!الف احد


پھر ؛ پھر کیا ہوا ؟
پھر وہ چلا گیا.
روکا نہیں ؟
جانے والے کب رکا کرتے ہیں ، وہ تو بس چلے جاتے ہیں . وہ بھی چلا گیا .
کوشش تو کی ہوتی ؛
پانیوں پر ریت کے محل نہیں سجتے . آسمان مٹی کو نہیں چھوا کرتا ، دھرتی امبر کی میراث نہیں . پھر کیسے رکتا وہ ؟ اسے تو جانا ہی تھا سو چلا گیا .
اب کیا کرو گی؟ انتظار ؟
خالی ہاتھوں کی پوریں نہیں گنی جاتیں ، ان پر ورد کیا جاتا ہے ……
الف احد !

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We Pakistanis are DEAD!


Old man with his bucket full of plastic sleepers sitting on the road side and selling to earn his bread and butter while he could hardly speak. His hands were shivering which were confronting his starvation and wrinkles on his face were claiming his day and night experiences of life.
In sadder market while shopping I came across this feeble and lay man. Suddenly, a police constable came up; hit his bucket and threw all the sleepers on the road which were smashed by the cars. He didn’t end up there; cruelly dragged him on the heated tarcol road and pulled him towards nowhere. Tore off his shirt and he was crying; that old, feeble and frail man who couldn’t pulled out his collar from police man’s hand and ran away. The only thing he could do was “CRY” but nobody stood up to relieved him from police man’s hand and stopped his brutal behavior. All were just listening and watching the whole scene as a “SCENE” and moved back to their tackles. I was included among all alive “DEAD”. Nobody raised the voice, no body put hand on police man to put down his ruthlessness.

What was the old man’s mistake that he was trying to earn some HALAL money for his bread and butter?

We are dead and now I ensure my words with strong hold that we PAKISTANIS are dead.

Legends!


Waheed Murad: He was a legend; correct me if I am wrong. Surely no one would have doubt my statement if he would have sense of accepting people’s contributions. So far, he is no more though I am late by years to state it but years made me wrote few lines which of cource would be of least importance but I am claiming my bit.

Khalida Ryasat: Ah! the time is so cruel to take her away as early as wind blows away the dust. She was marvelous at her pace which couldn’t be challenged anyway. The lady took the hearts of hundreds and left many mourning over her unexpected death. Rest in peace!

Jamshed Ansari: People live in hearts. So do Jamshed Ansari who left us looking for his unforgettable memories. It was the time for him or fate turned him blue but he is still alive; who can deny!

Saleem Nasir: “Unkahi” Mamoo Jan. His comedy role was enchanting and charismatic far more than today’s serious publications of actors. Though we have some dedicated actors but honestly most of the industry is filled with “Do & Collect Cheque”.

Moeen Akhtar: I never thought of crying over the death of any stranger but Moeen Akhtar was the one who made me changed my statement. Yes! his departure left me “US” with eyes full of tears. There wasn’t single that hadn’t been crying and mournful. It was shocking news; it wasn’t wrong at all if I say so. I still remember his words which he spoke in one of his shows “Fato-izzo-man-tasha-o, fato-zillo-man-tasha-o”. As Quran narrates so it couldn’t be challenged and you explored and deliberated the way, it was well spoken alive example. You are an example and you were the asset which couldn’t be replaced or substituted even in centuries.
“Anwar Maqsood don’t spread bitter words, there is only bitterness left in lives of all; Spread happiness because we are short of it.”