BEYOND THE TRACE

Assalamalaikum, Readers! May we all have the right sense of Rights: Dear all! today I want to share some thing you might already be in knowledge of, but I felt, some how, very bad about this unsocial behaviour  of a very so-called SOCIAL community living in high stratum of society. One can't think about the littleness of the people living in big houses of highly expensive and posh areas of the city. I'm talking about Defense societies of Pakistan but today I'll discuss something about DHA Rawalpindi/Islamabad. That day I was sitting somewhere with a friend for acquisition of a house in DHA. She is a professor in a University in Islamabad. I was just listening carelessly to the conversation of both the parties. In the meantime a lady entered the office with a ballistic mood and asked for some person. The office boy politely offered her seat and requested her to wait for few moments as the required person was out for some time. She was furiously staring at the man ta

Assalamalaikum, Readers! may we all have courage to face the truth: Dear readers! Yesterday I had a very interesting, though,  painful experience of meeting a teen age girl facing the hardships of life at her own while having a big family. She is cutting the crop that other's have sown for her, and it's not only in her matter, in my society most of the girls fall a prey to other's decisions and consents and later on at any hard time every body lays the burden of circumstances on Fate and Destiny. I was there in a famous commercial area of Islamabad where I met this girl named Rani, as she told me. Actually my bank's ATM was to be refilled and the guy there told me to wait for 30 minutes. I walked out and decided to wait in the car as it was hot outside. As soon as I got into driving seat, a girl in veil rushed towards me. She was having a one year old weak child with her on her shoulders and she herself was quite skinny. I guessed her age below 20 and later on i

Assalamalaikum, Readers! May you all have ability to judge your actions before they become echo of the forthcoming:  Dear all, one day I was preparing for my live show, when I heard a name which was familiar to my ears and it was JOJO, a 15  years old girl who murdered 4 persons with a gun shot, one of whom was a renowned businessman of the area. I just stuck at my work and recollected my memory, calculated the years and became restless due to the fact that it was Chanda's adopted daughter Noor as the report mentioned her real name too. Good heavens, what happened? Why she did it? who were those guys? Where was Chanda? A dozen of questions blocked my mind and the worst part of the situation was that the girl confessed her crime at the spot. I didn't have Chanda's contact because it was such a long time passed but still, I wanted to know about the story and I got it from our  crime beat reporter. The story said, the girl was assaulted and in revenge she snatched th

Assalamalaikum, Readers! May you all have the courage to respond to the voice of heart! To all my readers' interest, today is the wind up of Chanda's story but mind it, the story ends with a big Question Mark on  FUNDAMENTAL RIGHTS and our SOCIAL and MORAL values.  I asked Chanda about her daughter she introduced  because she had abortion as she mentioned in her story. Chanda looked at me with inquisitive eyes and asked me for promise to keep the girl's reality to my self rest of my life and when I promised, she began,: When Ch Sb died, he left a legacy in my name which showed my ownership of the villa I'm living in, and this girl who is Ch's legitimate daughter by his maid who died at birth time due to the torture of  Ch's family. Actually that maid was his distant cousin but due to bad circumstances and her mother's ailment and treatment, she was made to live at his house along with her widow mother for some time. But later on, when her mothe

Assalamalaikum, Readers! May you all straight path in your lives: After a small pause Chanda recollected,: My friend, at this time I am going to be 21 of age after few months and I feel like I have lived a hundred and twenty years. I was out of my home at 16 but this short journey of four and a half years taught me each alphabet hundred times with hundreds of fonts and styles. I'm an extravagantly trained women now. But at my heart I'm yet a girl of 16 and till death I would be because I could not cherish these years of age.   Any way, coming back to my story, when I tried to return those gifts to Ch Sb and requested him to send me back to Shelter home, his reply was another bomb on my nerves. He told me that he's paid a handsome amount for me to the admin lady and I can't be back even if he gets his money back or he leaves it because my name has been removed from the register at all. And if I go back at any cost, I would be sold out again no matter to whom. I

Assalamalaikum, Readers! May you all have a powerful inner eyes: Joining you with where I stopped, I was feeling the unseen stormy waves of emotions trying to come out of Chanda's eyes. I wanted to soothe her but at the same time I didn't want her to stop and disrupt her momentum, so I just pour some tea in her come and waited for her next utterance. She didn't look at the cup, took a deep sigh and moved on: My friend, It's been a long way along the road. A very very long and thorny way , I wish you could have eyes those could observe my feet wounded from inside the skin while walking on those stern unbreakable pricking thorns, those none could see but made me scream every time I stepped on. My soul's wounded but, see, by body's become more strong and rather beautiful, as they say.  Any way, after few days one evening I was sitting along my room mate in a shelter home the peon came and took me to the admin office where a senior government officer with t

Assalamalaikum, Readers! May you all be blessed with true insight: My long session with Chanda was continued, meantime we had tea and ordered for another time. Chanda sipped from her cup and looked straight into my eyes and began: My friend that was the first and perhaps ultimate decisive day of my life so I gathered all courage called Almighty for help and blessings and wore the feeling of a warrior against the usurpers. Meanwhile those culprits attempted to grasp my shoulder bag which carried all my personal important belongings I fetched for the up coming circumstances. But I resisted and protested in a bit louder voice and I was successful in my effort to limit them as it was court not their empire. Then there was our call to appear before the judge and give certain statement regarding power of attorney of all property matters. I was all stunned heavy feet ,I could just see mama's lips moving but unable to hear anything. My brothers and sister's statement was not requ

Assalam alaikum, Readers! Ma you have sense of true identification of human beings: I heard Chanda murmuring the words"WHO KNEW IT WAS WATCHMAN, NOT THIEF, WHO BROKE IN"....! and I was confused a bit but she took a deep breath and continued: See my friend I observed, judged and learned far a head of my mother, in a very young age but since my mother was not educated and use to live inside the walls of a house whether of her father or my father's house but that was the reason she couldn't understood what I did. I warned her not to leave the house and compromise with her in laws on reasonable terms but she resisted and wanted to save our father's legacy for our future. And you know she couldn't save herself.  That day when we were sent to our schools she fell a prey to my uncle's incest in daylight with open doors. They say it was a lesson to her pride she had being adored wife of their brother. She lived like a queen in the family in her husband's l