Ya Allah, I have gone out to light a lamp in the darkness. Do not let this lamp go out.’ It feels as if a play was written to interpret this beautiful dialogue.
This concept is as beautiful a story as it is a beautiful picture. Although this is not a complete picture of Pashtun civilization, but one face is definitely a reflection.
Both Khajasta and Shanze are very lively characters. If such a woman comes into life, the reaction of the male characters can be seen in the play.
It is a unique portrait of a Pashtun woman, a strong-willed steadfast woman Khajasta and her story of determination forged through deprivation.
A girl from Swat who wants to become a doctor. No one at home is allowing him to study beyond the local college.
He saw his mother die of kidney disease in his childhood and his father was shot by the enemy and as bloodshed his cousin Lala had to marry the same girl from the enemy’s family who was once his love because she In the midst of love, now the blood of Lala’s uncle came.
So there is a feeling of guilt inside Lala which is not allowing him to love his own wife and the wife suspects that maybe he is interested in his cousin Khajasta although it is not.
Indifference, patience and selfless loyalty endears any character. It is this nonsense that has become a test of witchcraft in the city and village.
Khajasta is adopted by her maternal grandmother and is betrothed to her younger son Darghzai, who is neither interested in studies nor business, but he loves Khajasta very much.
His ego, according to his customs, continues to consider the expression of love as a matter of honor, so he keeps it only to show his rightful ownership, although when blood comes out of his hand from the wound of Khajasta’s bangles, he licks the blood. is This is the height of madness.
Khajasta also loves him but is angry with his behavior. In the city, Dr. Hadi expresses his love for her, so she lets go of his hand and moves on.
But in the very next episodes, she spends every moment thinking about this impossible relationship.
It is these moments that keep the problems of the city and the village at bay. Progressives leave their backwardness and eventually move forward, so the concerns of the elders prove true in time.
The play shows that the men of the village do not allow the woman to study in the city for fear that she will not return. Sometimes it is true, but if the men of the house tie it with love and trust, then the steps of the woman will never waver. She returns to them even across the seven seas, just as Lala and Daji have bound Khajasta with trust, love and respect.
Khajasta’s cousin Lala supports her and she leaves to study in the city.
Secondly, on the basis of girls’ education, her mother won the election. A college is built in his area, so now he also thinks how not to fulfill the wish of his own orphan and lovely niece. Some circumstances and events are also supporting Khajasta, those who say that if luck is good, wheat will come out even from the sodden grains, even blocked roads will become roads.
But now his life breathes between two civilizations. In view of this, he always aims to return as a doctor and work for his people to be an example to them.
The city or the townspeople were far away from his thinking, but with the degree of doctor, the degree of mind has also changed a little. Because she is unique, intelligent, not seen by everyone in the medical college, some even get jealous of her, but her steps do not waver even a bit.
At the same time, there is a story going on in the city, Dr. Hadi and his family who not only have a place in the city but also have a lot of respect for it.
Obviously, there is a big difference between being a mountain and creating an artificial mountain, such a difference is visible to us here.
When Hadi’s younger brother hates his parents for leaving the little boy Hassan with his grandmother and going to America for higher education, not only is he neglected, but he is compared to his brother. Passion creates jealousy and it is a fire that starts itself first, then spreads.
This is what happens when Aima and Hasan’s passion spreads not only at Hasad’s house, but also to Khajasta’s village and medical college. There is no end to this fire that we see.
Dakar Hadi has refused to marry his cousin Aima, but the fire of revenge is about to lead Aima to a more inappropriate path.
The story of triangular love is like a chemistry spread among the three parties according to the law of nature because love is a fragrance, it cannot be hidden, it makes a person its slave.
Shanze’s love is also caught in the flames of jealousy but as his life is tied to a river in the form of Lala who will save him.
Shanze’s role is that of a strong Pakhtun woman who forces a change of opinion about Pakhtun women when she asks her husband to explain the reason for not having children in the Mardan Khana or Mehman Khana of the house.
Since when she herself was burning in this fire, this was also the reason for her irritability and bitter words. Da ji even asked Lala once if he is fulfilling all the rights of his wife.
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Such profound words are played with such finesse that they become a reflection of the high quality of the writer and performer. Although the problem of medicine is not involved here, the knots of psychology are involved.
Misbah Ali Syed has written the play and Ali Faizan is the director.
Neighbors, my neighbors, touch the land of my heart
This proud heart has no companion now
These are the lyrics of the song, which is called the theme song of the play, and when the heart is stuck in a triangle, one part is left blank.
The drama is at its peak, the story has now to take a decisive turn.
Let’s see if the Pashtun tradition is proven right or the flood of materialism succeeds in tearing down all the walls in its path in the name of love.
Shanze has become a leaden wall of love for her husband in front of her family.
Khajasta has to break the triangle of Darghzai and Dr. Hadi and turn it into a pair, or to pave a new path by uniting the three ends of the triangle.
It is our desire that the lamps of consciousness never go out and the paths of those who light the lamps in the darkness remain bright.
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