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It’s a true story about a very handsome ultra modern young man. He belonged to a very educated civilized privileged family. A word from his mouth of any wish was at once fulfilled.

He is the youngest of his seven brothers and 3 sisters. He was born in a Muslim family. But he never practiced any formal religious duties. He would sing dance attend parties and was not less than a playboy. He had a flock of friends. All of them were trendy and easygoing.

When got home late night, he was snubbed scolded by elder brothers and mother.  Having belonged to a cultured and good family with values and virtues followed, so he just listened to hot words with his head down, uttering not a single word.  He slipped in his room quietly for the next day’s plans with his friendsJ

Constant nagging, scolding and asking to get serious to either do job or take care of family business Abdullah decided to get into hotel industry. He joined classes to become a chef.

There he enjoyed the hotel ambiance and learning too. During this one of cousins kept seeing him often. Though Abdullah tried to avoid seeing him as his cousin Shan was trying to guide him to the virtuous path. Consistent effort worked. Abdullah gradually left his friends’ late night parties and dating etc. He started coming early at home. Parents and all family members were pleased to see the positive change in him.

His elder brother who was doing business in Bosnia asked him to join him. Hence Abdullah went to Bosnia. For couple of weeks he just visited sightseeing places. His brother wanted him to get familiar with new environment so he let him do what it pleases him.

One day Abdullah having an inquisitive nature went to a cemetery to see their way of making graves and system. There he saw a young very pretty girl lying under a tree insensible.

Abdullah was a stranger and didn’t know the system of handling problems. But as a human being he knew that he should help her. Thus he carried her to a hospital in cab.

Abdullah used to visit her daily. She was crippled, having only one leg. She had lost hope to live a happy life so addicted to drugs.

Abdullah fell in love with her. Her beauty was mesmerizing. Lara also became fond of him. Abdullah married her. Abdullah’s mother did not approve of this marriage as she wanted him to marry a normal Muslim girl. Abdulla convinced his mother by saying that a normal girl could have met accident and lost her leg then would Abdullah leave her?  Lara was a lucky girl. Abdullah loved her deeply. He washed cleaned cooked everything. She completed her education and became lecturer. Allah blessed with a son.

Abdullah was getting aged and tired of earning and looking after wife and son. So he married a Libyan widow with her 4 children.

Abdullah got one daughter from his new wife. Lara allowed Abdullah without any ill feeling.

Now he has 6 children and two wives. The two families live in separate homes but not far away. All of them are happy. Abdullah is basically a very kindhearted man. He was so handsome and rich that he could easily marry any beautiful girl but he tried to help and be happy

Love begets love!


Miss you——-

Far from the maddening city, there are fields, meadows, pastures, lagoons and a small jungle near the Airport in Faisalabad.  The birds that are seen in National Geography Channel only, are glimpsed and heard their sweet melodious hum early in the morning. Reptiles, jackals, wild rabbits, foxes, pigs and so many other animals were seen there also. I saw most of them during my stay.   It’s a beautiful picturesque area of Pakistan. I have the honor and pleasure of living there for quite some time.

I had a maid Meera, she was in her twenties. I liked her charming personality. After she completed her 10th grade her mother asked her to sit at home. She read magazines and story books I bought. She’s a good story teller too. Whenever she finished her work or doing embroidery she would tell different happenings of that place. One day while oiling my hair, Meera told me a touching true story.   She said that, “several kilometers from where we lived, was a ruined huge mansion in an isolated locale. It belonged to a business icon. Learned and refined Mr. Aslam lived a happy life with is two small daughters and a beautiful wife. There were fruit gardens, fields of sugar cane, wheat and veggies and also a stable. Aslam was fond of Arabian horses. The horses were taken great care of.  Flower beds of seasonal flowers added fragrance and splendor to the garden. The couple enjoyed seeing their daughters play and chuckle. God blessed them with everything. Outside the mansion was a fish pond having variety of fishes. The setting was tempting.  Aslam was a kind and bighearted man. Passersby and well wishers envied while step brothers felt jealous.

He ran a flourishing gold and precious stones business in South Africa.

There he purchased a more luxurious house than the one in Faisalabad, to settle there with his family. As his step brothers always created problems for him.”

Finally the day came. He was coming home. He sat smiling to himself, thinking about his family, in Swiss Airlines to live a peaceful life with his family in Nigeria. He expected his family to greet him at the airport but, something upset him when he saw the chauffer only.

All the way home he sat silent and nervous. He missed a heartbeat to see people waiting for him. His step brother Rashid stepping forward told him that his family died the night before whilst sleeping. Nobody knew the cause of their tragic death. Rashid tried to comfort him saying he had taken control of the affairs.

Mr. Aslam didn’t expect the tear-jerking news. He got his nervous breakdown. He couldn’t recover from the deep shock. He became a drifter. Never stayed at one place but restlessly kept moving in the same vicinity.

Aslam lost his business and property. The step brothers cheated on him.

The fish pond turned to a stagnant water puddle. Mosquitoes, flies and creepy-crawly insects increasing pollution all around with venom and awful stink. The garden and fields became fruitless and dead. Weeds, shrubs and wild bushes attract goats and cows. Caretakers of their animals relax their exhausted body under thick bushes or lean against a knoll there. Meanwhile their animals enjoy grazing. The setting sun and falling night overshadow the light so the people hurry to leave that place. That old deserted house looks haunted at night. Darkness adds a scene of lost souls and supernatural powers boogie, playing clanging instruments. The isolated locale is scary at night. People avoid passing by.

Shabbily clothed in rags having weird looks with tangled hair and old shoes, an old man came there every Sunday with the rising sun. Silence prevailed as everyone slept being an off day.

Spreading an old tattered mucky blanket he sat at the side of a knoll with eyes closed in deep thinking.  After some time he took out his flute from same soiled bag, to play a mystical note. Birds flying in the air came down, cats, dogs, ducks and passersby gathered around him. It seemed as if they felt comfort and relief in hearing his flute which mesmerized the whole scenario that polluted area.

No one could ever think that he was Aslam, who was a handsome and cultured business icon once.

Years have passed. The death is still a mystery.


It was strange that He never forgot  the day of his  fabulous wedding. Hence every year on 25th December he especially came there. Lay flowers and recited the following;

Remember, I miss you when———

The Poplar blooms

The Pine blubber

The Cyprus whimper

Remember, I miss you

The Moon shines

The spring trickles

The Jasmine emits fragrance

 Remember, I miss you!

The Partridge whines

 The Cherries ripened

The sparrows tweet

Remember, I miss you!

 The Ravi wobbles

The Chenab grouches

The Sutlej is jittery

Remember, I miss you!

The Shoots sprout

The Cuckoo coos

The Lightening cracks

Remember, I miss you!

 The Sun sets,

The Star dies

The Traveler is misled

Remember, I miss you!

 The Clouds holler

The Rains slobber

The Hearts clobber

Remember, I miss you!

 I was so touched to hear this story. I prayed for the souls to rest in peace and Aslam to recover from his grief.

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