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Thursday, September 2, 2010

Ass House

Adam: John, don't ever live in this house, because asses live here.
John: How do you know this?
Adam: I know it because i have been living here for four years. :-)

In The Middle Of Road

The boy’s name was Sabir. An amputated leg forced him to sit on the narrow footpath and watch the cars speeding in front of him, giving him nothing but a black smoke letting Sabir to realize his inferiority complex. Some cruel people stood at a distance from him, but their eyes didn’t seem to be away, instead, they were fixed on him. Sabir’s say always went by, and ticked away quickly. His life was worst than anyone! Sabir sat on a pavement, below the traffic signal to beg to people for some money so that he could give about 1000 rupees to those cruel and ruthless people after each week. Otherwise, instead of his one leg, his whole life could be amputated from his own body. The sun was only a coming and going thing for Sabir. For him, a day was nothing more than a car hurtling after another one. Life of Sabir was like the leafing of blank pages again and again. Sabir was only 13 years old, but he had experienced a lot about Pakistani society in which he lived. Cruel, ruthless, uncouth, brutal, vicious, inhuman, callous, atrocious and savage were the words given to this barbarous society, by Sabir. People supposed that he was a poor guy, but they didn’t know the bad incident which came to have a bad glimpse over his life. His only espies and observations of the day were his own blinks coming again and again in the same order having no surprises, no thrills and no ecstasies. Everything was bad. Bad for him; bad for anyone to live in it, but still there. The only thing he smelled was the polluted air mixed with pitilessness. The only thing which he was allowed to touch was the unimportant and deceiving money which was his worst enemy and which was responsible for his current condition and situation. It was nothing more than a lie for him. A lie—a big lie and nothing else! The only voices he was supposed to hear were “Well poor guy, take these ten rupees” or “No beggar, get lost! I don’t have time or money to give you!” He thought himself like a dust or stone wanting nothing; always being hit by foot and going somewhere else to be hit again by someone else. It was indeed a bad and inhospitable life, but still being adopted or forced to adopt by people.

A car stopped in front of Sabir when the traffic signal showed the red light. Sabir’s eyes caught someone in the luxurious Mercedes CLK. Someone whom he knew more than anyone. Someone whom he loved the most. Someone who was very special for him. Someone who was the only hope of making his life better and easy to live. Someone who can take this heavy mountain off his head. Someone from whom he was once separated. His mother!

The support to stand came from walking sticks which took him to the sumptuous ride which was waiting for a green light to appear on the traffic signal. Sabir waited impatiently for the wind span to lower down; a broad grin seemed to be painted on his happy face.

A pale face of a women appeared.

“Mom! I am your son. Remember? I am Sabir!” Sabir cried, happily for seeing the bright face of his loving mother after a long time. “Do you remember?”

His mother looked at him blankly. No answer. Silence. Stillness. Quietness. Uncommunicativeness. Taciturnity. No reply. No voice. But at last, her soft lips made a motion and a shocked voice came out.

“What do you mean? You can’t be my son! He—he— he died one year back in— in a severe bo— bomb blast. I saw his wounded face. Those evils kil—killed my son. I remember very well. You’re not my son! You’re from among those evils! I know what you’re here for! It’s just parsimony for luxury!”

Sabir was stunned! He received the answer of silence and reticence, that was the feeling of unfamiliarity from a familiar person.

“But—“No voice came out from the mouth of Sabir. He was too shocked to say any word.

“I can’t be your mother! You’re a beggar and I am a prosperous person. I know what you want!” She handed over a note of 20 rupees. “Liars are all around! It’s all mendacity!”

The traffic signal showed the green light. The car went away quickly and Sabir couldn’t stop his eyes to follow the car. He stood at the spot. In the middle of road! For the first time in his life, Sabir’s Sabr was not enough to handle his emotions. Sabir looked at the road where the car was standing before. Cars honking behind him. But he was there. There, caring about nothing! He didn’t move until he felt the 20 rupees note in his hand torn into two pieces due to wetness. Wet of his emotions. Wet of his disaster of loosing his last hope for the betterment of his life. Wet of his own tears given by someone who was very close to his heart!

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

My Last Day In This Deceitful World

My eyes were opened
When I was awake.
My Heart was broken
When it was to bloom again.

The shattered pieces of life I gave into the hands of death,
Receiving nothing. Nothing was left!
Thousand tears were of no importance
To make a wilted flower to bloom.

My leash, which had been tugged by my life,
Now strained apart; a dross brunt made me worthless.
I can’t pay the tax of what I’ve seen,
Or for the action I never wanted to do
In front of the eyes of ruthlessness!

I stood before the man who took my family away.
“Your last wish?” said he.
“To see what’s behind my eyes.”
Soon, I couldn’t assess my profuse anguish of swarthy din!

When consciousness nonchalantly came,
A man suddenly came.
“What did you mean by your last wish?”
“To meet my family in the world of eternity!”


By Jawad Haider

A Deadly Hide And Seek

“1, 2, 3 …” John was waiting for 50 to come out of his mouth and he could start his hard search for us while playing hide and seek. Amy and harry were going here and there in search of a good place to hide. All of us were in our uncle’s home. There was a huge garden, having a gigantic rubber tree whose branches extended to the balcony of the second floor of the luxurious house. It was night and it was adding a lot to our horror, but fun is something considered different in the presence of fear. We all were fearless.

“Hey Kevin—where are you supposed to hide?” Amy asked as she was passing beside me in kitchen. “I can’t find a nice hiding place.”

“I don’t even know where to hide, but there is a good place for you to hide,” I said. She was impatient to hear what i was about to say. A small change in my lips turned into a grin and then into a cackle. “Go to hell!”

I laughed and ran away from her. She was foaming at mouth.

“You’re too good to say nice words from your big mouth!” She shouted back. “Brainless! Frog-like stupid!”

“Infesto inferno!” I kept on saying. (Infesto inferno means go to hell).

My uncle and my dad had gone to see one of their friends. We were here—alone!

“23, 24, 25 …”

I had no time left. Tick, tick and tick made the time pass in seconds. My feet took me upstairs. I was alone and horrified. I was scared to be alone, but I didn’t have time to think about this. John was just about to come. I was glancing hither and thither in all directions to find a good place to hide, but my head was having explosions of emptiness of no final decision.

“41, 42, 43 …”

I didn’t wait more and rushed towards the balcony door, and stepped beneath the dark shadow of rubber tree’s branches in the darkness of the vague night.

“49 and 50! Here I come!”

There was a huge branch which touched the floor of the balcony. I arranged myself in its leaves in such a way that no one could ever trace me out.

Time passes by like a fast racing car speeding away in front of you in such a way that before you could even feel its existence or can even observe it, it runs away, letting you do nothing but stare at its rear.

The same happened with me. I didn’t know for how much time I had been sitting under the sheet of leaves. My eyes were close. Closed, so that no scary thoughts enter in my mind.

I came out from the bundle of leaves. It’s too late, I thought. Couldn’t they tell me when the game has ended! I looked down the balcony.

A stunning shock came and made me shiver from head to feet.

Blood! Blood everywhere!

Amy, Harry and John were beneath the tree. Their corpses were full of blood, but I came to know that all were not dead! John was still having slow breaths.

“Kevin, run! Run away! He’ll do the same to you because he came for you! The creature in the rubber tree. Leave the leaves and run away! The darkness is more beautiful than dark! Run or you’ll be one of us, like a dead body. Run for your life. You can escape him by — “John ended. His knell had been rung.

Before I could force myself to take an action, I heard some footsteps behind the balcony door. The leaves of rubber tree started to rustle. It felt that the man was standing behind me; his face full of my cousins’ blood; his powerful hands clutching my neck firmly and my death in front of my eyes. But all this was supposition and thoughts. The truth was behind the balcony door. I was alone and helpless in the big house and the sight of opening door entered my eyes after a deadly knock.

I opened my eyes. It was a night mare. A short nightmare! I was still under the coat of leaves. I was afraid and scared. So, I came out from the sheet of leaves and glanced down the balcony. No one was there! I thought that John was still looking for me. I looked at the place where I was under the leaves before. Someone was sitting there!

Someone who looked just like me. My clone! He looked back at me. A smirk appeared on his face.

“I like your body,” he said coldly.

No! He took my body. I am not alive!

The wooden balcony door opened. “Kevin, are you there?” John asked.

But how could he know that I was there, because I was dead. I was a part of the souls of the world.

I didn’t know that my dream will take such an enormous U-turn. Apparently, my cousins died, but actually, I was nothing more than a helpless soul looking at its corpse invaded by a wicked creature.

The creature stood up. A long dagger in his left hand.

“Your end is near my boy. Meet your mortality!” He shouted, stabbing the knife in me. A deep anguish travelled throughout my body. A pain which I had never experienced before!