something Unusual

In those days I was living in hostel in Khi, doing my Intermediate.

I used to visit my friends whenever I get a weekend leave.

my leave used to be from Friday after noon till Sunday evening.

I used to spend all this time with my best childhood friend.

our favorite sitting place was the railway platform near our home.

we would sit there for hours.

we discuss everything

from John keats to Sa'aadat Hassan munto, and from politics to religion, all the new things that were taking place

those were amazing times

we were carefree

but still there was some restlessness

there was some empty space in me

there was something that I was lacking

I tried to figure what this thing is ?

what that thing could be ?

That big question mark started hurting me.

irritation and pain got unbearable

I started looking for a refuge

one day when I was returning to my hostel after sports time in evening

It was the time for Maghrib prayers

A friend of mine said: ابے کافر کبھی تو بھی نماز پڑھ لیا کر

for a moment I laughed and then I decided

lets try.

I felt very light and easy after prayers

then after dinner i went for Isha and on and on.....................

It was a good experience that i was having

and I didn't notice in those days that, that Question mark had gone

I was feeling satisfied and content.

I used to think about running away from all this.

But I never realised that i can not

The fate/destiny will not let me.............

I was unaware if HIS power.

But I tried a lot

جن کے پیروں میں بھنور بندھے ھوں وہ کہاں بھاگ سکتے ھیں۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔