Mother

Nice topic.

Why didn`t you go back for twenty years? Just curious.

In the end, life is nothing more than having food on a plate, a roof over one`s head, and spending time with relatives and friends. That is it. Nothing more to it. Anyone who has that, has everything.

Six months in Pakistan, six months out of Pakistan, that is the best forumla......

Good one. While the longsuffering paratha making helpless mother waiting patiently for her son to come home, might seem an anachronism in these days, she no doubt still exists in rural areas. Touching story. I like the part where he wanders around trying to find his past once again and fails.

Correction: Please replace ``empowering`` with ``overpowering.`` I did not mean to change the hierarchy of power and become an eternal sinner.

Beautiful.

Amjed:

A very touching story. Something that I did not like in the story was the very impression that was weaved to show the helplessness of a woman and her reliance on a man. I have read these stories in my childhood and I would like to believe that the condition of traditional women ``mothers-in particular`` has changed tremendously from those days. It may be an idealistic approach. But as they say and I will tweak what they say:

~Dil Kae ``Behlanae`` ko Ghalib Yeh Khayal Aacha Hae!

On another note: Having been away from one of my homes for quite sometime now, I do get hit by a certain fear as well. And, I used to have a very hard time bringing myself to the very thought of ``departure`` of the loved ones. Then one fine day as I was medidating while I on the road, something just hit me so hard that everything got shifted into a ``certain`` perspective. I realized that if anything has to happen it can happen anytime. And, I am a very little entity in the grand scheme of things that nature has planned. This was the time of last fall and I was completely engrossed in my thoughts and my own world. Very typical of me! I just lifted my eyes and could not believe the beautful fall colors that I saw in my surroundings. I passed through those winding roads and hills every other day. I did not pay much attention to the colors. And, I told myself ``what a damn fool I was!`` And, that`s when my whole faith and belief had a second life. The presence of Allah Taala was so empowering that I had to let go of my ego. Nature in general has a very lasting impact on my well being and my connection to the supreme being. But that whole mindset and surroundings left me with an answer to some of my unspoken questions.

The intent of the above is not only to share a very personal experience but to let you know that your character whether real or imaginary is just a human being and not God.

Indeed, we all interpret, decipher and perceive things very differently. I hope this serves as a consolation to your character in the story.

Regards.

Amjed

I have emailed your articles to many youngstors who are living abroad away from their mothers - this article was the best tribute you could give to your mother.

...... wafting smell of cooking parathas early in the morning, brought back early memories hidden somewhere in the deep recesses. narrative tugs at the heart strings, very moving.

very powerful. and hope this was not a true story.

I am speechless really...mothers are that way...whatever you do, however nasty you are...they are always there, arms open and welcoming...I miss mommy...it made such a moving read...makes one think what is the point ofliving off shore, making all that money if you are not with your near and dear ones to spend it on and with...may be I should return to Pakistan...no point in living this life of exile...God! now I am about to cry...and then again, I know it for a fact my mother does that too, so many times a day, as she raises her hands in prayers...prayers for my safety, away from her...

Thank you Amjed!
I want to read it again n again.

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Mr.Amjed

Thank you.
Genuine. poignant.

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Unpolluted by literaturity, intellectualitis and educatosis.
This is what CHOWK should be. Not the haunt of crows fancying themselves to be swans.

Amjed

That is the story of a mother - our mothers. They are so special. Why they die?

Loved this moving shower of emotion from you.

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This is very poignant and introspective...I cannot read it `technically` right now...perhaps never...

But would have thought that another title might have lent it something more. `A requiem` is a bit obvious, and I almost skipped reading it...

Thank god, I did not.

Mohammed:

....just some quick comments...good riveting story...a bit jarring towards the end...both along the plot and some word usage...`alleviating` and `processing` immediately come to mind...keep sharing,

rgds,

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