To Tame or Love or Both or Same?

 

There it was. I knew it would come out again searching for me like I do every morning. I look for it and then the war of stares starts. We look at each other for as long as we can. Last encounter lasted for an hour or so or that is how I presume it was.

‘Hold on. Not today, today we won’t just stare. We must speak. Would you care to step out of this bush may be?’ I tried sounding annoyed.

‘I cannot. I am not tamed.’

‘I am sorry? I do not want to tame you. Why would you say that? I just want to talk.’

‘But why me? Why do you want to talk to me only?’ That was now its turn to sound annoyed. ‘Do you mean to say I am the chosen one, even though there are plenty of my kind wandering this neighborhood? Why is it me you seek to tame?’

‘I do not want to tame you. What’s gotten into you? Why are you mistrusting me? What do you mean when you say tame? I was now rambling as it was getting on my nerves. I just wanted it to talk to me for a while.

‘It is the most common of acts or feelings or both or same,’ it said amusingly.  ‘To tame means to form a bond, to develop a feeling, a connection that is not shared by all.’

‘Like love?’ I could just whisper. I don’t know why I said that. Embarrassing.

‘There is nothing to be embarrassed about.’ It continued, ‘I am nothing to you and you are nothing to me but a mere human like others rummaging around these roads. We do not need each other nor do we seek to be noticed by each other, unless you tame me. I may then stand out for you amongst the crowd. I may then be the only one cherished by you, as exotic as I may seem to you after, I can never be compared then to anyone seemingly or remotely alike.’

‘You do understand despite you questioning it we are actually talking now.’ It was my turn to sound amused now.

‘Ah, well. We share a similarity, too. That fact may help you tame me even better.’ It had started strolling now in her patch of grass.

‘What? We do? What could that be?’ I giggled.

‘Our eyes…’

It stared at me. And in no time, I could sense something surreal happening. ‘You. Tamed. Me?’ I was put on mute.

She was on the pavement now, head down, and shivering while it brushed her shoulder with its whiskers and off she went.

Inspired by: The Little Prince.

Dream, Pray, Love

“The land is in pain and so is the sky above our dear homeland.

The comfort it seeks is in the discomfort it once lent

To the peace preachers, and the money-makers who meant

No harm yet smote the senses and lightened the scent

Of mutiny, fights, clashes among each crowd and clan…”

The knock on the door paused her poetic stream, “without consent, my friend!”, she smiled amusingly at her wordplay. She did love the punning she could weave within her thoughts. That was her mother asking her the 11th time to leave the room and have a morsel of food. It was one in the afternoon. She sure was late for the day.

She had yet another dream that morning, or to put it factually, the same dream had recurred for the fifth time, making her stay aloof for some time in her cozy little room. It sure was a disturbing vision and she had tried all her might to forget it after every occurrence. She could still trace each detail of it:

“It was midnight, quiet and dead silent except for the sound of an old cart moving briskly on the bumpy muddy road. She was on the cart and it was driven by a silhouette of a strong man. She couldn’t focus on the rider as the path seemed going nowhere and she had started feeling chills inside out. In less than five minutes they reached an old city covered in stench of blood. She now could see human bodies lying everywhere. She couldn’t make out the faces as the cart was moving too fast. She looked up from that disheartening scene which got gloomier with what caught her eye after. There were flags on that murky road. Different ones, everywhere. The cart slowed down on its own, enough for her to see the flags clearly. The flags were black, white, red in color, some with stripes or crowns, others with Arabic or Persian on it. And amongst those flags, torn and shredded, green and white, was the flag of her homeland. Her Pakistan.” She would wake up as soon she would see that last flag, panting heavily with teary eyes.

Who to tell, who would take that seriously as she knew humans around her or in general were growing fast in apathy and indifference. It was already alarming as none of them seemed to care the damage they were all in their own ways bringing to this planet, to their countries, to their families, to each other. She was not any philosopher nor a psychic nor any religious scholar but some of all. She just stood out in the crowd, even if she never wanted to. She was a joker who could see through delusion when all seemed enjoying the hum drums of mundanity. She knew this dream meant something graver which could not and should not have been taken lightly.

She was now eating her favorite porridge while skimming through daily and weekly news on her smart phone. “Qandeel Baloch murdered by her own brother”, “Eidhi passed away”, “Turkey almost had a Marshall law”, “Brexit”, “Amjad Sabri”, “800 stray dogs were gathered and poisoned by the Sindh Government as a health hazard intervention”, “An angry mob stripped, tortured and killed a person accused of petty theft, threw him in a sewage filled pond in a street”, “Pakistan ranked 6th most dangerous country for Christians”. She switched off her cell phone and rushed outside for fresh air. “This world will meet the worst of its ends if this goes on.” “My country, my homeland may be amongst the first ones to meet a painful demise by the hands of its own people.” She did not want to think so negative but she could see it happening so vividly.

“Wala Tahino, wala tahzanu – Don’t lose hope nor be sad – Quran 3: 139”, her pavement wall had this wall hanging. It was like an omen. “Yes, there has to be a solution to all this chaos, confusion, hatred, intolerance, gadget gluttony and identity/gender crisis, religious/cultural drifts. Something that each one of us is missing out on. How can there not be peace when there is so much chaos? How can any element survive without its binary opposition? There sure has to be a cure. I must think. At least I must if none can. And then what if my dream is interconnected”. All these thoughts filled her again with zest and life. Her eyes would always brighten and shine whenever her mind sorted and figured out a solution.

She started jotting her ideas down to deduce association for each thought and how all that could be interpreted as a solution. After an hour of continuous but random read, focused thinking on each random read, she connected the dots to only see a solution which had always been right before her. “The cure to all this chaos and absence of peace is nothing else but Love”. Bringing her favorite theoretical physicist, Stephen Hawking in mind, “The best cure for human aggression is increased empathy that brings all of us together in a peaceful, loving state.”[1]

“He did mean the same, all that we have been fighting for and over had one simple answer, love for humans, love for humanity beyond differences. How difficult could this be?” She was enthralled that a cure did exist. That her beloved green flag of her cherished homeland could be saved with one simple solution that Edhi believed in too. That each one of us mattered the same and our lives were significant enough to cost the disruption or existence of this very planet. That each one of us shared an underlying unity, reflection of the sublime. That diversity was just a genetic, social, political make-up, there to add colors, to bring life. That dreams could come true with thoughts of love and faith, followed by actions of collective good. That there was hope and she could share this hope with all on the 69th birthday of Pakistan, the homeland of peace-lovers and future peace-makers. She had to before it was too late.

[1] See more at: http://www.gmanetwork.com/news/story/442105/scitech/science/humanity-s-future-depends-on-empathy-says-stephen-hawking#sthash.KMgBfztk.dpuf