Do you know what it’s like here in prison? I am addressing you, yes YOU, readers of The Friday Times who live in air-conditioned comfort.
How do I survive? By placing my faith in Allah, and knowing that I have a place in history. By reading interesting materials (a friend has given me History of Roman Empire, Reign of Caligula) and poems that my faithful followers sand me. Some of them are heart-warming. Like this one:
“Sanu continuous dokhhay/it’s okay.
Saadi pehli chori, pehla paa,
Ohna noo hazaar mauqay/it’s okay.
Akh chuk kay sanoo takeya ee naheen,
Assi bethay raye moonh dho kay,
It’s okay.
Lokaan noo hotelaan vich treataan,
Saanoo cha valay khokhay/it’s okay.
Ajj kal di mohabbat,
Parson choth ho gayee aye,
Bohat ho gayee aye,
Mein nu ohnay unfriend keeta,
Meray valon o faut ho gayee aye,
Bohat ho gayee aye.
Ja kar lay jinnay marzi affaire,
I don’t care.”
Then during failed World Cup attempt to beat India, Lovers of Mian Nawaz Sharif, Faisalabad, sent me fallowing poem sung in tune with famous 1965 war song “Aye puttar hattaan tay naheen vikday”:
“Aye puttar wicket tay naheen tikday,
Aye nuss nuss janday haar kurray,
Aina 337 kar lena, na ayvain chavlaan maar kurray,
Aye puttar wicket tay naheen tikday.
Aye sher bahadur ghazi naheen,
Aye batting karan tay raazi naheen,
Aynaan India nu ki chitt karna,
Aye jittan day he aadi naheen,
Aye adab karan sareyan da,
Ais vastay jaanday haar kurray,
Aye puttar wicket tay naheen tikday”.
Time passes.
How do I survive? By placing my faith in Allah, and knowing that I have a place in history. By reading interesting materials (a friend has given me History of Roman Empire, Reign of Caligula) and poems that my faithful followers sand me. Some of them are heart-warming. Like this one:
“Sanu continuous dokhhay/it’s okay.
Saadi pehli chori, pehla paa,
Ohna noo hazaar mauqay/it’s okay.
Akh chuk kay sanoo takeya ee naheen,
Assi bethay raye moonh dho kay,
It’s okay.
Lokaan noo hotelaan vich treataan,
Saanoo cha valay khokhay/it’s okay.
Ajj kal di mohabbat,
Parson choth ho gayee aye,
Bohat ho gayee aye,
Mein nu ohnay unfriend keeta,
Meray valon o faut ho gayee aye,
Bohat ho gayee aye.
Ja kar lay jinnay marzi affaire,
I don’t care.”
Then during failed World Cup attempt to beat India, Lovers of Mian Nawaz Sharif, Faisalabad, sent me fallowing poem sung in tune with famous 1965 war song “Aye puttar hattaan tay naheen vikday”:
“Aye puttar wicket tay naheen tikday,
Aye nuss nuss janday haar kurray,
Aina 337 kar lena, na ayvain chavlaan maar kurray,
Aye puttar wicket tay naheen tikday.
Aye sher bahadur ghazi naheen,
Aye batting karan tay raazi naheen,
Aynaan India nu ki chitt karna,
Aye jittan day he aadi naheen,
Aye adab karan sareyan da,
Ais vastay jaanday haar kurray,
Aye puttar wicket tay naheen tikday”.
Time passes.
NS