Winter is the time to go to bed and read books, drink tea or coffee. Dozens of new and old books have been found so far and what a wonderful treasure. Some of the books have been printed by Jhelum’s friends Gagan Shahid and Amar Shahid’s company. Some have come from Karachi. Some books are by Dr. Mahmood Ahmed Kaush from Narowal. Rashid Ashraf, a young writer from Karachi, is also making new history in the world of books.
Our columnist friend Khalid Masood’s book “Winter Rain” was long-awaited. Another book that is eagerly awaited is the autobiography of a former bureaucrat, storyteller, and writer Tariq Mahmood. Afzal Ahmed Sahib had said that “Dam Khayal” would be hidden by the end of July. October is here, still waiting. Mukhtar Masood and Qudratullah Shehab were also government officials and their books have caused a stir to this day.
I have similar expectations tied to Tariq Mahmood’s past. I don’t know if it is appropriate to have such expectations without reading a book because every writer has his own style. Another long-awaited novel is Shahid Hameed’s Tolstoy’s War and Peace, which was being published in Lahore.
The book I find most important in this collection is the best Urdu autobiography, Ahang Bazgasht, written by renowned journalist Maulvi Muhammad Saeed, who was the resident editor of the Pakistan Times. He was born on October 23, 1911. This is a story before and after the formation of Pakistan that you will be forced to read again and again. This book has been searched for a long time. This book was introduced by our late friend Anwar Aziz Chaudhry at the house of Amir Matin.
A photocopy of the old edition was rented by Amir Matin and Anwar Aziz Chaudhry which was lost. Now this book has come out of the bundle of books that Rashid Ashraf has sent from Karachi. Then I remembered that my wife had said: Do not say that someone else would pray, but say Alhamdulillah that the wish was fulfilled by God.
Do not be ungrateful that someone else would ask for prayer. After that day, he never said, “Friend, someone else would ask for prayers. Rather, I am thankful that God fulfilled what was in my heart.”
The latest novel by columnist, playwright, and poet of his style, Mansoor Afaq, has just been released by Tanveer Malik.
Mansoor is currently the Nazim of Majlis Tarqi Adab Lahore. Rising from the soil of Mianwali, this poet gave a new identity to the Seraiki culture and language. This wonderful new novel by Mansoor Afaq is also on my winter reading list.
Another book that has gripped me is my Multani friend Khalid Masood’s “Rain of Winter”. These are documents containing Khalid Masood’s writings on Multan and the Multani characters that have brought Multan and its majestic past shrines to life forever. Wherever Khalid Masood wants, he makes us cry and wherever he wants, he tickles us. By reading all the wonderful characters that Khalid has written, you also fall in love with them.
It would be an exaggeration not to pay tribute to the memory of Khalid Masood, but it would be an exaggeration not to praise the preface written by Haroon Al-Rasheed, the great Pakistani columnist in this book. If Khalid Masood gives permission, let me say that the whole book is on one side and the preface written by Haroon Al-Rasheed is on the other side. Haroon Al-Rasheed’s extraordinary writing will haunt you for a long time.
He has written from the heart and what good writing. By the way, I am jealous or envious of very few friends, but what can I do, I am a human being, so I can’t control myself. I was impressed by Shakeel Adilzada’s tribute to Khalid Masood’s writings on the back page of this book.
Khalid Masood is lucky that great writers like Haroon Al-Rasheed, Shakeel Adilzada, Shahid Siddiqui, and Sohail Warraich have written for him and what a good thing. By the way, I think “Rain of Winter” is more than a book written by Khalid Masood himself. If Khalid had worked a little harder and not been a victim of the traditional slackness of the Seraiki region, it would have been called the best autobiography of Urdu literature.
The book that inspired him earlier was a collection of columns on respectable expression. There is no better nostalgia than expression. If you want to read good prose, read Haroon Al-Rasheed, Izharul Haq, and Shahid Siddiqui. By the way, Kamal’s writings are being written by my favorite Ayaz Amir nowadays.
Another book that has impressed me is Dr. Mahmood Ahmed Kaush’s thesis (Mushfiq Khawaja Ahwal wa Ashar) on which he received his doctorate degree and is now published in book form. Reading this long thesis of a thousand pages is a beautiful experience.
My two Multani friends who introduced me to Mushfiqur Khawaja in the nineties were the late Zulkifl Bukhari and Dr. Waheed-ur-Rehman. I used to read comments and columns on the books published in a magazine of Khawaja Sahib with great interest but the real greatness and understanding of the work of Mushfiqur Khawaja are coming from reading this heavy book.
In general, such theses are seldom read, but Dr. Kaushal really deserves credit for the hard work with which he has written them. Students of Urdu department in universities should read these wonderful theses of Dr. Kaush and learn how research is done.
Dr. Kaush writes: Mushfiqur Khawaja had refused to become the chairman of the sovereign national language saying that I am not eligible for this job. Similarly, Mushfiqur Khawaja defeated Nazir Siddiqui Wrote in a letter to: “I have stopped writing in the newspaper. On the one hand, writing on request causes me mental anguish. There is harm in other things. Not only newspapers but also radio has stopped writing. The revenue from newspapers and radio was more than your eighteenth grade, but the loss was more than a thousandth grade.
The experience of my age says that money is not a cure for every ailment but its abundance causes some diseases. I limited my needs. I am very happy now. ”
Perhaps Mushfiqur Khawaja Sahib had read Gautama Buddha long ago that the greatest enemy of man is his desires. Life becomes easier if you control your desires. The lure of high positions, the craze for fame, or the craze for money all loses their significance and life suddenly begins to look simple and beautiful.