In physics one deals with particles or fields. Here we generalize this concept and call it assets. The asset is a two-dimensional space given below A = X x Y where X is the space of tangible and Y is the space of nontangible items. The asset could be that of a person or an... Continue Reading →
The Suicide Note
It was the first day of the fall semester. Most students had already registered for the courses, and others were still registering, or adding and dropping the courses. There were only five students registered in quantum mechanics class because the professor was very hard. No one got an A grade in his course.The professor was... Continue Reading →
The universe is a language
The universe is a languageAnd that language is everythingAnd let everything be E And geometry, upto first letter, is gravityAnd let gravity be gg is in E And, upto first letter, that math is massAnd let mass be mm, too, is in EAnd then so onE is, thus, {g, m, …} What!Idea was emptyAnd that... Continue Reading →
The Universe
If we listen to the universe carefully, it is singing. And if we look closely , it is dancing.
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 →
Chapter 6: From Heaven
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 →
Mr. Monologue 