Assalam o Alaikum and
Hello everybody
If you have lived in India or Pakistan then you will agree with me that when Ramazan ul Mubarak comes every year,both of these countries in general and Pakistan in special
have an entirely different scenerios.Like the early morning “Saher” and all the gathering in Masjids.But instead of generalizing this let me share some of my experiences of Ramazan
As I have already introduced myself a Paindoo
and this is continuty of the previous message
so in our Pind there was a party of “MARASIS”
who were suppose to wake us up.Alot of time it happened that one or the other of that party would take a lot of “AFEEM”,so the people would wake up themselves and curse the Marasis.But whenever they would wake us up that was a very refreshing and musical thing.They would come on everybodys doorstep
and sing “NAATS”.Then the real work would begin.I am the youngest in my family so it was my duty to bring “DEHI” and “DOODH” from
our “DOODH WALA”.I would go there on my bicycle.And while bringing Doodh and Dehi I
would have a “PAIRA” in my hand.Paira is a
sweet thing like “BURFI”. After Saheri I would go to my Madrisa with my elder brothers
and then the day would start.
At the time of “IFTAR” it was my duty again
to make PAKORAS and KACHOORIAN(Believe me I
am an expert in Pakora and kachoorian)anyway
Before the time of Iftar a very old Fakir would come as a routine.He was a remarkable
character from my childhood.He would never ask for some khairaat,instead he would always
give me something to eat.The only words which
would come out of his mouth were,“BETA!TUM HER ROAZ YONHEE IS DERWAZAY PER AGR MUJHAY DEKHNAY AA JAYA KARO TO MAIN ZIADA INHIMAK SAY ALLAH MIAN GEE KI IBADAT KER SAKOON GAA”.
Then he would give me one or two pieces of Burfi and would go repeating “ALLAHA ALLAH
ALLAH”.Eveybody remember him and everybody would get one or two pieces of Burfi from him with the same words.
After Iftar we would go to “TARAVI” with our
father.In my Pind I was the only person(I think so) who was the least favourite of the
Qari Sahib.He would always tell my father,
"CHACHA GI! AAP KA LARKA SUB SAY ZIADA OONCHA
BOLTA HAY. IS KO BAAZ KARAIN.“And my father would always send me to my Master Gi for a refreshing course on ethics.And Master Gi had
just one way to teach.That was Neem Ki Sotian.
And here comes the day when we were allowed to do anything.The day after majistically beautiful night of 27th of Ramazan.We would
go shopping for the Eid day which would ussually include shoes,handkerchief,perfumes
powder etc.And in the end usually we would go to our DARZI and come back before the time of Iftar.And our fight would begin as my
selected perfume would be found in my brothers pocket and his handkerchief would come out of mine.And Chand Raat should have a beautiful memory in everybody’s mind.We are standing on the roofs of our houses with our parents.They are silently reading the Duas and Virds for the new moon to be a simble of more peace and stability.And I am waiting for the kisses of Eid as I am the youngest one.Everybody would kiss me and give
me some money.As soon as I am being kiised by my father everybody would start praying.my mother would start her “SAVAIYAAN”
my sisters would start calling the girls of our 'MUHALLAH” for mehndi.My elder brother’s daughters and I would go to the "CHOORIAN WALI DUKAN"as it was a part of my duty to give them matching CHOORIANwith their clothes
And then I would go to every house in our Mohallah to say everybody EID MUBARAK.
And believe me this is a very brief account of RAMAZAN UL MUBARAK
THIS IS
GUPORA