page 23

....for past  half hour ibrahim was   leading an explanation call , nobody was allowed to leave the camp  unattended, rules were made to be followed by all, someone always had to be on the guard  there  it was ibrahim s law , it was not  about work but so many visitors   poured in   and both of them had to be present to show hospitality

Come down for breakfast hearing it he did reach  that side

Merely a casual glance on jabr who stood there meek with lowered head was enough to melt away all his hardness in hus heart for him

It was not hus mistake i had asjed him to leave

Startled ibrahim turned hus head to look  at him who was occupying that easy chair with his enigmatic prsence 

page 16

...the sun was going diwn  when his jeep just entered the  village  territories on the  unmettled road  flanked by  fields on both sides , there were two silhouted figures barely visible ahead in the dusty dusky  mist , he slowed down his jeep to almost a halt, they had also seen the jeep  and stopped  

Its getting dark where are you going  he had stopped his vehicle and rolled down the window glass before asking them 

This was masi shadan  but he  was alarmed to see neelam wrapped up in maroon  sheet  with her , her prsence there was unexpected completely , he had stopped his jeep long before seeing her , it was his habit to stop his jeep midway to give lift to the lost and lonely  , now it was more so obligatory because they were two females and it was secluded and dark  and just open fields around  and one of the women was  his own , it was unthought of 

Its like thus neeli was here to see sadya , it was late so i was  walking her back home  chaperoning  spoke masi shadan , their cottage was beyond the  villafe fields

daghabaz

..a crippled beggar sat on the roadside  , his broken leg outstretched , his pained  voice  begging for mercy and alms. To the  deaf ,passers by , , mera ji stopped by, watching him pitifully, she  took out a ten rupees note  and handing it to him  prayed for his happiness ,   at least he ought to be thankful to god for not making him blind

This world is extremely ruthless the beggar explained honestly , when i used to be blind beggar the young hooligans stole my coins and passers by threw pebbles and bad coins  into my bowl

page 15

...she sat frozen  holding the mobile in her  hands  just like that , she was quite aware  azar will not remain silent  but it was unexpected  he would so openly declare war against her , it was truly unbrlievable

, she did not know  which excat moment was cursed , the moment she was emotionally involved with him  or the day when abba returned home happily overwhelmed  saying his  deepest buried dreams had come alive , malik saraj had sent his sin s marriage proposal for his daughter, 

This news had sent waves of rejoicing in the whole household , but abba had absolutely different ways of working , he was old timer and  totally loyal to malik sahib, he had  given all his life to his family, his life was commitment  to loyalty

gazal by nawaz

...they are unfaithful but how to say that

They are certainly evil but how to say that

They who sink boats near the harbour 

Destroyer that he is how to say that

Its another point to not say bad is bad

Bad is bad , bad is good how to say that

They are merged into my breaths , heart , glances

Separate from me they are how to say that

He who tells you they are in hiding in the world

If not through my gazals how to say that

Poverty is fanned by winds of misfortunes

Nawaz  unbelievers are not lights how to say that

golden jubilee

...the atmosphere  inside that restaurant was dimly lit romantic and surreal, light music playing in the background  warmed up inner deepest emotions , mostly couples only frequented it , it was a private secure dating place , nazish and asad  chose a corner table for themselves  though every table had ring of   privacy , nobody bothered about others , everyone was interested only in himself, nobody had time to look about himself  , nobody wanted to waste his own date , every couple was having a great enjoyable moment 

This is an awesome restaurant commented nazish  as if its a dream come alive

I too am here for the first time asad spoke  on  a serious note , i have heard lots about this restaurant , now i am experiencing it firsthand , its a  lovers paradise

gazal by talib rampuri

...no communication no handshakes

No interaction with  the not  so likeminded

Yes love has blessed us so

Not a word of complaint can be found

Mirror says so different you are from the world

Why more like us sre not foiund

Withered completely are blossoms like children

Undernourished  uncared for

Seeki courteous  gatherings because

Life  s enjoyments are  not for all

Lesson for shirkers  is blunt

False tokens of profit  also escape

What can be mentioned of the homeless

Life is real    not easy for all

page 14

...mazhar was already gone out somewhere on bhai ji s  given task , jabar was also asjed to go along , he did not have to invent any excuse this time  because  just minutes ago he had told him of his ailing wife 

When azar asked him to leave he was really surprised  his mouth agape , it was unexpected   of azar 

Do you really wish me gone malik  ji

Yes of course, mazhar will return in some time , i am  here , i have nothing important to attend to , you go, i certainly will discuss it with bhai

All the managementwas cimpletely handked by them , they were answersble to ibrahim 

Jabar was satisfued and calmed down when he keft , he did not realise his  own mind was hyoer disturbed , he quickly picked up his mobile when he was   gone to punch a number 

The outgoing bell was heard followed by  mecganical vouce  the number you diakled is not answering 

khwahishon ke fashar me

..it suddenly rained off seasin yet the wet surroundings around  dripping and drenched could not. Touch  a drop  to   damoen her burning heart , she emerged from her  dark gloomy bedroom  out into the veranda to sit diwn in the cot  only after the rain had stopped  completely ,  every tree was washed clean , foliage sparkling green , she watched them for  a while  then bent to put her head heavily on her knees  with sorrow

Sadta gad nit visited her for several days , nor did sge phone her , she could nit send message because sge dud nit gave a phone , she looked up alarmed on the sound of the fate opening

Mazar bhai was stepping into the yard from the sude door

farebzat

...oddly enough it was the third time  it had happened that her hand slipped touching maskara  on her eyes  to almost get into her eyes

Oh how hirrible , hastily doing things always presented her with more troubles as after affects , the reality was simple she did nit like getting up early in the morning to get started 

I am nit a mirning person not at all she confessed  laughing to her fruends,  i dont mind staying up late nights though but once i i am comfirtably tucjed in bed  waking up is not just difficult but an impissible task

The most hillarious part is that she got a early morning shift , her job was in a reputed modeling company  where all comercial shoots were done in the early hours of morning, today again she was late, the shoot began at eight and she opened her eyes at nine

page 303

... imran s two seater entered sir sultan s  mansion  vicinity , he was urgently dalked , the moment  fayaz s call had ended  his call  was connected  and imran immediately  started to see sir sulran 

Sir sultan was eagerly waiting for him , on seeing him he asked if he had seen the star of tiday

Scratching his gead imran aat down ,  no i did not he spoke up, perhaps you too are asking abiut the same

What exactly do you mean by you too, who else  is interested 

I s i is also following her

It would be  surprising if it wasnt interested 

What took you so long to enquire, it is nine at night, others were actively  following since early morning

pathhar ka admi

...this time the stone hit  him so hard resonance  was heard far and wude as if a rock was thriwn on granite not on a  man , the public around started accusing the chikdren who were pelting stines in him but he stayed unaffected completely , he trudged along slightly swaying , undisturbed , unbothered not pausing to look back, not stopping to turn around to glare 

Several children were bashed up by the oassers by  for flinging stones on him , the wicked boys ran away but the granite nan kept on walking unflinching,   his appearance apparently  presented a weird crazy  person , his sharp intelligence was clearly visible in his eyes through his unkempt dishevelled shoddy   unshaven  face

anjamkar

...he knew richard alias richie since his college times , they graduated together , they went their own ways  when they entered professional life , richie chose business  and fox.  Opened  up his own private public asistance agency , his clients came with  a variety of matters  and he counseled  them , his cases kept him very busy , he was paid handsomely on solving the cases , his services  were sought after , he  was established  because society trusted him and his expertise  

Richard and fox  rarely met ,  long  gaps  passed without seeing each other ,  but the text sent from richard yesterday  filled fix with   happiness 

The message read fox come and see me in the mirning , i am sunk in problems and surrounded with worries i need your assistance 

Fox sat today right before richard in the morning , richard s health was  not good as always , his condition was stressful , after exchanging customary pleasantries  fox  asked  him what was his problem 

I am awfully worried about my  child  ,  he is trapped into a situation

As far as my memory goes  your son johnson is in boston college, he is deeply interested in theater arts 

akhri sham

... after so many afes he decided to renovate surkhab manzil,, he took help from the old pictures of it , going towards the past from present, everyone belived he had gone weird except  waje the only person who understood salga was not crazy but full of passion to restore the glory of  surkhab manzil , salha was  adamant but the manager of the old haveli was  completely shicked and against redtoration , he wanted it  demolished , vicky and his  vicar and his father were astonished during thise first five months  doubting salha s mental  capabilities

from previous

...and then   one of those days zarin ramin s younger sister  phoned him , afi bhai  can you meet me somewhere outside your house  she asked after pleasantries were exchanged 

Yes of course, why not, i am back at home by the evening , he was in the office  rather busy and spoke briskly 

, bhai , nit at home please could you meet me somewhere else , she quickly expressed herself 

What happened , he sounded surprised

I will tell youwhen we neet 

Where do you want me to come 

Can you cme to the university tomorrow  or if you wish in some restaurant  as you think proper 

Not in a restaurant its not correct  , university is  possibly better place , just tell me where and which department  , fix the time 

Bhai i have a request to make  zarin insisted 

What is it dear child  asked asaf affectionately 

Bhai please dont let appi know i called and fuxed to neet you tomorrow 

What is bothering you he asked again

Tomorrow i will tell you all  , again more casual pleasantries were excganged before zarin disconnected the call

muhabbet fateh alam

...regarding this particular allaince mehsan and shahtab also had discussed the matter 

It is not suitabke because mahi is still a girl and that man is quite mature  spoke  she  adding the family was not like theirs , their house had a  mysterious air sort of hidden  secrecy  , the women of their house looked  sgarp and aggressive  mehsan was done 

But older mature men keep their women happy  argued ehsan  and the agressiveness of their women  i did not notice but it completely depends on our daughter to get along with them , mahi s father sighed coolly

Not neccessarily  that things would go as you think because many a times mature men become crazy and behave weird  when their wives are extraordinary beauties and very young, they become illogical and psychological

bedakhal

...his  pacing stopped , he stoid still stunned , , his attention fully focused behind his back , he was trying hard to catch the words , when he heard nothing he cautiously turned around , ready to  fight or flight whatever there was behind him , but oddly enough nothing at all was there , he looked around himself towards left and then towards the right , completely satisfied that  nobody climbed up the trees and it  was  very still there  and nobody could be hiding amidst the bushes

A section on the road leading to the society was absolutely secluded ,where this isolated  area ended from there started sparsely  built shops  followed by the massive entry gate to the society , by dusk the area would   again become  quiet and far away to reach , everyone  tried to reach home before sunset

His name was hasn , a handsome goodlooking young man , working as a computer ooerator in a factory

jungle

...he was amazed to see rani before him , he was thinking  how was it possible when he received a  punch on his  nose  when he was unable to answer her roaring question , he fell back off balance , she leaped forward to  hit him, he  quickly held her by her hand , he was hit from behind on his lower back, he turned to see sherya , both of them pounced on him , his nose was bleeding , he quickly recovered from this sudden attack and  tried to  defend their blows , , a flower vase cracked and shattered on his head , he was blinded  for a while , his head was spinning , he screamed and stretcged his arms for support  but his  hands  clutched enptiness, he fell down on the carpet , he was not completely  unconscious , he could hear the voices , but he could not  stand up with all his  bleak might , he remained there unmoving  still for a while , slowly regaining his  strength , they were worried if the flower vase had hit  him rather badly than  expected , he stayed there with his eyes shut, they thought he was unconscious, his head ached awefully but  his ears were acutely tuned to their vouces , , he suddenly stood up on his feet , all four of them were before him

from previous

...come spring  to  make  alive life again

A love story  caressed my lios too

Then came a turning point

Troubles descended straight  over love story

Storms of distrust blew around

Dirt and dust settled on the bright 

gazal

...they will leave  me one time 

It might not be easy to wait for their return

.no need fir any mentor 

.travellers ask directions on the way

They know unworrying  heart

If they leave nothing is gone

Forgetting them is my first priority

If they  ever fill my mind

.tales of love are  interesting indeed

When told  listening is possible

They dont stop anyone  moving

But who cares to visit anyway

Staying away from rotting

Life is enough once lived well enough

rishtey wali

..so now what next, what about the  marriage proposal, asked farhana  after  listening  to half an hour of  gossip  about the entire neighbourhood   more worried about her marriageable daughter more concerned about her marriage than listening to idle  worthless gossip

Oh yes, the boy is very nice , only son , saying that much she  stuffed her mouth with the  saltos  as if  pouring water into a wide bucket with a pipe before noisily slurping  and swallowing a long sip of her hot sweet  tea to wash it down 

Yes yes impatiently the lady of the house farhana pushed her to   speak more of the real matter , because  this was basic and already known  that the boy was good, farhana  was getting  excited and impatient

Six sisters  and already married , the youngest in fifth standard in school  others all unmarried  this time the matchmaker stuffed two biscuits at once in her wide mouth followed quickly with a long slurp of tea

Besides they own a house  masgalla by the grace of god he has a job

What is this , is this what you call a marriage proposal

page 155

...she was looking for the outlet there  when she saw salman , she was stunned to see zony was with him , holding shopping bags , evidently they had done their shopping , they were heading towards the cash counter , she stood there watching them , salman paid  for their bills before both exited the mall , she followed them out , they were walking tiwards the fuve star hotel across the riad instead of the parking lot , they entered the hotel , her worst doubts were confirmed , standing there she felt her body go limp and lifeless , eyes flooded overwhelmingly, she  sat  in the waiting area trying to gatger herself  for very long time  before she could muster to gi back home, the emoty house echoed nore noisily than the deadly silence inside her emoty self

She went to the library and started checkung salman s writing tabke drawers

kyonke pakiza anchal

Kyonke

Pakiza anchal

 Ever since elina was married she would be amazed by her mother in law salha , oh just wait a minute, , what did you think  her mother in law was some kind of a tyrant of a woman , no not at all , because she was not a regular mother in law  nit like any typical one 

Elina s mother in kaw was absolutely fantastic and different in her ways , the traditional image a new bride carries in her mind  and moves into the house of her in laws was shattered instantly 

What kind of mother in law is this 

Is any mother in law  possibly like this

Can any mother in law behave like this 

All tyoes of qyestions rose into her mind and circulated in her mindstream the whole time

Page 47 pakiza anchal

....majid was naiman s  old neighbour , both had played together in their childhoid and grew up together in the same licality , both were soulmates and partners  , thry held secrets of each other , after completing his b s c majid  went abroad to stay with his mamu  in england , eventually he also settled down there ,their  interaction slowed down with time , majid s family  moved out of the old neighbourhood , so their friendly talks ended  limited to online  once in a while event until majid arrived in pakistan , in the early years najid was regular then he  stopped visiting pakistan  after he was married and became a householder , he took his family with him and came to pakistan at intervals   

This time it was seven years later and he had remembered naiman , he would always ring him up and informally as a right of a childhoid friend  visit him , to  pay respect to his mother  hus khala , khala hakima was majid s  favourite person , khala had widowed at the age of twenty seven  and gad four little gurls to take care of

From previous huna urdu digest

 ... uncle jason and aunty milinda warmly welcomed her, she soent the whole day cleaning up their extra bedroom  to finally make it quite livable for herself and her daughter , she knew it well that the older couple was getting social security  from the government  but it was not substantial for them  so she started looking for a job from the following day  but she could not immediately  find any suitable job , it would take time she thought , second option was she could accept any petty job to raise her financial condition, soon enough she took up a job at the f c counter, ten dollars per hour but fifty percent was deducted by the agency

Zanjeer toot gayi huma urdu digest

  The  charcoal black road  passing through  thick firest and lush green grass  was visible  long distance  , previous night s rain had washed it completely clean , the wet  leaves brightly gleamed  in tge clear sparkling sun, grey hound black bus was on its  way moving  at its usual pace on the road , and she sat  leaning  against her seat back looking outside the window  with half closed eyes , the fleeting scenery was  absolutely clear from her clean window, she for a long momnet turned her head to look at ger daughter  sleeping in distorted sgapless bundle beside her in the seat , her golden hair  dishevelled  covered her face , her hands still clutched her favorite toy car, her eyes  were glued on to her pretty face  for one more long moment  before  a sense of sorrow and painful helplessness  gripped her mind and she quickly turned hereyes away  to kean her head back  and shut her eyes tight