THIS IS HOW FRIENDSHIP BREAKS

THIS IS HOW FRIENDSHIP BREAKS
Both friends will think that they are too busy
They will not contact each other thinking it may be disturbing
As time passes, both will think... "let the other contact me"
After a while, each will think... "why should I contact first?"
Here, your love will gradually be converted to pride
Finally, without contact, the memory becomes weak
They forget each other...
One day they will meet and blame one another
So, let's keep in touch, my dear friend
I don’t wanna be one of those kind of friends
So here I am saying,
I miss you! And hope that all is well with you?
Life is no fun without FRIENDS
It's "World Best Friends Week." Send this to all your good friends. Even me, if I am one of them.
See how many you get back... If you get more than 3 you are really a lovable person...
I am waiting!
Azad

HE PUSHED HIS FINGER IN WOUND

HE PUSHED HIS FINGER IN WOUND.

After all, there will be some reason for lacerating yourself daily? Why don’t you allow your wounds be healed up?

I asked the question to the sick man , who was a friend to me. As I was told that he is excoriating his wounds every day. About two months before , he was operated and was unable to walk. Laying on the bed. On my question , he changed his side.

“ The injury you are seeing , it hurts me for a while when I lecrate it . This pain relaxes my inner pains.”

He looked at me with flooded eyes.

“ I want to die once not every day. I want to face my death one time not daily. I have no charms of life any more”

  Why so? I asked

“ Do you know Mr SK ?“

He quoted the name of very well known person in the society. A blessed one with all luxuries of life. A known social activist and political figure.

“ He is a very nice fellow.” I replied.

“ He is my real son. I did a lot hardship to grow him , to educate him. I was a poor Rikshaw Driver”

His eyes were flowing with no pause.

“ This my wounds are very painful. I can not control myself , when pain starts. Even I scream some time. He was angry and was saying all the time that I have disturbed his life. A few days ago , he cut down my bed and bring me to this house”

He pointed at his wife.

“ From that day , this my wife and me are here. We both are neglected now. No one came even to ask neither for medicine nor for food. This lady is still in strong opinion that He will come”

He took a long breath and started to cry a loud.

“ I don’t want to see him in my life. I want to die, I want to die”

He pushed his finger into the wound again.

Next day , early morning he got rid of both inner pain and the pain of wounds. He was called back to his Creator.

Azad Hashmi

AN ABANDONED DEAD BODY

AN ABANDONED  DEAD BODY

 In a lonely quiet and overcast darkness of  the street.  I was shocked by someone's greived voice ,  it was a strange anguish and distress in the voice.

 It seemed as if someone has chained up  my feet .  This was a miserable that a very old woman laying on the floor , among crawling insects and ants around her.

I called her many time , but no response back. Then I shook her foot , she opened the eyes.
"Mom, Are you sick" I asked her.
"No son - I'm in pain because of fatigue" She replied
"Have you eaten something?" I asked - The answer was "No" -
After managing meals for her , I asked to know more . She took only a few bites.
"Where are you from? where is your home?" I asked after she finish eating.
"I have no home"
I felt that there is pain and complaint in her answer . Her tone was trembling saying this. I was in opinion not to push her in more depression.
"Mom ! where do you like to go. I will manage the taxi for you" I asked but she did not respond me Yes or No.
"Son! Mostly mothers looses their senses in this age , they become crazy . Their kids gets annoyed from them . I am one of those mothers”

She screamed and started to cry.
"I'm a crazy mother. How long I will be alive more ? If they have a little more patience to bear my crayness. I can die in peace”

“ The childern never think , that how they are grown up. No one can realise the sacrifice a mother to grow up their children.” She cleaned her face with the dirty cloth.

“ Mom! If you like to go with me , I will be much obliged for your kindness. My mother has passed away , a year before. “

I was unable to hide my tears.
"No my son, I will feel more pain about behaviour of my own children when staying with you. Now you go. You have to obey me like a nice son”

 “ I will go in the dawn”  She was not agree to move with me at any cost,
"Where will you go? “ I asked again.

“ I have a destination , I will go. You relax . I will go before the dusk “

Next morning , when I went to see here. She laying dead on the dirty wet floor. There was no mother. There was AN ABANDONED  DEAD BODY.

AZAD HASHMI

I HATE EDUCATED ONES

“ I HATE EDUCATED ONES”
The innocent child was sitting in one corner of the Mosque . Praying with full attention and begging from the Lord. He was begging by sheding the tears to his hands.  This dedication of the prayers is never seen in this childhood unless some body is blessed by Lord.  This way of praying and begging comes to the persons in old age , only if someone is rewarded by ALMIGHTY.

The dress was pudding, but very clean , his cheeks were wet with flowing tears from his red eyes , that was the sign of continuous weeping for a long.

Everybody in the Mosque was looking at him , and he was completely unaware that others are observing him.

I went to him to ask.
"What did you was praying? What was asking to ALLAH ?"
I asked
"My father has died, was begging heaven for him , my mother keeps crying after death of my father ,was begging  patience for her, my sister always insists for toys and toffees , was begging money to buy that "
"Do you go School ? " My question was a to know about himself.
"Yes , I do " He replied
"In which class you are?" I inquired further.
"Uncle ! I am not going school to read, I am going to sell toffees , pencils , sharpeners to the school children to raise some money for my sister “

I felt a sensation of chilling my body to listen that.
"You don’t have any relative around ?"
I do not even want to ask , but I asked this question.
"I don’t  know ,Mother says that there is no relative of the poor - Mom does not tell a  lie.

“Uncle! but I think my mother sometimes tells us lie , when we eat food, I keep watching her ,  when I say Mom Eat, then she  says ,  I have already eaten " His tears were playing in his eyes again.
"Son, if you get a all expenses of livelihood , will you like to go school ?" I asked.
"Not at all" he replied with a bitter tone.
" Why" I insisted to know the reason.
"I hate the educated people , I hate them . They are bad people. They are always proud. They never like to talk the poor ones. I am coming this Mosque daily in all prayers. My father was also regular in every prayer here. No body have asked me , that Why am I coming alone?”
Baby started crying
"Uncle ! Those who know that my father has died , they all are stranger to me. This is why , I don’t like to be educated"
I was ashamed to hear his feelings and the behave of such educated ones , who have no feelings for the deserving human beings.
AZAD HASHMI

WILL YOU LIKE TO GO SCHOOL?

WILL YOU LIKE TO GO SCHOOL?

Very cute boy, who was eight years old , was  polishing shoes sitting on the road side - I asked him. He looked at me , and spoke in a trembling tone.
"No Uncle , I don’t like to go school"
I was astonished to listen it , that why his answer was so bitter.

There  were no signs of childhood on his face .

 I have never seen a maturity of a boy in this age  , which I experienced on his face.  I made my mind to know the reason , behinde the “NO:

I was dreaming that , these hands are not for polishing the boots. These hands are to hold the pen and paper.
"Why my Son, why don’t you like to go school? “
He listened to me and started running brush like a machine - I repeatedly questioned - so he started to cry.
"Uncle my Dad died one month ago - my mom is sick, she needs medicine daily, doctor says  if she will not get medicine,  she will die . I need medicine for mother not books for me.”

He was saying all that without stopping the brush.

“ At the evening , what I get , I go to buy medicine , remaining some breads for my little sister .and mother. If I will go school , It will kill my mother and my sister”

I was feeling guilty to listen all. Was looking around to calculate the luxuary cars running on the roads. No body has the time to ask such orphans , such widows.
Is it not the resposibility of our society? I asked many questions to myself and was ashamed to call myself civilized.
AZAD HASHMI