The Call of Truth

By: Kamran Akber Soomro

A dark mid night, a calm and serene atmosphere, a small railway station in a far small village, a long train with lightening carriages, windows open, people sitting and watching outside the windows, few people, perhaps “coolis” roaming around on the platform. An olden British style clock, hanging between two iron pillars, alarms the people about the rushing and running time: it is 2:00 o clock a.m!
Most of the people: children, women, men elderly persons are lost in their deep sleep! Few are awake; some men are smoking pushing out the puffs of smoke the spreads and disappear in the air!

On both sides of platform the long olden trees are blowing fast with the pressure of air, creating some strange and mysterious sound; as if their leaves are trying to tell us something about centuries old stories about the past, about the people who passed by the station, who spend some precious moments of their lives under their kind shadows! These thick and tall trees are looking forward to finding someone, their leaves are peeping into the windows of train, and perhaps longing eyes are waiting for someone for centuries! Perhaps they have been securing some message entrusted by some one in the past to be handed over to the people of the future!

There is complete darkness on the platform though lights inside the train jump outside the window and enlighten both sides of the platform so man can easily walk straight and secure by the train side! Though it is midnight people are happily asleep in their houses, a few passenger the wishing- bodies and though who long for a beautiful and holy journey!

Train stopped for some time waiting so that people may come and join the journey of freedom, the journey of thoughts, the journey of beautiful and precious dreams!
Every day such train of life crosses this station, pauses here and waits for some one to come but every day it becomes sad and dejected. All the people and that time are usually lost in their sleep having artificial dreams. Nevertheless when the train starts to leave the station it makes loud horns to call the people, to break their chains of servitude, the chains of minor pleasures, and the chains of ignorance!
It cries fast and loud to reach the ears of people who pretend to be deaf and to break their deep sleep of slavery!

But perhaps the people are used to living in their style and have been adjusted to their living conditions. They now do not care whether their feet are free or chained in the clutches of captivity, ignorance, worldliness and selfishness!
All their aim is to achieve a peaceful sleep and have only beautiful dreams. Though they in their sleep dream for going on such a holy journey of eternal success and everlasting victory but they never ever dare to reply the call of “truth” and they avoid this call by closing their doors and windows of the soul and the train of truth keeps on calling and crying till it leaves the platform and the leaves of olden trees somehow succeed to enter the train through its windows and reply to the “Call of Truth”.