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So I finally read through this (a bit hard to read Roman Urdu especially if winds of chaos are running wild in your mind , and tears are forming)... and well, hot tears drop. Some yesrs ago someone took me close to some caged lions in Bahria Town and I refused to even look.
It's been 8 years that I have been in the throes of what can be called psychosis, which started suddenly shortly after a much-awaited trip to #Konya maqaam-e-Rumi. All the pain & fears I'd been holding within that primarily centered on the loss of Nature & innocence, boiled over.
As it hit in a shockwave, I REFUSED to look at such things as caged animals, fallen trees, and horrible cement buildings. Refused to come out of my house and finally had to be transported to mountains where I still live. But seeing "development" encroach here too, I have finally
taken the wound on the heart and given myself the courage to live horribly in a world that is becoming a veritable hell. It's been now a week that I am waking up telling myself: "I will possibly die, and that's OK. Bear witness."
I am under terroristic assault by aggressive madmen and nadwomen of this broken civilization who are practically after my life for having sought peace... but also, for meeting tragedy on my way. (I went to live in mountains, was assaulted there, his friends now give me threats.)
A love letter to my half-dead wife [urdu thread]
— Hassan. (@HassanDastgirr) December 19, 2020
It's been 8 years that I have been in the throes of what can be called psychosis, which started suddenly shortly after a much-awaited trip to #Konya maqaam-e-Rumi. All the pain & fears I'd been holding within that primarily centered on the loss of Nature & innocence, boiled over.
As it hit in a shockwave, I REFUSED to look at such things as caged animals, fallen trees, and horrible cement buildings. Refused to come out of my house and finally had to be transported to mountains where I still live. But seeing "development" encroach here too, I have finally
taken the wound on the heart and given myself the courage to live horribly in a world that is becoming a veritable hell. It's been now a week that I am waking up telling myself: "I will possibly die, and that's OK. Bear witness."
I am under terroristic assault by aggressive madmen and nadwomen of this broken civilization who are practically after my life for having sought peace... but also, for meeting tragedy on my way. (I went to live in mountains, was assaulted there, his friends now give me threats.)
