Someone’s Calling Us . . . – Noushah Arshad

By: Noushah Arshad
I was in a car with my friends. We had bought fruits and cold drinks to enjoy our journey while gossiping, eating and watching golden fields of wheat in our way. I had a shopper bag to collect waste instead of throwing it out of the car. One of my friends finished her cold drink and opened the window to throw the cane on road side. I asked her not to do it. Surprised by my interruption, she asked me, “Why?” I told her that I have a bag to collect waste. It’s better to keep all the waste in it than throwing out and destroying the beauty of nature. To my utter amazement, she laughed loudly and said, “Will whole country get cleaned if I don’t throw this cane outside?” … I wanted to say something, I wanted to explain … This is just a drop, drops make rivers, then ocean, then … but there was no one to listen my philosophies, no brain to understand them … I felt all alone in the car. I started watching people outside the car and what do I see now … A molvie sahib beating a child with a stick. The little boy was trying to escape but molvie sahib was not ready to spare him. It was a terrible sight.




