I’ve come to a point where I no longer trust anybody. I don’t let anybody come close to me. Because trust for me is letting someone come close to you and opening yourself up to them. Exposing yourself to them, letting them see your weaknesses, relying on them, depending on them for your happiness and letting them into your heart. Because when they leave, it feels like they took a piece of you away with them, ripped out your heart, you feel exposed like being stripped naked in front of the whole world and the hollow space they leave where they once resided in your heart, aches and burns like it’s on fire and frankly it seems that way as well. And in the end, all you can do is watch them walk away, while you stand amongst the rubble and wreckage of what was once your soul.
Hairat hoti hai Karachi walon key sabr aur bardasht par,
Itna kuch sehtay hain, itney zulm jhailtey hain,
Lekin phir bhi, har subah phir jaag uthtey hain,
Ik nai umeed sey, ik nai justaju sey.
Tou phir maan lo, in key dilon meh jo aag jalti hai,
Iss ko bujhana na mumkin hai.
Aren’t you surprised at the patience and tolerance of the people of Karachi?
They endure so much cruelty, withstand injustice.
And yet, every morning, they rise again,
With a new hope, with a new quest.
And you have to admit, the fire that burns in their hearts,
Can not be extinguished.