A Zaleel Friend.

After all the evil grins and anger burning my soul into chunks, I clicked on the tab indicating a green circle notifying he’s online and with no safety measures, set in motion my word-gun. Again *reasoning reasoning reasoning*. Though boiled my blood, but again it was he. Muhammad Hassan bin Iqbal. Despite of all the tensions, clashes and disputes, I didn’t blow his ass farthest. Everything settles as soon as it starts between us, believe it or not, the actual brothers from another mother/ and father are we. He was introduced to me by a friend years ago (actually 2), but we try to heap in so far as 20 years. Keeping all the heated discussions aside we always gather the happy-go-lucky moments at the end of a day. Though IoBM proved to be another scar on his skin like a person he is aware of well enough. Sorry, ethically I can’t name him. To me at least. Once you start loving someone for who he is and the way he is, it took time to accept him as a new him eventually, but still I tried my best and here I’m keeping all his batamizees, nalaiqiyan, and carefree-ness aside writing his birthday post. I once told him how hard is it to write on someone you love more than anything and trying to select most suitable words to describe, but here I’m up to no good q k no words can describe the inner feelings and love at any cost. But still I tried and come up with this ajeeb si post, though I’m not itna bad writer. He is one of those introverts jo k buhat ghaday hotay hain. They are those masoom and seedhay loug who in their innocence ruins everything. Lekin khair, he is not that masoom aur shareef. Kameena aur Zaleel hay poora. *Don’t forget this is his birthday post* islie achi batain ziada. Anyways! Simple is that I’m failed writing something on this bastard, but just after my confession I may say he’s more than a friend or a brother to me. We are gays you know. Homosexuals. We respect each other the way koi bacha 14^th August anay ki khushi me Pakistan se karnay lag jata hay. And love the way ek starplus ki maa apni bahoo ko neecha dikhanay k liye apne betay se achanak shadi k ek haftay baad karnay lag jati hay ya jab ek Pakistani drama maa ko apni behen ki beti se apne betay ki shadi karani ho tab jo feeling ati hai na Love ki buss wahee we love each other itna. Khair! Enough of this self praising stuff, I want to congratulate him his day. The day he hatched. The day amma ko dard dene ka. Birthday that is, Happy Birthday, chappal k moo walay.

No hard feelings writing this post. Maafi tw jooti mangay gi meri isme kuch bura laga ho tw. Saaf baat hay is kameenay ki shaan me main aur sanjeeda hokar kuch nahi likh sakta. Andar se wo hi nai hota WO u know *samajh tw gaye hongay aap*

Khair, ab thora Rafi ki awaz me gaana hojaye

Baar baar din ye aaye, baar baar dil ye gaaye

Tu jiye hazaaron saal, ye meri hai aarzoo

Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you

Beqaraar hoke daaman, thaam lun main kiska

Kya misaal dun main teri, naam lun main kiska

Nahin, nahin, aisa haseen, koyi nahin hai

Jis pe ye nazar ruk jaaye, be-misaal jo keh laaye

Tu jiye hazaaron saal, ye meri hai aarzoo

Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you

auron ki tarha kuchh main bhi, tohfa leke aata

Main teri haseen mehfil mein, phool leke aata

Jinhe kaha usse chaaha, phoolo ki zaroorat

Jo pahar khud keh laaye, har kali ka dil dhadhkaaye

Tu jiye hazaaron saal, ye meri hai aarzoo

Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you

 Dua time: 

                 ………………………………….. Ameen J

My birthday was on 26 and this kameena didn’t wish me not belated, na itna zaleel honay k baad, abtak nai. But see my zarf I write a blog post for his birthday. Beth jaein Beth jaein, Peechay walon ko bhi dekhnay dain! 

PS I deliberately avoid numerous sentimental and emotional stuff in this post cuz I don't want to open the sweet bond between us publicly. We are far more closer than this post. Proud. 

Ajeeb sa. A zaleel friend.