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An Inch Closer

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Disclaimer: This is a fictional short story, bear no resemblance with any living or dead individual.. and is entirely based on the thoughts of the Writer

Table of Contents

Chapter 1: The hospital 2

Chapter 2: The Funeral 4

Chapter 3: The Cafe. 6

Chapter 4: The Flight 10

Final chapter: One inch closer

Chapter 1: The hospital

My aggression translates the intention of not doing harm to other beings, but it reflects my coping with hardships, I understood pain in a different form. My pain is relieved when my thoughts collide with each other and provide me with an amalgamation of different sensations that are felt by human bodies. The cherish of seeing someone happy because of my very existence is my correct course of life. May that be a single person or many, I want to live this life for others but not for my self. 

Round of applause can is heard in the room, where people are gathered in a room full of chairs, listening to Osman Khalid.

Osman: Thanks, everyone! I have written this work with the bottom of my heart, this applause indicates your affection towards the piece. Stay safe and healthy. May peace be upon you.

Osman shakes give farewell to his audience after reading his new novel, the colours of sensation. When everyone leaves the room, he realised that there is someone still sitting on a chair, so he questions…

Hello, do you have any questions …. Ma’am do you have any questions?

He comes a little closer and realises the person is either sleeping or unconscious, he shrugs her but gets no response… he ultimately calls and ambulance and follows the ambulance on his car. When he reaches the hospital, he is being asked if he is the boyfriend, a brother or a husband of the girl he just brought to the hospital, then he has to explain the whole story that he has no idea about her, and that she is a total stranger to him. Doctors take her to the emergency ward, but then give him good news…that the person is stable but she has to be hospitalised so that her vitals can be stabilised. Usman was eagerly waiting to see her conscious face, but then he received another distress call. He has to attend the funeral of his friend’s mother, so he pays for the bill, and asks the doctors to call someone from her family or acquaintance.

Nurse: your full name?

Girl: Aliya Jamil… can you tell me why am I in the hospital and who brought me here?

Nurse: We think that you fainted because your blood pressure was very low, and a guy brought you here, you were supposedly attending his novel reading session.

Aliya: Ahh! Yes, bored me to death that I fainted …. So is he gone?

Nurse: Yes! He was in a hurry … so he had to leave ..

Aliya: Ass hole… he might be scared … if I am going to die here and he will be involved .. anyways i don’t want to pay you a hefty bill, so I am leaving this place now…

Nurse: Doctors recommended that you need these fluids and you should be under supervision for at least a day…

Aliya: I am sorry, as I told you … you guys are running a money-making machine here and I don’t want to waste my time here, I have a lot of stuff to do today ….

Nurse: Ma’am your bill has been already paid, so no need to bother about that …

Aliya: ohh! Anyways … it was his doing, boring me to death with his complicated thoughts, I don’t even know why I attended that session at all..

Aliya imposes her will and changes her clothes, and she takes a discharge… She is being recommended to take some medicine, which she throws into a bin when she gets out of the hospital….

Chapter 2: The Funeral

When she gets to her home, her family is also getting ready for a funeral, she insists that she does not want to attend, but it’s her mother’s sister, so she has to be there … that’s what her family insists about …. Aliya learnt driving merely weeks ago, even then she takes the keys with her and occupies the driving seat. She fearlessly drives the narrow Algerian streets … almost killing some of the people on the street. Driving with the same spirit she unwillingly hit the bumper of the car while applying brakes on a traffic signal. When she realise that she is in trouble she broke the traffic signal, with her family screaming ..all sorts of hooo’s and haaa’s and naaa’s … She realises the same person is following her, then again she tries some theatrics and it works for her …. Finally, she parks and her family attends the funeral safe and sound…

While attending the funeral Osman and Aliya did not realise that they are attending the same funeral, they are an inch closer to each other but still, they are unable to meet somehow.

Aliyas sister: Where were you all that time today?

Aliya: You are not going to believe me hun bun, but long story short, I was in the hospital?

Sis: What happened? Is it the B.P again?

Aliya: Yes for sure! But I think its getting worse …

Sis: You should see a good doctor, you cannot run away from this thing… you understand me ..

Aliya ignoring…

Sis: Aliya, I am talking to you, don’t ignore me ..

Aliya: ok! Ok! I am gonna give it a go.. Sometime… when I have an empty headspace …

Sis: listen to me, go on a vacation, you left the job for the good, you were just wasting your time there ….

Aliya: You are actually right here …. So where should I go …

Sis: I don’t know, maybe morocco… you always wanted to visit the damn country …

Aliya: Well, it’s not that different from here …. But if you say so. Why not…

Sis: Ok, so now you are making a decision .. because I said so 

Sis: What are you doing?

Aliya: Booking my plane ticket … the flight is tomorrow then…

Sis: What in the world, you should have asked mom about it …

Aliya: You already said, I need a clear headspace, so mom will understand ..no issues.. So yeah .. it’s confirmed I am going to fly morocco tomorrow morning … and now I am gonna check some cosy apartment on Airbnb .. where I can have my coffee’s and enjoy myself …

Sis: and what about me?

Aliya: Again, you said I need a clear headspace and I don’t want to be near your whiny face…

They both exchange smile..

Sis: I just want you to enjoy … I am happy but you have to do something for me… you have to babysit my boyfriends baby… because I am going on a date with him…

Aliya: babies and me.. We don’t get along that much …. Its an emergency call.. You don’t want any babies near me .. they are going to fight me.. Until cry, piss and make me wet… please don’t do this with me…

Sis: its a request, do you want your sister to not go on a date…

Aliya: ok, enough don’t blackmail me emotionally … I am going to do it .. and you have to handle mom also, when she loses her shit when I will tell her that I am going to morocco and yes, alone…

Sis: Okay, got your back on that …. And no driving .. I am going to drop you at his house…

On the other hand, the father of the baby is the brother of Osman, he also calls Osman to babysit his child, but Osman says, that it is impossible for him, since he is going to have another reading session and after that, he has to pack up for his holiday to morocco. Additionally, he also asks for a lift from Osman, since he has a date with the sister of Aliya, so Aliya is being dropped by her sister on her boyfriends home … he thanks aliya for looking after his child, aliya gets busy and meanwhile, Osman arrives and wait outside his brothers home to pick him up…

Chapter 3: The Cafe

Hassan (osmans brother) gets into the car, says sorry to his brother Osman, that he has to pick him up, as he can’t trust the online taxi services…additionally, that has to reach the restaurant early to check if his surprise is ready for the sister of Aliya.

Hassan: Thanks brother, I have to make it right this time, I cannot lose this girl, she is a very sweet man, she even sent her sister to babysit my child.

Osman: isn’t that … a lot….

Hassan: Why don’t you see the brighter side.. Why are you always … sceptical…

Osman: I don’t know brother, my spidey senses were tingling, I said ..whatever came to my mind… you know you have to be sceptical about the people you don’t know.. If I knew her personally, maybe I would have a different opinion about her…

Hassan: Lets me go through tonight, then we can arrange some family meeting…

Osman: Family meeting… this means you are thinking about a step forward..

Hassan: why do you think, I am arranging this bloody surprise for her…

Osman: Then I look forward to meeting her …. And there you go … my friends are asking me to join them at this cafe… anyways… I wish you good luck brother and enjoy your time with her.

Both the Brothers hug each other… Osman left for his apartment and get his luggage ready for his early morning flight to morocco.

On the other hand.. Aliya is getting texts from her friends to join them at the same cafe … she is having the worst time of her life with the baby …. Finally, she survives… when Hassan comes to home…

Hassan: I am sorry, it seems you had a horrible time with my baby..

Aliya: That was just for my sister, even if you gave me a thousand euros, I would have never accepted this babysitting job…  anyways.. You seem happy, did you and my sister had a good time..

Hassan: Well! I think so… but you have to ask the same question from your sister…

Aliya: ok! Sure, anyways.. A little heads-up… if you fucked around with my sister if you broke her heart.. I know where you live..

Hassan: ok! I guess.. But i am sorry, we have mutual respect and love for each other, that happens only if the love is not mutual… So.. I guess.. I will take care of her… thanks for your heads up.. I am kind of scared..

Aliya: Hey, I am sorry for my language… don’t tell her, that about it…

Hassan: okay! Thanks again for your precious time ….

Aliya: no problem…

Aliya takes a bus and lands on the cafe… Now Osman is sitting with his two male friends on a table …. across their table is Aliya sitting with her two female friends … Aliya and Osman are facing their backs with each other … therefore they cannot see each other face..

Osmans friend 1: Osman check them out, three pretty girls are sitting on the north…

Osman’s friend 2: Yeah man ! that brunette, she is into me… I am just a text shy from her… surely getting her number today…

Osman friend 1: oh.. Man they are exchanging their bloody seats… ohh damn. The girl who was facing your back Osman .. she is even prettier …. I like her.. I might try to dangle with her.. Let me get something from the counter…

He goes.. Flirts .. and come back to the same…

Osman: so what did you do … ordered some foolish menu again … cz your tongue slipped..

Osman friend 1: yeah man .. fuck .. she was giving me some dark vibes.. Like she is going to kill me… it was like.. She was screaming don’t fuckin look at me .. I am gonna kill you… anyways .. I am going to go with the other brunette.. I might have a chance with her….

Osman’s friend 2: why don’t you try something with her..

Osman: Boys.. I am not in the fucking mood, I came here to chat with you guys.. But you are just wasting your time.. On those weird girls..

Osman’s friend 1: I bet you haven’t seen those girls yet…

Osman: Hey! Fuck this.. I had other things to do.. Better than this shit show…

Osman’s friend 1: calm down pretty boi, ok here is our menu. Let’s eat and have some chat..

…………………..

The situation at Aliyas table …

Aliyas friend 1: Those guys are unstoppable… they look good, but I don’t think they came here to eat today.. They are just looking at us from the moment they sat on that very fucking table..

Aliyas friend 2: Yeah, I might go out with either of them.. I could not see the guy who is facing his back with Aliya.. Though…

Aliya: Let me fuck with their heads..exchange your seat with me …

Aliyas friend 1: No, I don’t want to .. it’s fine with me..

Aliya insists.. And then they exchanged their seats…

Aliya: This shit boy is coming here to order. And he is fucking weird.. I bet he dated those .. Daddy’s princess kind of girls.. Look how is he staring at us.. It is making me sick.. I am going to look at him .. like I am going to kill him… watch my face girls…

Aliyas friend 1: Why are you spoiling our dates.. He might give his number to us.. What the fuck is wrong with you Aliya..

Aliya: You guys can make better choices then these ass holes.. They look pretty fucked up to me anyways…

Aliyas friend 2: What are you jealous that they are looking at us and not you..

Aliya: I don’t give a fuck…and i think now they are leaving … ohh .. one of their friends is leaving from the other door, and they are coming straight towards here.. I bet they will not talk to me for sure… I am waiting for you girls outside..

……………………..

Osman was waiting outside for his friends …

Osman: So.. boys, you got their numbers?..

Osman’s friend 1: yes, my boy…. We both have numbers.. The night is young ma boi … the night is young….

Osman’s friend 1 and 2 give each other a high five…

Osman: So mission girls completed, now can I leave …. Cz I have an early morning flight tomorrow…

Osman sees off his friends and leave…While when Aliyas friends come outside of the cafe, they seem happy too… and Aliya takes her bus to leave for home….

Chapter 4: The Flight

The next morning both Aliya and Osman board for the same flight again, an inch closer but still farther away…Osman is at the front row and Aliya is at the very back of the plane… so there is very fewer chances of them crossing their paths ….

meanwhile, when Osman sleeps on the flight.. Aliya faints … and she became the centre of attention for the whole plane … as a doctor on the flight treats her and she regains her consciousness… but the flight has to make an emergency landing because of her…

When Osman wakes up, he was told that they are making an emergency landing because of a patient on the flight … Everyone has to wait three hours … there are some passengers who are cursing Aliya.. That if she was not sure about her condition and if she was not fit.. Why did she take the flight anyway.. And that if it happens again with her .. then what… because of an announcement they learn that Aliya will be rejoining them on the same flight, since its the only flight today that is going to land in morocco. And no one wants to wait for a day..

Now, Aliya is given a complimentary business class flight, that erupts another discussion in the plane…Osman is also not feeling good since he pre-booked for his window seat… but now he is sitting in the very middle of two fat guys… who are farting abruptly ….

Osman (while sitting in the middle of those two fat guys) ask the air hostess, can I get another seat, because I don’t feel comfortable here.. He is being asked to co-operate, as there is no other seat left… so now he has to spend the rest of the flight with two fat and farty guys….

Chapter Five: Apartment

Finally, when everyone lands, both aliya and Osman book their respective taxis and coincidently they have booked the air-bnb apartments that face each other… the streets are very narrow.. So they are being dropped somewhere near of the apartment … again they are wondering about their respective one-story houses… in the same lane… Aliya found it first… and she is being given the tour of her apartment by the owner… while … Osman came second and then he was also given the tour and the key to the house.

Osman takes a sigh of relief in his balcony that faces the balcony of aliyas apartment… and start working on his new novel… When he starts, this loud music abrupts his writing and he cannot focus anymore… that goes around for the whole night.. He realises.. That the rock music sound is coming from the adjacent house.. So he leave a note on the door sayin… “Some of us were trying to work last night …. Please keep the sound of music lower”

Hence, he sleeps …

The other morning when Aliya sees that note.. She gets agitated…

Why the fuck would I listen to you…. I cannot be instructed… to do anything …

Similarly, she keeps the music on higher notes….  And then Osman goes straight to her door and while knocking .. he shouts… hey, ass hole ..open this fucking door and we can see how can you ignore my fucking note from last night…

Aliya..opens the door and shouts.. Yes now, say ass hole to my fucking face, you moron… this isn’t fucking newyork, that you can complain to the fucking police about my music.. Go fuck off … get the hell out of my porch…

Osman is shocked.. He was not expecting it to be a girl…

Osman: i am sorry …

Aliya: See.. that’s not what you expected from a girl right…

Osman: I think I know you from somewhere…

Aliya: Yes! You know me from her.. Aliya shut close her door…

Osman being confused and wandering about her face.. Goes back to his apartment, and gather his thoughts.. Calls his house owner, that he wants to change his apartment, but the owner says, that he has to pay in full even if he leaves.. Therefore, Osman decides against it.. But then osman.. Leave some sweets and an apology note on Aliyas door, that she finds amusing and accepts his apology, as Osman is able to work on his novel without any interruption…

The other day, when he is leaving to get coffee… the same time… he finds Aliya on her porch locking her front door.

Aliya: Hey stranger.. Are you spying on me from your balcony…

Osman: Thanks for the last night gesture… they both start walking on their own path… while looking at different cafe shops, it’s almost 6 a.m so there are not many cafe’s that are open, con-incidentally they get into the same cafe … they sit few tables apart…

Aliya shouts from her table… I am sorry.. For my behaviour. I am not feeling good lately.. I am just blowing off my steam… and when I found your first note on my porch.. That got me more furious.. When you instruct me to do something… I am going to want to do it more… so that was just typical me…

Osman: fine with me .. I actually tried to change my apartment.. Can’t get the refund .. paid for the whole week.. So stuck there …but last night you followed the instruction

Aliya: Well if you ask me politely then why not… I like those sweets by the way…

Osman: feels weird we are talking to each other from three tables apart.. So you want to sit together?

Aliya: Why not if you ask me politely ….

They both sit together…

Aliya: You said .. last time that you saw me somewhere.. Yes … I think so..

Osman: Well, i am osman…

Aliya: this is aliya… with a “y”…

Osman.. Then its Osman with an “o”.. Not with “u”

Aliya: So, what do you do?

Osman: I write novels for living….

Aliya: wait for a sec.. Are you Osman khalid…

Osman…yes I am guilty…

Aliya: dang! Someone recommended me to attend your session.. Where you read your novel… I went there and after getting a little glimpse of your face, I fell unconscious ..

Osman: that’s why my answer to … I have seen you before.. I took you to the hospital.. But then I had to leave for a funeral… and then someone hit the bumper of my car from the back.. I followed that guy… but that ass hole runaway… people are weird.. Huh..

Aliya: laughing….

Osman: Why are you laughing….

Aliya: I am sorry, but you have to stop saying that ass hole… and start thinking that there might be a woman who was driving that car….

Osman: Was that you?

Aliya: I am very sorry, i have just learnt the art of driving… so what I came from the hospital and my family insisted me to attend the funeral.. and don’t tell me you were attending .. Razia aunty’s funeral…

Osman: I am sorry to say, but I was at the same funeral..

Aliya: Well shut the front door, how, is it possible… that you cannot recognise my face…

Osman: I met hundreds of people in that novel reading session, I don’t usually remember their faces… and I called the ambulance.. they took you to the hospital.. I went to the hospital.. so I also had few glimpses of your face.. but you looked better while you were sleeping…

Aliya: hahhhaha (giggles) ..

Osman: So, why did you came to morocco and alone… business meeting… for work?

Aliya: Well it was a quick decision for me, my sister recommended me to go on a vacation to Morocco, and so I decided to be here… and my family mostly wont allow me to travel alone.. but my sister affirmed that she is gonna take my mom into confidence…

Osman: and did she ask something in return for this favour?.. because my brother does it a lot..

Aliya: Well yes she did, I had to baby sit her boyfriends kid.. but she likes hassan and he seems to me a good guy…

Osman: Hassan? Is your sister dating my big brother… whats his name.. where were you baby sitting last night…??

Aliya: Gosh! This is getting super weird… he is Hassan khalid… and he lives near atlas forest …

Osman stand up covers his face from his both hands… this cannot be true.. we both were talking about your sister the last night… so you were baby sitting my nephew.. I refused .. because I had to packup for my flight and my friends were texting me to meet them at “second cup café”….

Aliya: are you kidding me this is unreal, the more we share the details about how we spend our yesterday, the more it is getting weird, actually, I was at the second cup café too last night, I was there with two of my girl pals..

Osman: Wait for a second… did you saw three guys.. the two of them were constantly trying to hit on your girl pals…

Aliya: yes those ass holes… ohh…I am sorry.. the third guy .. facing my back was it you…

Osman: Lady, you should mind the ass hole word, some of them could be my close friends …I don’t want to say this.. but somehow, yes I was there, I was unable to had a glimpse of you because I don’t do this thing.. my friends were forcing me to have a look at you.. they were even giving me directions..

Aliya: I am sorry for that.. but finally they succeeded they got what they wanted… but I am still not sure about your friends.. they seem a bit odd to me…

Osman: Well, they are a bit odd, but they are not that bad you know…

Aliya: You have brought a roller coaster to my head, and now its hard to swallow, that this is not a dream but a reality.. okay, one more question, which flight you took?

Osman: AG-345 ….

Aliya: Let me show you something, she takes out her boarding pass from her purse… and I was the passenger, because of which your flight was delayed

Osman: Please stop it, I cannot process this…

Aliya: and now we are….

Osman completes her sentence… Spending our vacation, in front of each other’s apartments..

Now there is a total silence among them.. and they both are looking at each other… in awe..

The story will end in a finale .. called as one inch closer… keep reading ..the final chapter will be voiced by both a female and a male character.. so shower us with your kind feedback..

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My 29 years on earth were interesting but under-rated and now I feel scared to step into my thirties. I travelled, became a teacher but then I got back to where I was. Unemployed, single and broke, because for me long-term planning is not attractive. People are married, some have kids, some immigrated to Europe, but I am still trying to find the bits and pieces that would complete my stability. Life seems like oblivion, a dream of realities that are un-achievable. No motivation or have I achieved everything that I wanted. I know its human dilemma, we always think about the good times, because no one wants to remember the bad moments when they are happy. They say we have books and manuals written for everything, books sent by GOD, and some written by wiser men. But they talk about groups, not individuals, people like me have manuals of their own. I thought sometimes to write a book full of my life experiences with others, what problems did I encountered when I was a teenager and then adult for my generations to come. But it will always fall short, life is never the same for everyone, it can happen good and bad, but it cannot happen likewise for everyone at the same time.

I always got 7th position until 8th class among 62 boys, I never felt any motivation to do well. Being lazy and irregular was my only good impression. But then a woman changed me, she told me manners and gave me motivation. I got better in my class because she used to bring me wisdom every day and I was afraid that it is not going to be the same. Then I lost her and lost my motivation too. Time passed but a ray of hope came and one day I found her name on a list with mine, she was looking to attend the same university but I shrug off my shoulders, thinking it is someone else. Then I saw her sitting behind me in the exam, she never whispered nor did I.  Just to get a single glimpse of her, I had to finish early and wait outside for her. My sight confirmed it was her but then I was afraid that these four years in the university, can go both wrong and right for us. I never felt that with anyone, she used to stand on my feet while dancing because she fell short. I understood, what does it mean to kiss someone, feeling someone so close by my heart, I can easily smell her soul.

Then again, a long pause in life took me to incredible adventures, I met people, understood them and understood their problems. I realise there is always someone, somewhere in the world, who is surrounded by more problems than me. Divorce, breakups, abuse, cause us depression and if it was all written to happen then we could have been happier by avoiding, forgiving and forgetting. I found someone again, far away from where I was born, on alien land she asked me to meet her in the hospital, having no understanding of the local language I went to look for her. Mingled with people, took a little bit of time to adjust and with flowers and chocolate that are my two companions or compatriots when I visit the sick, were by my side, listening to the song of light, I get so close to her, but she was frail and being operated so she could not extend any gestures.

Love is a taste, and my taste buds are no stranger to it. I fell in love with a girl when I was just 14 years old, the time was naïve and inappropriate, but she was young and enthralling about her beauty. The love affair went on and off, but there was nothing among us that could tie us stronger, so I let her go. She got married happily, but I did predict that this will not be for so long, a woman of liberation cannot live in confinement. The truth becomes reality and she got divorced and it was not easy for her to cope with the pain. Pain is felt true when weaknesses are targeted, and then identities are tested. She lost her identity, experienced fits, and was given electric shocks to remind of herself. Humans are not resilient when they tortured against their beliefs and even then she gains her consciousness and understood the grounds of reality. Being true to her self, she demanded my possession, but she wanted me to abandon my family. I had to decide if I would choose love over blood, and I am a coward when it comes to blood, I was unable to surrender against my own will. I decided the second time, she is not worthy. And she disappears in thin air, and I don’t see her coming again.

I always fell short of justice, whether it was love or family, my proposals were never fulfilled. As a child, I was a victim of abuse, my faults were little and less troubling. I hardly remember that I hurt someone in my childhood, but I remember those hard-ass beatings by my father that use to broke my small body, but with time I got accustomed to it. My father used to make little money, so every now my mother tortured me psychologically, bragging about the money and its importance and why a human should praise it. My love for fiscal accumulation started the day when my mother married my father. My mother was from a middle-class family but there is no justification, how she got married to him. Since all my father had was a shattering home, that I feared would someday fall upon us. My father lived his whole life with tools of carelessness and with ideas of impracticality. I heard stories of wisdom from him, but I never watched him once practising the same.

Stuck among my destitute one day I tried to kill myself in the bathroom because my mother was beating me continuously since it was my only wish that could come true. But the plan failed, I was not ready to feel the pain of death so I decided that I will leave my family.  One day, over a dispute among my parents at the dinner table, I stood and disappeared. I could not take any more, because our children came into the world without a purpose and our parents think us as a lost cause. I wandered on the strange streets with no acquaintance, looking for a purpose to my life, but I found misery and all I experienced out there was floundering. I realised I had no clue about my life, that’s why I am lost. I came back home to find the purpose with a lesson learnt that life is never without meaning and if I ever try to bring another soul in this life, then there should be a purpose, otherwise, its another body looking for a cause. Being broke was my lesson of human hunger and starvation. Having no money in pockets and having a lot of it, I have seen both the times, what I know is; I was never happy.

My outings in school were no tales of a champion, I never danced with geeks, nor I trained with precocity.  I always meddled in between, with little optimism about my future. But I realised that I can exchange wisdom if I am not gifted with it, then I will learn and practice. And then I experienced intuitions because parasites were growing in my brains. Those who were gifted felt short of their knowledge, since there motivation. To jolt my life, destiny fought me with both hands and with a bare-knuckle. I once fell down the roof my house, and the ladder down raging on my small body broke my right hand into pieces. Doctors make sure I don’t ditch the incident with a normal bruise, their incompetence left me with an abnormality. I cannot turn my right hand with 360 degrees, meaning I would fall short of one more ability. What about those, who have no legs to walk or run and no hand to write or eat. But being stubborn is in my blood if my parents were rude to my existence, then I was rude to my failures. My rudeness was my ally, it worked like a shield for me that was keeping me intact while I was facing failures. When I was knocked down it was my rude behaviour, that took those shots on the chin and made me resilient. I ignored the ill-times when I realised it can bring no good to the future. Being rude to my parents would have made me empty from inside, so I thought something else to be rude at.

There was one time, I had saved 10,000 Pakistani rupees in a million years by giving tuitions and by teaching English to people. A small-town guy like me who was saving every penny thought he could buy something for himself but then challenges came forth again, beating my front door like they bought my property. My father went ill, a heart attack, the tobacco he chewed whole life was trying to chew him now. The ambitions of pleasing myself were lost again at the cost of injections, prescriptions and tablets. I abandoned the pain again, let it rot, and let it understand that it had no place in my heart. What I was looking for was something stable, something that I can hold on to for a longer-term. I thought my traditions would provide me for me, so I hang on to that intuition. I decided I will follow the norm, go at a girl’s house and get married. My mother was insisting the same, so I decided in favour of that opinion. We want to a girl’s house, when she came to sit along, it felt like she was watching a horror movie. Then my Spidey senses were pounding upon the gates of negation. How could I not bow against them, I flew away from there, without doubting my mind, because that girl was screaming loud, that she does not give a fuck. 

My mother tongue is Urdu, Pakistan’s national language. Due to British colonialism, both Indians and Pakistani people try to become as efficient as they can while learning English, and especially at speaking. The upper class in Pakistan mostly speaks good English, the middle class, however, mixes it up with few words of English in a sentence of Urdu. Teachers gauge a student’s intellect based on a student’s English speaking power. Almost all of the presentations are given in English, even when there is no need to speak it in front of all native Urdu speaking individuals. Language is always the need of the moment, a tourist will always be happy to speak a local language because he knows that’s a comfortable mode of exchange. I understood that my English has to be good, not only good but I have to have an accent. I watched tons and tons of movies, learnt the dialogues, practised them, tried my accents in job interviews. I always felt the interviewee was influenced by the English speaking power, then I started writing because I hardly saw people writing passionately in my society. Wrote my first novel, it was fiction a story related to world war 2.

I got my first job not because I had an engineering degree but because I wrote furiously, I passed the test and interview because the interviewee read my book. I was the only person who got a job, just after the completion of the degree. But here, people are more concerned about their field jobs, for instance, if you are an engineer then you should be doing a job related to engineering. That’s a really silly concept, one should do a job where one should feel comfortable because we don’t learn much in bachelors, what we can learn is from our practical experience and so did I. I was doing like hard labour at my first job, management pushed me and I took it on the chin and worked harder and harder every other day. I went to work at 9 am came home at midnight. I saw people leaving the job just after their first day of training because they were not motivated like me and they probably did not have the burden to make money on their shoulders as I did. I was tough to nails, so did not give up and when I was leaving my job I was offered a much better salary and a management position but I left because it was not what I thought can be done continuously. When I left my first job, I was trained so I started working as a freelance writer and I was making good money from it.

I was watching a series, where the guy was trying hard to be a civil engineer but he was a teacher. When he started teaching he felt more comfortable, there was only one thing that I thought I might not be able to do in future and that was teaching. And then one of my friends, asked me that he needs an electronics engineer as a teacher, so I took that job and I realised the same that I like to tell people about my experiences and I like to teach them. I wanted the youth to grow and to become good leaders, I wanted to encourage them about their future. I started the Research and development department in the college and it was a success, students were involved in the RND and were working on different kinds of projects, that I assigned them. We won many competitions related to electronic projects, we proposed many viable solutions to the people to automate their lives. But, I was angry because I saw corrupt people there, who were not educated and who were just occupying their seats because of their political influence. I tried to inform various things about the upper management but no one was listening to me, but I was making more enemies, people were following me and people were watching my actions because I was fearless and I never stopped asking things about those people. Naturally, they want me out of the college, so I saw a huge slump in my salary, my salary was halved and I had no choice to leave the college, I left the college for one shift, but then the management ordered me to leave the college for both shifts. Many students were concerned about their final year projects, but I had no choice. Now I am 29 years old trying to figure out what should be my next move, now I think I should become an entrepreneur. So, To all those who are reading this now, life is not an easy task, so do justice by it and never falter by it as it comes forth with challenges.

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The introvert

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Thunders apart the skies, the rain was raging into my memories. Sad stories of my past were battling within the circus of the mind. I have always walked on a rope with fear of falling, but this time I have lost all consciousness and I was about to fall. There were few hours left until dawn and then I will be sentenced to death. Orange jail uniform was tightening closing down on my body, and I want nothing but the independence, free will to walk out, an open mind to do what I want. But I was a captive within my mind. I was finding ways to break out from the jail, but whenever I tried to dig a hole there was insecurity and lack of confidence that put me again behind the bars. I was counting every second until my body is hanged and my soul runs free because I have lost this fight to my body, a body that never responded me in case of survival, a body that never backed me when I was lacking confidence, a body that perished when I was stuck in a problem. The jailer was recalling my official id: Stayrude2037 to ensure I would be ready at exact 6:00 am for my execution.

37th was my position out of 50 students, until 10th grade, since I was afraid to ask questions from teachers who scolded me. But did I ever try, the answer is no. I was questioning things but not more than I was questioning myself and not more than the consequences of my actions. Am I born to underachieve, that’s what crossed my mind until I lost everything dear to me. I saw people performing on stage, and the awards were handed over to them, never have I ever tried to be on the same stage, because the fear in my mind has consumed my morale and left me clueless. 20th was the time I realised and understood things as compared to those who easily managed to do things as far as their understanding capabilities are concerned. If in this world I was fit to be something was an inmate called “StayRude2037”. By this time, I have forgotten my name, since I would be better remembered at my 30th birthday as inmate “StayRude2037” rather than my name. Stamping me with the failures in life, when I start losing friends at an early age. My jokes made no sense, my personality had no upbeat about it. I merely laughed around someone, I merely had someone to share my tears with. In my thirties, I learn to get failed, but I never got up, the pile of failures has buried my dead body before I was even dead.

Time was getting closer, I was continuously reminded that I had no place to live among beings and I am no character to be granted a happy life on earth and I should be returned to God. So, that a better version of me could be sent to replace my entire being. And the time came, the jailer opened the lock of the cell, asked me to accompany him. He was sure, that I am satisfied with this end but deep down inside but I was not. Since I remember, I was seen as deliberately silent being, who contributed nothing towards society and often called a loner.  The jailed called my code, “StayRude2037” its time, you will be executed exactly at 6:00 am. I was asking my self what was my crime, he kept insisting me to move forward. Then I realised it’s the time to stop this for once and all, I asked him to help me run away. But he said I don’t know the code to the big gate, only you know it. I said you have jailed me; how can I know the code.

 He reminded, no it’s not my jail, I am merely a character in your mind that you have created yourself. Have I been doing this to myself the whole life, have I given this authority to others for judging me for who I am. Have I been jailed within my mind, this whole time and have never the courage to break the shackles and to run away? But, have I been the only one telling my self that I would never achieve my Goals. Yes! This is it, it was me who failed me. Therefore, it can only be me who will free my mind once in for all! By, this time I wore failures on my sleeve and I walked towards the big gate with a big heart, to win, not to lose and to run away leaving behind all the failures in the past. The Big gate in front of me was a large and humungous but it a small code is required to unlock it. I knew the code my whole life, but it was lack of confidence that stopped me to overcome these situations. Every time, the jailer called my id, it reminded me of my failures but it was the code to crack all the happiness I needed. So, I entered, “Stayrude2037” and then came the bright light vanishing all my miseries and burying them to the ground. I shrugged my failures and torn the piece of paper in my pocket that said, “You are an introvert, inmate “Stayrude2037”! So my advice to all of you never gets framed by the opinions of others and what they think of you and your personality. Try to break the shackles, because words like introvert are designed to hold you back down, so stay rude to your problems, not to people around you, stay rude to your miseries and fight them back, love your loved ones and used them as a force, stay rude and fight the bad in the world and be a force to reckon with.

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Unforeseen adventures of travelling

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My journey in this world is unplanned and never have I ever thought that I would be able to travel alone in Europe, hopping on different buses and trains, getting confused by the worthiness of different European languages and getting lost in the beauty of the countryside. My history with Hungary is a bit stupid and speak of my naive teenage. I fell in love with a girl, over the internet, and she wants me to meet her in Budapest. We planned that someday we will do a combine euro trip but before that, we broke up. I was a teenager who had no money in his pockets, that’s why I curse myself sometimes that when we are young we have more energy and passion but we are always short of finances.  Years passed and in 2017, I started travelling, one country to the other and fast forward to 2019, where I thought it’s time to break the shackles. It is not easy to apply for any visa from Pakistan, you had to submit a plethora of documents but fortunately, I got my Italian visa in 7 days.

Couchsurfing has helped me to make social acquaintances all around the world.  Travelling helped me understand, that whenever I took a leap into the unknown, I found a connection and it was natural. Before my travelling days, I thought of my country as the worst, I hated it and I simply want to leave my country and live somewhere else. But today my perception is changed, when I saw people thinking and worrying about the same things that I do, even in the first world countries then I realised we all humans are same. We are never satisfied we always want to grab a better opportunity and we can never be satisfied when it comes to our needs. I realised that I need to be humble around people, talk to them politely, should be thankful for their services, greet them in a good manner and all of these etiquettes that’s what travelling has taught me. 

After landing in Rome, I ultimately booked a plane ticket to Budapest.  Watching a Telenor sticker on atm, was a “dejavu”, I asked my self, “where am I”. But I realised, it’s a Norwegian company since I use Telenor sim in Pakistan. When I walked out of the airport without a stamp on my passport, I was shocked again that if I missed the immigration and I am fucked up but then I realised someone telling me that travelling by plane in Europe is domestic travelling, so no stamps on passports. Now, the bus ticket was my next plan, so I got one for my self but I saw a lady being stuck on the vending machine. I asked her if she needs my help, she spoke Spanish, I asked you need help with the ticket, she nodded. I got her two tickets to the city centre with my converted forints and I just realised that I am short of the currency. All of us know, that so-called, currency conversion outlets that charges “0 per cent” are not true to travellers but I need to have some cash, so I exchanged only some of my euros. Anyways, I went around Budapest and took some insightful pictures on the Hungarian parliament, just that time I received a call from home that my father is being hospitalized and being operated.

My dream came true but with huge consequences, I had to change my whole plan. But for now, I had to go to vereb to my couch surfing host. Google maps fooled me around the whole, I can never forget the name “Kopalnasnyek”, that was my stop and my way to Vereb. At midnight I was sitting ducks in a no man’s land, and my couch-surfing host said the next bus will be at 4 a.m. But somehow I reached my stop after changing the old regional train, where there was no GPS signal and there was no led display reminding you of your stop. She told me once you reach the bus stop, you got to say “Vereb” to the taxi driver and his response should be “Iger” (yes). That’s exactly what happened when I found a bus waiting for me on the bus stop and I took my leap into the unknown.

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Commendable Doctrine

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When I graduated I had a lot of dreams, I was thinking to transfer my knowledge so that what I learnt can be consumed by others and that way a new era should begin. I clearly want to take everything like a storm, on my chest and I was ready to fight for one thing, good and quality education for everyone. I realised that if we can be educated even a single person from a home, then we can eradicate poverty and that is what I thought of the problem myself. In a city like Karachi, that hustles and bustles with humans, but that is known widely for getting mugged on streets and mobile snatching, street crimes were often regular. Clearly, people had less education, fewer jobs, therefore no money and young men were forced to rob people. Education was the answer, but my path was never a straight one, I had a lack of mentors my whole life. I made so many mistakes but whatever I learnt, was because when mistakes were made, I had a lesson in front of myself.

I started teaching young guys when I was like 19, English, mathematics and science. The necessary subjects that a human should be educated about. When I got into a college as a diploma teacher, I was very happy with myself that finally, I have a good stable job and where I could practice my passion. I started with all the passion I had, but when I got deep into the management. People were corrupt, fake degrees, sitting on someone else’s position. Cheating in final exams, externals were being paid. Books were just copy-paste, piece of crap, so I got terrified, I asked some of my colleagues about all those things. They asked me to keep my mouth shut and for them It was normal. It was like when you know that killing a person is prohibited but you kill the person anyway, saying it does not matter, someone is going to kill anyways. Various analogies have been showed to me, that it does not matter, If I will not participate in this process then someone else will be hired. My self-esteem died, I cornered myself from every particular process, I started to leave the meetings for no reason because I had a philosophy, “ to do what’s right, whatever are the consequences”.

I knew the wisest man, my grandfather from the mother’s side. I went to him asking questions. That it’s my dream job, but now I feel like, I am doing nothing right, but I have become what’s corrupt and injustice to human beings. Teachers don’t take any interest in teaching students, they just care about their salaries, they are being paid, degrees have been handed out to rich people, they just come in to pay the fee and write their names. I have seen politicians, and their children’s both getting their degrees, and I was shocked as my brain will explode. After explaining the situation, my grandfather said. I know it is your dream to serve your countrymen but you cannot fight this fight alone. I believe you are a man of faith, you have to fight this system if you think you are the right man for this job. Because I know, there are not many beings who will take this risk willingly, they are small people, they are not born to do what’s right, they are born to become the part of the system. So, go and challenge and system, that seems like what you should be fighting for, to save the education system, rather than becoming the part of this corrupt system. Gather evidence and go to court.

The next day, I called a few of my local lawyers and go their advice on the matter. They asked me if I have some evidence in order to support my case. After gathering some of the evidence, my next move was to leave college. But when I resigned, I was asked into the office in order to know the cause for resigning. I felt like, I have been threatened that if I leak any of the loopholes in the system then I will be dealt with. After that day, I was being more quickly into my approach for taking this case public. I started a social media campaign on both Facebook and Twitter, and day by day my students and most of the general public understood what am I fighting for.

I conducted research about cheating, through the responses I realised that most of the people in the country are cheating in order to get their diplomas.  The whole system was corrupt and it had to stop. When I had my first court appearing, I was terrified but my family supported me throughout my journey so, I went to court and while driving, I was thinking of everything that could go wrong. But when I was stepping into court, people were gathered outside the court for my support and at that moment I felt like I was not alone in this journey and now I have if not thousand than hundreds of people with me.

I stood by the court, in front of those I used to work with, they tried to intimidate me with their power but I was not steeping aside, at that time I was all in. When the court has to rule a hearing, they asked me for my suggestion, what do I want, I said I want all of them in jail, at least those I know who are corrupt and they are spoiling the diploma degree.   Then, I proposed my curriculum, I asked the court that Higher education commission can look into my curriculum for the diploma of an associate engineer. I was preparing for the war, I asked every one of my good old friends to step in this war with me. We designed a curriculum for electronics, computers, mechanical, and civil engineering for the time being. Then after hearing all my account, the court said, that final decision will be taken after at least 3 months. I was being called by national television, and I made the headlines. A young engineer from Karachi stands against the corrupt mafia, and he wants all of those involved in jail.

They asked me on the live T.V, what do I want actually, I told them, “ Our kids need education, we have to make a name around the world, have you ever had a look at those things that we use, cellphones made in the U.S.A, Cars made in Japan or Germany, Electronics made in China, medicinal research’s conducted in Europe.  Why not here, why not made in Pakistan, we have to understand that we are lacking a mindset because when someone else innovates for you, you lose all of your self-respect, and you don’t take responsibilities for anything. I want my people, especially those young people listening and watching out there to understand that they need to be innovators, and they need to solve the Global problems, once they are done solving the issues in the country.  Don’t run out of the country when it requires you the most, I know when you think, that you are talented, the next thing that comes into your mind is to go aboard and take a degree from there. But the mindset has to change, we need you all here, we need to set the record straight, from now on we have to fight everything corrupt.

I want all of those people, who were corrupt to be in jail and I want to set the example that one man can make a difference. Because I know there are many out there like me, they are just being talked into the same idea that their voice does not matter. But I want to tell them, If I can do this, then they can also bring their issues to surface and they can file the court case against the corrupt people. Join my Facebook page and fund my organisation, the “commendable doctrine”. After I was done with my appearance on my T.V many people approached me and asked me that they stood by me. I realised, they want me to become a part of their campaigns so that they can have an added voice for themselves. I asked them politely, that I fight for one and only thing that is the education system. I realised that I need to strengthen the primary education in my country, so I made few queries to higher education and then asked them if I can go thought the primary education curriculum that is being taught in schools.

Now I had a team of around 15 young men and women who were providing me with their services voluntarily. We reviewed the primary education curriculum and realised the curriculum is very outdated and there are two different curriculums for private and for government schools. So, we were creating societal differences and different mindsets, poor people go to a government school, while rich go to private.  Again, we worked hard for a week and approved the same curriculum for both the private and the government schools. We funded mobile schools, people would volunteer for just one hour, the school was just for 3 hours, so no one had a hesitation to volunteer for just one hour. Again, only three subjects, math’s, science and English.

Our team started getting bigger, now we had programmers who were working on our websites, and we designed an application, where you can file a complaint against people who are involved in corruption especially in educational institutions. We started the whistleblowing concept, and we set the rewards for the people who used to blow the whistle for any corruption in their college, school or university. We started raising our voice for increasing the salaries of primary school teachers and we set criteria that a primary teacher should have 16 years of education. A primary teacher used to get 10 to 12 thousand but we protested and their salaries increased to up to 30 thousand. Then we started focusing on the complaints, we started making workplace harassment laws for women, especially in the education sector. Every issue from top to down, we were solving it, there were so many problems to be solved and we were too little to solve them at a time. But we were doing it one by one, because it was my promise to those people that I will be doing what is right and the wrong is never right anymore if somebody says that to you, he or she is a criminal and should be taken down.

People were threatening me, I was receiving hate speech from people also, that I was working to make myself popular and it was self-fame. Some also speculated that I would leave my campaign, the very second I will be offered a huge sum of money.  Or I would merge with some international NGO, and they are still funding me for an international cause. But the truth was that my determination, didn’t skip a step, it helped me focus on what was the true cause of my campaign, “Commendable doctrine”. When I used to be out, people used to follow me on their bikes and they issued threats that they know me and if I don’t stop, I will be done very soon. The court verdict day was coming closer and closer, and I was getting myself ready, I was ready to understand that there are some loopholes in the system that will take some time to be solved. So, I was ready for the aftermath of the decision, if it will go against me, and how those people can affect my campaign and what I stood for.

And then I was standing in the court, and it was the same, those people I used to work for, were trying to intimidate me with their looks. And before I entered in the court, I guy approached me and hold my hand and said to me that after the court hearing, it’s the end. I was never fearful because I lost my fear when I stood against the corrupt mafia. The court in their verdict said, “ We find the institution guilty of corruption on various charges, and finally the court asked me, What do you think should happen with those people.

My response was, “ Your honour, I don’t know the law, but it’s my retribution against them, I never did it, that I lost my dream job, or that I want any self-fame, but I live with a philosophy and that was the one time, God was testing me against my own beliefs and I hope he will forgive me for my time at the institution because I also took part in the corrupt activities”. I realised that I have to give up my big dream, I order to pursue what is right, so I will say it again, when they will be locked up, maybe they will understand, that’s the price they have to pay because they are responsible why Pakistan (my beloved country) is so far behind the line. My country should be innovating, when you innovate, it means that you are responsible for a lot of things, it means that you are helping humanity with something. But these guys, they have imposed a failed system on everyone and now that people have been practising it for so long, they think that there is nothing wrong with it.  I want that to end today, and I want you to make an example for them. Thank you….

I knew deep down, that could be my last speech, so I said what I wanted to and I was smiling, because I achieved today what I fought for. Everyone, who has been involved in corruption was jailed for 10 years, and they were subjected to community service also. It was a humiliation for them, people were throwing all kinds of things on them when they went out. I was waiting for my fate, but then people came and they took me on their shoulders. They were chanting all sorts of stuff, someone was saying … that I should be running for prime minister … someone was saying …that I should look into other professions also. I saw the same guy, who threatened me before, coming closer to the crowd. When I saw him taking out his gun, I closed my eyes, a shot was fired. People were all over the place, in panic. They grounded the guy and he was unable to fire at me, police came and took him into custody. At that time, I realised, I am even more needed by my people, and I will look into other corrupt occupations.

My cause was greater, but my life was short, a lot of miles to cover, and a lot of hurdles to overcome”

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