Good-bye Taya Jaan

Good bye Taya jaan! May Allah grant my Taya Abdullah a highest place in heaven. You were an amazing man. 

How you treated me like a friend. 

Whenever I met him on Eid, he gave me Eidi and used to say, "I can't forget how you served us and helped us in Qadian in 2005." 

     Taya Abdul Qadir (on the left) and Taya Abdullah (on the right) in white turbans. (Qadian, 2005) 

Whenever I went to village, he said the same thing. He was always thankful to me for that little service. 

He was kind to all his sons and daughters, to his brothers and sisters and to all his friends. He served as Sadr Jamaat in our village. He was always the first one to enter the mosque for fajar prayer. Although he was aged but he used to open the locked door of mosque himself and offered Nawafil in the early morning when everyone was asleep. He was always worried about Jamaat. 

My chacha told me how he asked him about Chanda Waqf-e-Jadeed in the last few days of his life. How he was so worried about that. 

I must say he was a saint. There will be no person who won't admit his kindness by just meeting him once. 

Today, I went to village, everyone was sad and talking good about him.  

I remember when I met him on Eid-ul-Azha, he prayed for me and told me that we should pray for each other. He told me that I will be healthy and fit. 

There are some people we are sure in our life that God will be happy from them. My taya jaan was one of them. 

May Allah enable his family to be patient and follow his footsteps and May Allah bless his soul. Ameen! 

Happy Independence Day

(It is said that in Quaid e Azam's Pakistan, Jogendranath Mandal (Hindu) Minister of Law, 

Sir Zafarullah Khan (Ahmadi) Minister of Foreign Affairs and Alvin Robert Cornelius (Christian) were

Chief Justice of Pakistan?)

The land that was founded on the grounds that Muslims were unable to lead their lives according to the teachings of Islam and was founded on the grounds that minorities could live freely and pass their lives calmly according to their teachings. Yes! I am talking about my land, my country Pakistan.

Muslims ruled the subcontinent for a long time and when their downfall came and they saw that they were deprived of their rights, they needed a new land. So we got Pakistan because our rights were not being fulfilled in the subcontinent and our culture was different.

We even promised minorities that their rights would be given to them and invited them to join our beloved Pakistan.

Now what we have done to our people? 

These so called politicians have ruined our land, snatched away the rights of its own citizens by passing rules against them. Protecting the extremists on every level by modifying the laws, giving them time to spread hatred towards others, fearing them, protecting them and hiding behind them. 

Whenever some Muslim kills a person from a minority, he accuses him of blasphemy law and walks free! 

People are dying because of their beliefs and because of hunger, thirst and floods but our priorities are building roads, increasing taxes, indulging in the acts that result in nothing but waste of time and giving more time to these promising and looting politicians. 

We sit all day long watching news channels, watching these politicians fighting and accusing each other, watching them fight over old cases and doing nothing but wasting our time! 

What we are not doing is the fulfillment of the promise on which this land was found. Rights of minorities have been snatched away. People have to hide their beliefs in this Quaid's land which was founded in the name of religion. They have to face hatred from the majority on every level. 

Still, instead of demanding a new land, minorities are ready to live in this country with the haters and  demand their rights in a peaceful away, even though they have lost their loved ones in the name of religion and are still losing them even today.

Happy Independence Day to you dear politicians and dear religious hate-inciting-so-called-scholars. The day will come when the people of Pakistan will rise and on that day Pakistan will be the land for all to live peacefully and you will be punished by God for your evil acts, sins and damage you have done to the citizens of this land. 

PAKISTAN ZINDABAD!

Life of a Patient

I was away from blogging for some while as I was busy finding a story. So, finally I have found one.

A story of a boy who stayed about 28 days in the hospital in the same room.

After having many blood transfusions for almost one and a half year he was finally admitted to the hospital for the bone marrow transplant procedure for his treatment of blood cancer.

They inserted the CV line (catheter placed into a large vein in the neck) on the first day.

The next day, a barber came and told him he needed a hair cut because his hair were eventually going to fall. So he got all his hair removed from the head. He was still looking a bit handsome with bald head and a light beard that he also lost after the transplant.

Next day they started chemotherapy that lasted for three consecutive days. 29 tablets along with intravenous infusions and intravenous injections.

He had to go to bathroom every 20 minutes for urination along with the stand carrying the infusions that made him so much tired.

Then came a day of rest. That wasn't actually a day of rest for him. It was the day he started having side effects. Diarrhea, nausea, vomiting, loss of appetite etc.

He then got chemotherapy for another 4 days. Those were the bad days for him. Doctors used to call him a good patient from his smile but he turned out to be a sad one for them after the side effects.

Then came the day of transplant. They took 1 litre of bone marrow from his brother and transfused into his body through the CV line. They said it was his new birthday.

Then he waited for two more weeks for the new bone marrow to work. Finally it started working and he was discharged.

That day was the happiest day of his life.

Now he goes for check up twice every week. He is taking about 20 tablets daily now.

He can't eat his favorite pizzas, burgers or tikkas and can't hangout with his friends.

During his stay he hated every helper that came into his room. They bothered him a lot.

These were the sentences that made him hate them:
"Get up! We have to change the bed sheets."
"Go take a bath and change your clothes. We have to get them washed."

Breakfast at 7:00, Tea break at 10:00, Lunch at 12:30, Dinner at 18:00. Along with those impossible eating times for him and with lost appetite he had to listen them saying:

"Eat early! We have to return the dishes!" :@

He is not allowed to work or hangout too much in public places but he still looks motivated.

He has hope that in the cell in which he is fighting the disease, he will make the disease tap-out and make himself walk out that cell winning the fight like a hero. 

Hope

There he was, lying on his bed, thinking about his past. How he was so free in his childhood. He was the youngest in all his siblings. He got whatever he wished for. Everybody loved him. He grew up and started making plans to make his life better. He was aware that in order to live a great life he should be working hard. He was a good athlete. He was a good learner too. When he was about to achieve his first step towards success, he got ill. He was a planner and he had planned his life and wanted to achieve every goal. But he was ill. A player, a learner, a dreamer had his life stucked. He couldn't move on. Whenever he tried to made his mind towards achieving something, he thought about his illness which was a very big hurdle in his path. Doctors had forbidden him from working.

He is still in that state. He can't do anything but to wait for the miracle to happen. All his plans are doomed. His life is stucked just as the clock stops ticking. He is still hopeful that the miracle will happen. Hope is the thing that only strong people can believe upon. He just doesn't want to give up. He challenges the life everyday.

The only thing that kills him is that he is stucked and he can't move on.

Still, he has hope. He has hope in the one who created him. He is strong in his belief that if He can give him pain, He is much more powerful to take it away!