Mohsin...!

Mohsin is a boy whose golden heart is enveloped in the darkness of disappointments.

But why?

Because Faiz Ahmed Faiz said

دُنیا نے تیری یاد سے بیگانہ کر دیا
تجھ سے بھی دِلفریب ہیں غم روزگار کے

How did I meet Mohsin?

This was the old railway station of Attock Khord. At first glance, it looked like a set of Hollywood movies. I was heading to the only bench in the open waiting area. And there he was, sitting, a fine-looking boy but still like all the nonliving things around him. It was a captivating frame. As I went near to him, his stillness was prominent. I seemed even his heart was not pumping, so may he be disturbed by its subtle thumping. The only moving object was his floating fingers over keypad.

I sat near him and looked at his tender face. His delicate features reflect a shadow of his anxieties. I wanted to talk to him and then a notification appeared on the dead screen of my cell phone. A smile unconsciously peeped through my lips.

I forgot about the boy and started to read the post of one of my favorite social media authors, and as always, it was a mirror of his liveliness and refreshing nature. Mohsin turned off his phone and put it in his pocket. Some workers appeared; he joined the crew; they took their brooms and got to work. Slowly, they moved away. The Hollywood set was seeing his hero going out of view.

Romantic! Isn't it? That's how I didn't meet Mohsin. I never met Mohsin.

Who is Mohsin?

A writer! No, not just a writer but an extremely fine author. I read his reviews about movies, web series, and books in a group that I joined to get insightful views about dramas, movies,s and similar things. He is a man who can pen trails of laughter for you, and you supposed that he might be a joyful man at this is the best time of his life. No doubt he is in his best times. I mean in his twenties, but this is a ruthless era for him.

He wanted to become a professional writer. He completed his two books in 2019 and published them on his own. It didn't work well for him, and he left empty-handed. After that, he didn't write and striven to earn a livelihood. A few days ago, the social media group invited him to a question-answer session. Someone asked him why he stopped writing. He replied that it returns him nothing.

I ask him, "Literature is the sake of literature" is a motto of many great authors, so why don't you do it? He said a man couldn't feed books to his family. When you guys are enjoying my crispy crunchy posts, I work as a laborer at the railway station. When people are sitting in warm rooms with phons in hand and have a lot of stuff to munch while scrolling, I'm in a search of another job to arrange our survival. Then how could you write such lively things while you are feeling exactly the opposite? Another reader asked him. With a simily he wrote that these are his reasons to keep himself alive.

Do you hear "these are his reasons" :-)

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