ďMa Xohor Chumutcare hoiĒÖIt is the sentence which scares the little
kohled eyes. Turn the innocent red lips into pale and break the
series of dreams yet to be planed. This is the sentence which puts
the daughters of Hawa in perplexity who used to run behind the
butterflies free from any anxiety till yesterday. What clandestine
is hidden in this sentence which tends a daughter to crawl on the
ground even when she desire to fly in the spacious sky. Letís listen
to the dialogue between a frustrated daughter and her ego when for
the first time she listens to her parents uttering these words.
Because this is the preamble which leads towards building up a new
nexus through the bridge of an innocent daughterís hands painted
Daughter: Hey lucky flowers! You will enjoy the vicinity of
butterflies but I left behind my innocence and I crossed the valley
of my childhood in the struggle of catching the colorful
butterflies. I will no more be here to tease you beloved, because I
am grown up now.
Her Ego: come on dude! Life is not limited to the valley of
childhood. There is a big world beyond this microcosm.
Daughter: but I donít want to come out of this tiny world. If I do
then all of my dreams will be ruined by the antiquated custom of my
ancestors. I really donít want to make the dreams dormant which I
just sow and which are still to be nourished.
Ego: keep your inane dreams in your subconscious mind, so that they
will remain dreams forever. Because the triumph which you are
dreaming for will never be in your grips.
Daughter: please set a position paradigm before you and see the
rapidly moving world by the eyes of my burning desire. Please let us
discover self Ėesteem and follow the assertion which I wrote in the
page of my book when for the first time I tried to develop my
Ego: Your parents are planning to put the yolk of responsibility of
a whole family on your shoulders and you are concern with your own
self. Wake up girl! Its batter to follow what your parents say, so
try to keep your notions calm and go forward with pacified spirit as
other girls do.
Daughter: Donít you want me look pretty?
Ego: Of course I do.
Daughter: But I am not a lily which is beautiful by itself, rather I
am a diamond which needs polishing before it sparkles. My skills and
potentials need to be nourished in order to break their dormancy. I
want to spread the alto of freedom and knowledge all over the world.
I want to enlighten my heart with the torch of education. I want to
drag out myself from the hell of ignorance.
Ego: Can you gain success without your parentís benedictions. Look!
I respect your desires and dreams, but the stupendous mountains, the
vagabond rain drops, the cool zephyr and the singing rivulets, no
one will provide you their endorsement.
Daughter: what crime I committed that no one is there from whom I
seek bolster against this carnage.
Ego: Please keep your interrogates with you and donít forget that
you are a daughter. You have no other option except vanquishing your
debases dreams which have no value in the eyes of our people.
Daughter: I will not remain sedentary rather I will fight against
this decadent rule if not for myself then for the posterity coming
Ego; Are you mad? How did you think to torture your beloved mother
whose kind womb cared you in your prenatal life, whose aromatic lap
protected you from the misery of winterís coldness and barbarity of
summerís hotness and whose soft arms worked as pillows for your
somnolent body. Will you be able to see your fatherís disconsolate
face or can you tolerate the tears coursing down your motherís
wrinkled cheeks after seeing your disparaging behavior?
Daughter: NO, noÖÖnot at all. Who am I to intervene my parentís
decision who elucidated my life with the light of their love and
kindness? They introduce me to the world, so they have the authority
to choose the pathway of my lifeís excursion. I will kill my
rebellious spirit in order to see an exotic smile on my parentís
lips. I will no more think of offending my parentís decision. I will
be vivacious by putting veil on my desire just for my parentís
Ego: I am really very sorry. I had no other option to persuade you.
Try to compromise with your wishes. I will always be there to
support your melancholy soul. May your life be shrouded with
happiness and enjoy . --
Shabana Wali, 07 Aug 2012.