Wednesday, September 26, 2012

CRUEL


                Samareen and Amjad were cousins. They grew up together, passed their childhood & youth together and enter their adult age together. They were deeply in love with each other. They could not pass a day without meeting each other. They were one of the luckiest couple that their families never objected to their getting married and they were joined in the wedlock, to their hearts’ desire.
                Both were from mediocre families. However, Amjad worked very hard and having Samareen at his side become very successful businessman and in about 10 years, become a multimillionaire. However, their other family members/ relatives remained at the same mediocre level economically. It was only Amjad’s brilliance with Samareen at his support that elevated him from mediocre to multimillionaire.
                They were lost in each other’s love for almost 11 years but without having the grace of ALLAH in shape of a child. After mutual deliberations and understanding they decided to adopt a child. By visiting an orphanage, they adopted a baby girl. Happiness, in their life became full and with the new family member in their family, they were not bothered what is going around them in the world. Samareen and Amjad had only one world. They had their own world, where they were only three; Samareen, Amjad & their baby girl Anosha.
                ALLAH had been very kind to Amjad due to his good human nature. He was very caring and had a very kind heart. Both he & Samareen were always all out to help the needy. Nobody would ever go empty handed from his door.
                Many more years passed until one day, when Anosha turned 18 that suddenly Samareen died, nobody knew what happened. She slept alright at night but did not wake up the next morning.
                The world crashed infront of Amjad and Anosha. If it was not of Anosha, Amjad would not have bared the loss and the shock. It was their mutual love of Amjad & Anosha that they supported each other and survived.
                04 month after the death of Samareen, a strange and unfortunate issue was raised by the relatives of Amjad. Of course it was evident that their evil mind was behind that. As Amjad and late Samareen never had their child so greed over took the minds of their relative and they intrigued. They had their eyes on the wealth of Amjad, which was in shape of priceless real estate, two Sugar Mills & a large business of import/ export of readymade garments. To their mind they were the rightful kin of Amjad.
                The very wisely raised issue was that under the Islamic Laws, an adult man cannot live with an adult woman under one roof unless they have a permissible relationship. So, an adopted adult young girl cannot live with an adult man, may it be the adopted father.
This really perplexed and flabbergasted Amjad. He had virtually raised the girl from the age when even her eyes were not opened to the stage where now she was a beautiful young lady.   
                He was literally, together with her wife, raised her on his chest, and at times even changed her diapers. He has been taking care of her in all her sickness and had literally remained awake many nights. He taught her how to talk, how to walk, how to eat and has been walking her to school.
                In desperation, he consulted the renowned learned Islamic Scholars for a solution but all had one answer. He cannot live together with his adopted adult daughter under one roof. He was to part from her immediately. He cried the whole night and also shared his pain with his girl.
                So, he found a solution himself. He found a young lad for his girl and married them and after a while, gifted all his property to his girl Anosha.
                Those all his evil minded relatives challenged his transfer of property decisions in the court but failed. The court decided in favour of Amjad.
                This stress however took its toll and Amjad could not survive parting of Anosha and died within months of her marriage and left this cruel world and joined Samareen.   
                Another such case came before me but only with the change of characters. In that the Couple adopted a baby boy and raised him. The father died when the adopted boy became a young lad of 15 years. Now again the same problem came up. A woman may it be her adopted mother, cannot live with him under the same roof as she did not have any permissible relationship with the boy. The end of that story was very sad and tragic. As the mother was poor and she did not had any bread winner and only had his 15 years son on her side who himself was still studying in his school, but still the mother had to part with the adopted son............
                

Posted by Zaffar Iqbal Durrani

Monday, September 24, 2012

Height of Hatred

                  I was on an official trip to another city that I got an emergency call from my wife. She asked me to return immediately as there is something wrong in the neighborhood and that she cannot tell me on the telephone. There was a tint of fear and shock in her voice. I was four hours away in the adjacent city.
                I drove back home. By around dusk I was able to reach my house. I could spell an atmosphere of fear and terror when I entered the block, where my house was situated. Women and children were standing in their door of the houses and their eyes were filled with fears.
            When I entered my house, my wife asked me to look over the wall in the neighbors’ house. I refused, as it was beyond decency but she was crying profusely and trembling with fear and begging me to look. So I looked.
                Oh my ALLAH. What did I see?
            My neighbor was a Pathan from tribal area. I learnt later that he has gone to another city on a business trip. His name was Faheem Afridi. He was 42/45 years old. Few months back he had married again to a 19 years old girl. His first wife was issue less and was 38/40 years of age.
            I saw that Faheem’s first wife had hang the 19 year old girl, the second wife, naked, upside down by tying her from ankles and was removing her skin through a very sharp knife. She would make a cut on the skin and then hold it with her hand and tear the skin with force by pulling it down. She was doing it strip by strip. This was height of Barbarism. I shrugged and taken aback myself. It was very difficult to even watch that. One can’t imagine as to what the poor girl under went
The poor girl was bleeding and not in her senses. My wife told me that earlier she was crying in pain at the top of her voice and begging the senior wife to have mercy on her and leave her but the senior wife was not moved at all and gave her a deaf ear. The woman of the area also tried to calm her down and begged her to leave the young girl alone but she attacked the women who were trying to stop her.
            Surprisingly, there was not a single adult male member of any neighbor family present.
         I called the police. Took four women, including my wife, and went to the neighbors and with quite some difficulty, got hold of the senior wife, who was adamant to use the sharp knife against us. The poor girl was shifted to hospital.
            Mr Faheem Afridi was informed, who came rushing the next day.
           Mrs Faheem senior was sentenced to seven years in jail. The poor Mrs Faheem junior lost her mind due to shock.
She is still in the mental hospital and it is almost 29 years. 

Posted by Zaffar Iqbal Durrani

This is love


This is a very strange story. It has love and it has betrayal. This is a story of two love birds, a boy and a girl. They were deeply in love. Ultimately they decided to get married. They were living married together for ten years that the girl fell seriously ill. Doctor’s lost their hope and told as such to the husband, the boy. The girl’s name was Raheela and the boy was Farhan. Despite the serious illness of Raheela, Farhan never lost hope and daily remained beside her bed.
            Somehow, Raheela despite being very sick and very weak remained in her senses. She day and night used to ask Farhan that whether he marry again, if she died and Farhan used to assure her that he is very much in Love with her and he after her death will never marry again. But she would not believe him. She kept insisting him that he should give her his words that he will not marry again. Farhan promised her and gave her his words. But still, she would not believe and she could keep pressing him and giving his promise to her. She would rather say that as Farhan is still young and therefore he will be requiring the need of a woman so, he is going to marry again and that’s why she will not believe him. She was constantly demanding Farhan to do such an act which will make her believe him
            The pressure of Raheela on Farhan was such that one day out of desperations; he brought a knife and in front of her eyes, cut his penis off.
           He fainted and was evacuated to the hospital. Farhan went into critical condition due to excessive bleeding. However, he survived.
            On the other side, after this incident, Raheela showed miraculous recovery and in a month or so recovered fully. The days passed.
            After about six/seven months of her recovery, she filed divorce papers in the court. Reason: That her husband was not physically fit to meet her sexual requirements/desires.
            She filed medical papers in the court in support of her claim. However, earlier to that her husband accepted her claim before the court.
            The court decided in her favor and she was divorced.
            End of the Love story.

Posted by Zaffar Iqbal Durrani

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Love



What is Love

Love is our Nature
Truly loving another meaning letting go of all expectations. It means full acceptance, even celebration of another person hood.  We came to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
Love is like a garden, though beautiful, but you still have to weed it to make it loveable.To get the full Value of joy, you must have someone to divide it with.
Love is not blind. It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less.
To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.
Love does not begin the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is growing up.
Love is like playing a piano. First you must learn to play by the rules, and then you must forget the rules and play from your heart.
Love recognises no barriers. It jumps hurdle, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination, full of hope.
If you express love in a way your partner doesn't understand, he will not realise that you have expressed your love at all.
Every one needs someone. People need people and friends need friends. And we all need love for a dull life depends. Not on vast riches or great acclaim, not on success or on worldly fame. But just in knowing that someone cares and holds us close in their thoughts and prayers. For only the knowledge that we're understood makes everyday living feel wonderfully good. And we rob ourselves of life's greatest need when we "lock up our hearts" and fail to heed.
Put your most treasured dreams and values into action right now. Here is what you can really do what you have always been longing to do.Now is when you can let yourself feel the way you truly wish to feel. See that there is nothing standing in the way of filling the world with your own special joy.
The out stretched hand reaching to find a kindred spirit whose heart and mind are lonely and longing to somehow share our joys and sorrows and to make us aware. That life’s completeness and richness depends on the things we share with our loved ones and friends.
Live This Day. Do not merely, someday, somehow. Open yourself to the beauty and goodness of this moment and live this day. Hope to live.
Let go of worries and fantasies about what might or might not be. Focus the full energy of your spirit on what is real and what is not, and live this day.
A life of experience has perfectly prepared you for where you are right now. Live this day and fulfill the possibilities of your miraculous existence.
To love a person is to learn the song that is in their heart, and to sing it to them when they have forgotten.
This is the day that belongs to you. This is the time when you can do anything and make a difference.

Live this Day
Have a Nice day.


Posted by Zaffar Iqbal Durrani

Friday, September 14, 2012

AN EVENING OUT WITH JAVED BALOCH




















        A very nice get together was arranged at the Creek Club Karachi by Wasif as usual for dinning in of Javed Baloch, who has again come to Karachi. Though he was sent off properly but still he returned so we have to arrange the dinning in again. He was however told that he can have as much dinning outs and dinning in as he like. It was a very beautiful evening of Karachi. The weather was splendid due to the recent rains. Families also joined as can be seen in the photographs. A very warm and heartiest welcome Javed Baloch and family. And a very heartiest thank you to Wasif for arranging such lovely functions. I wonder what will Karachi chapter do without, ALLAH forbid, Wasif and his lovely wife. Nobody other than him has the talent and initiative to arrange such marvellous gatherings other than Wasif.
          News about Shahid Qadir is that he is improving and now has started recognizing. When one goes to see him he smiles, shakes hand and press your hand warmly. He has been shifted to a special room. However, his family has imposed a ban on visitors like us. Only selected persons of their choice are allowed. Therefore the latest is difficult to get and update.
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Monday, September 3, 2012

Divorce1


CASE-2
This is the story of a very beautiful woman who approached the court for her divorce proceedings. A young girl of hardly 23 years old. She had two kids, a boy and a girl, four and three years old respectively. Let me confess that I was rather surprised to see her and on preparing her case I was feeling pain in my heart. She was not only beautiful but had manners and quite decent to talk. She was looking so dejected and hurt. My own feelings were that such girls are here in this world to be happy and to receive and enjoy all the blessings of Allah. A girl whose pinkish color was such as if she is made of milk with added honey in it. In Urdu it is said and I quote here translated, “she was such that mere touching her will make her dirty”. Very big almond color deep eyes. O Allah what has fallen on her. Her name was Fatima.
            Well, she was married to an engineer, who was well set and established. At the time of her marriage she was 18 years old and the engineer was 30 years of age. His name was Zulqarnain.
            On her arranged marriage, she had lots of romantic and emotional desires. When she reached her new home she was very excited with lots of dreams in her eyes. But alas! What she got.
The very first briefing and the treatment she got from her husband, Mr. Zulqarnain, was quite humiliating and thus her marriage ultimately culminated towards the divorce proceedings. The proceedings, which I believe, should have been initiated on the very next day of her married life. She in the hope of a change, waited five long years and had two children but to no veil. Mr. Zulqarnain remained the same without any changes in his behavior, which was beyond any set norms of life.
            On the very first night Mr. Zulqarnain briefed his wife that she will not form part of his life and will live in his house in a separate room. Mr, Zulqarnain has installed a call bell in her room, whose push button was beside Mr, Zulqarnain’s bed and whenever he desired her, he would ring the bell and Miss Fatima was to appear in his room and submit herself to him. Other than that she was not allowed to be seen with him and was not allowed even to have food with him. In Mr. Zulqarnain’s Novel beliefs, woman was only for sex, reproduction and domestic use. He was member of such families who do not allow their woman to eat earlier than all the male members have taken their food and also the woman folk are not to sit on any raised platform, may it be Bed, Sofa, Chair etc. It is only the prerogative of the men only. Even their mother, may they be very old, will have to sit on the ground besides their son or even grandson while he is sitting on the bed or chair.
            This was quite humiliating. I still don’t understand what made her take that humiliation that longer. Out of curiosity, I asked her. And she said that she wanted to make her marriage a success and kept praying and waiting that her love will change Mr, Zulqarnain. Moreover, she also had a traditional pressure on her of her parents and brothers to adjust and to carry on.

            The Court decided in favour of Ms. Fatima and granted her Divorce.
            Allah saves all girls from such humiliating behavior.

Posted by Zaffar Iqbal Durrani