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.

2 Comments

  1. 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!

    Posted November 13, 2024 at 12:15 am | PermalinkReply
    • Arif Hasan

      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.

      Posted February 25, 2025 at 12:20 pm | PermalinkReply

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