دو متوازی خطوط اور وجہ حیات
We were in Maisam’s father’s welding shop.
Maisam’s father: Do you know this was not my shop at that time, I had another shop in the city, and One day some people in a black car attacked shops in Bazar & started firing. I hid & my brother & a fellow shopkeeper fired in our defense, I hid in the shop, in firing the car driver got shot & he crashed the car in our shop. All of them were killed & I survived. My shop was burned due to that car. I left that shop after some time.
Maisam’s Uncle (Sifat Ali) entered the shop.
Maisam’s father: Here comes my brother, His name is Sifat Ali, He loves fighting (Laughing) and He has his own gun. He used to show Maisam & other kids his gun so they could defend themselves when needed.
Sifat Ali greeted me.
Sifat Ali : Fighting is not my Passion but it is a necessity & I feel the responsibility to fight. if you live in jungle you have to live by its rules. There were times when one group attacked & the people on the other side were not aware of the attack, they would run away & leave their house & belongings while their dinner would be fresh & warm on their table. I imagine if my family has to flee that way in an attack or god forbid if they can’t run. What then?
That is why fighting is necessary for one’s defense.
Sifat Ali explained his point of view.
Sifat is right that fighting to defend one’s self is important & we must do it as without that we would not survive but I will never accept violence as it creates an unending cycle, one person will kill another & the one taking revenge will do the same & it continues. These conflicts has done nothing but increased the numbers of orphans in Parachinar but here in Parachinar fighting & peace are like two parallel lines that may never meet but both are at times important to live.
Maisam is inspired by his father & mother a lot, He has made a bust sculpture of his father & named it “وجہ حیات (The reason to live).
His mother loves him more than her life, The last day when I was leaving Parachinar, She had started calling me “Zoi” (Son). As I was friend of her Son & at the point living in her son’s room. Last day in Parachinar I took a photograph of his mother too.
When I was showing the photos after returning to Lahore. At last I showed him his mother’s & fathers photos.
Maisam : They are the reason I live, My mother for the kindness & love that she shows & my father who has taught me the most important things in life. They are worth living for. The war or the fights or blast that we will keep talking about maybe for the whole life is not what we wished for. We do not see any benefit in that, the person loves the war who gains some benefit out of that & we are not the one.
“Pa chaman k ka gulona ka azghi mri / Kho zma da kor khaist zma sparli mri / Da me nura badbakhti na da nu sa dee / Pa pradi jang k zma da kor zmari mree”
Sahib Shah Sabir
(“If it is flower or the thorn which are being destroyed / These all are the beauties of my house, dying / What should I call it if not my bad luck? / The brave men of my home dying in a war of others”).