BEYOND THE TRACE

Assalam alaikum, readers! May you have ears to hear sighs in mourning silence: It is like sharing a very deep never mended wound of my life experience when I saw and met that lady.Her name was Chanda, as she told me and she hailed from outskirt village area of Faisalabad, a large industrial district of Punjab. She was a good student of arts at a local school having all qualities of a performing artist. The child was her daughter from her first husband, at the age of 20. She wanted to admit her daughter to an orphanage but due to the presence of live parents the organization was not allowing it. Chanda was there to seek some approach for the purpose. I promised her to arrange her meeting with the higher ups but on a condition to tell me truth about the child's circumstances of getting rid of such a pretty girl. She invited me on a cup of tea at a local restaurant that evening and there I was within no time.( From here I'd narrate the story from her own mouth for my reader'

Assalam alaikum, readers! May you all have the ears to hear the voice of silence: It seems very strange when we talk about hearing what is not said. It looks more absurd when we say about hearing silence in the noise. But readers I have met and observed these situations during which loud screams of silence could be heard and a number of unsaid words could be listened. I, certainly, would like to share those moments ant those subjects with you. Let's begin with a story of a ramp girl who met me coincidentally in a monitoring cell established once for public complaints against public offices and corrupt officers. She was a beautiful lady of wheatish complexion, sharp features medium frame smart body, height must be 5.5. She was holding a little 5-6 year old girl's hand. She was having plan face but twice I could see in her eyes, deep sea of sentiments, a storm of emotional tides, a pain and what not. The strange thing that I felt was in spite of these expressions, there was

Assalam alaikum, readers! May you all have a vision to see the light in darkness. Before I start writing about any thing, I want to narrate what history tells and most of you may be well aware of the fact I am going to share again. Yes that very moment when it seemed UK was about to surrender the 2nd World War as all and almost every infrastructure of the country was demolished and people were literally deprived of their homes in rages and during a briefing when it was mentioned to sir Winston Churchill, my readers would remember what was the answer. Churchill simply and humbly asked only one thing whether the courts were functioning properly and the justice was being delivered to people. And when he got affirmative answer he claimed victory in the war. It happened and the whole world observed it. This is a Universal truth that the society that lacks or ignores justice neither can prosper nor can survive for long time. For this I say: When  Justice  Prevails Ever   Prosperity

Assalam alaikum, readers! May you have truthful lives. Working in the field as a journalist, performing as a  public servant in office, sitting on TV screen as anchor or analyst, serving society as a social worker, training and educating people as educationist and then writing on the blogger are altogether different experiences but ,to me,  serve the same purpose unanimously, which is, to build up sense of public awareness for fundamental rights against their respective duties.  When we think about any social issue any social crisis or any community problem, the first thing we talk about Human Rights. I am not concerned about other developed countries and independent societies, my focus is my own society or the likewise developing countries having dependent social systems. In our system we are being educated to talk about our Rights, to strive and then get hold of our Rights, and if it seems as if we are, unexpectedly, going to be deprived of our Rights, we must launch a protest