Only 4 Days

Today I read somewhere that
“Miss you mama..!! I really feel like being treated as a kid even now”
And my eyes filled with tears. I remembered that I have been at home within last six months for only 4 days. My last visit was after the mid semester exam in March which consisted on only four days. Before that I had been there in December. And now is the month of May. Six months have passed. Six months means 180 days and minus four days– I was at home. Equals 176 days I have been out of my “Aashiana”. Oh! God! What a great change in life……I remembered those old days when I was unable to spend a single day out of my little world.
I remember the small home which is my whole world. Where I tried to create a world that could be bigger than I have ever imagined. And I remembered the people bearing the hottest weather of 56’C with no electricity and load shedding of 18 hours out of 24hours. And I remembered those days when I used to wake up early in the morning and went to school. And that ground of our school which was simultaneously our class room and playground and assembly hall and “Auditorium” and exam hall. We used to sit on “tats” and the whole class room contained this furniture: one table and one chair which were reserved for our teacher.
Those days were great days. My mother always cared a lot for me and specially prepared lunch box for me daily which I used to eat on returning home after having “Jhaarr” from mom. And that duty of Day Boy which cannot be simplified here in words.
And that Arshad Sahib who was the head of a trust developed for needy students. He always cared a lot for me. There was a book bank in our school settled by him which always helped me a lot with the great hands of Arshad Sahib in acquiring books. And that Rehmani Sahib….. aahhhh what a man!!! People what a man!!! He specially cared for me and taught me such “Gurs” which succeeded me to attain 135/150 in English in Matric Examination. He was really the man who cared much for me. Who felt and developed the hidden skills of mine.
And the most notable person whose lesson could never ever be forgotten by me. It’s the Principal of our school Mr. Abdul-Saboor Yazdani. A man who taught me the “Dua” which can make you succeed in every exam of life. And he cleared my tears when I was weeping bitterly on loosing in a trial quiz competition held in school for divisiaonal quiz. And I succeeded next day with great lead in that quiz. This proved the power of his words and The Blessings attained from Dua. He said to me “ Jab b kisi imtehan mai jaya karo tou Ba wazoo ho jaya karo. Aur yeah dua perh liya karo. (Rabbish-Rahli sadri…….)” And I followed him and found the destiny.
Now my days are full of sins. I am unable to get up early in the morning.And do all those good deeds I was always used to. No concept of Lunch Box. No such sincere teachers. No such sincere studies by me. World have been materialized. But I tried my best to do something for my nation by entering societies and communities. But politicizing of things has disheartened me.I am no more in any society. I cannot see anyone who is working for betterment of Nation.

The cold breeze that I felt while sitting on a bench in front of our house near the canal bank, hustle and bustle of people setting off for work in the morning.Cold rays of sun slightly illuminating things.……I want to leave all this stuff and want to rejoin the same scenery. I want to go back home.