Burnt Factory Workers
Why the poor are so deprived of basic facilities of living in my country that they can’t raise their voice against maltreating?
Two months have been passed since three labours were burnt to death and 19 injured. The grieved incident happened at a private steel mill located in the Industrial Estate Hattar when a gear in the machine carrying and transporting the molten steel container gave way and it spilled on 22 labours. The incident happened due to welded bucket of the machinery which broke.
For the fear of inquiry, the work didnt stop at the factory that day. Moreover no emergency was called by the authorities of the factory.
Is the cost of a new machine so lofty that 22 people’s lives were put at risk? Will the responsible people put to accountability? Will the families of dead and victims get justice?
Let the burner of hope keep lighting.
Silence is effective than words.
In the midst of crisis,
When the yelling is louder than words;
And they come up as hollow birds.
When you are tired uttering them,
And their essence is meaningless ford.
A profound wish,
When they are unspoken and silent;
To grasp the meaning of words.
After every failure,
After every fall,
After each step pushed backwards,
She maintained the pace.
Not exactly straight.
And careful considerations,
Anxiety, when replaced by relaxation;
She tried to ascend.
Every time after failure,
Every time after fall,
She maintained the pace;
She tried to ascend.
The World doesn’t care about how many times you have failed. They pay tribute to only those who have ascended and are shining bright.
The roar of the explosion was deafening. It smashed the glass windows of nearby buildings. The cries of children and women wailing for help could be heard from distance. People started gathering from nearby places and helping the injured people.
The heat of the weather could be felt in the attitude and behavior of people. The moment she entered inside, a long queue in the ladies row was already there. She sighed. No option she had instead of standing in the line and waiting for her turn. Though the antique air conditioner was there to cool the place but its efforts were in vain. After waiting for around half an hour, she produced the prescription of doctor on which three tests were written. The lady inquired if she had twelve hour fast. She affirmed. In few minutes, the lady produced the slip and asked her to wait for the turn.
She looked for a seat but the whole waiting area was full. People were restless and desperately waiting for their turn. Instantly, a woman got up from the bench and went to the counter for her tests. She found a lady with a shoulder bag beside the empty seat. As she sat there, the lady asked her if she could leave her bag. Her compassionate nature could not refuse the lady. She affirmed her that she would take care of the bag. Within two minutes, she could only hear an explosion and her body was ruptured into pieces.
Whenever I saw her, a strange feeling overcame me and I was unable to solve the mystery of her character. She moved around here and there in search of the upcoming patients on her list to measure their blood pressure before they were examined by the doctor. Her net scarf was always too brief to cover only her head, revealing her hairs from the back side and exposing the figure of her body. The coat she wore was too much fitted to her body that it seemed like it had been stitched after placing the black cloth on her body. Sometimes, she tried to set her scarf from sides to make visible the naturally swollen upper part of her body. Neither she was slim nor healthy; a lady in between somewhere. I had always seen her wearing high block heels whose rattling sound caught the attention of all the patients desperately waiting for their turn in the waiting area of the hospital. She always walked in the waiting area as if a model was doing catwalk on the ramp. The lip colors she wore were always bright in color, besides she also wore dark black thick eyeliner.
An unusual incident happened one day when I was in the waiting area. She was sobbing and mumbling something on the phone call which I was unable to hear. It was throbbing to listen her crying on the phone. She kept on doing that for about ten minutes and then she exposed herself from the room. The way she opened and closed the doors were also unusual in the hospital. It was a large banging which was sometimes prevented by putting her hand on the knob of the door when it was about to bang. When she appeared out of the room, her remaining tears were flowing on her cheeks, her eyes were pinkish red, her lips were a bit swollen and the fluid was coming out from her nose which she was trying to take back.
I was a bit surprised at her weeping, sobbing and specifically the reaction to a call. I had been watching her for quite some years and had always seen her doing the assistant work diligently meanwhile meaningfully being friendly with the office staff and other young assistants as if purposefully flirting with them. In my opinion she had been an unmarried lady of about 35 years desperately hunting a man for marriage but soon some secrets revealed which nullified my opinion.
Another day came when I was in the waiting area of the hospital, waiting for my turn to come. The two fat ladies sitting beside me were chattering about insignificant household politics of ladies. To my surprise, she emerged out of the room with the same rattling sound and greeted those ladies warmly as if she knew them very well. After some exchange of hello hi, one of the fat lady asked her about how her husband was doing after the divorce, hearing upon which I was shocked. She elaborated the whole scenario by mentioning that he had been remarried after 2 years of the divorce and their son had been 10 years old whose expenses were not properly supported by his father. Moreover, her ex-husband was quite happy with his second wife because he loved her before marrying Sadia.
And the mystery of Sadia resolved!
Pressing of the thumb dispersed the fumes,
dragged her towards a weird land;
full of unusual imaginary shapes.
Fearless of consequences,
she moved forward.
Once a while, twice a while,
many a times.
Gradually becoming familiar,
with strange land and its residents.
Unfamiliarity turned into acquaintanceship.
Scent of “Treasure” led to
the Land of Strangers.
Swept away by downpours;
Sidelined by the attackers;
Rudeness and arrogance of caretakers;
Made her to grow into a discoverer.
Unfamiliar roads of life;
Traveled by few in harsh times;
Groping by many in dark times;
A pathway lead her to unknown destine.
Digging holes on the way;
Burying each secret on the way;
Dragging down the veil of lights;
Finally she managed to survive.
A common perception of success is to achieve materialistic accomplishment which thrive the emotional feelings while some people connect it with the relationships.
Being successful is related to my soul. The more I feel satisfied the more I feel accomplished and successful. My inner voice tells me that success is neither a phenomenon nor an achievement. It is a continuous effort from vacuum to brim. Success is a journey which starts from scratch, slowly and gradually the steps of stairs are taken as there are no elevators to success.
Finally he invited on a tea cup;
Reluctant to meet him up.
Fearful of consequences she declined;
Assured respect and bucked her up.
Suddenly the invitation diminished;
Replacing with what’s up.
One has to carry the burden,
Of thoughts and of sins.
Pleasantly or regretfully,
Purposefully or in vain,
Shamefully or proudly,
Agreeably or disagreeably.
And later has to unload it.
Vividly or confidentially,
With denial or consent,
With assent or dissent,
Aggressively or politely.