Sleepy escape
Muneeza Hashmi at Karachi Literature festival told us about Faiz sahb being an escapist.
When in Beirut there was a war and bombs were thrown in their whereabouts, he used to find escape in sleep. Every one around him used to wonder how he could do that.
Surprisingly I don't.
The only thing that surprised me hearing all this was that I wasn't alone. Sleep has been such a generous friend, helps me to close my eyes and let me flow in oblivion. Before the clock struck that dangerous hour of the night to flood back memories, I am secured in the arms of sleep. And i refuse to even dream.
Faiz sahb wasn't alone. I tend to find refuge in sleepy escape too.
When in Beirut there was a war and bombs were thrown in their whereabouts, he used to find escape in sleep. Every one around him used to wonder how he could do that.
Surprisingly I don't.
The only thing that surprised me hearing all this was that I wasn't alone. Sleep has been such a generous friend, helps me to close my eyes and let me flow in oblivion. Before the clock struck that dangerous hour of the night to flood back memories, I am secured in the arms of sleep. And i refuse to even dream.
Faiz sahb wasn't alone. I tend to find refuge in sleepy escape too.
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