Abba is old now
and he fights no more with Ammi.
When I was 8,
I asked him –
“Abba! Why did you give me only 5 Rs?
Look what Amina and Sahil have got as Eidi,
Abba! I too want clothes from bazaar
Ammi can’t make that shiney Gararas”.
Abba did nothing but faked a smile,
From that day to my 18th winters I saw him
working day and night for my education.
He was fond of Ghazals
He’d recite Meer’s poem
every cold evening.
Ammi once told me that
Abba never looked at her
the way he looks at poetry books.
When I was born,
Abba called me a poem
and named me Ghazal after it
and Ammi had
metaphorical tears in her eyes.
Raising me was like
offering Namaz to Allah for him.
Abba was everywhere
whether it is about slapping Noor
for touching me inappropriately
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