http://hajira.tigblog.org/ What's on the minds of young leaders from around the globe? en-us http://hajira.tigblog.org/post/552573 I am a camera
I've records many people
some old records
some new ones.
I've records of two sisters
I made it from their window
recording them
quarrelling over a doll
while their mom
is out for shopping
and there is none to stop them.
Soon their quarrel
changes to a fight
they scratch each others faces
and pull each others hair
when suddenly their mom
enters the house
their hearts slip from fear
and sit quiet in a corner
like good girls.
One day these photos
will have progression
to remind the girls
of their young hood.

(18 October 2006)
]]> Sat, 13 Dec 2008 00:00:00 EST http://hajira.tigblog.org/post/552573 34.4302778 70.452777834.430277870.4527778 http://hajira.tigblog.org/post/552571 I remember the day
when some foreign soldiers
entered our house
and took my dad away
my innocent and helpless dad.
From that day on
we never saw him again
and don’t know
whether he is dead or alive.
My mom waited for his return
for almost 25 years,
she did hard work
and tolerated every hardship
to earn something
to raise us
and educate us.
Till one day
Allah decided
to end her difficulties
And shorten her wait.
I can never forget
that day
when a bullet came
and it hit her head.
she collapsed on the ground
with a stream of blood
pouring from her.
I tolerated that scene
seeing my dearest mom
lying in an ocean of blood.
she breathed her last
and I could
to do nothing
except cry.
I buried my mom
with my own hands.
Now I have none
except my younger sister
enjoined on me
by mom
to take care of her
and lavish love upon her.
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Old Age

I will be so sad to become old,
To come out of the precious age like gold,

Today or tomorrow, it is a coming doom,
Thinking about which sits on me a gloom.

By becoming old I will have white hair,
Which I looking in the mirror I will not bear.

I will have wrinkles all over my face,
I will have a walking stick to walk a pace.

While walking I would fold,
I will shiver as if I feel cold.

I will not be able to have a long walk,
I love to open the “knot of my heart” by a talk.

When someone speaks, I will not hear,
Till they come to me and shout in my ear.

Not being able to wear colourful cloths,
I would dislike it as every lady loathes.

I will miss my youthful days,
While going on in my old ways.

(March 20, 2006, Islamabad)

http://andwaal.blogspot.com/
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