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Some of the common languages are:Urdu: Urdu is the national language of Pakistan.English: Official language.Punjabi: Mainly spoken in the province of Punjab.Sindhi: Mainly spoken in the province of…Continue
Every human being has a soul, a pure entity that seeks to be lit with the remembrance of the creator (Allah). When it receives that Divine light, it lights up, not just the chest of its possessor,…Continue
Retiring from the toiling day’s work I used to go to Café Grand. It is on Abdullah Haroon Road. If you go straight through Zaibunnisa Street in Saddar, you will find Café Grand just opposite to the back entrance of Hotel Metropole. From inside this restaurant is two storey, but second floor is sort of a gallery. The atmosphere of the Grand is one of the attractions for me to count it as the best. There was always been darkness in the café even in the day time. The lightning was so beautifully done that there is always a twilight just as of candles which gives a sensational tranquility. The waiters move as they are floating on the carpeted floor. You can’t hear the sound of their movement but just the frisking of their uniform.
The Music played in background was also my favorite. It feels coming from no where but from everywhere. I feel the traces of tranquilizing effect sweeping in to whole of me. I always experienced an involuntary physical change that led me to note-able alteration in the acuity of tension I was in prior to coming to the café.
Last week I went to the café and sat on the table I chose on the day I first came to this restaurant. This table is so placed in the corner that I can keep all the tables within my sight. I snap the passing by waiter and ordered my usual drink, coffee with some salty biscuits. I do not like creamy pastries or cakes.
I threw a cursor look at the occupiers near me. Sipping my coffee and nibbling biscuit, I first look at the table on my right. This table always occupied by a girl. There was always girl, but everyday I saw new face. She was just sitting there, sipping her drink. I felt a sense of uneasiness, disturbed by some inner gloom. Once I had an eye to eye contact, I was shuddered to see the deep unknown gloom, as she was afraid that her innocence beauty was in peril. She was incessantly watching the watch wearing in her beautiful supple writs.
After few minutes I found a commissionaire standing by her side. He slightly bowed and whispered in her eyes. She abruptly stood and followed him. Before leaving, she once again turned and looked at me. I again felt an electrical shock. It was just a fraction of a moment. Her eyes were gleaming with tears. I felt that they were saying “isn’t there any one who could save me, even you!”
She turned her face and walked away, staggering like a person is taken to be crucified, head down, shoulders bowed. I felt myself empty from inside, as empty as I was no more. I sat there for few moments trying to gather myself, and then left the café.
On my way back I felt a deep dejection within me. I was feeling that I was nothing. My condition was of like a person who could save a dying person but did nothing.By mishaikh
Fog is floating over the lakes, birds are flying above the cliffs, moving back to their dwellings, to the town, towards the jungles. The shepherds are taking their herds to their settlers. O, my dejected heart where I would go? O, the sad evening, tell me where I would move to settle?
What I understood as ‘love, it was a ‘relation of no relation”. The relation I had, was the relation of ‘parting’. I am not…Continue
It was a glorious evening; the sun was setting slowly. It seemed to be hesitated going in the process of setting, as if it didn’t like to end the day. It was teetering on the horizon, throwing ribbons of pink and mauve across the sky like life ropes, and the air was sweet with jasmine. In such attractive environment, I and him were strolling by the side of country road. He bought an ice cone for me. I was talking with him while licking the ice cream time to…Continue
The tear stuck in my eye is you
Which has blurred my vision is you
Who stole my sleeps is you
Who burns my emotion is you
Whose memory pinches me is you
You are not aware how I was looted by you.
Many pages of life I have turned, unaware, is you and you,
How thorns of memories pinned my soul not aware is you only you
Who cannot feel my pain is you
Unaware of my suffering is you
Who has lost his heart, is me, not…Continue