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They were like regular kids. Noor was in the early phase of her teenage and Jaan was still some years away from this phase. So quite natural, it was not possible that their big beautiful house could have been saved from the screams and fights of the young brigade. Nazia and Ahmad spent their day in their colleges juggling the college kids and once they return home there always was the task of convincing either Noor or Ahmad to forget the latest fight or the one which just ended. After every hour or two there was the possibility of next one. Poor Noor sometimes tried to spare her little brother and ignore him, but Jaan never left any stone unturned to instigate her sister and get beaten, obviously.

Ahmad never shouted at his kids; Nazia had to be strict with kids sometimes.

“One day, I will leave this world, then at least you would learn to live together and behave “

Kids hated this emotional torture. The moment Nazia would prepare to say “One day…..” and kids would crawl to their respective rooms.

Ahmad was perfect father for his kids, but only thing he would regret all his life that he would not be able to play football with his Jaan, whose eyes were always hoping for a champion’s shot from his father.

Ahmad met with an accident, the year Jaan was born.  Accident made one of his legs lifeless. But he never stepped back from his commitments which he made to his wife and his children. In fact he always put extra efforts to keep his beautiful family happy and fulfilled.

Everything in the family was usual and moving smoothly except few disturbances from the kids. But the world outside their house was changing terribly. Some geographical divisions which were created by the late leaders of the nation, those divisions proved to be more worthy than lives of human beings living on the same land. A war had started over the right authority of the land, didn’t matter whether anybody would remain alive to enjoy the prosperity of the land or not!


Tall and handsome Ahmad was the guardian of a very beautiful family, but changing atmosphere would make him tense sometimes. “Shall I be able to protect my family when they will enter our land ….” These visions were getting horrible day by day; the more he listened to the causalities in the nearby village, the more he entered the darker part of his vision.

People who could arrange money were leaving the place and those who could not, either resolved to protect themselves or die.

Ahmad and Nazia also arranged the money to escape the state and move to some safer zone. Children were asked to stay at home and lock their doors until Ahmad and Nazia didn’t return from college. They went to collect some official papers which could help them to fetch new jobs in new place.

Keeping the doors closed kids kept waiting for their parents, but that familiar knock on the door was never heard again.

In a matter of seconds, those innocent kids of Ahmad and Nazia turned orphans. Their parents were said to be died in bombing attack near College. Few items which were recovered from the spot were identified with Noor and in absence of any immediate relatives who could take the charge of kids, those kids became the part of thousands of kids living in the refugee camps along the coastal line. Time flew with its speed………………It is said “Time heals everything”. But some wounds do irreparable damages and even leave deep scars to remind the horrible phase.


Now Noor is used to shifting her so-called home regularly, from the last one and half years. But  Jaan has no liking towards this sudden shifting. His mind always travels to those memories from his Haveli where he was the most pampered child of his large family. But now in this large terrain, he has nothing to cherish, neither his Haveli nor that large family. Only thing he could retain after that fateful afternoon is, Noor. And he doesn’t want to let her go out of his sight. So, the 10-year-old Jaan has matured very soon. He has buried all those dreams and tantrums of a 10-year-old kid somewhere in the same Haveli where the remains of his family are buried. Somewhere in his head he has grown to an elder brother who has pledged to protect his sister at any cost.

The 15-year-old Noor and her 10-year-old brother troll around with other kids. Water is a big issue in this area because every time they have to wash their hands they have to go to the nearest hand pump. Devoid of children’s fundamental demands in their childhood, these kids only know to search for their food for at least two times a day and to keep themselves safe. In the barren land, hopes of Noor are still alive that she deserves a much better life and capable of providing the same to her brother. She is learning photography through a volunteer driven organization and she is extremely good at it. Photographs clicked by Noor have also been published at an online website through the guidelines and support provided by the volunteers. Against all the odds, she is hopeful for their future.

And one day against the promise which the brother and sister made to each other, Noor can’t protect herself and fell into the hands of some monsters. She cried like anything, she knows that her kiddo brother would fail to save her but other than Jaan she could not recall anything else in her consciousness.

Jaan has been looking for her sister for an hour. Tears have rolled out of his eyes. Cursing and praying to Lord, suddenly he heard her voice. Jaan is a kid but grown up and responsible kid. He has understood that his little body isn’t enough to protect her sister, so immediately he called upon his neighbors to their mercy. Noor has been rescued but with some injuries. Brother and sister thanked their saviors and silently moved from there.

Black clouds have covered the sky and children are dancing with joy that they will dance in the expected rainfall. It is a big change from their usual boredom.

Along the lake Noor and Jaan are sitting with dried tears upon their cheeks. Perhaps both are travelling in their own world of imaginations. Imaginations which have crossed all the boundaries of God’s restrictions and reaches to Ahmad and Nazia. Ever since Nazia and Ahmad have left the world, travelling in the world of imaginations where the presence of their father and mother is unrestricted, is their favorite escape route to pamper their little hearts and gain the courage to live again.

Jaan comes out of his dreams when droplets of rain fell through his eyes, upon his checks. But Noor was still lost.


After a long hour of silence, Jaan spoke.


Didi, why this has happened? What had we done? What Maa and Baba had done? “

I don’t know…why?

You have all the answers in this world. Tell me!!!

What shall I tell you?  Please go away.

Didi, please tell me something that soothes my heart. I can’t survive with this pain.

 (Noor can’t withstand with this sentence.)

“You know Jaan, when you were a little kid, you never paid any attention to me. Never!           You used to fight with me like a warrior. Infact, we both were least tolerant of each other. Sometimes Maa turned so furious while handling idiots like us. Probably, this is the reason we are left alone to learn to love each other and take care of each other. Maa and Baba needed rest so they have been taken away by god and granted all the happiness and blessings. Anyway, what do you feel?  Its better that they have been taken away by lord, if they could have survived they would die every breathe, watching us in this condition. “

“Hmm…Didi you are right, it’s better that they are not here to watch us running for food. And Baba could not have even run for food, and what would have happened to Maa! They didn’t deserve this forever suffering. This is written for us, but I only pray to God that you remain with me, forever. Now I have learnt to love you and respect you.”

“Please do not separate us, I am not a bad boy”. Jaan is sobbing in front of Noor with his folded hands and closed eyes. She takes her brother in her arms and promises to remain by his side, forever.


I don’t know how longer such brother and sister who promised to be with each other survive in the barren land. But nobody deserves this day when a sister has to justify the death of their parents to her younger brother to protect him and keep his trust alive in God.

This piece of writing just came out of my own imagination, recollecting the reflections of events around the world. I always pray and hope that reflections should never appear again because it is very painful to document. I always wish that this should never be the truth of anyone’s life, but I don’t know how many brothers and sisters are experiencing this horrible phase all over the globe. Because we are living in a world where the value of human breath is much cheaper in comparison to land which is meant to be lived upon.

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Maa..we all are children to god, right ??
Yes, dear.

God loves equally to everyone?

Off course..
Then Why our life is so miserable and Theirs not ?
Whom are you talking about?
( He pointed to the house of their sahib )
Shhh….don’t say like this. In fact , by God’s grace our lives are equally well.
From where do you gain the stupid arguments to support your god !
My Child, life is different for different people. Life is not same for everyone. Maybe what is hell for you, is the urge for someone. See, you are so physically well, some people just urge for their hand to work well or legs to work well,  to make few comfortable  steps. Imagine the pain of such people. Definitely , more than yours!
Yess… I know. But still , why I have to wait for the left over toys, that when they will be thrown off and I will get the chance to play. It hurts me mom.
You are fortunate dear that almighty is giving you the chance to ask something from him. When you will ask anything from him , he will guide you and then you will connect to him.
This connection keeps you close to your heart, dear. There is nothing more valuable than establishing the connection with yourself.
Will this connection solve the miseries of our life?
Off course not, it will not do any miracle . But it will give you the immense strength to overcome the challenges of your life and that will determine the strength of your character.Feel privileged that god has given you the opportunity to polish yourself in your own way. You know sometimes this urge becomes so strong that it will extract the best out of you, if taken in a positive path.
The little kid was not left with any more arguments to defend his point . He slowly walked out of the cottage with his books.
He was trying to reconnect and reconcile whatever his mother just said, when his eyes moved to those lines at the book in his hand “The Lotus flower blooms most beautifully from the deepest and thickets mud ” .
Finally he comprehend what his mother just said and went back to her with satisfaction.


“Would you have ever rode in such expensive cars? Or have wore these expensive designer clothes?? Or would have even heard the name of race course where you pose as if it brings you in the same class!!Huh!! If I wouldn’t have been there you would have never even known about these world-class brands, if they exist or not…
Poor woman! Don’t you be arrogant. You are proud of what? Your appraised beauty? Or education? Or mannerism and culture? Whatever!! You should be thankful to me, that I took you out of your hills & mountains, and made you eligible to be the part of the world that exist beyond that.
And I must tell you this, very frankly, I don’t find any beauty in you. And education! Huh! you are just a master’s degree holder( I wonder, if anything exist beyond that in terms of education). What will you do? A Doctoral Degree? And how will it help? Dr. Nancy, remember it’s me who is capable of putting the world at your feet. You remember that! Understand that! Otherwise throw your degrees and much-hyped achievements in the dustbin along with your ego! And don’t you dare to speak anything against me! ”

She wondered, what did she dare. But her wounded heart denied letting her recall anything.
Their little Kid entered the room. She carried the child and went out.
“Listen! Just tell your ……” She closed her ears against whatever he said since then.

“Yes, darling I know you are hungry.” Struggling with the baby food and her uncontrollable emotions, she wondered if the knowledge of all these brands or these luxuries will make her a better wife or a mother?? If not, then why she is being humiliated by her husband after every few days. He also understands it, she thinks. Then why is he doing so? She wonders. In fact, she hardly paid any interest to these branded clothes, shoes, and other luxuries. The single thing that has always grabbed her attention was the collection of countless books kept in her father’s rack. She remembered how she was scolded for escaping her regular course books and spending the entire day mystifying herself with the thoughts of some of the greatest scholars of all time such as Socrates, Plato, Aristotle, Kautilya, Vivekananda, Lincoln, Karl Marx, Franklin and more and more. Philosophy, Political science and literature were always top listed in her chart. She was proud of her heritage and she was as much attached to it as a girl would have been to a mirror, at her age. But she never spared a minute extra in front of the mirror to adore herself. But the pride in her mother’s eyes, constant attention of friends upon her, compliments and comments, everything spoke to her. She remembered that everybody used to tease her  “Oh!, Your husband would never be able to run away from you because he would be caged in your beauty.”

“Mumma! Mumma! ”

“Oh! I am sorry dear! I am so sorry; so stupid of me. Yes baby, your water! How can I be so lost!”

Darling, have your afternoon nap and mumma will cook yummy yummy food once you wake up. Sleep well sweetheart”
………….. ……………………………..

She: Mom, how are you?
Mother: Very well…. What’s the matter dear?
She: Mom, I want to come back. I want to be back at my home.

Breaking a few seconds of silence…

Mother: Come, Daddy will come to pick you up.
She: No, I will manage.
Mother: Alright. Now have some tea, relax.

She: After spending 7-8 years with a person and becoming the mother of his child the person doesn’t allow you to be the part of his world, doesn’t treat you as an equal counterpart, then what is the point of being with him?
Mother: But dear, what about your child? What will you explain that innocent?
She: I don’t  know. I don’t know what the future holds. But as for now his little brain and innocent heart is capable enough to understand his mother’s pain. My child will understand me, so what if I am just an overeducated rustic women in front of his father.

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Mom… What do you want?

I don’t know dear, I am quite disturbed. I am not able to figure out what’s it about, but I am very much upset. I feel like leaving this crowd and go reside some place else for 10-15 days.

Mom! What are you talking about? Everything will be fine. You are worried about the wedding, aren’t you? Don’t worry brother will find his happiness. No need to stress yourself this much.Just look at you!

I just want to leave the place for a few days, but I’m worried who’ll take care of your Dad in my absence.

Mom! Please shut up!! Go for your yearly check up this time, you are delaying it unnecessarily.

I have no lust for these materialistic things, but still, I don’t know what’s turning me off…

Yes..that’s the problem. You get the correct point. You are a saint. Don’t know why? You are superb, smart, beautiful,intelligent and independent woman. We all love you so much. Daddy cares for you endlessly then what’s drawing you out.(Somewhere she could relate this scenario to herself, in spite of everything, she too sometimes felt as if should runaway from everything. Where? She hardly had an idea. But then, why she is worried when it’s her mother who is feeling the same? Sometimes she wishes to tell her mom that “It’s your life, you have devoted your every single second of your life thinking about us , now if you want to do anything just for you, then we have no right to stop you.”)                                             Mom…don’t worry, this time I will come home and take you to some of the good places wherever you want. Promise. Wait for a month.

Yes..yes..Don’t worry. I am Ok. Take care of yourself.

Bye Mom…

After few years…

How are you Mom???

I am very well. How are you???

I am very great. Everything is going well. How is Brother? Did you talk to him this morning?

Yes, he is perfectly fine. Enjoying the new role of his life. You know how attached to his children he is.

Yes, yes, of course I know. And How is Daddy ..good?? Thesis, books, seminars, conferences ..he must be as usual engaged with his daily routine – walk, paper, books, studies…But touch wood it’s good he is enjoying his own company unlike me. Mom? Are you there? What happened?

Life is strange. Everything is useless. When you need your loved ones most, they are not with you.


Yes, I miss each one of you. But it’s fine. You people have your own lives. This is only life.

Mom! you are so well read, a professor, smart, one of the few person in the world who did almost everything in their life, they wished for. You did it against all the odds, and still you are so drained; why?

You will not understand…

Mom, please stop thinking about all of us every time. Just start giving time to yourself now. Please!

I am fine. Ok, listen daddy has talked to one family….

Stop! Stop! No! Please!


Mom. I don’t want that.

What do you want then??

Nothing, I just want to remain as I am.

But this is important in life dear.

For what? Society?

No! for us. We are not there with you, to take care of you.

Please… You people will be forever with me. So don’t say that. Ok? And if it’s anyone who has to go early it will be me.

Stop! Say something good.

Few months passed.

Mom!! It’s you who always start this.

But marriage is necessary dear!

Mom, I don’t know. I don’t know if I will ever be ready for it or not. As for now I am extremely happy. After sometime I will engage myself in something else.World is full of work and surprises. I will never be alone, don’t worry.

What’s your problem?

My problem is… I don’t want you all to go under the same stress. You know me very well, I will never be able to find my match. So chill, relax!

But, your daddy will retire in few years.

Then good! you take VRS and shift with me.We all will live together.

You are impossible.

No, I am very much possible and sensible. Ok, Ok, we will talk later. Take care.

Door rings…

Mummy! How are you? Where is daddy? Study room?

Yes of course….tea?

As usual you will put lots of milk in it.I will make it myself..wait!

No, I don’t like your black tea.

Mom… Come with me. there is no one to take care of you both.

But we are perfectly fine and I have 6 more years of my service.

How long do you wish to work?? (How dumb of she! it’s her passion, driving force of her life,How can she even think of it)

I am happy here. Here is our society, people know us over here.They have always been nice to us.

Ok fine! Don’t come.But I will never stop trying.

Year passed by..

Mom…how was your event? Rocking, right?

It was good.

You seem tired.

Yes, just exhausted. Body doesn’t support much..

Mom… Shall I say something? Please come to me.Do whatever you want to do over here.

Why you become so restless. I am fit and fine so is your daddy.And you know the climate is awesome over here.I won’t be able to find all this in your city.

Uff mom! Your mountains, hills, plants, garden, and your own handmade tea! You just keep putting down my idea because of all these things. I will have your tea daily..promise!



Why are you turning my mother!


Means, relax dear.Life is like this only.You spend your entire life caring about the loved ones, never get the time to think about oneself. I am fit and healthy. I am enjoying this stage of life with your daddy. We will call you whenever we need you. You enjoy your beautiful life. We are just happy and content with it.

She understood that now its the time to let her mother give her own comfortable space to let her do things in her own way, detached from all the worries which she had shared with her daddy all these years.

She left her mother’s home after few days but content and happy. She was Content with the happiness which she found between her father and mother and the way they are leading their lives enjoying each other’s company and fulfilling every small dreams which was lost somewhere in the last several years. She smiled and flew towards her city but the memories which she captured in the last few days where enough to keep her calm and composed for the rest of her years in life. Continue reading