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Friday, March 18, 2011

Meeting Angel of death.




(The funny Story)

(By – Kashif Sarmad)

I was spinning around and nothing felt doing anything. Abruptly, I switched TV on and say the news channel as customary. I saw on channel the news regarding to the terror campaign and wars. I kept shuffling channels and on every TV channel the analogous stories and wars and deaths were on-air.

I was so down to see those corpses of various age groups lying on ground. I sigh deeply and was wishing to meet the angel of death, so I can ask him his experience regarding taking-up human’s soul.

Out of no where someone tapped my back; I looked behind and screamed in girlish voice “what the heck?” I felt like a young virgin girl who witness impious rapist in her bathroom and yells hard till she throw-up her intestines out of her mouth. I saw man with unfriendly and almost with horrible gesture standing behind me in a white attire with a white flying circle over his head.

He was passing me smile which was totally offensive for me and I was not in the amicable position to reciprocate in the same gesture. As I cant mention his description but without any single doubt He was carrying debonair and handsome personality indeed. In one word, he was almost perfect. I retain information that the girl I adore is very fervent to unearth the gentlemen for herself with the identical description as that strange person has.

Anyhow, after communicating with my breath which I almost lost; I tried to start the conversation with him with a shivering voice and wobbly legs;

Me: Who the hell are you? (I asked him the way I was ready to cry out loud)

Angel: I am the angel of death. (He passed his meaningful smile again)

Me: Who? Come again please. (Now I was thinking to call the cops or mental hospital)

Angel: I am an angel of death and I can prove it if you don’t believe me.

Me: Ok, so what can you do?

Angel: May be I lift you up in the air.

Me: Can you really do that? (I was excited and little scared)


Angel: Yeah! Here you go.


He lifted me up in the air and I was amazed but his presence in my house baffled me a bit. Without wasting anytime, I asked him to answer some of my questions and he agreed to answer. I was so happy and excited that I will be the first human being who is not only meeting with the Angel but also having conversation as well and specially without medically being deceased. So I resumed conversation again with the Angel.

Me: What is your job description? (I broke the ice again)

Angel: My job is to transport souls to their home destination.

Me: What is the difference between you and Human?

Angel: Life!

Me: What do you feel when you take up soul from human body?

Angel: I don’t feel anything. I am not allowed to feel anything.

Me: Oh! That makes your job very easy mate. Why do you do that?

Angel: Do I have any other option? I am assigned for this job and I have to do it.

Me: What is life for you?

Angel: A journey to death.

Me: And what is death for you?

Angel: A perpetual life.


By this time, his answers in strange manner freaked me out. I tried to change the vibes by asking him diverse and less knotty queries.

Me: Why you take-up souls of innocent people?

Angel: You better ask this question from Humans and yourself. You will get the answer.

Me: What makes you uncomfortable?




Angel: When people ignore my presence. Human forgot that one day they have to see me and they have to die.

Me: Ay wish you got?

Angel: I wish I could leave this job but I can’t.

Me: It seems you hate your job.

Angel: No, but I don’t love it either.

Me: What do you think when you spend your time among people?

Angel: It’s always been funny. They don’t know anything yet they believe that they know everything.

Me: When you get busier?

Angel: In wars.

Me: How hard it is to take a Human life?

Angel: Technically, it is not difficult as I am having command over it but yes the circumstances of that individual make my job tough sometimes. I then move on with my job. I am definite about that every human is responsible for his/her own circumstances.


He was angry during this reply and I was silent. I couldn’t argue with the thing that has powers to dismantle my life anytime. I was trying to ask him harmonious questions in order to keep the room environment friendly but failed so far. This could put me in more trouble, Trouble? Did I say trouble? That entity can take my life without any justification given to the law of land and I am messing up with him or it. I even cannot call cops to help me. No, I should change the questions immediately; I was talking to myself. I started asking questions again with more smiley face as I have won the lottery.

Me: So do you eat and drink? (I asked him with cute and big smile so I can offer him something)

Angel: No (He replied with little rudeness but I was not taking it on heart)

Me: Do you lie?




Angel: What do you like in this world? (At this situation I was extremely perplexed but yet smiling)

Me: I liked this world when it was created but God. It was so beautiful and attractive. At one moment I wished to be human but now I even regret about my wish. God has blessed this world everything but human beings has torn it apart with boundaries, hatred and wars.



Though, I have heard that Angels don’t cry but this time he was about to cry like baby and I was scolding myself for deteriorating the smooth interview. The last questions which I had in my mind could devastate the situation more but I had to ask these questions but for that I should provide this creature a time, so he can get back to normal frame of mind. I was scared this time. I guess I should start this conversation from easy going questions, I said to myself.


Me: Tell me one thing, by any chance if you leave this job then what other field you will select?

Angel: I would like to be American president. We share the same nature of job.

Me: Which soul was toughest to seize?

Angel: I went in the middle of sea and on boat I had to seize the soul of one lay but she was accompanying the infant in the same boat. As I starting capturing her soul she was begging me to leave her till she drops her kid to a safe place. I was not supposed to leave her alive and I took her soul away and left that kid in the boat.

Me: Then what happened with the kid?

Angel: Trust me; he was not left-unaided.

Me: I appreciate that you gave time to me but the thing which wonder’s me is, why you approved to give time and answers to my question as you usually font appear before people?

Angel: It’s my job.

Me: What do you mean?



Angel: Actually, I came here half an hour early to seize your soul so I thought to kill time by having conversation with you. Its time, you have to come with me.

Me: What?????



It jolts me and I woke up with wrench screaming in my mother tongue. I gazed here and there with freaked eyes. I thought all over the conversation and still thinking whether I am alive or not? This is the same question for you. Are you alive or you are waiting for the Angel of death.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Shame on us!




(By - Kashif Sarmad)

CIA head Raymond Davis set gratis by the Lahore High Court on 16th March. This breaking news not only traumatized the nation but also hit the offended waves around the country.

Since I have seen the news on TV, I was shocked and angry over the system and was feeling sorry about those who got killed in that scenario, counting the poor widow of deceased Fahim who committed suicide due to slow justice progression and perceptible liberating Davis from charges. In her last interview to News channels, she was keep demanding justice; even on her death bed.

The whole panorama was alarming and evidently showed the factual features of courts and judiciary with the counterfeit role of government dealing Raymond Davis case.

I want to pronounce all of us culprit in this situation. The other question draw closer is; why?

First culprit is Pakistani Nation, one of the lawyers of deceased family demanded from Pakistani nation on TV to shell out the funds to deceased family, so the family of victims shouldn’t mould to the Diyat by Americans. The irony of that idea ended up on approximately fifty four thousand rupees only. Hats off to our nation!

People of Pakistan are always fervent to pop-up on streets for remonstration to record their demands but in this regard all of us were least bother. May be its because the mass moments are derived by the political parties, however, in this stipulation all political parties were on vibration mode due to keeping their relation animate with the Uncle Sam.



Second culprit is Government, since the first day, the government of Pakistan not only botched Raymond Davis case but also presented insubstantial case before court in order to give relief to Davis. Provincial government also failed to endow with facility and security to victims’ family which made the families insecure in all way. The most imperative, Raymond Davis was charged with not only murders but also spying and carrying the illegitimate weapon which could sentence him more then decades in jail. Definitely, the government has to sustain its financial and strategic relationship with USA. May be, IMF’s next instalment is yet to arrive as an award to Pakistani politicians.

Third Culprit is judiciary; I would put more culpability to our beloved and honorary courts for which people gave their blood to make it refurbish. Court unconfined Raymond Davis from murder after Diyat papers were signed by the victims’ family. Ironically, court has given relaxation to Davis in carrying the illegal weapon and shooting around on the busiest street of Lahore which could transport Raymond Davis behind bars for at least seven years. What Chief justice going to do about this? The maximum he will do is to bit his nails in frustration.

I would like to mention one example regarding Americans hegemony over diplomatic immunity which they were keep reciting since Raymond Davis was in jail. “In January 1997, Gueorgui Makharadze, the deputy ambassador of the Republic of Georgia in Washington caused an accident that injured four people and killed a sixteen-year-old girl. He was found to have a blood alcohol content of 0.15, but released from custody because he was a diplomat. The U.S. government asked the Georgian government to waive his immunity, which they did and Makharadze was tried and convicted of manslaughter by the U.S. and sentenced to seven to twenty-one years in prison. The first three years of his sentence were served in a North Carolina prison, after which he was repatriated to his home nation of Georgia to serve the remainder of his sentence”.

I don’t have words to condemn this act of barbarity by not only USA but by every institution of Pakistan. I don’t want to appeal anything from anyone because all are sailing in the same boat of greed, power lust and corruption.

All I have to say is to the youth of Pakistan:

Ay dost karo himmat kuch door sawaira hai
Agar chahtay ho manzil tu parwaaz badal dalo
Tum ney bhi suni hogi bari aam kahawa hai
Anjaam ka ho khatra aghaz badal dalo