When the weekend is passed, on Monday, September 1, 2003, our driver drives the Carry Van in the courtyard. I’m secretly taken from the basement to the vehicle. Over the weekend, I was asked to stay in the basement. Perhaps the family wants to keep the latest developments secret. Today, the vehicle is also brought... Continue Reading →

We get home in the night. Sadiq opens the gate. Abdur is standing in the veranda holding a radio; he listens to the news. As Sadiq closes the gate after we enter, he runs back and turns on a light. I understand this cannot be just a light. He must have turned on all the... Continue Reading →

t is late August 2003. I take my backpack and head to Islamabad. On the way to Islamabad I’m thinking on Mr. Monologue. I’m not thinking him like a character in a story but a real person who would emerge sooner or later. I get scared when I see him in me. Like I know... Continue Reading →

Normally when I come from Islamabad, I met with my Mushtaq and Irfan on the next day in high school Jamrud, where they are teachers. This is the same school I went to. Whenever I come to this school, it reminds those old days when I was a student. I was on PT team, a... Continue Reading →

In the village, hujra is a house used by men. Typically, it has a large room, veranda, and mosque. Most hujras also possess djinns; they are spotted at night. Awais Khan’s hujra is no exception. The djinn in his hujra is named Gul Khan, who wears a waaskat – sleeveless jacket – a hat and... Continue Reading →

The thought experiment which describes the God theorem makes me skeptical. In physics, we test our theories. Is there any way to test the dialogues that take place between the two characters Prof. Danish and the young boy? Since I have no name for the main character, I’ll call him Thought Prophet or TP in... Continue Reading →