The Strike That Never Happened
They froze with the dawn
the sand hills silent
the motionless sea
mirror like the waters reflected the pain
of a static day
They froze with the dawn
and the fountain of light
became a portrait of nothing
framed by a secret hope
emptiness wandered alone on a static day
The pink light of the skies remained pink,
and the silhouettes of towers of scarpers and domes
remained silhouettes
all awaited your coming
and you did not come
only the tombstones breathed on that static day.
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Salam, Adaab
I am a student at Habib University in Karachi. I am working on my thesis (I want to map out the organizational structure present in the informal sector) and I stumbled upon your work. To me you are like the Academic Robinhood!!
Tahay dil se Salam hai aap ko!!
I was wondering if we could come in contact, I would really like to have a conversation with you regarding your work.
Additionally, is there a possibility that you would be willing to come and give a sort of lecture at Habib University?
And lastly, I would be grateful for any sort of guidance you can offer for my thesis plan.
~Nawazish
P.S I know I just went on and asked for a lot, but you work has really touched me, and either way, based on your work, you have me respect!
Dear Nawazish,
I will be happy to meet with you and/or give a lecture at your university on the subject.Give me a call at 03062691736 on Monday and we will fix a date and time to meet and/or to lecture.
Best Wishes,
Arif
P.S I will have to come in a wheelchair and I hope your. university has the requisite arrangements (ramps) for receiving me.