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.
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: