An era of war and conflict is ongoing everywhere. Poor mankind is sitting on a pile of gunpowder. Man has created so much destructive material for himself that it only takes a single matchstick to light it. That process has now begun; the matchstick is burning so rapidly that it looks as if thatched houses have caught fire from a single spark, and many people’s homes have already turned to ashes. It is just like a mischievous person in a neighborhood who, to fulfill his evil intentions, stirs up an issue that slowly smolders and turns into a massive fire—and then that fire reaches the mischievous person’s own house, and he cannot extinguish it himself.
The people of the world are always habituated to this; their only job is to ignite fires, and they do not even know how to put them out. It is in their nature to collect malice and hatred. They can neither smell the fragrance of love themselves, nor do they consider it worthwhile to trade or share love with anyone else.
Currently, the globe is revolving around an ocean of fire, and the final hour is drawing closer. A battle for ego and prestige that started from a single neighborhood and local street has now escalated to the world’s superpowers. In this war, by destroying the homes of many, people become big bosses (Waderas/Raias) and comrades just to gain prestige. Man is caught in a race to turn other humans into fuel and embers. Madmen are sitting down to do business just to pile up human skulls in the world—it has become a competition (Malakhro) of who can collect the most skulls.
The oil has caught a spark, and the roads and streets will continue to become deserted. A time will come when petrol will not be available even for two or three hundred rupees. When inflation swallows up other things and finally hits food and grains, only then will we value law and order. By then, a lot will have already happened and been lost. The balloons that humans sat down and blew up themselves are bound to burst in the air. The smoke will not only be visible but will also choke our breathing. Right now, because our nose has a cold, we cannot smell the poison of this ego; but when it reaches our nose and lips, we will have to taste this poison whether we want to or not. Such characters are prominent everywhere, from the world’s big leaders down to every house, street, and neighborhood.
To save people from making mistakes, groups of well-wishers are always present everywhere. It is a different matter that nobody listens to them—those who never tire of preaching peace. On one side, two fighters are busy breaking things apart because they enjoy it. On the other side, those who want to unite are trying their best to mend things. Let’s see who wins and who loses.
Syed Ghulam Hyder Shah Qalandari
Kunri, SIndh, Pakistan
