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Only a month before when the house was repainted he strictly refused that he won’t allow an inch of his room to be disturbed. But now he got his room painted in pastel pink with and hung          slightly dark pink curtains on the doors and window with beautiful flower vase on the table. As per his wish daily fresh flowers were put in the vase. Before this new situation he wouldn’t let his bed sheet change for a week or so but now his bed sheet was changed on everyday basis. Not only had this but he liked air freshener spray every day. Besides this he ordered two grafted mango plants from Multan to be planted in centre of the patio so when they grow they would spread broadly. The old man was 82 years old. He cleaned the rusty and dusty bookshelf and replaced the old worn and torn books with new ones. His grandson helped him do it.

He was so aware of his surrounding that he had drenched and saved the last drop of honey from the small bees’ honey comb for self use.

He had fallen madly in love with lively life. People were amazed to see his love for such organized and systematic life that he never followed earlier in his youth. None could find the clue for his entirely changed way of living. He talked to everyone in same monotonous tone in the past but now he changed his voice and tone according to time, situation and the person he talked to. His family who rarely paid attention to what he said now is all ears to what he said. He often told his sons that; ‘Now from one end to other no old man lives” When someone asked his age, he would reply, “I’m sixteen only” when they looked at him in doubt and surprise he would then say smiling; “The rest is my experience”

The next day he got out of his home at dawn with the rising sun. Capturing the fresh cool breeze and ambiance of spring came on the road. The dreamy night embracing the lively morning was leave-taking calmly. The picturesque scenario was captivating.  Butterflies fluttered on the boughs like flowers and seasonal flowers blooming spread scent in the atmosphere. Color and beauty of natural beauty was charismatic.  He was heading towards the park on the other side of the lane where he used to go and exercised. He was enjoying singing his childhood rhyme,

Hot cross buns
Hot cross buns,
One a penny,
Two a penny,
Hot cross buns.

His eyes opened broadly like two big doors in a storm, and became still to see the old man standing erect like a tree outside the last home of the lane. With trembling legs and uneven breaths he walked to the old man saying; “I thought you had—–”

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He found various short time activities. He would rise early morning and wearing his track suit and joggers walked for a mile. Then coming back home had a glass of milk with two spoonfuls of honey, a big apple, two bread slices with margarine and half cup of tea. He would not only drink three mouthfuls of tea and sometimes a little cheese. From 11 to I pm he watched mystery movie or crime story on television.  After that at I pm he had plain chicken soup and fifteen to twenty minutes nap. Then had his lunch that consisted of veggies, fish and fresh salad. After few days he would order pizza and enjoyed it with his grandson.

He added new activity of reading a spying and detective story book after lunch before taking a nap.  He delightfully sipped Jasmine tea with its captivating aroma in the air in the evening under the shady margosa tree. The old man then got up from there with the departing twilight then lighting the lights outside entered the house.

He cared for everything in his life except for old age. His gleaming smiling face was like a lover who feels anxiously delighted to wait for his set date. He would stop by and talked to unknown people and spent much time picking soft fragrant jasmine flowers. One day he stopping a cart-hawker, halfhearted bought crushed ice lollypop. He tossed down the juicy syrups spread on it with tooth less mouth. The synthetic colored juices spilled on his face and all over his clothes making him and his clothes multihued. So before the nightfall the frosty anger infected his throat badly and he was confined to sip hot herbal tea only.  He knew that herbal tea is so affective that all other viruses get killed. Hence three days and twelve times herbal tea relieved his sore throat. He avoided the icy lollypop but started creamy ice-cream.

One night loud noises and thumping banging sounds of fighting came from his room. Everyone in the family got worried. When they went in the room he was watching an action movie.

One evening he saw the hockey stick of his youth time that his grandson kept it in the store as family’s traditional item. The old man was excited to see it so he brought it out to play again. Being old and aged he couldn’t run so he walked. All the family members watched him in awe like the audience watches the penalty stroke holding their breath and then cheers elatedly when the ball enters the net. He changed his movements and styles so swiftly that everyone was amazed and awhile later the stick gave in used up.

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Image result for images of Hafeez Merathi

Ye baat nirali dile khuddar kare hai

Tadpe hai magar dard se inkar kare hai

It’s my egoistic heart’s strange logic

Restive but never admits, its logic


Wafaon ke badle jafa kar rahe hain

main kiya kar raha hoon Wo kiya kar rahe hain

She deceives me in return of my nobility

What I’m doing and what’s her morality


Ye qadam Qadam balaye ye sawad-e-koye janan

Wo yahin se laut jayen jinhen zindagi ho pyaree.

Obstacles on each step to the beloved’s dwelling

They may return who love life than her dwelling


Bade adab se ghuroor-e-sitamgaran bola

Jab inqalab ke lahje men bezuban bola

Politely replied the tyrant dropping egoistic tone

When the timid and poor spoke in confident tone




It was a fragrant blissful dreamy morning. When his car stopped at the main entrance of the bank, a driver neatly dressed in spotless uniform stepped forward mechanically and opened door for him to step out. He then obediently moving backwards stood at a distance. Three high ranked officers of the bank welcomed him warmly. On his right were two rows of orderly chrysanthemums adding beauty and in front, the palm trees with big leaves washed down with dew drops enhancing the ambiance welcomed him.

He had never experienced such sophisticated reception before. He gracefully walked through the unblemished white and black marble door towards the lift. The liftman courteously opened the door of the sweet fragrant lift and pressing the push button of the lift expertly like a robot, carried him to the second floor. The elegantly dressed high grade officials of the bank waited in the Executive Hall to receive him.

The scent that engulfed the scenario was similar to scent of desert cacti.

He was designated as the President of that bank. It was his first day of executing his official duties.

After formal introduction of senior staff members the ceremony began with the Holy name of Allah. Then one of the officers introduced his prior creditable experience, regarding him as the fresh energetic blood to boost up the bank with his expertise.

The warm ovation of clapping was a grand welcome to him.

Any meeting without the partaking of Staff Union is unlikely. Thus one of the members of the Staff Union was already present there. He was courteously invited to say something.

It was unbelievable to hear him say what was not expected of him. Usually union members complain of being deprived of their stipend though they are the ones who are provided their shares lucratively.

The Institute from where he came was dreadful to even think of. In his last days of working he felt like a chronic patient of hypertension who sees abstract optical illusions whether awake or sleeping. The vague images appeared and disappeared hastily like electric currents passes through aluminum wires making him nervous. But now he felt like walking on vast meadow of soft lush green grass and all his wishes came true.

He was invited on the stage to say words of wisdom. What he said was highly praised with prolonged applause standing ovation. Every single person appreciated heartily with gratitude as he talked about their necessities, problems, his earnest concern and promise to resolve them.

A small gathering enlightened him as well. He experienced new dynamism and energy in him.

He walked to his room with new spirit and strength of mind.

He was cruelly treated in his previous office. He was held responsible for everything that went wrong. He was rebuked and offended. The awards and rewards he was to get were awarded to others. He was least bothered of awards and medals that others ornamented on their chests that were his right.  He only wanted to stand out and excel with his honesty, merit, ability and loyal virtuous conduct.

It seemed in new office as if he changed his self too, with his old dress. With every step he took he felt like flowers blossoming.

It’s not difficult to renew the old building but it is hard to hold back the falling walls and roofs of the building which were broken by the owners themselves. He was thankful and relieved that he quit from that bank before it completely collapsed.

The peon and his personal secretary welcomed him in his office with a humble smile. He also smiling back to them entered with firm determination to serve with dedicated honesty.

Seeing a small office table he thought that unlike huge tables in office are useless actually as heaps of undone files decay there whereas good quality work is promptly and timely completed on small tables. Big tables are like small covering sheets, if cover feet, the body remains uncovered and vise versa

In one corner a black bowl full of countless floating jasmine flowers that made the whole room fragrant with their sweet scent was placed on a stylish stand. A painting of soothing pastel colors was hung above the bowl of jasmine flowers. In short the ambiance of the room was heartening and reassuring.

Feeling elated he sat on his chair. He was mentally and physically so enthralled like dehydrated mud in first rain emits sweet captivating smell.

He glanced at the picture hung on the wall while tipping off the cigar. The painting was no doubt an artistic piece of art of life and leisure

Then he saw the last year’s balance sheet. He was shocked and instinctively whining heaved a deep sigh as if seen a snake under his chair. Before seeing the balance sheet he felt like a brown cloud hovering, or like a boat swiftly floating in cool breeze on the brink of the sea shore, but now the whole scenario had changed. It was like full moon making the waves wild and furious sweeping the dry land on the shore in order to reach the moon.

The painting on the wall looked like an octopus heading to clutch him. Frightened he closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of the chair. ‘Will the amount of fraud and loss get doubled the next year? What if all the credits turn into failure? Is the achievement publicized all skepticism? Will the storm of locust abolish the whole profit?’ He thought. ‘No, no, I won’t let it happen. I will bring to a standstill and change its route.’

He believed in solution prior to problem though its time taking but not impossible.

He knew that the banks introduce new schemes showing more profit and less interest or loans on minimum mark up to attract people, parties and investors to deposit their capital in their bank to cover up the deficit and achieve their targets so there must be some ways to do away with fraud.

The ocean of worries and the full moon started descending and the octopus was also going back inside its frame. He felt fairly at ease.

On third day after his joining he called a meeting of all heads of all departments of the bank. Where other major points were talked about, fraud was also discussed. It was identified that one or the other member of the staff was involved in one way or the other in fraud. Some were fraudulent themselves; some helped others to deceit or due to disregard and inattention.

He was sitting in his room going through the same agony that he experienced in his previous workplace. Same fraud, cheating, disloyalty and selfishness were in practice here. The loss may be double the size of previous year. He was concerned. The market slump will swallow the business and his dedicated honest services of thirty long years will hence go down the drain.

The employees were tearing down and damaging the bank as in his old bank where he served earlier.

Thus the detractors will get a chance to laugh at the incompetent and fruitless service.

The octopus again seemed coming out of the painting to clutch him and the whole air of his office looked as cyclone is smashing away everything. He closing his eyes rested his head against the back of his revolving chair.

When he opened his eyes the pearls of his wisdom emerged like submarine from the deep waters.

He realized that the chair is not to sit only but to think something constructive. He smiled to himself, then laughed and laughed loudly. He got conscious and looked around his office. Everything was at ease and peace.

‘Fraud selling’ he felt happy like sailors who had lost their way and all of a sudden see the birds on the shore.

The meeting where all head of departments joined was without any agenda. Every officer was anxious and worried. When he started speaking the silence got graver in the room. He said; “Matter of the fact is that one or the other member of the staff is involved directly or indirectly in fraud, so what I’m going to share with you today might feel funny to you but its contentment to me. The outcome of my scheme will be fruitful in future. The scheme will not only benefit the bank in making headway but will also be financially advantageous for the staff. I have given this scheme the name ‘Fraud selling.’

The fraud selling amount will be distributed to the staff in lieu of house rent, conveyance, petrol, according to designation.” When he finished his speech the silence in the room was as the room was vacant for years—-no sound—no noise— no echo—— nothing at all…

Every person looked at each other in disbelief and wonder. When he looked he saw some faces very serious and some were shining as if new spirit was blown into their dead bodies.

After sometime one of the officers smiled, the smile then affected each one of them. As a final point they were all laughing with delight like the sun had suddenly risen after sundown.

After the approval of all present there, in the greater interest of the bank, the meeting was adjourned.

The very next day representatives of clerical staff, cleaners and lift men raised voice after its circulation in the bank against the Fraud selling notice. They held banners saying; “Is the senior staff still unsatisfied with theft that now is rewarded with Fraud selling?”

A sweeper held a banner with the words; “We will wipe out the whole bank” another banner read; “NO to fraud— Long live Fraud Selling— long live President of Fraud Selling”

Timely intervene of the Union settled the angry crowd. All grades were granted Fraud Selling according to their post and position. Every employee was rewarded of 5 basic salaries yearly. It was very welcome by one and all. Holy Pilgrimage, weddings and other major events could be easily and happily carried out without being ashamed of deceit or fraud.

The environment of the bank changed like washed in clean and virtuous rain. Every single person carried out his duties diligently feeling liberated from long imprisonment.

One year passed since he joined this bank. Everything was progressing and promising, fragrant and dreamy morning like his first day was when he joined.

The new balance sheet was placed on his table. He looked at the place where amount of fraud is mentioned. Surprisingly fraud was zero. On the contrary profit grew to the highest scale, just like crowd of passengers flock in 3rd class compartment.

It was the most blissful day of his career. For very first time he felt like brown floating cloud hovering, or like a boat swiftly floating in cool breeze on the brink of the seashore!

The balance sheet was similar to honesty, efficiency diligence and ocean of fragrance passing through a narrow channel. Suddenly he saw a folder underneath the balance sheet. He opened the folder with his progressing victorious hands. A letter of complaint was there from the auditor of the main branch that was just below the President Secretariat.

It was written that the Assistant Manager of the bank took out the amount of Fraud Selling two months earlier illegally. The action against him will be instantly taken.





🌸Nine Lessons from Surah Hujurat 🌸

When a glass breaks, the sound of breaking disappears immediately, whereas the glass pieces are scattered all over, hurting whoever walks over it.

Similarly, when you say something that hurts someone’s emotions and feelings, your words disappear, but in the heart remains pain for long.

Therefore, don’t say anything except good and always remember the nine advises and prohibitions that Allah has given in Surah Hujurat (The Surah of manners) before you say anything to anyone:

“Fa Tabayyanu”: Investigate: whenever you receive an information, lest you harm people out of ignorance.

“Fa Aslihu”: Make settlement: between your brothers as believers are brothers.

“Wa Aqsitu”: Act justly: whenever there is a dispute try for settlement and act justly among both parties as Allah loves those who act justly.

4.-لا يسخر:
“La Yaskhar”: Don’t ridicule people, perhaps they may be better than you to Allah.

5.-ولا تلمزوا:
“Wa La Talmizu”: Don’t insult one another.

6.-ولا تنابزوا:
“Wa La Tanabazu”: Don’t call each other with offensive nicknames.

7.-اجتنبو كثيرا من الظن:
“Ijtanibu Kathiiran min Aldhan”: Avoid negative assumptions, indeed some of the assumptions are sins.

8.-ولا تجسسوا:
“Wa La Tajassasu”: Don’t spy on each other.

9.-ولا يغتب بعضكم بعضا:
“Wa La Yaghtab”: Don’t backbite about each other. It’s a major sin equivalent to eating your dead brother’s flesh.

Lastly, Allah says in the Qur’an “Remind, because the reminder benefits believers”.I ask Allah to give us the understanding and the IMAN to benefit from it. Ameen.


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