It's such a strange thing. It can drive a man to the heights of love and ravines of hatred. A thing that is brittle breaks. Applying a deforming force is an effort to make it bent. But sometimes after just a unit degree of bent, the thing shatters. I've seen a steel mast broken by winds. And even foam clouds unaffected by iron ships! This isn't just a property of material things. It's an element of humans as well. There are people who remain stubborn. They never listen to any one. Sometimes they are born as such. While sometimes, their environment and surrounding people make them so. We all are a part of environment. And we do the same.
"Zidd" is like a door the handle of which is broken. Or perhaps the key is stuck inside and broke while it was in. There is no way to open the door now. But there was a time when the door was open. Someone closed it. Someone did. The door didn't close on its own. And now no key would open it. The readers will feel it's the fault of that someone who closed it. No no no. Not at all! It's fate. We name it Destiny. The door won't budge now.
ہو سکتا ہے کہ کبھی دروازہ کھل بھی جائے مگر ان کے لیے کبھی نہیں جنہوں نے اسے بند کر دیا
(The words of this post are simply the fragments of my thoughts when my mind was disturbed. No discrimination or hatred for anyone. Even any resemblance to any event or person is pure fiction)