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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