Ilm Deen Again

by afatqiamat

Last week I met that  Beggar Contractor at the beach ,  with his Kid , he was using his own Kid as his ” machine ” ..but perhaps last week , the inner father in him woke up and he took his kid to beach  , not as a machine / contractor …but as a father /son .. i don’t know about them how they felt… the kid definitely seemed to have the time of his Life , so i guess  his father too would have had a different experience , I for sure was filled with a  sacred  light of happiness… while coming   back to my Khooli , I thought i saw Ilm deen … then wondered all the way back , where was he , how was he …and what latest on him…

Ilm Deen [ fictitious  name of a REAL person ] , has been grinding his Life for the past , God knows how many years , I have seen a very healthy , upright , honest , likeable and always smiling and helpful person turn into a shadow of himself , right before my eyes within a few years

..he had an accident and that turned his life upside down , every one started abandoning him , first his luck and with it his wealth , then his relatives , then his co-leagues , then his Wife and his children  , then his brother , then his Parents , and the guy for no apparent fault of his own , getting burden after burden of harshness on his shoulder … his is a very common story , spread all around us, yet we immersed in our own world  , dont’ see it … perhaps there is no shock value in such stories , so we do not take any interest in it..

Any way … I was thinking about him … and  two days later I did find him , sitting alone , like always on his  usual place at  his usual hotel , Quetta Talash hotel , there was a cup of tea in front of him … I approached him , we exchanged pleasantries and i sat beside him ., I had a long hard  discreet look at him , trying to see any change   ..Yes , his cloths were clean , well ironed and he was wearing them regally as always , don’t know he has an air of  regalilty  about him , which would always remind me Henry Wolton’s famous poem , we used to study at school…


” …..this Man is free from Servile Bands
Of hopes to rise or Fear to fall .”

Lord of himself , though not of Lands

and having nothing yet hath all …. ” .


… this is something that is common between him and me , thats why i always relate to him, somehow……… I think ….!!

..any way , I asked how is life …. and he in a  nonchalant way   said .. the same   ” Cruel ” … then a hint of a sarcastic smile appeared on  his lips , but he controlled it …

.. I kept silent …

..he too … we both remained silent for quiet some time… then he said … you know  , my brother too has cheated me .  I kept silent .   then he went on and said…    My father gave  my brother Power of Attorney to our house  for Tax purposes , he was getting old , and i was not in Karachi , and there were some legal matters  with  House Building Corporation as well as other Utility companies  , I did not knew it… you know I don’t live at our house , just go in the night to sleep there , that all , …

Then one day he said ., Pack up we are moving ..and then it revealed to me , that he has silently without telling any one sold the house  , my father and mother are in old age   .and completely dependent on him , beside my mother too helped him , she was the one who gave him the Property documents , without telling any one , not even my father … we knew only when , he told us to Pack ….

….and from a  684 Yards nice open air and good house  , he moved us to a , what he says is 200 yards , but i figure it is hardly  120 yards  house in Clifton

… my father , who is in his often not in his senses , some how musterd courage and asked him , how has he sold the house , without  telling any one…??

… he did not answered that … he did not tell … for how much he has sold the house …and in how much he has  bought that  120-200 yard  thing …

all he said , whatever I got  from the sale of  that large house , all of it is used up in buying this crap …

… I was shocked …. it  hit me like a hammer  , so the homeless guy was homeless again…. , I looked up to him …and asked , why didn’t you did any thing….

..he remained silent …. silent for a long time… then said…  for whom … should i do any such thing … I have no nothing , no family , no home , …even my mother always sides with my brother , and for whom should now I do any such thing….

.. I said for your self , or for you parents… !!

he said , Parents…? i am a realist … in my present situation all i need is one  dingy  mattress to sleep on … I earn my own , am not burden on any one , my wife has left me , and me with working  all day out  , I cannot take  care of my parents…. at the moment its him  who keeps them , feeds them , ..and take a bit of care of them …..  yes this is life ….  he found the apportunity to strike and he did….  this is the price he has extracted ….!!

…then before i could say anything… stood up and went away ……

..and All i could do was …………… Nothing ..  with lots of unanswered question , crawling all over in my mind


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