‘The Forty Rules of Love’ by Elif Şafak

She had always known that they did not connect on any deep level, but connecting emotionally need not be a priority on a married couple’s list, she thought, especially for a man and a woman who had been married for so long. ========== “And how do you know your right thing is the right thing for me?” ========== Ella conceded, hating Michelle for treating her as if she were the dullest person alive and hating herself for allowing this to happen. ========== For despite what some people say, love is not only a sweet feeling bound to come and quickly go away. ========== In many ways the twenty-first century is not that different from the thirteenth century. Both will be recorded in history as times of unprecedented religious clashes, cultural misunderstandings, and a general sense of insecurity and fear of the Other. At times like these, the need for love is greater than ever. ========== Because love is the very essence and purpose of life. As Rumi reminds us, it hits everybody, including those who shun love—even those who use the word “romantic” as a sign of disapproval. ========== It was a time of unprecedented chaos when Christians fought Christians, … Continue reading “‘The Forty Rules of Love’ by Elif Şafak”

‘My Feudal Lord’ by Tehmina Durrani

With Shahida talking on, my gaze settled upon a tall, dark, handsome man in a black suit. His starched white shirt was set off by a burgundy tie and a matching handkerchief. My mind classified him as a rake, a bit devilish in an appealing sort of way. He had attracted a group of women around him, who seemed to hang on his every word. But the buzz of gentle conversation, the tinkle of ice cubes and well-manicured laughter made it impossible for me to hear. I asked my new friend who he was. “Him? You mean you don’t know who he is?” Shahida sounded surprised. My face must have registered curiosity because she quickly explained, “That is Mustafa Khar”. “Oh,” I replied. ————————————- After he [Shakirullah Durrani – father of Tehmina Durrani] left the army, during Field Marshal Ayub’s presidency, he had initiated and developed the first Investment Corporation of Pakistan (ICP). Then in 1967, he was appointed Managing Director of PIA. Later, when General Yahya Khan declared martial law and became President, my father was appointed Governor of the State Bank of Pakistan. ————————————- His [father of Tehmina Durrani] demeanor turned serious as he reported the details of … Continue reading “‘My Feudal Lord’ by Tehmina Durrani”

“One Hundred Years of Solitude” by Gabriel García Márquez

• It was a truly happy village where no one was over thirty years of age and where no one had died. • But in any case, he could not understand how people arrived at the extreme of waging war over things that could not be touched with the hand. • She got to be so sincere in the deception that she ended up by consoling herself with her own lies. • He thought about his people without sentimentality, with a strict dosing of his accounts with life, beginning to understand how much he really loved the people he hated most. • In the shattered schoolhouse where for the first time he had felt the security of power, a few feet from the room where he had come to know the uncertainty of love, Arcadio found the formality of death ridiculous. • Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia. • On the contrary, like so many of his fellow party members, he was an antimilitarist. He considered military men unprincipled loafers, ambitious plotters, experts in facing down … Continue reading ““One Hundred Years of Solitude” by Gabriel García Márquez”

“Jinnah: India – Partition – Independence” by Jaswant Singh

Following are some fragments from book “Jinnah: India – Partition – Independence” of Jaswant Singh; It was the turn of the century. Great Britain was at the height of its imperial glory, Queen Victoria reigned majestically supreme, the lords, the ladies and the sahibs who ruled on her behalf in India saw not a speck of cloud obstructing their imperial vision. Not a single troublesome dot. How in such a scenario socially very far from nawabs of India, not the inheritor of family wealth, standing or name, etch his name so boldly and so indelibly on the social and political firmament of India? That was Mohammed Ali Jinnah. ——————————————————————————– Jinnah was a source of power. Gandhi … an instrument of it… Jinnah was a cold rationalist in politics— he had a one track mind, with great force behind it. Then: Jinnah was potentially kind, but in behavior extremely cold and distant. Gandhi embodied compassion. Jinnah did not wish to touch the poor. For Jinnah, a secondary status was galling, what he had always sought and mostly attained was the centre stage. (Page # 78) ——————————————————————————– Both (Jinnah & Gandhi) born of Kathiawari trading communities… One shaped religion to his political ends; the other shunned it … Continue reading ““Jinnah: India – Partition – Independence” by Jaswant Singh”