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|Bush, Bin Ladin and Taja (standard:other, 1054 words)|
|Author: Muhammad Nasrullah Khan||Added: Jan 04 2002||Views/Reads: 1906/1190||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A common man who was living innocently becomes the victim of war between Bush and Ladin.|
Bush, Bin Ladin and Taja By Muhammad Nasrullah Khan Almost three months have passed. Tides of death have swallowed the burnt bones of theTaliban. The faces of children have become old in these three months. The wrinkles on their faces look as if they have lived three centuries in a cruel world. They will enter the New Year with blank eyes. These thin children will stand in the dirty streets staring at people passing by, searching for their lost mothers. Their empty eyes are widened to see the dazzling lights of foreign cameras. The flashes capture their withered faces. But the children are unable to understand this drama, because they do not know that pain is the most valuable commodity in the human market. Soon these pictures will become important and the children will be left behind in the darkness. These pictures will be hung on the bright walls of galleries, but the human souls will be forgotten forever. The convoys of political genius can be viewed on the bright screens, explaining the situation with their twisted tongues. The swollen intellects have become more abstract. Their genius is revolving around "IF if Bush had done this" "if Bin Laden would have been crushed earlier; if Taliban"---and many more IFS. It seems if course of history takes place by their balloon-like brain. These big brains do not perceive the very small basic truth-- there is no victory in war, the death of even one innocent existence is the humiliation of God. The ultimate achievement of victory is the murder of humanity first in New York, then in Afghanistan, and then in---who knows? War is the endless twister which swallows millions of people. It will keep on moving from the east to the west and then west to east, unless man overcomes his lust of conquering others. Unfortunately, man will never overpower it! War and its ambition washes away thousands of ordinary people who have no concern with it. They are very common folks, many of whom never knew the name of the Twin Towers or of the Giant Ladin. They live to fill the ever-empty stomachs of their little children. These simple souls are used as the fuel of war-fire. In the USA or in Afghanistan the people who were killed were living with dreams in their eyes. They did not have any desire to conquer bin Ladin or George W. Bush. Now they are talking about the restoration of the Towers and of Afghanistan, but who will restore the dreams that are lost in the eternal dark valley of death? Taja was also one of these thousands of victims. He lived in the slum area of a remote town in Pakistan. He was a sweeper of the small area of that town, where I have been living for these last many years. I think his name was Taj Maseeh, but everybody called him Taja. Poor people have never complete names, like their incomplete existence. Taja used to wake me up after sweeping the entire street. He had a lot of stories to tell me which I never listened to completely, for I had my own stories half-written-- stories like the half-opened graves. He was a wonderful singer too and often was ready to blast out his new songs. In the evening he used to perform small roles at the local theatre. Once he also took me to his heaven. I had no interest in those plays but on his stress I went to see the opening ceremony. The special event of that play was that it began with a soft romantic song, and the singer of that song was Taja. There was great applause for that song and I saw the happiness in Taja's wet eyes. The next day when he came, he was not in high spirits. He told me that nobody appreciated him, all the credit was given to the actor on the stage, nobody cared about the real man behind the role. He told me that he would quit performing in such a mean environment. But this was not the first time he'd thought this, he had decided to quit many times before. But as a new play started. he would go to the theatre with a new spirit, as a moth moves towards candle. Taja was born to perform behind the curtain. Nobody ever appreciated the real man standing in the dark background. All the applause was for the actors, standing on the glaring stage. The original creator always remains in the darkness like God. What is the relation of Taja with Bush or Ladin? You must be thinking about the inconvenient and abstract plot of the story. But how can I harmonize the plot of the story when Taja had a plotless life? Such characters live without unity of plot and die without any significant resolution. He was a Christian in a Muslim society, as Muhammad Rafeeq Click here to read the rest of this story (26 more lines)
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