This page will in hold all my memorable moments in life.
Yesterday, 11th January I was chatting with an ex student of mine in Quetta, whom I can hardly call a student but more a good friend ( ZULFI ). I asked him to send me what he has written, he sent me a writing of mine which I had shared with SPARK ( wall magazine at TEACH ) on Mothers' day in 2002. It took me years back and let me walk in the streets of Hazara Town.
Look at the stars
Look at the sun
Look at the greenery
Look at the flowers
Put ears to the humming streams
Without you mother
no star, no light
all greenery black and white
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I was a bit unhappy that day. Maybe I was missing my friends. Just to cover time and busy myself I opened BBC net page. I read a poem of QAMBAR ALI TABESH. It touched my heart. I translated it in English.
Human is not bird
to fly every valley
feel it home and free
thy has the life of leaf
once fallen down
goes under every passing foot
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My dreams are mostly about my childhood town and friends who live miles away from me. Tonight I was with Sakhidad in the streets of Quetta. We bought bread from Kaka Hssan's Tandoor and rode up to the highway at the bottom of Chiltan mountain.A ringing phone woke me up. I wish everyone sat late in the nights or woke up late. Maybe those who dream late can follow it.
Quetta,
it is dusty
it is windy
its walls are torn
lips are dry
neither it is the beautiful city in the world
nor it has anything better in the world
I don't know why every beat calls it!!!
Shoe on the shoe desires for it
maybe all the heart has
is in the dust and wind of it