WHEN SOUL SPEAKS

“Faraz, put your hands up, where I can see them”, the voice brought me back to the senses. A military officer having a speaker in his one hand and a pistol in the other with a large patrolling party was referring that to me.  “NO…, Allah, NO…, this can’t be true.” I retaliated, with a flash I hurled out my AK and fired it on my new companions. I needed cover, but from what, haven’t I came prepared for this. This is what, I was preparing for, isn’t it.? With cover fire I was able to get into deep woods, but then I realized, ambush was going to be of no avail, I was surrounded, “erghh, these informers”, I cursed.   I ran far enough to get out of the sight of the military personnel and sat in a dingy makeshift hut, must have been of some woodcutters. The radio frequency was not there so I couldn’t contact Zubeen, she would be worried. But then I realized that I was given a task, a task that I have to do at all cost. I remembered the famous quote from Nietzsche, ”He ...

Today is the Day!! Today is the Day!! I have to do this today, no more delays, this fire, I can’t behold it anymore. Running into the woods, I was continuously reminding myself about the holy time, which I dream every night. A dream that brings me the happiness, a happiness that is so serene, so pious that within the dream I can savor the sweetness of a fruit that only a few have tasted. My journey, my past, my present and all the hardships that I have faced is going to reap this fruit for me; my love is finally going to be mine. Suddenly I hit the reality as I stumbled upon a log, thrashed into the ground I fall. I wasn’t worried about the bruise that the log has given me but the thump, it shan’t awake the woodcutters. I don’t know who might tell the agency, I won’t let my efforts go down the drain. Got on my feet as quietly as possible, there was no one around, damn did I take a sigh of relief, this might have fallen last night out of the storm. A few miles more and I s...