I vaguely remember that in the book 'Zaavia' by Ashfaq Ahmad, the author narrates an incident in which a person came with a strange illness (some marks on the hand) to ask for a cure from baba ji (for people who are not familiar with Ashfaq Ahmad's writings just think of him as a peer/shaikh). At that time baba ji didn't know what it was so he asked the person to come at a later time. Only when baba ji himself incurred the same illness did he gave out the remedy.
I wish I could find the exact incident so that I could narrate it more aptly but the essence for me was that at times we are just too quick to blurt out suggestions when we really don't know what others might be going through. At times we know we are right but still we want someone to say you are right, at times we know we are wrong but we still want someone to accept us with our failures. At times we just need a shoulder to cry on.
یہ کہاں کی دوستی ہے کہ بنے ہیں دوست ناصح
کوئی چارہ ساز ہوتا کوئی غمگسار ہوتا
Again this field has no right and wrong answers. What others do or don't do cannot always be a judge of their intentions. They might be getting angry with you, scolding you, hating you for bringing yourself in such a wretched state and they still might have your best interest at heart...they still might love you all the same.
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I came across with few questions but due to some unknown reasons can't ask you here.
neways, Ashfaq Ahmad has always been a thoughful person with his thought provoking poetry.
Well you can always mention in your comment if you want to keep it private and not want it published.
Secondly, I am not aware of Ashfaq Ahmad's poetry. Prose? Yes! Poetry? Never heard of it.
Is dere any way to send inbox texts in this blog ? or any other way of communication
I guess one can send me his email address (which of course would not be published if you do not want to it to be) and I could reply back on it.
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