Tuesday, December 6, 2022

REFLECTIONS OF KARIMA ULLAH

REFLECTIONS OF KARIMA ULLAH.

KARIMA'S WHOLE FAMILY HAD PLENTY OF GOD GIVEN GIFTS.

1: GREAT CHARACTER

2;  GREAT TALENT

3: GOOD LOOKS

4: CULTURAL INTERESTS

5: LOVE OF LIFE

6: GREAT EDUCATION

THE TRAGEDY WAS THAT WE HAD NO IDEA OF SOME OF OUR INCREDIBLE GIFTS.

AND SOME OF THOSE BRILLIANT ATTRIBUTES WE WASTED BECAUSE WE HAD NO IDEA

 THAT THOSE WERE OUR AMAZING ASSETS.

AS WE MOVED INTO FOREIGN LANDS, WE WERE PUT INTO A GROUP, "MINORITY."

THE WORD, "MINORITY" LITERALLY MEANS SECOND TO THE MAJORITY, LESS THAN

 MAJORITY, DEFECIENT IN CERTAIN ABILITIES, CAN'T POSSIBLY ACHIEVE WHAT

 MAJORITY ACHIEVES. NOT PART OF THE POPULAR GROUP. CAN'T MOVE FORWARD

 WITH EASE AND SPEED. CERTAIN, PRIVALEDGES WON'T BE ACCESSIBLE TO THEM AS

 THEY ARE FOR THE POPULAR GROUP CALLED MAJORITY.

IF ANY ONE FOLLOWS THE MAJORITY TRADITIONS, THEIR BELIEF, THEIR LINE OF

 POLITICS,

 THEY, MIGHT BE ABLE TO GET SOME CRUMBS THROWN AT THEM AND SINCE THEY

 WOULD BE GIVEN SOME CRUMBS, THEY WOULD HAVE TO BE THANKFUL AND BE

 OBLIGED TO

 THEM FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIVESAND,  IF THEY ARE STILL OBEDIENT, 

ONCE IN A WHILE,

 THE POWERFUL MAJORITY WOULD STILL THROW A BONE AT THEM TO MAKE THE

 DOGS HAPPY.  WE WHO WERE FROM DIFFERENT PARTS OF THE WORLD DIDN'T REALLY

 UNDERSTAND

 HOW THE MJORITY V/S MINORITY SYSTEM WORKS WE KEPT BEING POLITE WHICH WAS

 THE MAIN INGRIDENT ABOUT OUR CHARCTER.

NOW LET'S ELABORATE ON THIS GREAT QUALITY CALLED, CHARACTER.

WE, THE WHOLE FAMILY WAS EXTREMELY POLITEBECUSE OF OUR CHARACTER. WHICH

 HAD

 GRACE, HUMBLENESS, KINDNESS, GENEROSITY, EMPATHY, SENSITIVITY FOR OTHERS,

  FEAR OF THE DIVINE POWER, LOVE OF FAMILYAND GREAT  SOCIAL ABILITY.

SINCE OUR CHARACTER WAS SOLID, WE PERHAPS UN-KNOWINGLY SOUGHT PEOPLE

  WHO WERE A

 BIT LIKE US BUT HAD DIFFICULTY FINDING THEM. I AM SURE THERE WERE PEOPLE OF

 GREAT CHARACTER IN THE LANDS WHERE WE SETTLLED BUT WE COULDN'T FIND

 THEM BECAUSE WE WERE SEEKING PEOPLE EXACTLY LIKE OURSELVES, HUMBLE AND

 KIND AND GIVING AND LOVING...

BUT PEOPLE IN THE SO CALLED FREE WORLD WERE REALLY FREE. MOST OF THEM

 WERE TOTALLY FREE OF BEUING HUMBLE...TO THEM BEING HUMBLE MEANT ,

 "VICTIMHOOD." AND THE WORD VICTIM IS A TOXIC WORD, AT LEAST IN OUR NEW

 ADOPTED CULTURE WHERE PEOPLE PRACTICED THEIR CULTURE FULLY ND WE TRIED

 TO BE PART OF THE

 NEW CULTURE AND STILL FOLLOWING THE REMAINS OF OUR CULTURE FROM THE

 PAST BUT THAT DIDN'T WORK. WHEN WE WERE IN OUR PAST AND STILL BEING IN OUR

 PRESENT WE ENCOUNTERED FOG WHICH ENVELOPED US LIKE A HUGE CLOUD, DARK,

 GREY ND WET CLOUD. WE COULDN'T SEE CLEARLY, SO WE WOULD SWITCH  FROM THE

 CONFUSION AND GO DANCING

 AND IN MANY PLACES WE WEREN'T ALLOWED...WHY? WE WOULD ASK OURSELVES,

 WITHOUT HAVING ANY ANSWERS...SINCE WE WERE VERY SOCIAL, WE WANTED TO

 HAVE

 FRIENDS TO CONVERSE WITH. 

BACK HOME WE WERE CONSIDERED,

 "CONVERSATIONALISTS." WE STILL THOUGH THAT WE WERE WITTY, FULL OF HUMOR

AND  STILL,  CONVERSATIONALISTS." YES, WE DID AND TO OUR SURPRISE WE DIDN'T

 HAVE

 PEOPLE OF  GREAT CALIBER TO CONVERSE WITH. SINCE WE WERE HIGHLY EDUCATED,

 WE

 WERE NOT AMONGST A GROUP OF EDUCATED PEOPLE. WE WERE CONSIDERED

 ORDINARY, YES,

 THAT'S OK TO BE ORDINARY BUT WE COULDN'T CONVERSE WITH THE STRUGGLING

 LABOUR CLASS, HAVING NO DISLIKE ABOUT THEM BUT WE WERE NEVER CONSIDERED

 ORDINARY BACK HOME, THUS PEOPLE OF NO IMPORTANCE. BACK HOME EDUCATION

 WAS AN INCREDIBLE ASSET AND WE

 WERE MORE THAN EDUCATED. WE WERE HIGHLY WELL READ ND WELL AWARE OF THE

 VALUE OF EDUCATION. BUT HERE IN FOREIGN LANDS SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST WAS

 ESSENTIAL. AND POOR DECENT FOLKS WERE DOING MANUEL LBOUR ND HIGHLY

 PROFESIONAL CLAN WAS NOT IN DOWN TRODEN DOWNTOWN., THEY WERE WITHE THE

 POLITICIANS AND ROYALS MINGLE WITH MILLIONAIRES SHARING THEIR PRIVATE

 PLANES AND YOUNG LADIES,

 AND YACHTS,.

 LOTS OF MONEY AND STATUS WAS ESSENTIAL HERE TO HAVE

 SOPHISTICATED CONVERSATIONS. BUT WE ARE HIGHLY EDUCATED AND

 SOPHISTICATED? WE CAN HAVE CONVERSATION WITH THE ONES ON CNN? HOW COME

 WE ARE NOT INVITED? WE How are you?VE GREAT KNOWLEDGE, OPINIONS AND SKILL

 OF BEING CONSULTANTS OF ALL KINDS.

WE WERE TOTALLY CONFUSED ABOUT OUR DOWNTRODDEN SITUATION.WE WOULD

 THINK...WHY NO ONE IS PAYING ATTENTION?

WE WERE SO NAIVE AND SO NICE, SO POLITE AND SO DOWN TO EARTH WITHOUT

 KNOWING THAT THOSE GOOD VALUES OUR PARENTS TAUGHT US WERE NOT GOOD

 THINGS TO BE PROUD OF,  HOW MANY MILLIONS DO YOU HAVE?  WHICH PARTY DO YOU

 BELONG TO? DO YOU FOLLOW THE ARTY LINE? DO YOU REALLY KISS ASS?

BUT WHY SHOULD WE KISS ASS? WE ARE HIGHLY EDUCATED AND WE SHOULD BE

 RESPECTED FOR THAT. NOT HERE, WHERE IS YOUR MANIPULATING ASSET?WHERE IS

 YOUR CUNNING?

WHERE IS YOUR CRIMINAL AND SMART INSTINCT WHERE YOU CAN MAKE TONS OF MNEY BY CUTTING CORNERS. YOUR MERIT, EDUCATION? GIVE ME A BREAK...

BUT ACTUALLY THE FAULT WAS ALL OURS. WE HAD FORGIOTTEN COMPLETELY THAT GOD ALMIGHTY HAD ENDOWED US WITH INCREDIBLE MIND AND TALENT. WE COMPLETELY FORGOT THAT AND BOUGHT THE FALSE AND UPWARDLY MOBILE STORY OF SUCCESS WHICH COMES WITH CONNECTIONS OF OTHER UPWARDLY MOBILE RUTHLESS GROUPS. BUT WE WERE NOT RUTHLESS...AND COULD NEVER BE...

THAT WAS OK, THAT WAS AGREEABE TO US, OUR CHARACTER. WE WWERE VERY PROUD OF OUR NON-CRIMINAL, NON-OFFENSIVE, NON THREATENING, NON-AGGRESSIVE, HUMBLE, POLITE, KIND, GENEROUS, TRUSTING CHARACTER AND THAT VERY CHARACTER WHICH WE WERE SO PROUD OF, WHICH WAS GRILLED IN OUR BONES BY OUR PARENTS AND ANCESTORS, WE COULD NEVER CHANGE THAT AND WE DIDN'T WANT IT FIR A SECOND. KARIMA ULLAH WOULD NEVER FORGET WHEN AT A VERY YOUNG AGE

HER FATHER TOLD HER AND HER YOUNG BROTHERS AND SISTERS THAT, "YOUR GOOD CHARACTER IS THE ONLY THING YOU WILL TAKE WITH YOU WHEN YOU DIE AND GOOD PEOPLE OF THE WORLD WILL ONLY REMEBER YOU BECAUSE OF YOUR CHARACTER.

BUT THE SADDEST THING KARIMA ULLAH AND THE REST OF HER SIBLINGS NO MATTER WHERE THEY SETTLLED WOULD NEVER FORGIVE THEMSELVES FOR NEVER REMEBERING, ALWAYS FRGETTING THAT GOD GAVE THEM INCREDIBLE TALENT, TALENT WRTH OF ALL THE GOLD, TALENT WORTH OF ALL THE PEARLS AND DIAMONDS,

TALENT WORTH OF ALL THE PRIVATE PLANES AND BOATS AND BOASTS...THEY FORGOT

 THAT...WHEN THEY WERE BEING DENEGRATED IN FOREIGN LANDS AS INFEREIOR

 PEOPLE, AS MINORITY...THEY FORGOT THAT THEY HAD TALENT...AMZING TALENT,

 AMAZING WIT. AMZING HUMOR, AMAZING ABILITY TO GET AHEAD, FAR, FAR AHEAD,

 AHEAD THAN ANY GOD DAMN PERSON OF FORTUNES ACQUIRED BY LOOT...

THEY DIDN'T REMEBER, NOT AT ALL, AS IF THEY LST THEIR MEMORY COMPLETELY AND

 JUST GAVE UP AND STAYED COMPLETELY ISOLATED, SORROWFUL, REGRETTING THEIR

 SAD MOVE TO THE FOREIGHN LANDS AS LESS THAN OTHERS, AS PART OF A GROUP

 WITHOUT EVER ACTIVELY EVER JOINING THAT GROUP CALLED,  "MINORITY." THEY

 NEVER JOINED THAT GROUP, THEY NEVER PAID ANY FEE TO JOIN THAT GROUP. THEY

 WERE FORCEFULLY ADDED TO THAT GROUP, NO CONSENT NECESSARY.

KARIMA ULLAH ALWAYS HATED THE WORD, "MINORITY."


Monday, December 5, 2022

PERFECT AND PERFECTLY ALONE

 PERFECT AND PERFECTLY ALONE.

Don't you understand?

This will not involve any one

And when I say, anyone?

It means every one.

It's going to be totally private...

No intrusions

All excluded...

Answer me this...

Would you allow people in your bathroom while you are bathing

Or involved in other necessary stuff?

This one is private...as private as it can get...

As private as your sorrow, as your pain, as your happiness,

As your sorrow, as your loss...as your disappointments, your anxiety

As your hopes...

Don't discuss it with any one...

Don't expect people to understand it...

There might be some people out there who will get it, who will understand it,

Who will feel for it, who will be sensitive towards it,

But you don't know those people...You How are you?ve no idea where they are?

You don't have their email, you don't have their number,

You need not need their inclusion.

No one's 'INCLUSION" is necessary.

This is about, 'EXCLUSION."

Exclusion of the unknown to the unknown...

It's a project of loneliness, a lone subject matter,

Vey hard to understand,

Vey hard to comprehend, vey hard for busy, busy people...

PEOPLE WHO ARE JUST PEOPLE BUT NOT YOUR PEOPLE.

They have no understanding of what you are creating...

Not interested...

Why include some one in such an intimate project who is the least interested...

Once and all it need to be understood.

It's under no obligation of any one involved...

It's to be done quietly in your own private eye, under the umberella of complete privacy.

Never to be shared. Never to be questioned. All to be written by you all alone...

Keep it hidden under your own privacy. It has a privacy code...

Must be respected...

What's the point?

You tried it, you did, for so long... far too long and now You learned, hopefully you did...

And if you haven't there is no point of starting any thing, anything of substance, anything of character,

Any thing lasting, anything moving, anything worthwhile.

Thank god you have finally learned that your project has to be completely solo.

Thank god if you have learned a lesson after such trauma, so much waste, so much loss of precious

 time...so much un-necessary pain...

How the answer came to you. You have been looking for so long, so, so long.

Now you have the answer...

If you don't obey the answer now, all your yearly search will have no meaning...

What's the point of your long lost search if you don't pay attention to the answer.

You are very lucky, very blessed by the powers, powers of your ancestors who prayed for you...

You are blessed...many people search all their life without a clue, without a solution without even a hint

 of an answer...Thos people must not haveany ancestors, the ones who will pray for them...

Those un-fortunate people...Thank god you are not one of them.

You had great ancestors...all gone now...not seen by you but seeing you, praying for you...

Your eyes, your ears, your faculties were given to you so you can use them and appreciate what you

 found eventually. Door aid, drust aiy...what comes at the end is the right one...they say. Believe it...

Don't put your search of your life time into the gutter. Be smart. You are an educated and sensitive

 person. I don't really know you but I sense you, I smell you, I taste you. You have a smell of lilac,

 spicey like safron, taste like the ripe mango...ready to be eaten nice and cold on a very hot summer

 day...

Don't tell your story to any one, but watch, observe other's angst. Observe, watch, look but don't tell...

your story. It's been told a million times. But never was written.

It needs to be written finally. You write it.

You are the chosen one.

WRITE YOUR STORY.

LOOKING FOR AN AN ANSWER...LOOKING FOR SO LONG

 LOOKING FOR AN ANSWER...LOOKING FOR SO LONG

Answer?

Hard to find

Answers?

Very hard to find

So, what's the answer?

I don't have any

Are tou still going to go ahead?

What else am I going to do?

So, you are going ahead?

It depends

On what?

What is ahead...

Everything is ahead...

Not sure about it...

Many things are behind

But you can't go back...

Who said so?

It's common sense...

Common sense?

Yes, to go ahead...it would be stupid to go back...

Who says so?

I did...

You might be stupid...

I don't think so...

What do you think?

I think I am smart...

Oh! your smart?

I think so...

You are so smart that hunderds of your notebooks have been collecting dust and you didn't notice...

How do you know that I didn't noticce? Don't be a smart ass...

Who can avoid dust?It goes right into your lungs...

It didn't go into your lungs...

And since you are such a smart ass, you must have known that it went into my lungs...

I have been coughing for long time...

Oh! your notebooks gave you a bad cough...what was the point of all those notebooks?

so I could scribble and doodle in them

And then?

Then what?

They are full of something...

Something is not everything

It's something...

You got pneumonia for doing something of no value

Who told you that my notebooks are. of no value...

You told me

I told you?

Yes,e, there wouldn't be any awareness of their presence

By the way, who are you?

I don't really know but you have been talking to me for a while...

That's something. I created you, so I could talk to you about my notebooks

Which might have been filled with very valuable material and I haven't looked at them for so long...

So that's pretty neat that I just have a new awareness that I need to look at my notebooks...

If the notebooks weren't theire presence and I might have missed a treasure...

By the way, who are you?

I don't know, you just created me...

Oh! am I a creater?

You created me...I DIDN'T EXIST.

That's something...I created you and I created hunderds of note books and you are still bickering with

 me and being condescending towards me as if I have done nothing with my life...

Now get lost. I need to find my notebooks...

Hundereds of notebooks

 Hundereds of Notebooks

Your project involves people

All people are included

Do you understand?

In this case the inclusion means, "EXclusion."

"Exclusion of all people...

Do you understand?

Your project is not under discussion

Or explanations...

It's to be done alone quietly in your own privacy.


Never to be talked about

Never to be shared...

Answer me this...

Would you allow people in your bathroom while you are bathing?

Or doing other necessary stuff?

It's as private as your deep sorrow,

Your pain,

Your happiness, your anxiety...

Your hopes,

Your disappointments, your loss...

Would you share all tjose sad and precious feelings with people?

I would if there were some respectable people

Who would appreciate your generosity to share your private grief or happiness?

f pouring your heart out to the heartless?But even if they are there somewhere...

I don't have access to them,

And what's the point of pouring your heart out to the heartless?

There might be fantastic people of all kinds out there?

But un-fortunately I don't know them

And they certainly dodn't know me...

SoI would rather do my new project alone

All alone by myself...

Without advice or intrusion of any one...

When I say any one, i mean everyone...

So I guess, thas settlled...

If not settled by now

Please settle it.

It's already very late...

Don't even think of discussing it with any one.

Don't allow any one to even question what it is that you are planning.

Only to be accomplished by your self

Your lonely little self...

The project is lonely

Because it's about loneliness...

Ad wat a cherished loneliness it is...

No one to bother you

No one to question you

No one to put you down

No, no. you don't need any one's encouragement either.

Yu are alone

Your project is alone

It is supposed to be alone

Because it's about extreme alianatio and loneliness...

You can even give it a name...

"LONELINESS."

How about that.

Would yu ever include any tom, Dick, or Harry

In your project of, Loneliness?

No, you won't...

It will ost it's purpose...

Entirely.

What's the point.

If you want to include other people in your upcoming project,

Might as well call it a. "GATHERING."

Make sense, right?

Even if it doesn't make sense, just don't get involved in the 

project called, "GATHERING."

Gathering of whom?

Wel wishers?

Where are they?

Enemies?

Plenty

But why would you involve them in your project of, "GATHERING?"

Gathering, most of the time implies a happy crowd...

And your project is of sadness and loneliness...

You can't afford to be happy till the project is done...

Project , which has been delyed for so long...

So, so long...

And now you are daring to look into your hundreds of lonely notebooks

And thining of callig it, 'A GATHERING?"

Crazy, if you asked me

But hon, you are not asking me...

You are finally not asking anyone what to do...

You are thinking of finally doing it...

Find your noteboos where ever they are...

In the boxes, in thebags, in the baskets, in the trunks...

Find them, then look at them, then not be frightened, not be intimidated,

And take them out one by one...

A lonely note book in a lonely hand and see what's in it

Yes, fid out what the hell is in the notebook?

What the hell is in the second notebook? and the third and the fourth?

On and on towards the baskets full of notebooks...

What are you going to do with them?

How come all of them are filled wit some scribble?

Who was scribbling in them?

And why?

Did you have all the time to scribble in hundreds of note books?

Did you ever have a job?

Oh! no, never a job...

JHow did you live?

I lived...

How?

Just lived scribbling...

Jow did you make money?

Didn't need to make money

Really?

Yes, really...

Just coffee money to sit in a cafe and scribble...

That didn't cost much...

Note book for a dollar and coffee was three dollars

that's how hundereds of note books were filled...

There must be something in them...

Need to dust them off and

AND?

TAKE A LOOK, A GOOD LOOK...

AND?

AND MAKE A PROJECY PIT OF IT...A LONELY PROJECT OUT OF A LONELY NOTEBOOK...