Margalla Marauder

I keep myself occupied in mobile, So the memories of my past, Won't haunt me. I keep going through Facebook, So that my loneliness, Won't taunt me. I keep funny videos running, So that the darkness around, Won't daunt me. I step carefully around risks, So that any failures, Won't gaunt me. I keep myself hidden in crowds, So that those who know me, Won't flaunt me. Deceptions by denials and dread, Trying to make true, What can't be. © Abdullah bin Khurram 2017

HOUSE JOB DIARIES:       The story of a baby that suffered at the hands of the system, because she           was unable to afford expensive hospitals (A True Story, but fictional names) She had been lying on the bed of Paediatric ICU for hours, gasping, each breath coming in rales. Her mother, looking on at her wide eyes and flared nostrils, feeling as helpless as a snared rabbit, had already exhausted her lacrimal glands. The ICU was too filled with patients for the pair of House Officers to spare her more than a glance. One house officer once came by. He looked at the file. She was admitted last night. Her breathing was noted to become gradually difficult. She had also had fever and coughing. It was a pneumonia case. He had seen too many succumb to this ailment. This would likely be another one of the many. ' Well, who's counting, anyway ' he thought heaving a sigh. He checked the oxygen, and the...

Reigns and Chains [Wrote it for my college magazine about 2 years back. They never published it. Guess blogger has no problems with it :)  Only for muslims with deep understanding of religion] Tahir: Assalam-o-AlaikumwaRehmatullah bro… How are ya? Salman: Wa-alaikumusSalaamwaRehmatullahiwaBaraaktuh. I’m fine, Alhamdulilllah. U? Tahir: Me too, Alhamdulillah. (They smile at each other for a while; a relaxed calm look in both their eyes) Salman: let us find a place to sit somewhere. (He grabs Tahir’s hand, who follows effortlessly) (Both are sitting cross legged on the tiled floor) Salman: So, how are you? Tahir: (his smile spreads and bows his head) Not doing so well… you? Salman: (simply) Alhamdulillah! Tahir: Great… (They remain silent for a while) Salman: How’s it going? Tahir: Ah! The same routine essentially… (Silence) Salman: (Throwing Tahir a calculating look). How is your comrade? Tahir: That , my friend, is the real pro...

Love versus Love [ I wrote this back when i was a teenager. One views the world quite differently back then. It was a good theme nevertheless, even though it seems trivial now. But teenage hormones are rdiculously strong :) Hope you enjoy it and it changes you, even if a bit] The cool air brushed his hair as he walked through street 17. Saad was alone. His best friend, Tahir, wasn’t with him tonight as his paternal relatives were invited at his place on dinner. He was about to turn the corner towards the fields, when he heard the door of his friend’s house open. Although it was a moonless night, the light emanating from the windows enabled Saad to recognize the silhouette of a girl coming out of the house. He was about to turn away when, to his astonishment, came out another figure that Saad could not mistake. Tahir, a tall boy in his late teens, wearing a shining kurta shalwar and supporting a young beard, walked the length of his house and turned into the shadows bes...

A HEART CLIPPED I wrote this poem over a day. My first english poem ever. Hope you like it.  (The photo was taken by me in Ayubia, Pakistan) Once upon a time in eons mill 'Twas a dusky dawn and murky still Billowing winds and winter's chill Falling rocks, a clambering drill Three young lads climbing up a hill Pursuing their goal in mortal peril Spiky rocks testing their will Their own luggage, a heavy anvil "Plough on comrades, we shall loose" "*Not" he added after a moment's muse Not sure of what the journey ensues Afraid of the top, a summit's hues. Hazy concepts, distraction construes Giving for the future eminent clues The last to come, the first to obtuse Acedia's grip, an adventurer's noose The two other laddies labouring on Pushing their way through bush and thorn From homely comfort abstinence sworn Consistent perseverance, a sire's horn One looked up, an idea born "Why must the...

Background: I am a student of MBBS at Rawalpindi Medical College. A few months back, due to shortage of attendance in lectures, i was obliged to attend the wards for a week. It was on the 2nd day of that adventure that i was asked to write an essay on the advantages and disadvantages of attending the extra classes. It turned out pretty well. So, here i m posting it... Camping in the Wards Abdullah Bin Khurram                 While imagination is not bound by any limits, and aspirations reach beyond galaxies; while the world in turmoil irks me, and progress seems a faraway goal; while my plans surpass the heroes of the past, and my spirits reject the hurdles of the race; it is, nonetheless, the most difficult task in the world to get out of bed after a peaceful night’s sleep. As the sun shines into a bright ball of fire, devouring all the darkness of the heavens; as the birds sing the songs of pra...

A simple literary essay written a few years back by me, depicting how a varied our perception can be depending on what our thoughts think the whole time. The Beautiful Valley                 At leisure he sat under the shade of an enormous tree, whose long slender branches twisted and turned like arms united to form a thick grey shadow in the vastness of the shining golden-green grassland. As he looked up, deep in thought born out of the book in his hand, his eyes feasted upon the beauty of the vista before him. He smiled at the regal guarding mountains that came down slanting from both sides of the valley. Faraway to the horizon, where the sky fell into the misty Earth, he could see nothing but a snowy peak that rose out of the grey haze, and shone golden-white, majestic above all visible. How breathtaking and “beautiful” the panorama was for the reader…!       ...