco lights. It was a kind of a shock and surprise to me as this was the first time that I had experienced it. A rush of joy grasped me and I was quite enjoying the songs and the spirit of being GREEN! A thought struck me that we are the nation who celebrate independence twice a year without even realizing it. And I felt great about it.....this is our first independence.....the independence of thought when we were able to conceive the idea of separate homeland. 23rd March was the day when Pakistan was born for us....a day when we started to think apart from what was obvious.

This was a new and bizarre idea at the first. With strong determination and true dedication, this thought became the reality in the form of Pakistan on 14 August 1947. Days progress and we anticipated to reach new levels of development but the history changed its course. Rather, we had improved with time, we started shrinking ourselves into a box. We had chained our mind, thoughts and have divided ourselves into sects and creeds.

Every year we celebrate the independence of thought on 23rd March but we forget to broaden the horizon of our thinking. I may be sounding a little pessimist to say, but this is what I had felt throughout my 30 minutes drive. A part of me was happy to see all this celebration but on the other hand I grieved for our narrow thoughts.

A documentary made by me

It is my first attempt and i need your comments and feedback to further make improvements in my work. Looking forward for your feedback

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uX-72WnF2A8

Seeping through the seas

No one to hear my whispers

No one to call my name

Jumped in the pit of love

I have become a part of you

But yet so alone

Wandering through the corridors of memories

I fall deep into those moments of joys

Sharing the delights of life

I have become a part of you

 But yet so alone

Whipping the tears of my desolation

Walking past those circles of happiness

I still  see you in the mirror of my eyes

The call to peace is futile

I am restless and so am I alone