MAHAD KAZI, EDITOR’S INSPIRATION & A YOUNG NOVELIST

Since childhood we have had inspirations only in books, newspapers & movies. It is almost exceptional & very spiritual to have a real life inspiration – a child very young & talented.

When I was browsing on internet, called as stalking in other language, the picture of this book attached with an information about this child crossed through my web page. As I am a declared stalker of the year by a friend that year, I looked for more information & found out that a child of my own country has written a book at 14 year old age! Inspired by the title of the book, the stalker (me) looked for his profile on facebook & found, “He is so young & talented & esteeming to write more”. Wonderful!

Mahad Kazi, is a young talented student who wrote his book, “A Shadow Of Evil” & got it published too. Wow! In a society like Pakistan where reading is worning out & trend of e-learning is taking over, Mahad Kazi chose the same black & white, print media, to express his imagination in words. As Mark Twain said, “Enough imagination can beat reality”. This young talent has transformed his passion into tangible words. Normally students at his age are daydreaming, which by science is healthy for brain whereas converting that fantasy into writing & benefiting others to read is something outperformed by Mahad.

As a matter of pride, Mahad is not only a writer but he is also a pre-medical student & astonishingly he belongs to the same city Hyderabad!!! To the mothers out there, children like Mahad are inspiration for so many. Mahad! Please, don’t give up on writing. A child at the age of 14 has become an inspiration for an adult, like me, of 20’s. Certainly, knowledge is power.



Mahad’s book is available in hard copies, you can email him at mahdkazi693@gmail.com. You can also contact him for the feedback. For e-learners book is also available online at www.anevilshadow.com. Read this young talent of a small town Hyderabad and pay tribute to this novelist. Pakistan Zindabad!


NOTE: The content is personal & written with proper research. It is not sponsored & is composed with the sole aim to discover talent.

 

SAMMAR SHAH’S HEARTFELT PAINFUL EULOGY IN THE LOVING MEMORY OF HER SISTER MAHNOOR SHABIR

She feels she owes everyone a eulogy for Mahnoor’s passing away, Sammar writes, “Mahnoor’s relapse was discovered only 2 days before she was due to return to LUMS to continue her studies & while last time she did not shed a single tear, this time she wept inconsolably. Regardless, she was admitted & she fought to her last. A cycle of chemotherapy left her depleted of her immunity & her lung contracted pneumonia. She was admitted to the ICU & then put on ventilators. She survived for 10 days then. Her lungs collapsed first & then organ failure happened & finally, a cardiac arrest took her life. I know that she fought till the end for when my father excused himself when asked to sign the ventilator consent form, I got to spent minutes in private with her. I told her what was happening & that she had to fight a little longer.”

Lying there gasping for breath, she gave me a thumbs up. She fought but then the fight became too much to ask of any human being.

“What can I tell you about Mahnoor? For once I am at a loss for words. She was like that… She could render the gushing of the river to silence. Her laughter was loud, her emotions intense, her personality was extreme. Her charm was her polarity. Her laugh could set birds to flight & her temper could ebb lightening. She was smart & intuitive & before the diagnosis, she knew she had cancer & before reports, she knew she had relapsed. What can I tell you about that girl? She was magic with the frame of a fawn & the strength of 10 men. She fought for what she believed & acquired everything by pursuit & not by privilege.”

She bore the burden of this infliction with grace & dancing at her cousin’s wedding she did not look cancer-stricken.


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“She endured the side affects of treatment with ease & confidence. Her goodness & sense showed in her reclusiveness & she was the beloved of God. She was my baby sister… Our little Mahnoor! This day all I hear is white noise & nothing anyone says makes sense. I can only hear the rustle of poplars at Kakul Road & the din-din of cars. But any words of sense I can not register. Sometimes I go to your whatsapp, hoping to catch you like I would when you would not reply. Sometimes I call your name to hear how it sounds to the ear but all I can hear is ringing. I know it will get better. We will learn to endure. Your parents are happy your suffering is over but they miss you. We all miss you. You have been coming to me in my dreams sometimes asking about Shahmeer & sometimes telling me to feed the fish.”

I hope you are not lonely. I hope you have met Abu. And I hope you are together happily forgetting the pains you have both endured.

“But remember us. We are sick with grief. Your parents are sick with grief but they’re trying to be brave like you. You are the bravest person I know. It has been an honor to know you. Meri jaan! Mera bacha! Who used to come to me and talk about the things you could say only on the opioids they gave you for pain relief. When I would tell you the way of the world you would say ‘No Sammy, I want to know what you think. What is your opinion?’ & that made me feel so special. Mahnoor all our childhood flashes in my mind in a vague blur & when I see your friends, I feel your presence amongst them laughing with your mouth open & clapping your hands.”

I wish you could know how the entire world took your story so personally & wept for you.

“I wish you could know how much you are loved. I wish you could tell Shireen that it’s okay. That she is still a hero for giving you her cells. I wish you could tell Daud & Ismail, how brave they are. I wish you could kiss Baba & Ami goodbye. Your Versace noir still lingers in the air. It is a smell we will never forget. I wish you could tell Ami every little thing that bothers you & not bear in silence. I wish you could tell Yousuf that our suicide squad is still intact but most of all, I wish you know how special & beautiful and magical you are. Shahmeer asks about you every single night & he still prays you will get better. I don’t know how to tell him his favorite is gone. I will miss our late night movies & foodpanda. I love you my dearest, darling. You are my child. I wish you could still root for Tender Heart. Your friends come to see you every day & they came to say goodbye, just like we all did. I guess it’s goodbye. You will forever live in our hearts. I wish we meet again someday.”

Mahnoor, wherever you are, I hope you’re happy and peaceful.

“Snuggling with me under the blankets you told me you did not want to die but you have left nothing incomplete. But there is one dream that you dreamt the past 1 year, of a cancer foundation to fund treatment of poor cancer patients and we will see that to completion. I promise we will see that many cancer patients have the privilege that you did. We will never forget. Please meri jaan, don’t ever forget!”

P.S. Don’t forget to say prayers for Mahnoor, Sammar & their family along with every patient & their loved ones who have undergone the terrible trials of Cancer.  May their soul rest in peace. Aameeen!

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Also, pray for the SHIFA of all other patients who are suffering from any sort of disease & fighting for their life. May Allah bless them with a healthy, happy & long life. Aameeen! 

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MAHNOOR SHABIR

Mahnoor Shabir is a Pakistani girl who took her early education from Beaconhouse School Systen & was currently studying in Lahore University of Management Sciences (LUMS). She was 21 years old, fighting a deadly disease known as cancer like a brave warrior. She was diagnosed cancer few years back & won the battle against it. But this battle was not over yet. She was recently diagnosed cancer, once again. Knowing about her disease, Mahnoor recently updated her facebook status on 18th January 2017, 7:31 p.m. saying; “Won a battle but the war against cancer isn’t over yet. Fortunately or unfortunately, it relapsed just a few days back. I am a 21 years who should be worrying about my quizzes and if I made it above the average, but instead I have to worry about my blood counts being in the normal range. I am 21 years old who should be worrying about my GPA, but instead I worry about the result of my biopsies. I am a 21 years old who should be searching for the best post grad universities abroad, instead I am searching for the best cancer clinics abroad. I am a 21 years old who should be rejoining her university again this week, instead I am getting hospitalized again. I am a 21 years old who should be worrying about a chipped nail, instead I worry about the effects of chemotherapy. I am a 21 years old who should be worrying about relationships, instead I worry about emotional attachment with almost anyone. I am a 21 years old who should be the one making trips to the hospital for her parents and wheeling them around, instead they are the ones doing it. But none of that upsets me, it makes me only more grateful that I am an extra ordinary 21 years old. I am a 21 years with incredible strength, willpower, resilience and courage to face one of the most deadliest maladies again. A second attempt may be frustrating but I believe it can be easy too. And it makes me grateful to have the most amazing and supportive parents out there. But I am a 21 years old who is nothing without Allah or the prayers that He answers. So I would request you all to keep me in your prayers as much as you can. No one knows when one of it might get accepted! 🎗”  And then she updated this on 28th January 2017, 2:00 a.m. “Please! Please! I beg you to all to keep remembering me in your prayers. And more than that, I need you to you to pray for my parents!” A few days back she passed away. 

All her status reflect her love & desire for living life like a normal person. Her photos reflect the vivaciousness she bared in her heart. So many people among us who are blessed with a good health are so ungrateful to this blessing because we do not realize its value.. We should be thankful to Allah (S.W.T) for every little blessing we have.

We go to school, college, university or job everyday. We go out with friends, party, enjoy life. We live our life the way we want. We have no idea about the patients who are admitted in the hospital. They spend their every minute looking at the ceiling or walls, thinking about their recovery.

Parents wish that their children will take care of them & will be their support system when they will grow old. We have no idea how heartbreaking it is when parents sit in the hospital for hours, days, weeks or even months in hospital, waiting for their sick children to get well. It is even more heart wrenching when parents give birth to their children, bring them up & then bury their children in graves.

May Allah (S.W.T) bless all the sick people with healthy & long life!

May Allah (S.W.T) grant Mahnoor the highest rank in Jannah. May Allah (S.W.T) bless her parents, family & friends with infinite patience!

Hats off to all the cancer patients, who are fighting this deadly disease. Just know you are not alone. Somewhere, someone is fighting for his/her survival & life.

GREGOR JOHANN MENDEL

 

“The old that is strong does not wither!”

            Discoveries of science have always lead to the revolutionary acts in society. The shaking of status quo in the on going system have always been possible by the constructively building the future. This has always required to wither that is old. So far the discoveries of science have made the mark on time. Genetics was one such discovery of science that has transformed science to a better learning of world.

            It is awareness of the unknown that leads to the revolution & transforms the world into something new. The Father of Genetics Gregor Johann Mendel is one such story of success. Mendel, born on 20th July 1822 in Germany, was a gardener in childhood at home, used to bee-keeping. His work on genetics was published in 1866 which was not recognized by people. He had a long well researched journey to the work he published, which was not well understood by the people of that time. Einstein rightly says, “Any fool can know the point is to understand.”

            Mendel, initially remained in the influence of physics teacher as well as philosophy under the department of Natural History & also had joined as an attended Gymnasium, a school that prepared for further studies in Germany. His life has been a cobweb of inconsistency but as the time predicts, the only certainty is uncertainty. He ended up becoming a physics teacher. It appears that because of his childhood experience with bee-keeping & his deep understanding with physics he was capable to decipher the secret of gene. It has always been uncertainty that had guided men to come to an understanding of the predictability. As Steve Jobs said that, “Only after you’re there, can you then connect the dots. You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards.” So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever.

            Mendel died of the grief of  unrequited work in his lifetime on 6th January 1844. He tried to persuade people with his work piece which got declined in his very own lifetime. After three decades of his death  Erich Von Le Mark, Hugo De Vries, Carl Correns & William Jasper Spillman revised his work which is now a complete separate field of study as Genetics. Initially, the field genetics got the eye of researchers when they were trying to explain the heritance property. With in deep study when they turned the pages of yesterday & digged deeper they found the seed of Mendel’s work. The seed was then buried so underneath in order to understand the complete study work they testified is work personally. The results yielded to be in the favor of Mendel & he was then regarded as The Father of Genetics.

            Gandhi’s words echoed like a triumph, “Never apologies for being correct for being ahead of your time if you’re right & you know it speak your mind.”

THE VAMPIRE LADY

“Her soul was too deep to explore by those who always swam in the shallow end.”

            It is said that women are the most beautiful creatures of this world. And these beautiful creatures are often seen beautifying themselves even more. But what if they are seen modifying themselves in unconventional ways?

This reminded me of a sentence I read somewhere; “We are all stories in the end!”

            The only difference is, some of us remain unheard, unseen & unknown for life. While few of us decide to be the story’s hero & end up being known for the attempt of surviving through the odds!

            The Vampire Lady is one such lady who decided to be her own hero. Maria Jose Cristerna Mendez is a Mexican lady who is famous for the most tattoos & body modifications. She holds the Guinness World Record for female with the most tattoos & body modifications. She has 49 body modifications which almost covers more than 90% of her body with tattoos, ink, piercings & titanium horns & fangs implants. Maria is a 36 years old, former lawyer, mother of 4 children, belonging from a Christian Catholic family, currently a professional video jockey, also a lecturer in women’s support group, awareness raiser, speaker & helper against domestic violence.


Before & After
Before & After

            The question arises, why would a woman modify or recreate herself like that? There must be something that must be going on in her mind, something that made her to be like that. People know her for her terrifying looks that are associated with a devil or vampire. But few people know what made her like that… An abusive & drug addict life partner!

            Maria lived for 10 years with an abusive & drug addicted husband until she found the courage to take their 4 children & leave him. The 10 years or living with a mentally & physically abusing person changed her internally & her perspective for self & the world. Dwelling in a society which is known for strong gang culture & different sorts of abuse on women, she spent a long time period with a spouse who was abusive & violent, felt helpless but finally build courage to help herself & others going through the same situation.  According to her, the piercing & tattoos is a way of expressing herself which symbolizes the 10 years of suffering & a different way of recovering from the trauma of abuse.

             In spite of her looks, even today she says that she is a traditional woman like the other who look after her family. Currently she is married to another man namely David who has accepted her the way she is. They have been living together for 10 years together now. He has also helped Maria in opening & managing the tattoo parlour & a boutique offering Goth clothing & accessories. Maria is now spending a normal life just like other woman. She cooks, takes care of her family & does whatever she likes.

            Women belonging from any race, society or culture is directly or indirectly affected by their husband’s behaviour. This is not only seen in the Asian culture where women are considered to be more dependent on their spouse, but almost in every race, religion, culture, etc. Marriage is a sacred relation which bonds two different people in beautiful threads of respect, love, care & trust. If it is mishandled things fall apart, either of the partner or both maybe adversely effected by it. It was a man who changed her perspective for her own self, life & the world around her. It is a man who is supporting her in recovering from the trauma, apart from her own will power. It takes a real man to realize that he made a mistake but an even better one to try to make things right.  But most importantly for a woman her entire life can change. The society ends up judging & pointing out the woman which makes it even harder for a woman to move on. This is just one story that is bought forward, but there millions of real life stories where women have been living in abusive relationships. But there are few people who choose to be their own hero. But the fact is that every tragic incident or even a moment of suffering leaves a huge impact on the person. This is more prominently seen in case of women. Maria Jose Christine is just one example. There are many unheard & unseen examples that we do not know about. And we should be respecting the people who fight for themselves in spite of all odds without judging them, especially in case of women.

“I like stories where women save themselves!”

MUSTAFA RAZA SHAIKH


Mustafa Raza Shaikh (1994 – Forever)

Mustafa Raza Shaikh, 22 years old, lived a life for those in need, smiled to cheer up gloomy faces, a brave & inspiring human being. Many of you may not know him but you must have heard about him. He was not one of those famous ones he is certainly one of those who are the most missed ones. If you meet the people who knew him, they would tell you how he touched them all. People who have known him for years or have had just a couple of minutes interaction, he won them all, with his intriguing personality & honest fiber. His looks, his words, his actions were spellbound. One cannot expect such wisdom & salt from such a tender age.

Mustafa Raza Shaikh, an amazing soul, an enduring personality, a born leader was born on 10th January 1994. Since childhood Mustafa decided to be the driver of his life rather than a passenger who gives control of his decisions into someone else’s hands, be it a small pick or a life changing verdict. When he was 8 years old, he told his father that he wanted to be a Hafiz-e-Quran. He completed this glorious task within 4 years. He finished his intermediate in commerce & joined SZABIST Hyderabad for a professional business administration degree, considering his open ended creative capabilities & ownership skills. He gave hand to one of his friends in starting his own business of dispensing clean water known as “Crystal Spring” to the city of Hyderabad. He possessed an entrepreneurial mind set & his biggest talent was the power of execution, which is hardly found in people of his age. Having the knowledge learned from his education & possessing an adapt eye on the cares, he started his own business, named “Car Exchange” which is quite well known in Hyderabad. Through his actions he proved that relations are not made by blood but by emotions & respect. Even his friends claim that in different points in life his actions showed his dedication towards their friendship. He knew how to treat & serve his relations in the best possible ways.

But it is heart breaking when media & other institutions of our so called society calls his death an accident or suicide. Police says it is carbon monoxide poisoning, then why they are not telling it to the parents that how & when it happened. How can it be a suicide? A person who used to be light for others in dark times can never himself choose a dark path. His postmortem’s chemical reports show no poisonous substance found in his body which clearly proves that whatever those defiled people & unauthentic media reports are declaring is wrong. There are many questions that need to be answered & loopholes in the police investigation & unsatisfactory attitude of doctors who examined him. This case is a responsibility of our authorities & if this case becomes just another file then there will be such a wrath caused by the natural principles of Allah, that no one would ever be able to save his belongings or blood.

It is said that good people leave this world early, but to be very honest this was too early to leave, Mustafa! His life will always be a source of inspiration & learning.

“The most painful goodbyes are the ones that are never said & never explained!”

May Allah (S.W.T) grant him the highest place in Jannah!