Sunday, July 20, 2014

Morality Crisis: Tale of two aftars

Though Percy Bysshe Shelley advises:



"Fear not for the future, weep not for the past"

Though I concur with the second part because if we stay trapped up in bindings of our past we may not have the courage or the motivation to move ahead towards a better future. 

But the first part I have problem with, because I do fear for the future.

Not particularly for my own sake by for the sake of next generation.

What kind of world my children will inherit. Unfortunately there is a limited amount of effort I can really put in as my view of extent of will power is pretty limited as elaborated below.





Most of the things we may want to control are out of our reach only what Allah wills to put within our reach


Among many issues clouding my mind like diminishing resources, wars, rising inter class and inter cultural hatred, first and foremost is the future of morality.


I do not want to sound like preacher here so will just narrate the incidences I encountered in the sacred month of ramazan 2014 or 1435 Hijri.

Incident 1:

Went with my family to do aftar at a famous hill top restaurant in Islamabad. MaĆ®tre d' two questions were:
  • smoking or non smoking
  • Family or gents only.
After selecting family and non smoking I was lead to our table leaving aside the fact that I already made reservation a day before :P. After hearing segregation of family and gents only I was somewhat hopeful that may be it will become a trend so the families who try to observe even some basic form of hijab can eat comfortably. But Alas my hoped were shattered, not least of because families only section become gents section too but I stumbled upon the real reason of segregation between families and gents only in such a posh restaurant and mind you it has nothing to with hijab.

six tables in so called families section three already occupied with "HOT DATES" and by dates i don't mean the yummy ones you break fast with but the ones you used to yearn for in your adolescent days.:) it do not matter we went out out on one or not but at least we all yearned.

I may be mistaken though but those ye olde dates in my days were a kind of different i.e.:

Rarely at aftar

usually during college/university timings.

Much more reserved i.e. hugging touching a big no no


and here is the punch line much more COVERED. By covered I mean we get to seldom see bare arms, armpits, shoulders, collar bone spinal cord ..... you getting the point I hope :)





From the couple actions to their frankness and dressing everything was objectionable to me and I was not feeling comfortable sitting with them their; low point; when they started blowing cigarette smoke in to each other mouths.


By the way they absolutely didn't seem related by blood, and it was a week night.


Big Question: What kind of impression my kids would be getting  ?

Incident 2:

Venue: Most famous bakery of Islamabad/Rawalpindi, guess which one !!


Time: 12:30 AM Sunday


Purpose of my visit: Buy some things for Aftar


There was a group of people two men in their late 40s poorly dressed hair white, a woman seemingly in 30s really made up, and a boy in 20s seemingly related to woman.


They bought a couple of things like chickine broast patties etc. 


Conversation I overheard:


Old Man A: Flat mein oven ho ga. (Will there be oven there in the flat).


Young boy: Jee ho to sahi magar yahiin se garam karwa lein (Yes may be but better if we get heated here).


Young Women: jee yahi se garam karwa lete hai ja kar kha leing ge (Lets get the things heated so we can feast when we reach flat)


(It was 10am in ramazan)

Old Man: Theek garam ker do.(Ok heat it up)


What was curios for me was:


a) People, their ages and their attitudes, men were really confused


b) These people didn't seem like they will not be fasting i.e. belonging to Christian or some other community in Pakistan, sick or not able other wise to fast so why there were getting things heated?


and and other thing which confirmed my suspicions was I also incidentally reached pay counter with them and when one of the old man took his wallet out to pay a little diamond shaped purple pill with pfizer written on one side fell out. And their Intentions became almost clear. 


Just to gauge his reaction I said "uncle jee app ki goli gir gayi hai" (uncle you dropped your pill). He didn't answer me was visibly flustered took his change and took off leaving the pill their and later i found out also forgot his chicken too :) 





Big Question: Why are such people allowed to operate such way even in ramazan and why can not men find comfort in their homes ?


As this blog is used to vent out my rants which I could not keep in so here is another one and readers are allowed to criticize me but I felt personally deeply disturbed and offended by these two encountered