Home is where the heart is.


I sat gazing out the car window, perplexed how we were going to make home before dusk to break our fast. The streets were cluttered with vendors selling all kind of snacks and fruits. Ramadan happens to be their “high season”. People would pay anything for the eatables they offer. It is human nature I guess. Keep them hungry all day and they’ll buy more than they can digest. Not only do they swarm shops but they tend to hoard everything they can get their hands on. It is not only the prices that rise in Ramadan but tempers as well flare to boiling points. Fasting teaches tolerance but again human nature; we tend to forget!

Just 4 minutes before we were supposed to break fast, we got stuck in a traffic jam. Bummer! The driver of a white car refused to budge an inch to make way for others, while the man behind our car raised hell by honking his horn! No way, we were making home before aftaar! My father, who had to take a right turn, acted wisely and drove straight taking the longer route home. I looked back to check the situation through the rear window and saw the “horn-honker” getting out of his car in a state of fury! Boy! Anger resteth in the bosom of fools.

As the car moved on, we passed groups of people who were distributing juices and dates. People who are unable to reach home before the respective time never stay hungry. There are always people on the streets who give away things for the sake of charity! In some places tables our set with mounds of snacks and fruits. Although prices hike quite a few notches, no one goes hungry in this blessed month, in my country!

We contended ourselves with the cookies that luckily happened to be in the car and laughed off the situation we faced! Later, I analyzed the events of the day. The contrasts between them proved that there are good and bad people everywhere in the world. But it is always the goodness that prevails! And even the wisest of men act foolishly when under stress or faced with difficult circumstances. But we simply do not label them all with one tag. This is Pakistan…..and this is what I call home.

©2012.Habiba Danyal


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Taking a little liberty this week and crossing over the word limit, what with the festivities of the Independence Day. Happy 65th Pakistan! Hoping that the next 65,000 will be peaceful and prosperous.

For Trifecta: Week 38. The prompt is:

HOME (noun)

1
a : one’s place of residence : domicileb : house
2
: the social unit formed by a family living together
3
a : a familiar or usual setting : congenial environment; also :the focus of one’s domestic attention <home is where the heart is>b : habitat
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22 thoughts on “Home is where the heart is.

  1. A very moving piece 🙂 i wish the kindness of human heart so gracefully exhibited during the Holy month continues throughout our lives 🙂

  2. Yes, this is our beloved homeland and despite its rise and fall we should love it because alot of people went down and sacrificed their lives for it. Jiye Pakistan ❤

  3. Happy Birthday, Pakistan! It sounds like a great time to be in a great place. I lived two years in Abu Dhabi, and have celebrated alongside generous Muslims in both AD and in Egypt. I loved the festive celebrations and the open hearts. Thanks for reminding me of those kind faces!

  4. This beautiful month is indeed a month of charity. Several ppl go out of their way to give charity….and the spirit of making sure no one is hungry at iftaar time resonates throughout the world.
    In India too….there are several streets filled with vendors selling pakoras, keema samosas, haleem, sheermaal etc.
    One nice thing i experienced is that even non-muslims who are not fasting go out of their way to make us feel comfortable. During medical college, if there were few seats for a demonstration class ….the non-muslim classmates would make sure that all the fasting ppl got seats or they got up to give theirs, so that we are not harassed. There were many other kind gestures by friends which made us feel good that they respected our traditions. The new generation growing up now is free from racism to a large extent which is heartening. 🙂
    I loved this post of yours specially because it’s about Ramadan…and i have faced a similar situation. 🙂

    1. Thank you Suraiya! Its good to know that. In response to your long thoughtful comments wordpress expects me to make long replies. And hence gives me a reply window equally big. But you have more or less said everything so nicely that I cant help but thank u or agree with you. This time aswell, Thank you for the kind words. 🙂 🙂

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