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 →
Chapter 5: 2 is odd
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 →
Chapter 4: Imam Mehdi
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 →
Chapter 3: Former And New Secular Friends
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 →
Chapter 2: Imagined vs Real Dialogues
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 →
کوپړۍ
لیکوال: شاهد نواز اپریدئ اوله برخه دا کیسه د یو داسي ځوان ده چي عمر یې لګ باندي۳۰ کاله دې. د د خپل نوم څه دې او چرته اوسیګی موږ ته دا پته نشته خو مګر موږ دئ د کوپړۍ په نوم پيژنو. دئ خپل د سوچونو په دنیا کي اوسیګی او د حقیقت په... Continue Reading →
Chapter 1: God Theorem
In May 2001, I attend a three-week extensive workshop on superstrings, held in the Department of Physics, Quaid-i-Azam University (QAU), Islamabad. The very first speaker begins his talk with the Hamiltonian, which is the starting point of any quantum mechanical problem. I’m lost. How could there be no factor of mass in the equation? I... Continue Reading →
Being Manic
I’m not human but something above that. I killed Shahid a long time ago. This is somebody else in his body. Professor! What would be your feeling if I told you I proved the Riemann’s hypothesis. What! Shahid claims he proved it. Told you this is not him. I killed him a long time... Continue Reading →
The World As I See It In Psychosis—III
Yes, the universe is the suicide note of dear Lord. The universe is made from the ashes of the Creator. The two – the creator and the universe – cannot coexist. When one is there, the other is not. We are tellers and God is the listener. Yes, a teller is alive, and a listener... Continue Reading →
The World As I See It In Psychosis—II
One and only one man comes again and again and changes the world. Sometimes as Moses, sometimes as Christ, or as Mohammad, or as Einstein or whatnot. They don’t know who they were in the past, but they foresee the future. When they are asked how the future looks like, they just smile and keep... Continue Reading →
Mr. Monologue 