Little Lamb: A Childhood Story

One fine evening, my mama forbade me to watch my favorite cartoon show. I was angry and an unhappy kid at that moment. How could my mama be so cruel? Though it was a night before my exams but still luxury of watching cartoon shows should not be taken away, because when luxury becomes a routine it’s no more a luxury. It’s a necessity. Alas, my mama did not know that.

So I had no other options except to shutoff television and open my books. But I could not let it go. So, I uttered… “Whatever you do to others, does that repeat to you?” I inquired my siblings who were elder to me… and had a little interest in the cartoons.

Looking at me in astonishment they nodded their heads and affirmed my inquiry.

And me without having any predictability of the future, made a statement.
“When I will grow up, I will not let mama watch Thunder Cats either.”

I love you mom 🙂

While passing through the green field,
where meadow has a shadow,
and sun was about to sleep,
I saw birds moving back to home,
and the flock ran to rest,
hey wait mama, the poor lamb said.
His trembling little limbs,
fear in the voice,
and I could see tears in his eyes.

He was left behind his parents,
and the flock did not care,
alone in the valley,
even greenery looked so scary,
the sky turned black,
I doubted its existence,
no stars in the sky,
and moon was away that night.

The little lambkin screamed,
but his mama could not hear,
she could not see the kid disappear.

Wolves started to howl,
the lust glittered their eyes,
lamb looked at them in surprise.
And this all was so spooky,
the lambkin wished it was a dream,
he cried, shouted and shed the tears,
and woke up where his mama was combing his hair.

First Chapter: Unwelcoming the Invitees

I am an expatriate
Living in the sand
My employer is hostile
It’s no more a barren land
Abundant glittering of gold
Shine of sprinkled stone
Blazing cruel sun
Remains the gift for the toiler
Only castle speaks the truth
Lie speaks the spoiler
Unfriendly religious sore
Brotherhood with gore
I live in the place
To get my bread and butter
But you keep me here
For the cumbersome chore
I deserve the respect
You lack admiration
This is my story
So I will utter
But with no butter!


It is entirely our fault. We go back home with a Rolex in wrist, original looking first copy of ray-ban on face and a fake smile of satisfaction. Aren’t we cheating people back home?

A witty and charming but an oppressed person. Who was standing in an unmoved queue, for the last 50 minutes finally uttered out the frustration.

Hearing his satire I looked at my attire, and not just me half of the people in queue had the similar deceptive appearance, except that mentioned smile which was now substituted by the right facial expression. Expression of aggravated fear.

About an hour ago the PIA aircraft had arrived on runway 10 minutes before its arrival time. And literally public had run towards the immigration/security clearance counters to try their fortunes. Those who were coming for the first time cursed nation and its impolite behavior. All others had no time to curse they just joined the marathon.

If the above narrations do not make sense to you then probably you have never visited the eastern airport in kingdom 🙂