دا کیسه ده مقبول شاه ده یوه ورځ په ټراله کې روان وو خپل کلندر سره نو کلیندر ورته وویل چې که ما ده روپو نه ډکه بسته ومونده نو ده چه به وي مقبول شاه ورته وويل چي زما به وي نوره ده چه ته زما کليندر يې او زما په تړله 🚛 کې... Continue Reading →
Chapter 15: Hollywood Or Heaven
In May 2014, I find a job on a Jobsite. The position is a Research Scientist at Quantum Gravity Research, California. In the job description, it says that they are looking for an outside-the-box thinker to join their team. They study consciousness at quantize spacetime level, a scale called Planck’s scale. I didn’t know that... Continue Reading →
Chapter 14: The Stop Sign
Once started in 2009, the manic episodes occur almost every year. Either in winter or summer. One would blame the weather for it, but I know my triggers. It returns whenever I solve a problem. Usually in breaks – summer or winter. When it happens, it happens in the early night. I get an idea... Continue Reading →
Chapter 13: Recurring Episodes
In fall 2008, a professor in our department gives a talk on Question Theory in a Friday colloquium. Question theory is useful in artificial intelligent, for machines to ask relevant questions. Questions are essential to request information. In 1978, Richard T. Cox defined a question as the system of assertions that answer it. The professor... Continue Reading →
Chapter 12: Again Ph.D. Again Coursework Again Comprehensive Exam
In the summer of 2006, my ex-roommate Daud, returns from the United States. It is said that Quaidian once Quaidian forever. Quaidians have so many associations with the university that when they come from abroad, they definitely visit the university, to have lunch at Majeed huts and meet with friends. Daud motivates me to apply... Continue Reading →
Chapter 11: Wedding
October and March are ideal months for wedding. Not so hot not so cold. Most people wait for these months. My marriage is set in March – March 6, 2004. It is two-in-one marriage. On a very short notice, my eldest brother decided to have his son’s marriage too. I’m a little upset with it.... Continue Reading →
Chapter 10: Recovery
On the eighth day of treatment, I feel a severe shoulder pain, and so the ECT is discontinued. I remember those eight days like a dream. I remember only early evenings and mornings. In the evening when I woke up and looked up at the fan and other things in the room, they looked to... Continue Reading →
Chapter 9: A Love Affair
In December 2001, I’m invited to participate in a conference in Moscow. I longed to see Moscow. Back in those days when I learned Marxism, I heard from Awais that Moscow is a beautiful place. Though he himself never had been Russia. The conference organizer says they will cover the accommodation and the school fee... Continue Reading →
Chapter 8: The Widow
The morning of December 13, 1998 begins like other days. The sun has risen, and I’m still in bed. I can hear Afnan, Hafiz’s father, is talking with Manawar Khattak in the other room. Manawar is like our family member; he lives with us in our hujra. We call him Subedar saib. He had been... Continue Reading →
Chapter 7: First Day In Psychiatric Clinic
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 →
Mr. Monologue 