Archive for January, 2018

The Culprit – a short story

January 20, 2018

a random thought turned into a short story, read out at an open mike session in Lahore on January 19, 2018

The Culprit – story

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January 18, 2018

service stopped in unauthorised churches in abbottabad

January 15, 2018

adhi adhi iint ki masjid

teri meri zamin pae

qabza kar k banti hai

aur kissi ki jaiz ibadat

register ho tau banti hai!

bas security kay naam ko lae kar

sia bhi safeed ho jata hai

dekho kaisa dastoor banaya

mera ghalat tera sahi ban jata hai!

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https://www.dawn.com/news/1383019

14/15 jan 17

14:49 hours

lets start

January 11, 2018

it’s never too late to start an important initiative

RiP AM Asghar Khan

January 5, 2018

inna lillah hae wa inna ilay hae rajeoun

an icon

a hero for many including me

a person of impeccable character and great presence

we won’t have another like him again

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peshawar 1960’s

my younger brother Basit Ahmed Malik and i had made a scrapbook on the PAF by pasting newspaper pictures of PAF in it, one afternoon on a whim we both rode our bicycles to Air House at the top of The Mall in peshawar and told the guard we wanted to meet the C in C.

no tall walls no barriers (but that is another country and place that i talk of)

the guard went in and came back to take us to the sun room on the side from where we had a view of the immaculately kept lawn, and in walked the ‘chief’

we showed him the scrap book, had him autograph his picture in it and came back feeling like alexander at jhelum.

1977 karachi PNA movement – i was on martial law duty, and even there he stood out from the crowd and impressed

in 2008 i was with an ADB project and our partner was SEBCON i saw late omer asghar’s picture there and learned it was his setup.

one day an office that was usually closed was open and dusted and in walks air marshal asghar khan, i met him and reminded him of the scrapbook meeting and he smiled, oh you remember it still he said with a twinkle in his eyes!

a rare breed of men gone and our youth will never know them as for them polarisation is the game not tolerance, understanding or love!

be blessed sir

sane voices will miss your voice in Pakistan