Feel safe no more

Tuesday, September 02, 2014 - Two days back a very terrifying incident occurred with me that left me in deep shock for hours. I happen to work in Defence Phase V and my residence is in Garden Area. My usual route is via Shara-e-Faisal to Numaish chowrangi and then further. On that unfortunate day while driving to home everything seemed fine, until a speedy motorbike passed by my side and hit my front rear. Although my car’s speed was less then 10 km/h but that noise sent deep shivers down my spine. By the time I could analyze what had struck me two persons on a motorcycle passed by my right side with one of them carrying a pistol. In no time, another crossed from my left with just one on it and they both parked in front of my car. For a second, mentally I was prepared that I was about to mugged but then suddenly all three of them stepped down and walked towards the poor guy who accidentally got hit by my car. They started beating him ruthlessly. They tore his shirt and then tore the pocket from his Shalwar, grabbed an envelope (which I assume they wanted) and brisk away. To make their presence felt one of them fired in the air before rushing away. The incident happened in a jiffy. No time to think or to take any action, if one would dare even. I was in deep shock for hours. As result of this incident a feeling of insecurity prevails in my heart and I rarely get courage to pass through those streets again. I thought we are a democratic country governed by our elected rulers, who are least bothered about the safety of the poor masses whom they approach only at the time of elections. Can our democracy provide some peace to the common man also?

—Karachi
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Fiction

it was an empty hall, i walk pass the benches into a corner. I could feel the sharpness of the benches as my finger tips touched them while I passed each bench. My head was down, my eyes were wet. I could never raised my head in shyness but now I don't want to. I went to the right corner of the bench and I sat. I sat as I waited, thoughts started to gather in my mind of what was about to happen. Something, I wished had never started... I knew the outcomes I knew what was about to end... I knew it will be gone forever. deep in my heart I knew everything... amidst of all these thoughts, suddenly the door was bang opened... and I spooked with fear... 

The door banged open and i was spooked in fear. Fear sent shivers down my spine and I could just hear nothing but my heartbeat. It was pounding and I could feel the blood rushing through the veins. Everything around me came to halt. I could not had the courage to look up and see though I knew what was coming towards me. My elbows were sitting tight on my knees, my hand cover my ears. I didn't wish to hear that voice; the voice that trembles and haunts me even in my dreams. This time it was more then one person, as I could hear several footsteps approaching towards me. It made me even more tensed. I could also hear their whispering. I wanted to stand on my feet and run and run far as far as I could. But I never could. At last, I felt a hand on my shoulder ... as I turned back .  

 I surrender myself to my fear. There's more lightening but my feeling of helplessness was all I could felt as if my soul was gradually being wearing out of my body... The words were naturally went out of my mind my heart my mouth.. I did nt knew where I belong and what was happening didnt belong to me. I have been through this before and some thing hard to bear was about to happen in my life something i could never bear something i could repent. Tragedy always bring radical change in lives and this tragedy changed everything changed me changed everything associated with it. I lost my self and i lose every bit of me that once was mine. .. That once was mine... In theory every loss is for our good; in practice though that is when we ask question... Ask ourselves about the existence of God ... And ask ourselves what did i do to deserve this? ...

A naya Pakistan?

Let suppose a naya Pakistan is created by any action or a miracle, just for a moment let us think that a naya Pakistan has taken birth, but what then? are we the so called awam of Pakistan deserve it? Are we going to follow rules? Respect Laws? Respect our mother country? Aray, we don't even follow the simple traffic rules.. Will we be doing then? Will we obliterate corruption? Will we respect our women? Will we respect elders? will we take steps to eradicate poverty? will we take steps to eradicate polio? A country where people are killed working for a noble cause, how do we expect revolution in a country where we don't even care "not to spit on our mother land" how many of us think about our country first and then for ourselves... One thing is for sure If we can't give respect then we can't expect respect in return? to bring revolution to create a new Pakistan first we need to bring a change, Change in ourselves, change in our attitude, change in our mindset, change in our traditions, we need to bring back those traditions that once were honoured by every men ... we need to get our honour back to see a Naya Pakistan.... A new Pakistan will take birth when we start respecting our country... everyone is so enthusiastic to buy flags on Independence day and then what next, we found those flags left alone on the streets... A new Pakistan will take birth when our women can walk on roads without any fear... Naya Pakistan aisaye nahi ban jae ga... it needs sacrifices it needs courage and it needs people who can think about their country and country men before thinking about themselves...

Awara Khayal

walking away without knowing what she might be thinking. I do not wanted to say good bye, I felt she was feeling my vibes too. I wanted her to just say it once, just ask me to stay but she didn't. There was no eye contact but I know she was looking away too. Even though, I know how she must be feeling, how much she wanted to be with me but deep down inside we both knew this was our final good bye. All memories were flashing back in my mind. We didnt made any conversation, I could not gather enough courage to utter a word. There was a complete silence, all I could hear was the sound of rain pouring down lavishly as if the clouds were also crying. All I could feel was her breath, the sound of what I always heard when we hugged each other once. It occurred to be one of the most difficult moment of life. Once it was like not staying without each other and now we were to this point of just walking away without any word, without looking at each other.. everything was gone... everything was lost...