After my last blog post on this Elegant home in Islamabad, many people wanted me to do more posts like it. (Actually 87% of you!) So, here is the rest of my friend Munazza’s home.… More
It was Uxi Mufti, the son of Mumtaz Mufti, who established this place many decades ago, in Islamabad. Uxi Mufti is the guru behind it all. The one who convinced the government to take responsibility to make a place where folk art of Pakistan is archived, preserved and presented.
Here is also a theater where events take place to give a respected place to the local artists and musicians from all over the country, to perform. Recordings of their talented performances are also preserved in their archives. A set up of shops inside the museum and outside, where there are opportunities to have a permanent outlet for the folk artists’ work on sale.
This gives a source of sustenance to the artists too! I’m so glad he took this initiative, otherwise, a great deal of the treasures of our country would have got lost. This also gave value to their work, which was previously considered inferior.
Yesterday, it was hard for me not to write a blog post on 6th September, 2018. As the daughter of an army officer, and wife of an air force officer, the day means a lot to me.
It means a lot to every Pakistani.
More so for me.
Sometimes, I see Mom struggling with her sleep, to give me company. When I say, ‘Mom, why don’t you go to sleep?’
‘Then you will be all alone!’ She says.
‘Hey, I don’t mind being alone at all.’ I keep trying to convince her.
Being a widow doesn’t mean that one is all alone. I mean, just remember, when hubby dear was alive, how much time did we spend together anyway? The man went to office, then his sports and other activities. Yes, we had meals together, mostly. But there was a lot of time spent on one’s own even then. So, it is okay, to be alone. I remember there were times, when kids were small and I was on holiday from my job, I’d look forward to some ‘me time’ alone.
I’m sure you do, too.
It was something for which one often yearned. Specially, us writers and artists, do need time to collect our thoughts.
I’m sure everyone does.
It was my birthday last year, and daddy asked me, ‘what age are you now?’ So, I didn’t say, ‘you should know!’ Instead I asked him ‘which age? My spiritual, Intellectual, emotional, physical one, or my experiences’ age?’ That gave me enough time to slip off as he was trying to figure out the complications of this question!
That’s what I mean.
We are not just our chronological age. We are so much more. It’s how we feel that really matters!
No matter where you choose to live, it is important to make time to be with your near and dear ones. It’s obvious why you left Pakistan (or whichever country you left) – for greener pastures abroad! Actually, you left your country for many reasons: Interfering ‘family network’, lack of punctuality, challenging job situations, flies, mosquitos, garbage heaps, corruption, joblessness, class difference, witnessing poverty first hand, street children. Yes, I know, the list is endless.
When you left, you found, that you had replaced these problems with other problems: So, instead of the class difference back home, you found a lot of racism in your adopted country. (Since when did a wheatish complexion turn ‘black’ or ‘brown’?) Receiving special treatment at airports sometimes, combined with extra questioning at immigration. Many times you cannot ‘connect’ with the people, you feel so much loneliness. The big news is, there are crooks there too, and lots of office politics. So, you have to watch out.
‘How do you get so much energy?’ I’m often asked. I’m nothing, I know people who are far more energetic. It is all a matter of focus, interest, and flow. It is a matter of knowing where you are going, and not letting other things/people get in one’s way.
In 1997, I had asked the same question from Dr. Farhat Hashmi. We were sitting in her office, in F-8/3. Her little son was moving around us. There was the sound of students outside, the hustle bustle of a typical Al-Huda Academy was on. I was interviewing her for my article in Dawn. I had spent a full day, at Al-Huda, with my friend Seema. I could see what a grueling time Dr. Farhat would be having managing it all. Yet, she looked serene and in control.
This blog post is almost a continuation of my last blog post Ijaz Ahmed Khan – comparing a good word with a good tree.. Thinking it would be too long for you all, I decided to break them up into two. So, here it is, I know I’m late by a few minutes, but you know how life is these days! Yes, a bit crazy. But, here I am!
Now you know why, I chose this location of B 17 for our saplings, because firstly, the saplings would be well taken care of, and specially it would be in memory of a person, whom I got too late to thank, in real life. So, please do say a prayer for Ijaz Khan, and do not ever take so long in going out of your way to thank those who went out of their way to make life easier for you!
Perhaps, I met Mr. Ijaz Ahmed Khan once or twice in my life. It was enough to change my life…
What is life? Is it just this noise of the daily rushing around? Completing the ‘things to do’ list? Meeting deadlines, going from one rushy hour to the next? Always, counting to see if one can make ends meet, or get that little bit of extra too? Loving food, dresses, make up, handbags, car, house and still shopping for more? Putting it all on Facebook, Instagram or Tweeting it all over the world.
Is this life?
Or is life something more?
What gives meaning to one’s life? What makes you feel that eureka moment, when you say,
‘yes, it is all worth it!’
Here is a genuine man at last, wishing him all the success.
He truly looked like a Greek god, back in 1980 when I saw him for the first time, in the cricket field, next to Rawalpindi Club. He stood nearby, while fielding. I could see him clearly, as my friend Samia and I were sitting right next to the Pavilion. He looked even more good-looking in real life. In those days, he used to get his muscles pulled, due to his game. It was an international match with the West Indies. The match was won, due to many sixes scored by him the next day.