The Most Deserving – Mother

Looking at the full moon lately, a strange thought hit like an electric bolt, the shaded area on the moon resembles to a picture where a mother is sitting with her child in her hands. It is just my own perception and thought and I don’t want to enforce it to anyone, but it got strong when I gathered my thoughts and came to a conclusion that no wonder our Holy Prophet said mother, mother, mother when asked who should be taken care of more a father or a mother.


Mother, Mom, Mommy, Maa, Amma, Ammi, Ummi all these refer to one and one person in our lives and i.e. our mothers. Starting from the day when you are announced to born she is the one person who takes all the hardships to bear you, all this does not offer her a vacation from her routine duties instead this adds to her responsibilities until our safe arrival to this world.

Mothers now days are not just simple housewives, they are working equally with men and their duties just not stop, there are responsible to take care of their families at home too. Doctors all over the world claim that is the most critical time for a woman.

After all the hardships for nine months, when the doctors announce your birth the most happiest of all the beings on the universe is your mother. No matter white or black, beautiful or ugly you are her everything, you are her life.

She is responsible for your upbringing, you education, you needs hence everything. Her responsibilities does not stop here, she is responsible for searching a best bride or groom for her child (at least in the region where we live).

Her responsibilities does not end here, even after becoming a grandmother, she takes care of her grandchildren so that her own child gets the most out of this world.

She does all this without complaining, without asking for a holiday or a vacation, even if she is sick she will try her best to share the burden.

But what do we do. Do we give her what she deserves? We are so busy in our lives that sometimes we even forget her appointments, or even her birthdays. A lot of us regret this when she passes away.


Mother is the only person who deserves the most. This is just to make my heart light and a promise to my mother for being there for her. I love you MAA.


The Reality – The Delusion

When we opened our eyes the first thing that came across our sight was the dark and smelly surroundings. Looking around, we found a lot of us with different shapes and sizes lying over each other in a heap.

Suddenly, some unfamiliar voices caught our attention and a strange man stepped up close to us and took few of us away. All of us got frightened and what we could hear were the voices that we have never heard anyone returning once gone listening to all this we started praying.

We were terrified, the time did not seemed to pass and again we could hear the door opening and light coming from it made it obvious that night has passed. The same footsteps caught our attention and we started to shiver, all we could remember was a strong, rough, and a very dirty hand coming right at us before we lost our senses. We felt a different touch on us and slowly when we were gaining our senses; what we heard was surprising. Opening our eyes we were amazed to see a gloomy room and the hands we were caught by; were scrutinizing and admiring us for our beauty and then he polished us elegantly and packed us in a beautiful box saying “this one is going to be famous”. The cobbler has done a good job with this one.


These were the first words we heard in our praising and obviously made us arrogant. We were sent to a very well furnished and decorated shop, the owner took us out of the packing admired us, cleaned the dust off us with a clean and soft piece of cloth. The treatment we were getting made us feel special.

Placed us in the shelf with a tag which was the highest of all others in his shop, this made us feel on top and we forgot all the fear and the dusty environment we were born with. We were paid special attention everyday by the shop keeper and this was making us more and more stubborn and arrogant.

On one fine morning, a well dressed man elegantly walked into the shop and while looking at all the others his eyes caught our sight, he took us out of the shelf and at the first look on his face it was sure we were going to accompany him.

As soon as we reached our new expensive home we were anxious to get out of the box and enjoy the beautiful view of our new world. He took us out and placed us on a soft carpet. Later he got dressed and put us on his feet and admired us by posing in different styles. Both of us were so happy to be with him, when we returned from the visit along with him he took us out and placed us next to the old pair. We felt proud of our shine and beauty lying next to the old torn one.

We always accompanied our owner everywhere and added charms to his personality. Days changed to months and gradually all the shine and importance we were having started to doom, our shape and beauty continued to vanish as we grew older. No one paid attention to us and the dust kept kissing our surface making us feel helpless, our skin started to torn away and we were getting weaker as the days passed away. Then one day we saw our master coming in with a box in his hands and what came out of it was a beautiful fresh pair of shoes.

We realized it is high time and we will be rested in the corner from now on and this young pair will take our place, but the worst was yet to come he took us out of the shelf, placed the new ones there and threw us out of his window.


All of this is fictitious but there are few lessons to be learnt from this.

Beauty is temporary and it will fade with the passage of time, so we should never  fall for it and never forget the bad times in our life.

Relating this whole cycle to the “OLD” people in our surroundings we should never let them feel helpless when they are weak and old because this is the time when they need us the most, and you will be a part of all this too one day.

The traits being proud and arrogant will not do any good to you for the long run; it will make you feel on the top for the time being but will demand you to lose a lot in return. When you will realize this there will be no turning back and one will be left with nothing but crying over the spilt milk.

Educating the Educated

Educating the Educated

On my way home from office rarely an early return I came across a wall chalking of a coaching center offering almost everything on that 5×10 ft. part of the wall. I instantly smiled and the reason for it was the so called thekedaarz of education claim to provide you the best of education; but was unable to rectify the spelling mistakes in their own advertisement. The statement written was something like this “Best Tuters at less Price”, I bet a lot of you will smile as you read the that tag line.

Now I was curious to know what else we can get at that “less price” so I slowed down and kept my focus on the billboards and the wall chalking that passed me on my way back. Another interesting billboard caught my eyes it was an advertisement of a schooling system and they were promoting their quality of education with a picture of a child who has scored “7 A’s” in his Cambridge exams. WoW!!! What a quality of education.


I turned to the place where that so called “less price” educational center to see what the reality is. To my surprise when I reached the place the road was blocked with hundreds of bikes parked at the roadside just in front of the center. I went inside and entered the office to see a lady in her early 20s was sitting at the back of the desk. I inquired about the admission criteria for my imaginary brother; she tried to impress me by talking in English her back to back questions were “where you brother study, what is his class”. I could hardly control myself when I replied her in the same language she immediately referred me to the other person who was on the next table. What happened next is not of so importance. Amazingly, there were almost 200-300 future builders of Pakistan studying there.

It was surprising to notice almost 70-75% of the walls were chalked as advertisement for these coaching centers. Looking at all those I had proud feeling of belonging to a well educated country and where the literacy rate can never be less than 80-90% if you sample your calculations on the basis of those advertisements. Unfortunately this is not the case; the ground reality is the percentage is much less this.

The point I want you all to pay attention to is don not just pay for sake of just paying it; do some research before getting someone hired for educating your child. Otherwise, it is better to burn your money than to have an education like this. It is not important to pay hands full of money, it about your child’s future.



Silent Terror


Hearing a blast at Abbas Town on Sunday a couple of miles away from home shook everyone around with terror. The torturing voices of the ambulances and fire extinguishers were not hurting the ears but were scaring the souls. Scenes from the incident were so horrifying, that the people with weak hearts were not advised to see.

Back to back blasts shook the city with horror, everyone in the neighborhood rushed to the spot and put their lives on stake to save the injured, to dig out in the rubble and pull out their countrymen who were trapped beneath. Regardless of caste and creed they were doing their best to save maximum number of people, things got worst and the nearby apartments caught fire and making the situation worst. Electricity went out, the gas line leaked but forgetting about their caste and custom all were doing their bit.

The aftershocks of the blasts were not sub-sided when yesterday out of nowhere suddenly the news channels started flashing news of chaos in the city and with in no time the biggest metropolitan city of Pakistan, Karachi was by forced shut down. No one knew the reason, various rumors flew in the city and the people were resembled it with the incidents of 27th December and 12th May. Everyone was busy in calling their loved ones, whether their children have reached home safely and advising the family members to stay home in order to be safe. There was a complete chaos in the city. Even with all the traffic noise on the road in the non-rush hours of the day there was an unsaid terror and silence in the air. Everyone had a terrifying look on their faces.

The silent terror which has rooted Karachi-ites even after paying raised electricity & gas tariffs, road tax, property tax, income tax, CGT, GST is INSECURITY. People in Karachi have developed a habit of returning straight to home after work to avoid any incident are now not even secure in their homes. The fear of seeing a car or a truck standing on a road side will send shivers to the people living in the city. Every pillion riders are considered dangerous and are doubted by almost everyone. Karachi-ites are so terrified with the situation in hand that even if someone stops by and asks for a direction they are hesitant to get close to them.  The city which was known as the city of lights and the Karachi-ites who were known for their lively hearts and night rockers are now zombies. The fear of getting robbed in the middle of the market, getting killed by an un-named bullet, kidnapped and tortured on caste basis, cracker attacks for not paying ransoms, land grabbers. The terror of losing your loved ones, getting robbed in traffic jams, getting hit by an unnamed bullet has stolen the peace of mind and it is slow poisoning us to be psychiatric patient and has made the city of lights and life a walking graveyard for the Karachi-ites to live.


I was born in Karachi and have been here since then, I have been a proud and patriotic Pakistani, but since some time I am forced to think is it worth. Lately, what I noticed was shocking and sad as well. Moving on the roads is normal but last week when I was on the roads with no intentions motives or let us just say was killing the time. I was reading the billboards and wall chalking. This is when suddenly I came across a very huge flag of a political party, it caught my attention and my eyes rolled up, down, right and left and were amazed to see the size of that flag.

What I have learned from my childhood is: a nation is a group of people sharing common history, culture etc. Common language, Common history, Common religion, Common culture, and Common origin, Common flag are the main ingredients which compile to a nation. An individual with all these qualities is considered to be an inhabitant of a particular nation or country.


You can count millions of flags flying high on almost each and every electric pole, roundabouts, buildings, walls, flower pots, even the tree stems are painted in color indicating the plantation is done by a specific mind set people. These flags are colorful and some of them are very appealing too and instantly by looking at them you can imagine the faces and characters behind if not all most of them. Since I have noticed it I am confused as to which of these flag I belong too, as my father belong to a different ethnic group and my mother to a different. As a child of my parent’s I cannot adopt one’s culture and deny other’s because the way my upbringing was done I have never felt the difference and I am a blend of both my father’s culture and my mother’s culture and ethnic values.

So, don’t we all belong to a single mother homeland, don’t we all have a common mother tongue, don’t we have a single religion. But unfortunately, what I have been noticing since the flag I saw on the road my eyes are continuously searching for the flag I was born with, the flag of my pride, what is to be known as my identity, YES the flag of Pakistan.

Yes, I see Pakistan’s flag in Cricket Matches, I see Pakistan’s flag at the front of every Government official car, I see Pakistan’s Flag on every Government offices but all this can be seen on the 14th August of every year.

My question is why can’t we all get under one roof i.e. Pakistan. Trust me, this shelter is big enough for all of us and we don’t need any individual umbrellas for everyone. Remember, you are just a small part of Pakistan even if you associate yourself with any other flag within the country, but owning the nation’s flag you will own the nation.

Deed – InDeed

Lately, there is a lot of BUZZ about the Mother’s, Father’s days the norm which our society recently adapted. There exist a group of people who are completely against this and consider them un-Islamic and an adaptation of western culture.

When I was a child I use to love all the colorful chicks that an old man use sell on his bicycle in my neighborhood. I use to buy them with my pocket money and keep them as my pets. I had a cage on my roof where I kept all of them and in the evening I use to open the cage and let them out for some time. Me and My father use to guard them with a hockey stick from the evil hunter eagles. All this went on but one day an eagle came down and tried to pluck a chick when instantly my father swung the hockey stick and luckily it hit the eagle and it flew away leaving the chick behind; I ran to my father and hugged him for saving my chick.

Now when I look at the incident I come up with some questions; whether my father would have been rewarded for saving an innocent chick or he should be held guilty for harming a hungry eagle. I believe anyone other than my father would have done the same thing and he should be rewarded. Just because every deed is followed by the intention behind it; so to those who think celebrating mother’s day, father’s day is following the footprints of the western culture than think whether it was right to harm a hungry eagle? But again the reward i.e. good or bad entirely depends upon the intentions behind a specific deed. So it is clear that celebrating a father’s, mother’s or any other day is NOT at all following the footsteps of a western culture.


As far as the argument of restricting it to a specific day is concerned, I totally agree to the argument but very humbly I would like to ask here Islam teaches us to respect and obey our parents throughout the year. I feel no shame in saying this there will be 5% people who do the same and the rest of us intentionally or unintentionally do not follow the rule. So Why not we dedicate one day in a year for our parents, apologizes them for our mistakes, make them feel special on the day; may be by doing so we can get the apology which could not have been possible before.


This is just a thought that came to my mind and I penned it down. I have never celebrated any of these days myself but again what the point in arguing on the half empty glass and ignoring the half filled.