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Chapter 1:  7pm


Ali Is at his table sitting in a small chair and two candles are lit there because his town is suffering one more load shedding in electricity .It is part of the life he is living in his war hit country that figures no where in the world map yet it exists geographically on the very face of earth .well Ali doesn’t want to disclose the name of his country to keep of the controversies that will come up .His country has no mans lands and barbed wires with no defined existence of his motherland he lives in .Ali is a youth passed out of his college waiting for a job like other youth anywhere in any corner of world .But this part of world doesn’t deliver jobs so easily as wars mean much .Life succumbs  to broken infrastructures broken establishments meager business. Yet Ali is an enthusiastic guy determined to do something constructive for humanity.This is me Ali and I am writing this in my diary that  I am treasuring for world to get enlightened .By enlightenment I don’t talk that in vanity but by that I mean my subtle experiences for world as I feel them here in my land of which others are alien .My friends say their lives make a difference when Ali writes, I hope and I am sure Ali will make a difference.Well my scrap book will be adding chapters as life adds its chapters  to let you feel the threads woven in our life here.



Gun fires over here are a thing of routine , we have been born amidst this war which is there as you go shopping . we have accepted it unwillingly because we have to despite the post traumatic stress disorders it gives us .psychiatric  clinics are full with people who have lost  their dear ones in the gunfires whose bullets don’t know who is killed .I  ,ali part of this land travel through villages ,towns , cities of my country see the eyes of mothers who lost their sons fighting for the freedom of their motherland but things turned out slowly different as different people sold their blood to occupying forces .The lives over here are torn and going on a course that war hit nations do .yesterday I went to a village on a routine work of mine and had the chance of visting a home of tribals up in hills .The tribals over here live a nomadic life and travel with their cattle over hills and mountains rearing their livestock .They have lived in mud hatched houses ,no electricity ,no health facilities they rot like corpses when they get ill . As I often see them I wonder what kind of life.

Inspite of the odds life goes on with colour yet the intellectual metamorphoses succumbs .People are more often taken to make more and more money because of the uncertain political situation .I seldom get a company of people who really dive deep in intellectual inferences to make their lives more meaningful .A chaotic situation indeed because wars affect in every possible manner they can .Our language is dying, suffocating  as the institutions claiming to persevere it is itself eaten by war which breeds incompetence .wars leave in one way no place for intellgensia .


Chapter 3 Chores


When I finish my daily work I often think what is there to do as a meaningful productive action to benefit myself and the community .I have often realized that the more humans get obsessed with earning their meager livelihoods the more it drains them off everything .As you will go down markets you will see how people have grown impatient over little matters .All they think is to make more and more .Towns ,cities over here are unplanned growing fast as junk and crap.The best place I have thought

And worked out to spend my leisure time is corner of my room and my laptop which is my window to the world where in I connect my considerably feeble internet gprs to connect to the globe and let other humans know how is life here on our side.I do have to study for my medical career to be a medical doctor incessantly yet writing books is a part of me which I cant live without .My grandpa who has been a vetern lawyer tells me fables how he used to go hunting and how their life as youth was healthy and adventurous .I was always of hunting and horses yet the scenario over here prevents me to nurture this passion .The best friends for me over here are writing and reading literature.


Chapter 4concrete jungles


The buildings are coming up fast in view of the commercialization yet neither the govt governing us or people do have an idea where these concrete jungles are taking us , these jungle have sucked our rich rice fields and the country side , a saner person would surely cry over this plight .As I grew up I always thought of publishing my own work because I started writing since the age of 11 and I always felt how writing was such a powerful platform .But the publishers over here more or less require plots that will fetch them money while I don’t write for me money because I believe in presenting art that can enlighten .So writing on the internet has come to me a boon .What means superiority over here is possession of cars and land which to me appears not much .Need and greed are two different things .Life over here takes us to the very point which I had read in a book where people had been portrayed in future staying inside their homes and not seeing each others face where there was no concept of society and yes we have almost achieved that over here and the best things to drag you out of loneliness is electronic media .The telly has turned out to be the inseperable part of human life .


Chapter 5 9/11


It means nothing but ninth of November and yes I have travelled around a continent , I have seen humanity  has just love .I am a Muslim and in the backdrop of the Sept attacks on twin towers in u.s there were backlashes on Muslims  wherein we were stereotyped as inhumane and barbaric .Yet the humanity in spite of every cooked up misconception against Islam came to know that yes it is a religion of peace and universal brotherhood which some black sheep in the community want to distort and harm .Guns have nothing to solve and wars have nothing to give except deaths ,pain agony suffering .Islam denounces every act of terror .While my education tour to china I met people from every part of the world and every culture , I cherish all the moments we had together .Lawerence from canada , travis from south Africa , ema from u.s , dagmare samadi goenaga from costa rica , Pablo from mexico , evan orsadan from Israel , Justine from france all are some of the names of the beautiful people I have seen the humanity with .I always pray for their well being .I have discovered whole new phase of life with these and many more beautiful people in humanity

I have learnt hatred comes from lack of knowledge and I advise every one never to trust television . To sell the news one part of humanity is made enemy of other while in reality we are the same .Our colour , caste  , creed ,region nothing matters , there is no difference , no one has superiority over other , Before GOD we all are same as Islam teaches it fundamentally .

CHAPTER 6 Don’t mess with zohan


It’s the movie I saw when I was in college and admired the way Arab Israel conflict had been really presented .It was awesome , a conflict that really didn’t exist .In Beijing me and Pablo watched this movie together we laughed and enjoyed , then we had a game of billiards together .I met Bryan from Manchester he was on a tour to Beijing , he was a nice person , He had lost his dear friend in gulf war it brought tears to his eyes when in the midst of our conversation we came to it .Wars leave scars unhealed .i could understand his pain as I lost my only elder brother too though of a natural illness in the heart yet I knew what it meant to loose a near one .Bryan was a very social person with large number of friends , he said ali my grandfather taught me never burn bridges and be in contact with friends he had , yes he was right .

Later that evening me and my South African friend Travis went to the Beijing food street where you get all the weirdest

It was late feb and a little cold we wandered around that area it was pleasant and travis and me talked about cricket , i always admire hashim amla i told travis , he too agreed and said he indeed is a nice fellow .During my discourses and meetings with my friends across globe i have found a large difference in the expression of emotions , here back in our place in subcontinent we are expressive in our emotions while in west , even in germany france etc feelings and expressions are expressed differently

in West may be i am wrong but what i have realised till now people say dont push hard in any kind of relation when u express love in words two or three times any way our souls are alike yet i am still in the process of understanding human behavior ,i have so many questions to ask yet may be when i find more freinds i will ask them .


its fall now back in my country and leaves of willows have gone yellow , i have urge to go in mounatins and converse with nature and stabilise my soul inside .A cup of coffee is my favourite but i cant find a good brand here so i rely on water it rehydrates me and cause jitteriness.our political situation here is a bit settelled these days and we are having a moment of peace , its afternoon and sunrays start entering my room through window.I am happy with internet in our lives although many people complain about it yet people like me can share their work with rest of world for which we work so that this work makes our world a better place .Today i had to pause while i was writing .Night has fallen outside and its wonderful to write inside my wooden balcony , winters are coming and it will be cold , people here in war trodden places dont have much facilities yet native infrastructure to keep us warm, days are sunny with temp around 25c yet nights get very cold like 2c .These winters have one unwelcome thing in them that is our house windows have to remain shut because of cold that leaves inside room view as dark and gloomy .our traditional tea called as the namkeen chai ,chai in urdu means tea and namkeen is salty as we add salt to it instead of sugar .It sounds a bit weird being used to sugar in tea yet its an elixir to keep ourselves warm .There used to be a big kettle like thing known as the samovar which was used to serve the tea hot as it had built in chamber to keep hot coal but its no more used now , they say its a fast world so why trouble ourself, now the tea gets cold by the time it comes to cups as the emotions here which get cold by the time they are expressed .We cant spend these beautiful evenings any where in nature as people have forgotten wether there is a thing really like that because twenty years of continious gunbattle have rendered our

psyche paralysed and anhedonic


8.Walk In hills

Yesterday evening was the time I decided to have a walk in hills where I had not been since long .I met autumn , he was gathering his belongings he said it was time for him to leave as winter was arriving by the next train .It made me sad he had been here with me all season of fall we had gathered cicadas together ,we had basked together in mellow sunlight , we had grazed sheep in meadows , we had enjoyed falling golden leaves and incense of dry hay .It brought tears to both of us ,he promised that he would come next fall but I sighed and said may be I am there or not .He knew humans don’t last long .He still with deep rooted love for me said Ali keep warm in winter for he is cold .He said God keep u Ali .I thanked him and prayed for him too , it rained lastnight and I know he has left .Winter has reached I feel as there is numbness around .Apple orchards here in above hills near my home are all sheer nature and one comes back to life when he walks through open life giving orchards.our towns and cities have turned unmanaged with buildings rising above each other and traffic jam filled roads that have nothing to give you except mans own created mess .

A void is coming up between the new generation , our elders have left for heavenly abodes we don’t have the elixir of their love and experience and I always feel it badly ,although life may have evolved developed as one may call it but peace is no more.

now as days go on weather is hanging slowly , winter has arrived and its getting numb and cold .It may snow any time and then life turns more stagnant here.Villages will get cut off from towns and cities as snow falls .our child hoods were free snow wouldnt matter , we would go out in chill and freezing temperatures to play cricket .i often ask to myself what is growing up?restrictions and formalities i think?whole world is sleeping as i sit at my laptop which is now a notebook for me a magical notebook .

It has been twenty years since guns started to fire in our land and peace left us .when I was a boy I often questioned to myself what is peace?why is it so important ,I really didn’t know where to start defining it.Guns would fire anytime in our town and our childhood grew up amidst curfews and shootings .People loosing lives like nothing , blood washing those roads ,twenty years of turmoil do turn the senses numb .In medicine they

Call it post traumatic stress disorder where in people do suffer psychologically from pain and flashbacks with depression .Mothers lost sons ,children their fathers , wives their husbands for bullets don’t differentiate ,it doesn’t know who you are .It doesn’t matter to sharpnels in the hand grenades who is rendered lame or  whose childhood is snatched away ,landmines don’t see is he a jewish child a Christian or a Muslim .

The wars see phases and people get different agonies and pains .It has been twenty years my land has been in warfare wether sometimes tanks or guerilla .Human lives can’t be bought and humanity is priceless .I see candles burning in churches and people praying in synagogues while I kneel beside my fellow men in sajdah I.e prostration and ask ALLAH [GOD]to keep my brethren in humanity whether they be in Jerusalem or Rome or Syria ,anywhere in the world safe .



Golden sunlight in the hills with leaves curled up under feet .Evening sun setting at the back and the incense of grass filling up the senses .I have found solitude this great companion for  I have lost the connection remaining in this noise to my soul as it has turned the ears of my soul deaf.Iwish I had my home high up here in these hills .writing is an exploration where in I fear sometimes for I haven’t traversed these paths earlier.I have been questioning myself constantly what it means to be refined and civilized ,to be polished in intellect I don’t know where is the goal.Walking I came up to a brook the sun was setting by the willow and green weed decorated the floor of the brook ,this willow has been there since my childhood , it saw peace and it saw war .It welcomed me when I stood infront of it .Its bark had burnt on the outside may be a fire by gypsies or its heart burnt inside out because of the war.

My watch said 4.30pm and I heard the azan i.e call for prayer, Muslims pray five times a day bowing their heads to the creator of heavens and earth ALLAH (GOD)I had my prayer mat with me , I spread it on the ground and said ALLAHU AKBAR which means ALLAH is the greatest with it I began my prayer .

Birds were out there free in atmosphere flying in the blue sky that turned red by the far corners with the setting sun , I wondered birds to be more responsible than us as they don’t wage wars wherein metal pieces kill dear ones .

By the time watch said 5.30 pm I started leaving that place and thinking to myself those who cant understand our silence cant indeed understand us really

10. P.S culture  


It is not the usual P.s we use to describe crux of the situation ,its pseudo sophisticated culture which subtly grows in certain places wherein people consider themselves to be inferior than a culture or nations whom they consider to be far superior .It has grown and grown in my land since we got electricity and we had vedios of Michael Jackson .This P.S culture has absorbed in itself the wanabe ideology as its major part .P.S culture doesn’t see what nourishes the original culture and its identity yet apes blindly and shuts down all its windows of reason .P.S culture doesn’t see what it needs to evolve , yet it just wants to be the “x culture or the superior culture which it apes .The subtleties  of P.S culture are difficult to be described in detail , yet we can vividly see it as I move from my town to the so called city or when I go to airports .A friend of mine rightly said  ,enlightenment  brings simplicity.

By the setting sun of evening me and my friend zaffar went to the mountains again as a part of my off an on routine to enjoy nature .zaffar joined me after pretty long time almost eight years. Didn’t know friendships stand that long .We sat by a rural restaurant broken chairs and a round table ,chickens , roosters were pecking grains by my side and fowls occasionally crowed in their delightful voices , I fine grained my biscuits and gave it to young chickens I often wonder how magical and healing is nature.Zaffar seems lost in his ideas and I seem to agree with him only on few points and I till now never could understand his definitions .He keeps somethings to himself and doesn’t say them , he listens picks up what he needs .we walked in the meadow with dry grass and I loved the soil , it was incensed with balm of nature .The old water reservoir was dry and people had damaged everything they could ,thrown scrap all over in it and taken away its metal sheets of roof to sell it and get money a thing quite common in worn torn lands and idiosyncratic mindset of people out there. All rules them is personal  motives and greed .

A thing I am still researching in why does such kind of mindset takes its roots deep in the psyche of people in war areas .A simple

answer may be survival but its not that simple


urdu is a language that although is not my mother tongue yet I have studied this language in and out and it is a very deep and rich language with its litearure that expresses the depth of human emotions. The Urdu literature expands and encloses every aspect of human life .P.s culture is killing my own mother tongue, people thin k its inferior to speak their own mother tongue,  a strange thing yet true of the closed society that results out of being in seclusion for long .Refinement of the societies is a process which I am yet to understand as I have meager knowledge of sociology .The love for knowledge was never there in my land yet few people did contribute , here books don’t matter it matters how many cars do you have .It matters what job do you have but it doesn’t matter how deep you delve in knowledge .Philosophy here is lunacy .Khilal Gibran has been my friend here in this land , I take his works in his book and go to the incensed meadows which are about to shrink with monstrous expanding towns .Here I am not boasting of my self as a highbrow but what I feel I write .


Here high up in fields on hills lives a subtle farmer called zulqarnain ,I wonder what a magnificient character he is .I sometimes meet him in sunny afternoons while he is ploughing his field.zulqarnain says I love people yet I don’t give name to my relation .He meets people who needs his help in night yet he doesn’t say to any one .A philosophy which I have to explore .I ask him about it he says I don’t want anyone who needs me see my face and think that I am great , they shouldn’t see my face .Healing love and affection should reach them not my vanity which I may fall if they think I am something great stuff , its my duty to relieve them of pain to heal humanity.

12. Killed in Peshawar mourned in world


The tiny blossoms that were killed in Peshawar .Children of the army school pierced with bullets massacred in broad day light by terrorists , if the so called biased media attributes it to muslims ,why were the muslim children in the school killed brutally in first place ?the truth is terror has no religion .If humanity hated humanity as the media shows us to each other ,the children got bullets in Peshawar why did rest of the humanity cry in world? its because we are children of Lord and it doesn’t matter to which color , race ,language etc we belong which is one of the things Islam emphasizes upon .We all are equal ,same before our lord .

Those terror networks have no religion no humanity ,they don’t represent anyone just barbarism and cruelity.As I walked through the streets of my torn land I found humanity needs the medicine to heal and that is love .It is difficult to comprehend this sitting in big cities with every source of comfort at hand that what is it like to be in street of poverty .As a medical doctor now I feel the pain when I see poor fellows in wards receiving treatment trying to get it free of cost but in vain although.Some have to beg in streets ,some in mosques to get meds for their loved ones .I wonder what good my BMW or an apple mac book would do to humanity.When death will hit me I don’t want to die as a parasite who didn’t even bother to make the humanity a better place .My lands are either being exploited for oil or diamond .Let me be a black or a person in middle east or a child in Peshawar or the guy who got shot in occupied territories of subcontinent its here Ali starts writing because my children don’t have schools to go,they don’t have play site to play ,they don’t  know whats computer ,they don’t know what is childhood .The dolls here aren’t barbies they are shells of bullets and battered childhood .Ali finds its not consumers what world needs it requires people like Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him)Prophet Jesus(peace be upon him ) other champions of humanity like martin luther ,mother terresa so many others to heal it of oozing wounds.

P.S Ali wants to heal humanity and wants everyone of you to join in.

Love to all Ali.

Submitted: June 05, 2013

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for readers the word khalid has been mistakenly written

Wed, June 5th, 2013 4:18pm


Wow, you really set the scene for the bleak, terrorized lifestyle of those in war-torn lands. This was very easy to read and I look forward to exploring more of your work as it comes. Great Job my friend! Yours truly, Glinda Gail A.K.A. Lightbulb7Seven

Fri, June 7th, 2013 11:09pm

Dr Mirza Ahmer Be'g

thanks glinda shall i call u that ?your word has been my first encouragement here , i will surely update soon , i am not good at formatting my work over here , i will be enlightening with your work as well thanks !!bless u

Sat, June 8th, 2013 5:30am


Hi Ali, I got your message and I came to read your works, I am very impressed with how you have expanded this. Here lies the impressions of a man's soul, a window into the life of one whom I would be honored to have as a brother. I can really relate to the thoughts that you have about making a contribution to humanity as a whole, we share the same goals, although we have never met and live far away in this Earth, yet we are united in Spirit. I really love what you have written that we are all the same, and hatred comes from a lack of knowledge. Do not trust your eyes, do not trust the police, politicians, the news. We can only trust the Spirit within us, Who is our God. I like the way you think about the world and the way your thoughts are presented here, so honestly, so humbly. I found myself agreeing with your perspective over and over again, and I truly felt connected to the writer in this piece. I am glad that you have updated me and that I have you in my life, thank you Ali. Yours truly, Glinda Bustamante

Thu, October 24th, 2013 1:23pm


where r u sister ? so long didn't come to booksie ,I am.missing u ,r u on face book?

Wed, April 8th, 2015 10:43pm


And you can call me Glinda =D

Thu, October 24th, 2013 1:25pm


nice work bro.....

Mon, October 28th, 2013 6:45am

Dr Mirza Ahmer Be'g

thanks tajamul

Thu, October 31st, 2013 6:42am


Wow this is incredible. And thanks for the fan...

Thu, November 21st, 2013 9:08am

Amberly Sue

This is very nice!

Tue, February 4th, 2014 5:25pm

Dr Mirza Ahmer Be'g

Thanks for Ur kind feedback and taking time to read work ,I look forward to Ur valuable feed back in future and reading Ur work! Thanks once again

Wed, February 5th, 2014 5:15am

Dr Mirza Ahmer Be'g

*to read my work ,writing mistake

Wed, February 5th, 2014 5:17am

Dr Mirza Ahmer Be'g

@amberly sue

Wed, February 5th, 2014 5:19am

Dr Mirza Ahmer Be'g

My dear friends I will be back with this whole internet has been very slow.

Mon, January 26th, 2015 2:38pm


Ali! I came to visit you today and I am not disappointed. Congratulations on your studies as a Doctor Ali, you will help heal many people's bodies and I really feel you care even more deeply for their Spirit, which need the most healing. I was captivated by your words, your humility, your humanity and how you continue to see your brethren as your own soul. Ali, how have you been? I am not on Facebook unfortunately, But here is my email address if you would like to write to me I would love to be a pen pal.

Back to the writing: I enjoyed this thoroughly. I thought about the temperatures you face, very chilly. The tea that you drink with salt, I think I would understand the flavors. We have a cold drink that we drink which has salt and it is very refreshing. It has lemon, salt, ice and mineral water. Sounds to be a similar taste. It takes getting used to if you are used to soda but it is crave-able once you get used to it~ It is called "Topo Chico" and it is from Mexico.

The tree that you know whom has seen peace, and has seen war, what an image. This sun that is above us, what has she witnessed? Will we ever know her secrets? I do believe, but not while we are in flesh. I agree with what you observed about the birds...are they more wise than us? Their peaceful nests speak volumes in contrast to our chaotic gathering places.

Also, I love the quote of your friend "Enlightenment brings simplicity". TRUTH. Ali, you are a very good writer and I hope to see more of you! Write back soon my friend and I hope you and your family are safe and peaceful. Yours truly, Glinda Bustamante

Mon, July 27th, 2015 12:23am


Wow, excellent transformation Ali. You have elongated it and added many details that are helpful for understanding this paradigm. It is very moving, terrifying, real and believable, hallmarks of unforgettable works. I am honored to be able to read this and to have your friendship my brother. This is more like an outline for your book now, it is taking shape nicely. Yours truly, Glinda

Sun, January 3rd, 2016 12:06am

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