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For Anwar Iqbal Baloch
Veteran Television and film actor, Anwar Iqbal Baloch passed away in July. Perhaps we, as viewers and residents of Pakistan, failed to gauge the severity of this loss that the industry and country as a whole suffered due to his untimely demise. I was fortunate enough to have made his acquaintance at the dinner table of his eldest daughter’s wedding, where he kept insisting that I eat more and…
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Khawar Burney and cavity searches
I took a careem a few days back from work to home, the driver was a young guy in his early thirties supporting a buzz cut and wearing a menacing bandana and ear-rings and was well built, he had dark circles beneath his eyes and seemed as if he had not slept in days. At once my instincts told me not to talk much during the ride to avoid nauseating stories about girls, political parties, late night…
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Dear beloved
God is helping me, he lead me to a video because I looked for it, I had always sought guidance and I can accept my flaws when faced with them. The video came up during the little hiatus you took without reading my letters. Here is the video: https://youtu.be/TuiMru1ZVqgI went out for a walk after getting a notification that your letter was arriving, I had time to overthink what the contents might…
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Hey little sad man,
Why are you bad, man,
Why so bleak,
Turn the other cheek,
Get slapped own it.
Comma, fullstop, oblique.
Bitchslapped, repeat that.
God, did you see that?
God, bear witness
Oh, anonymous chat,
Who could that be?
God, Is that a sign?
Santa coming down the chimney?
A girl, paying attention to me?
Future wifey?
Hold your horses, jim carrey.
Eternally obsessed darkened son,
Your Biography is, wrong turn
God, did you pull the string?
Is it another lesson?
Do you want me to sing?
David could you teach me?
David??? Please don't forsake me.
I can also do a stupid dance,
Please give that a glance.
A chance? To prance? Perchance?
No, Not impressed?
I can lie cheat and beg... Would that appeal you,
How could I appease you?
Are my ways flawed?
My clay gnawed?
Hey, why so depressed?
You need deep rest.
Thank God for humor.
I pronounce you dead.
But doctor, don't make things gloomer.
I can't help him, it's science,
Braindead! Tumor, Hemmorhage.
Laugh now, the joke is over.
Words are thoughts, only slower.
A speck, from muck.
Amuck you run,
Slowburn.
Spew, bark and churn.
Scribbles and dribbles.
Lines and shapes.
Inks and drapes.
Created creation creating created creations.
A hungry fox, sour grapes.
Play dead, now ape.
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Dear beloved,
God is helping me, he lead me to a video because I looked for it, I had always sought guidance and I can accept my flaws when faced with them. The video came up during the little hiatus you took without reading my letters.
Here is the video: https://youtu.be/TuiMru1ZVqg
I went out for a walk after getting a notification that your letter was arriving, I had time to overthink what the contents might be.
I listened to this while walking: https://youtu.be/TuiMru1ZVqg
As I walked empty streets amidst the pandemic lockdown, I saw a lone donkey, he scurried across the road very nonchalantly and turned into a street opposite to mine. I kept watching it becoming a blur in the distance, all by itself, in the cold dark night. I felt like breaking down and crying. I wanted to help him so bad but I didn't.
I just let him go, I let him go and be at God's mercy, I hope and I pray he's alright.
I was the donkey in this instance, although the story is real and not just metaphorical.
There is a lot I want to say, a lot I can say and a lot that I can't yet.
But, trust me, I know what you're saying. Thank you for saying it.
I don't know what exactly is the yearning, I just want love, give love, personify it, live it and be it. With time, trial and error, I have come to the conclusion that I need to mend myself, love myself. I am trying, it is very hard, I am a sinful man with an extremely guilty conscience but I know now, I have known this all along but I fought the the thought of loneliness, I fought it with each fibre of my being but I know now, I know what I must do.
I would love you to be by my side in this journey, the journey I must partake on. I would like that.
I will love you not because I need you, not because I want you, not because I want to be a hero or a martyr. I will love you for you and for being an extension of God's energy, his soul, like we all are. Stardust. There could be greater people, better choices, but I will love you simply because I choose to, and I will stand by my choice, come what may.
Hear this at this moment: https://youtu.be/PpP3hjPVw5Y
I will love myself better, heal myself, be my best version, not to please you or anyone else but to be my best self, the self I was born to be. One that makes full use of the time he has on this earth among the people he loves and those that love him, being kinder, making this world a better, safer place for dreamers.
I am earnest in my quest. Love has no conditions, no formulas, it just is... or isn't.
Me, God, love, myself. Its all connected. We are one. Not just me and the emotions I feel or the presence I refer to as God but us, you and I, this universe, each and every individual in it, living or non-living, every thing is connected to the same source, essentially one greater being.
Time to click this: https://youtu.be/8sxqZV_o5Bk
Here I would like to quote a character named celine musing about loves of her past, she is very close to my heart.
She says: "I'm happy you're saying that, because... I mean, I always feel like a freak, because I'm never able to move on like... this! You know. People just have an affair, or even entire relationships... they break up and they forget! They move on like they would have changed brand of cereals! I feel I was never able to forget anyone I've been with. Because each person have... their own, specific qualities. You can never replace anyone. What is lost is lost. Each relationship, when it ends, really damages me. I never fully recover. That's why I'm very careful with getting involved, because... It hurts too much! Even getting laid! I actually don't do that... I will miss on the other person the most mundane things. Like I'm obsessed with little things. Maybe I'm crazy, but... when I was a little girl, my mom told me that I was always late to school. One day she followed me to see why. I was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees, rolling on the sidewalk, or... ants crossing the road, the way a leaf casts a shadow on a tree trunk... Little things. I think it's the same with people. I see in them little details, so specific to each of them, that move me, and that I miss, and... will always miss. You can never replace anyone, because everyone is made of such beautiful specific details. Like I remember the way, your beard has a bit of red in it. And how the sun was making it glow, that... that morning, right before you left. I remember that, and... I missed it! I'm really crazy, right?
I feel I was never able to forget anyone I've been with… because each person had their own specific qualities. You can never replace anyone. What is lost is lost."
We are enough. We are complete, a complete whole, their are no two halves that will eventually come together, that is not God's way. Two wholes uniting is always better than two proverbial halves. This is not a desperate cry for help, or an attempt for narcissistic self growth, its an opportunity to learn from each other, to grow and also have fun in the process.
This is me giving you an opportunity to get off with a stranger who you met on a train in a foreign land, Someone who has approached you and you two have been talking for a while. Do you get off with him at this random train station and walk around exploring the place on foot or you just want to get off at your station and go home?
*extends his hand*
To end this letter, I will copy paste one of my favorite poems by Khalil Gibran, he will try and explain the notion of love I adhere to.
Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
Higher love: https://youtu.be/_dtnNlAXqSE
Love,
Azlan
“An year older, a year closer.”
“An year older, a year closer.” by Aliazlan https://link.medium.com/p4VqRjyF7ab
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An year older, a year closer.
I am truth
I have been on this journey of controlled and concious numbness for a while, some will call it stoicism.
I am coming to terms with my own self worth although my loathing for my own being still supersedes the self love most of the times… But, I am trying.
I am trying to stay away from desires, some I manage to stay away from, some I still give in to and some I work around and figure out…
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I was 14-15, a little chubby and in school, had recently gone under the trimmer and supported a buzz cut, got a cool looking blue jean hat and looked as stupid as a young man going through puberty should, and then it hit me... A strong smell of the finest flowers meshed together with the perfect chemicals and distilled at perfect temperatures to create a smell, an elixir so overpowering and unrelenting that in that moment I actually realized what an actual endorphin high feels like, I was gliding in the air, she was the pied piper leading me to my untimely demise and I was ever ready and willing.
It was her, the girl who was not supposed to be where she was, the girl who was the odd one out, that some kind of wonderful, that special something, something extra, an enchantress, unique, heavenly, angelic, ethereal, magical, fantastical. Her name started with 'F'.
It was a few days past Eid, a muslim holy event for community and character building, we were all allowed to shed our uniforms and come donning the best clothes in our raggedy closet or buying new ones for the occasion.
Eid Milan Party, the day arrived and it went by, laughter, embarrassing moments, great food, further embarrassment (for me), some more food, music, followed by cocoa cola's sugar high induced dance routines by a few boys of the class trying their best to act out an elliptic seizure which was cheered on as if they were Michael Jackson incarnate.
Day ended, whispers were frequent, the boys had seen 'F' and she looked otherworldly, she was a senior, maybe 18 at the time. Boys kept making small groups and visiting the guys of 'F's class in hopes of catching more glimpses of her.
I never had the cojones to go and have a peek like most, I just kept fantasizing 'F' draped in a long flowy dress and her bob cut hair resting neatly on her forehead, her smile lighting up the room.
Such was not the case, murmurs became rampant that 'F' had transgressed, teachers were animated and discussing a girl who had now fallen from grace and would be stigmatized till the remainder of her days at the educational Institute.
The bell sounded, I came to the Parking lot waiting for my mom to come pick me and my baby sister up and drive us back home, 'F' exited the school gate, pacing quickly towards the nearby housing society where she lived, for a fraction of a second our eyes locked, her lips pursed up into a slight smile. I knew then and there that I too was now e'F'ed till eternity.
She was never seen or heard from again...She left the school and left the city. Her cologne still remains the best smells that ever tingled my senses.
A gust of wind
I was 14-15, a little chubby and in school, had recently gone under the trimmer and supported a buzz cut, got a cool looking blue jean hat and looked as stupid as a young man going through puberty should, and then it hit me… A strong smell of the finest flowers meshed together with the perfect chemicals and distilled at perfect temperatures to create a smell, an elixir so overpowering and…
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When will I be found?
“A dream"
“A dream”
“I am inspired, I can feel the inspiration vaining and doubt creeping in, as it always does with an…” by Aliazlan https://link.medium.com/VGlz1XQmLab
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