Showing posts with label Uniquistan Stories: Jampur series. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Uniquistan Stories: Jampur series. Show all posts

Saturday, 30 July 2016

bangali-Woman


She, "Are you from Pak Army sir?"
No I'm not. 
"you know I love Pak Army?"
No I don't, Why do u do?
"Because my spouse was in Pak Army"
was... is he no more?
"yes sir, he's no more"
"sir, I saw him on Dhaka city, second time on the port, third time in ship and then came to know he is chasing me. We talked in the ship and believed he's in love with me.
I was widow with a kid of two years we decided to marry and came to Jampur with him we were leading a happy life that discontinued in 2010.
From that day I'm wondering across the city but can't find him anywhere."
Story Credit also to: Ha Beeb for organizing the interview

Saturday, 7 May 2016

loving siblings


It's my brother's wedding in a few days and my mom is out for shopping. she asked me to accompany to the market but how could I leave my lovely brother home alone? 
I thought it will be more fun with him than with mom!

Tuesday, 3 May 2016


My business is running smooth because of where it is situated but sometimes we have problems because of salesmen.
Today a salesman came demanding money before his items are sold out. The items he had requested to sale under 'first sell then pay' terms. 
His calculations were not accurate. I could tolerate to pay before time for courtesy but I don't know how to pay twice?

Tuesday, 26 April 2016

friends


His elder bro was my friend in early childhood and at times he accompanied his bro while coming to see me. With in no time he replaced his bro and we became the close friends. The moments we've spent with each other are the best part of our lives.
He says I'm always jolly and chill guy but time comes when you need someone for emotional support to move on.
Once I was disappointed and he made an unplanned visit. Reading my face, he just forced me to accompany him to Multan. I couldn't refuse. Those two days just turned my mind and brought the meaning of life to me- hope and yes chill!

Saturday, 12 December 2015

waiter

"I work in this restaurant.
I started working here when I was a child.
One of my best memories here is that once, on Eid, my brother (who is also a waiter here) took a customer’s brand new bike to buy something urgently from a nearby market. He promised to return within 15 minutes, the customer trusted him and gave my brother the keys.

Sadly, on the way back, my brother had an accident, and was knocked down by another vehicle. He suffered light injuries but the bike was dented and broken. I was so worried imagining how much it would cost to compensate the bike owner but what happened next really surprised us all.

Instead of shouting at us, when the bike owner learned about the accident, he jumped up and shouted: “how is the boy?” He took my brother to hospital and got him treated before dropping him back to the restaurant, He paid his bill and then went on his way.

I swear, seeing this happen, just for a few moments, I forgot my brother in his blood stained clothes, and found myself staring after this kind man until he disappeared into the distance."
میں اس ہوٹل میں کام کرتا ہوں، بچپن ہی سے عملی زندگی میں ہوں. یہ میری زندگی کا ایک یاد گار واقعہ ہے. میرا بھائی جو اسی ہوٹل میں ویٹرتھا، 1 مرتبہ عید کے موقع پر 1 گاہک سے یہ کہہ کرموٹرسائیکل مانگی کے قریب بازارسے سودا لے کے 15منٹ میں واپس آتا ہوں. گاہک نے اعتماد کرتے ہوے چابی دے دی.
موٹرسائیکل نئی تھی، واپسی پر اسکا حادثہ ہوگیا، وہ خود تھوڑا زخمی ہوا لیکن موٹرسائیکل کا نقصان کافی ہوگیا. میں یہ سوچ کرگھبرا گیا کہ اس موٹر سائیکل کا نقصان کیسے پورا ہوگا... کتنے پیسے لگیں گے؟
موٹر سائیکل مالک حادثے کی خبرسن کے بھاگتا ہوا باہرآیا، میں ڈ ر گیا... لیکن اس نے پہلا سوال کیا لڑکا بچ گیا؟ زخمی دیکھ کرفورا// اسے اسپتال لے گیا، پٹی کرائی، ہوٹل واپس چھوڑا، بل ادا کیا اورکوئی بات کیے بغیر چل دیا.
قسم خدا کی میں کچھ دیر کے لئے خون آلود کپڑوں والے بھائی کو بھول گیا اور اس نیک دل شخص کواس وقت تک تکتا رہ گیا جب تک وہ اوجھل نہ ہوا

children park




ابھی کھیل کھیل کے بیٹھے ہیں. یہ جگہ ہمیں بہت پسند ہے لیکن ہمیں ذ مییہ کام ختم ہونے پر یہاں آنے کی 
اجازت ملتی ہے. لیکن سردیوں میں ہم پہلے یہاں کھیلتے ہیں اور بعد میں جا کے ذ میہ کام کرتے ہیں

We just finished to play. This is our favourite place to be but we are allowed only when we have finished our homework. but in winter we are allowed to play before homework

Friday, 11 December 2015

babar shehzad


  لوگ تو گندگی پھیلا کے جاتے ہیں میں گندگی جلا رہا ہوں 


شہر کا مرکزی چوک ہے اچھا نہیں لگتا سارے شہر کا گند یہاں جمع ہو. سوچا سردی میں اسے جلا کے ہاتھ گرم کرتا جاؤں تواچھی بات ہو گی

It's the central place of my city, doesn't look good when filled with filth. I found it better
 to burn this and warm myself by this fire on the go
( Babar Shehzad)

Sunday, 6 December 2015

Master Shafique



Jampur Series

I'm more an artist than a teacher but known by my job only. I've made many models and crafts, never sold any of them for money but all I presented to department, NGOs and gifts to friends. I've taken up many complicated projects including stone-cannon used in the wars centuries back. I love poetry and urdu literature. I love to discuss and debate on social issues during evening tea with friends. One day I'll bring you to the exhibition of my art projects. But my real success lies in transferring my skills to my pupils, in that I feel successful. 

Wednesday, 2 December 2015

eggs-seller



I'm the busiest as well as happiest guy out in my school. I'm selling boiled eggs in the winter peak and earn the sufficient amount in two months to afford my education expenses of the year. I'm one of the favourite student of my teacher. I dream to be a doctor.
Don't you play any time in a day?
I play whole the year except my season.

My father is president of a famous cricket club of my city.
Does your father work?

He too works, I work to lowering down his burden

Monday, 30 November 2015

became orphan as I was born



We are 8 siblings and I'm the youngest. I became orphan as I was born. My mom was a house maid and discontinued for health issues. My elder brother than quit his studies and started working to feed us. Im in grade three and will join ‪#‎Pakarmy‬




Sunday, 29 November 2015

Am a freelance document writer at Kachehry and closely watch the diversity of grievances that our people are suffering coupled with the flaws our judicial system. That Aches me deep. that's why I work for half a week and the rest I spend with friends and poetry to erase the awkward memories
کچہری میں عرضی نویس ہوں، لوگوں کے مسائل اور پھر عدالتی نظام کی کوتاہیوں کو غور سے دیکھتا ہوں تو دل جلتا ہے. جس کی وجہ سے ہفتہ میں تین دن کام کرتا ہوں اور اگلے تین دن پرانے دوستوں اور شاعری میں دل بہلا کر ان تلخ یادوں سے جی چھڑانے کی کوشش کرتا ہوں

Wednesday, 25 November 2015

loneliness

Loneliness




Parents are no more, no siblings, no friends. Never married. Fated to live alone. No home, nor I need one for I've no family. live in a semi-covered shed of the wood-stall here. Stall owner and at times neighboring people give me food and clothing and that's enough. migrated from my village to city to lessen my feelings of being alone. People sit with me and talk.


ماں باپ اس دنیا میں نہیں رہے، بہن بھائی تھے ہی نہی. تنہائی میرا مقدّر تھی. میرا کوئی گھر نہی، اور ہو بھی تو کص کام کا جب کوئی ہے ہی نہیں؟ میں یہاں لکڑی کے تال میں چھپپر تلے رہتا ہوں. کبھی تال والے تو کبھی کوئی پڑوس والے کھانا اور کپڑے دے دیتے ہیں. زندگی تو دھکّا لگانے کے لئے کافی ہے. ساتھ والے گاؤں سے شہر آیا ہوں کہ یہاں تنہائی کا احساس کم ہو جاتا ہے. لوگ میرے ساتھ بیٹھتے ہیں، بات کر لیتے ہیں.
 — in Jampur.