Some times, its not easy to understand what the hell is life, that was once struck me when I was, observing an interview of the former amateur world snooker champion Mohammad Yousuf. He says he spends his half the life on streets, selling newspaper and sleeping on the footpaths, the person had no home and family. He used to play carom board in the pastime (which he had abundant of being a street rat), had up and downs in with having panga with the badmashs of the city, and the promoting from carom board to Dabbu and then snooker, he with time got into the eyes of some people who took him to the snooker tournaments and then the world championship.
Once he was interviewed by Anwar Maqsood, and when he was Yousuf was asked how much did he won in one of the tournament, he was hesitant to tell the exact figure, God knows why, but when Anwar Maqsood scolded him by saying, ‘Aap Ghabra Kiyoun Rahain Hain, aap nai apni mehnat sai kamaaye hain who paisai’, then he told the exact figure, at the end of the interview Yousuf said, I just pray Allah, ‘Allah Kisi ko ghareeb na banaye, aur agar banaye to usko ameer na bana dai’.
I just can’t understand, a man with no family support, strong educational background and home can have a house of his own in defence Karachi.
I just have no words, except ‘Allah Nai Jiska Jitna Rizq Likha Hota Hai Usko Zaroor Milta Hai’.