Almost famous
Saturday, 26 April 2025
My friend SAJS is very nostalgic about his past – his childhood days when he would jump in the canal flowing next to his village, like all other kids of his village did in the summers. He would watch children playing pebbles, a favourite game in the villages, or perhaps he also joined in and bagged all the pebbles from others (or perhaps lost all of his own and went sobbing home).
When he grew up, he was put in the village school, which was the day when a writer was born far away in a small village near Mandi Bahauddin. He would often write small words on the sand, which probably made a theme for him to write a book later in his literary life. He had a passion for reading and writing since his childhood, I would say, and this is what reflects from most of his posts. Perhaps for this reason, he loved writing letters and sending eid cards to his friends and family when he moved out of his village for higher education. In one of his recent posts, he has expressed his love for these greeting cards and has also displayed a greeting banner I once drew and posted on the notice board of our academy, where we both happened to be undergoing training.
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posted by S A J Shirazi @ Saturday, April 26, 2025,
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Cycle of vulnerabilities
Tuesday, 24 December 2024
This article appeared in Daily The Nation
When rivers were raging and floodwater was submerging more areas down the country, I was in my village situated in the beautiful basin (called Bela) of River Jhelum about three kilometers downstream from Rasul Barrage. Most of the green swathe in Bela, where I remember looking for ladybirds as my earliest memories in life, is under flood water. Our location makes us vulnerable to floods more than anyone else.
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posted by S A J Shirazi @ Tuesday, December 24, 2024,
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