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The Little Zunaid


 

12 year old Zunaid was wearing new clothes today.

In the crowded market place, which was also referred to as “The Heart” of the city, he felt as if time never stopped. Some years back when he had come with his Abbu (father) to meet a distant relative, his juvenile mind simply found it difficult to release itself from the awe of this vivacious fête. The trams and the cars seemed as if bulldozing against each other on a busy track which, so magically, went serene at nights. The skyscrapers were astonishing and the old buildings were humbled in time. He had seen toys which could speak, jump and fly. He had seen so many people who just seemed to be in hurry of reaching somewhere.

This time, it was all different.

As he slowly walked past the bustling cloth market, he looked at the new clothes he was wearing. His uncle had given him those. He remembered what his uncle had told him, “Wearing new clothes gives you an opportunity to introspect and clean your soul. Wearing a clean soul gives you an opportunity to be close to the almighty.”

His naive mind could hardly grasp the depth of those words but he knew that the almighty was the most powerful yet humble soul who writes our destinies and is even to all.

His mother used to tell him about how a life of hardship would test the heart of a man and bring out the gold in him. She was not a literate woman but she had the knowledge of religion, culture and traditions to the purest. She never criticized anyone or anything. She would tell Zunaid that anger is always the cause of a man’s peril and one must inculcate self control and must always appreciate even those who hurt him as it would help his perseverance to grow.

He loved his mother very much.

He had left her about three months ago.

Since then, he had not spoken to her even once. In his pursuit to become a man his mother would have been proud of, he had left his home to walk the path leading to ceaseless glory and redemption. He chose to purify his heart and let his conscience decide his destiny. The terms of his happiness had been modified from being short termed to eternal.

…and happiness for his mother was all he desired for.

Zunaid had reached the place where he was to start his journey. He had been reading verses, said to be spoken by the people touched by God himself, since three months. He had concentrated all of his confidence and will to prepare himself in standing out today. If successful, he knew that he would be initiating an association in the hearts of so many like him back at home, who remain in awe of things which everyone here, in this city, just can’t find time to admire.

The time had come. This was his time.

Zunaid closed his eyes.

He thought of the warm hug of his mother. He felt her gentle voice calling his name. He smiled.

………

………………

………………………

News At The Hour :

An unidentified suicide bomber kills 47 in “The Heart” of the city. A nation mourns.

Zunaid’s mother never got to know what happened to his son.

But she was proud of him – forever.

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  1. June 18, 2012 at 11:05 am

    The purity of a militant’s heart.. what a different subject!

    • June 18, 2012 at 11:12 am

      thanks Neeraj Bhai !
      Just going with the mood !

  2. June 18, 2012 at 11:24 am

    again a bomb blast by you! you are good at exploding minds and thoughts out of nowhere! purity reflects in your words and feelings… be it anybody’s heart a militant’s or a common man’s ,a child’s or a little one’s you are good in expressing it well.

    • June 18, 2012 at 12:37 pm

      Thanks…just went with the flow…and yes, the understanding and reflecting part is of utmost importance !

      • June 20, 2012 at 12:40 am

        heres another award for your heart touching story! nominating for the one lovely blog award…check the link.. http://wp.me/p1Zs7k-uH

      • June 20, 2012 at 8:40 am

        stupendafaboulous !!! Thanks a lot ma’am !!!

      • June 20, 2012 at 8:47 am

        welcome.

  3. June 18, 2012 at 1:13 pm

    Death and killing in the name of God. Hmm.
    Scares me to the core!!
    I wonder why’d you write this.

    • June 18, 2012 at 1:17 pm

      …so that you can wonder upon that ! 🙂

      • June 18, 2012 at 1:21 pm

        Hmm. Makes sense!!
        🙂

      • June 18, 2012 at 1:27 pm

        🙂

  4. Pawan Hira
    June 18, 2012 at 3:43 pm

    You have written this wonderfully, capturing the mind of innocence and dark. An abrupt end.

    • June 18, 2012 at 6:32 pm

      just wanted to fiddle with the human emotions of a diff kind…Thanks Pawan !

  5. LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words
    June 19, 2012 at 10:10 am

    what a gift you have for drawing ones attention and holding it
    wanting more….of your gift…
    I really enjoy reading you….what a mind-heart connection you have….
    Thank you for sharing you
    Take Care…
    )0(
    maryrose

    • June 19, 2012 at 11:01 am

      thanks a lot ma’am !
      about the gift, i’m not sure, but i do want to appreciate life and the sweet/bitter fragrance of it.
      Cherishing the thoughts is a show of respect to the world around us..

  6. June 19, 2012 at 11:41 am

    what kind of monsters can use a child for such a purpose?
    i was thinking that he was going for a job for first time.
    you write very fluidly Prashant.

    • June 19, 2012 at 11:49 am

      i just wanted to project the fact that the human mind is yet to evolve fully to decide what is always right and what wrong…we are being manipulated in so many ways, so easily…yet we boast of how great a race we are…Thanks Sharmishtha for appreciating

      • June 19, 2012 at 11:57 am

        in human society cunning get the upper hand and innocents are scapegoat.

        our only hope are our parents, if they make us worldly wise before sending out to the world.

      • June 19, 2012 at 12:04 pm

        very true…I have two daughters whom I do want to give a secure environment , but on the other hand want to make them confident enough to face the world as it is.

  7. Midnighthues
    June 19, 2012 at 12:05 pm

    Ahhhhh! Painful…. made a desired impact on your readers! Another well written piece.

    • June 19, 2012 at 12:11 pm

      YOUR words do mean a lot !
      Thanks !!

  8. June 20, 2012 at 1:55 pm

    Superb Prashant..just so differently u expressed ur story..Well Done.. Congo..

    • June 20, 2012 at 5:17 pm

      Thanks Parul !!!
      Thanks for dropping by !

  9. kumaryogesh
    June 21, 2012 at 1:59 pm

    Written extremely well yaar…came to understand the meaning of this story in the last 4 lines…..mera dimak ekdum shaant ho gaya hai and mere saari humdardi ye Zunaid le gaya…47 people died unke baare me khayal hi nahi aa raha…

    • June 22, 2012 at 8:51 am

      🙂 Thanks yogi bhai !

  10. Asifa Zunaidha
    June 22, 2012 at 1:29 pm

    I wish the stories on terrorism aren’t so stereotypical of the community… I have never read a story on terrorism or saw a movie related to it, except Mission Kashmir, showing Muslims in a secular light or portraying the terrorist activities of the other communities… I have no sympathy for terrorism, yet the socio-economic conditions and the fundamentalist preaching of unscrupulous people that exist in all communities, cause deep rooted partition, reminding the partition of India.. Am sorry to have been rude, but when I saw the title as Zunaid, and read a few lines, I had a feeling where the story will lead to…

    • June 22, 2012 at 1:44 pm

      I humbly agree with you…and I am sorry if I gave any hint of stereotyping any community or religion…I would never do so.
      …one thing i can assure you of is that I have not written ‘The Little Zunaid” after watching any movie or reading any stories or news…I have lived near so many talented “Zuanid’s” and have seen how the hatred and dissertation is injected in them…why it does not end – because the ones with the power to influence do not want it for the sake of their vote-bank…the most difficult part is to connect it with any type of logic…

      …you were not rude..but honest…and thank you for the best comment ever on my blog…I appreciate it.

  11. Asifa Zunaidha
    June 22, 2012 at 1:32 pm

    oh I forgot the movie-Wednesday… it showed the mindset of majority of Muslims in the form of a bold but secular police and I liked it a lot… Take care 🙂

    • June 22, 2012 at 1:51 pm

      ya…a gud one indeed…take care !

      • Asifa Zunaidha
        June 24, 2012 at 6:26 pm

        Thanks Mr.B 🙂 I was getting worried how you would take my comment, after posting it… You are very right about the people with power.. As u have said, u have indeed met with such talented but misguided youngsters, I would say little deeds of kindness can touch hearts more than powerful sermons… If you ever get a chance again to meet such children, the most potent thing u can do is a gesture of kindness and love… 🙂

  12. July 8, 2012 at 10:19 pm

    Seriously?! That is what you do to your readers?! You start with 12 year old Zunaid, lead the reader into believing and wondering why the boy hasn’t met his mother for three months and it ends with suicide bombing!
    Why are you after my heart rate? 😉
    On a serious note, loved it! As usual! 😛

    • July 8, 2012 at 10:26 pm

      if I try too hard – I usually fail !
      …so just went with life instead…glad it was worth reading for
      you !

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