The life as i see it.

Agha Inamullah 31 st December 2017 میرِعرب کوآئی ٹھنڈی ہواجہاں سے The first song from English music that ever struck my ear drums was “By the rivers of Babylon” by a musical group called Boney M during my school days in 1978. Following year we witnessed the hanging of first Soldier of battle of Medina Sani. While the rivers of Babylon have flown blood since nearly three decades now, preparations seem complete for an apparent same fate for mighty Indus from footholds of Kashmir Mountains to Kolachi shore, to bleed. While the mighty powers across the borders or within are busy occupying resources facilitating one world system, the weak treasured with mineral wealth are being eliminated and enslaved within their territories, from Myanmar to Mosul.  The bloody civilians of Medina Sani are going through same agony at the hands of same corporate brokers. A 20 mile long and many a miles square air filed for air force, in the heart of Medina Sani is a good sign, ...

Dr Agha Inamullah Khan 19th Nov 2017 My legs were sore, and feet felt heavy as if elephant paws thumping and denting the muddy drenched soil, as I walked pass different bogies to reach my air-conditioned compartment. I often avail that luxury when I am on a long journey, or when it’s too crowded to find a seat in non-ac bogie. Otherwise I like to communicate with people who could afford to travel on economy class only. Because this is the real social capital of Pakistan, that needs to be taken care of. I was rather drifting, as if when a convict is pushed to gallows, with heavy metal shackles around ankles cross chained to metal shackles around wrists, and I tried to divert my attention, thinking of my wife’s gold bangles mortgaged in bank for taking a loan that we used to add in amount to buy a house in Karachi’s comfort zone. And I recalled my granny’s silver heavy anklets, more than a century old, lying abandoned which I often look at to sail back in history and fascinate...

تحرير ڊاڪٽر آغا انعام الله 25 سيپٽمبر 2013 سنڌ جي گهراڻن ۾ جيڪڏهن نرينا اولاد جي ڄمڻ ۾ تاخير ٿي ته گهر جي مرد جي نسبت عورت ڪجهه وڌيڪ پاڻ کي غير محفوظ محسوس ڪندي آهي، ۽ ان آس ۾ ته ڪڏهن باري تعاليٰ کيس ان نعمت سان نوازيندو، پنهنجي طور جاکوڙ ڪندي هڙئي هيلا بهانا تلاش ڪرڻ جي جستجو ۾ هر دم پريشان رهندي، ڪڏهن ڊاڪٽرن، حڪيمن، يا ڪنهن عاملن جي ور چڙهي پنهنجي سڄي هڙه تاويزن ۽ سنڌن ٻڌايل دڳ پنڌ تي هلڻ ۾ پورو ڪندي آهي، يا وري پوءِ آسرا پلي سنڌس عقيدي مطابق ڪنهن الله جي ولي جي مزار تي گڙگڙائيندي التجائن ۾ پاڻ گهاريندي آهي. سنڌس  پريشاني جي ٻي وڏي وجه، مڙس جي ممڪنا ٻي شادي جنهن سان هن جي محبت جي ظالمانه  جبري وراهست جو ڊرپ ۽ گهرجي اُن سلطنت ۾ پوندڙ ممڪنا ڏار پوڻ جي انديشي کي محسوس ڪندي، هو پاڻ کي ڪا پراڻي بيڪاراخبار سمجهندي، مسلسل موت مار خوف وچان ڀڄ ڊُرڪ ۾ مشغول ڏسڻ ۾ اچي ٿي. کيس ساوري گهر جا تعنا، اوڙي پاڙي کان يا سنگتاڙين جي هر وقت اُن سي اءِ ڊي اسٽائيل پڇا ڳاڇا لاءِ تيار رهڻو پوي ٿو. اهڙي ئي خوف وچان منهنجي گهر واري پڻ ڪجهه وقت گهاريندي، ٽن نياڻن بعد، 25 سيپٽمبر 2004 تي،...

Bogie No.8, 13 Up Dr. Agha Inamullah Karachi to Jungshai since April 5th 2017 Acknowledgement: I offer my humble gratitude and a big Thank You to  the poor whose helplessness taught me patience. The old crippling routine beggars without a life, or precisely life without a choice whom I encountered on my routine daily journey. A hypo manic elderly who often smiled, and asked for  some money and then always came back with some sweets for me. His favorite was Baalu Shahi. A chat with an 85 years old retired government employed Mid wife who was travelling alone to visit her son in Rahim yar khan. An old beggar on crutches, with one bottle tied to each crutch; one containing water, and the other his medicine. The Shevadari (Priest) from the temple in Jhempir who taught me lessons on humanity qouting verses from Koran. The helpless elderly sleeping in corridors of Bogie, or leaning beside exit doors with no money to buy ticket. The shoe polishers, disabled newspa...