It was in those days when two doctors first started a private clinic in Peshawar “in a bungalow” and used to charge sixteen rupees. One of them had a different real name but was popularly known as “Dr. Qaza”. Fortunately, we found a man who was related to Dr. Qaza to run a medicine shop below our office. Was the one.
With his help, we arranged an interview with Dr. Qaza. When we reached his clinic, he was talking to a patient sitting in front of him. But the doctor listened to him and told us. He paid attention, started talking to this friend with great enthusiasm. And then while talking, he started writing something on the paper lying in front of him.
Dr. Jo used to try to say something to the doctor but failed because the doctor was busy talking with his friend and writing the paper. The topic of discussion was cricket, finally the doctor finished writing the leaflet and handed over the leaflet to the patient and said take these medicines and come again after a week. The patient took the paper but kept holding it in his hand. Then suddenly a loud voice started speaking. Doctor, you neither examined me nor listened to me and just wrote the paper. The doctor said, I saw you and heard your words too. The patient said, “But how come you play cricket?” They were busy talking.
The doctor laughed and placed his hand on the patient’s shoulder and said, “Baba, this is our experience that we are driving a car and listening to the radio.” The patient stood up holding the paper on his table and said. So take this paper. I am neither a motor nor a radio. Well, say what you want to ask. We started, asked a few questions here and there, and the real question came to light. Doctor, I have seen the papers written by you in his shop, they are very expensive papers.
Yes, the doctor said with some pride. My prescriptions are expensive. So tell me, while writing a prescription, have you ever asked a patient about his financial condition, whether he can afford these drugs or not? Why should I ask? The doctor said to Rakkai, “When John comes to Ban, he will do anything to buy medicine, take a loan or be ready to sell anything. John is very sweet.”
Suddenly an idea clicked in our mind and we remembered an old forgotten scene. At that time a common farmer of our village was kidnapped and we went to a tribal area in a jirga for ransom. Told a huge amount of ransom.
We had a lot of friendship and resentment towards this country. Therefore, you asked for such a large ransom, have you ever thought that the kidnapper’s family can pay such a ransom? If someone is kidnapped, he does not keep him, but sells him to another powerful group, even if that group is not in a position to keep the hostage and deal with the issue of ransom, then they also sell him to another more powerful group. Or sells the country as such The stake increases, the value of the hostage also increases, then the deal is done through a middleman like us.
I was about to ask something else when he began to explain himself that the actual kidnappers get a fraction of the money that is charged. Portions of this ransom money go “indirectly” to the governor and the president. There are many other details he did not divulge, but understand that there are many stairs of funds going from the ground below to the roof top.
Being a man in the middle, he had a vast knowledge of both law breakers and law enforcers. Of course, a lot happened but I still had a question and it was almost the same question I asked the doctor. Asked why you people often kidnap people who are from the middle or poor class, why don’t you kidnap very big capitalists to get a huge amount of money in a single case. He laughed and said, “It is better to have big efforts behind big people that sometimes turn out to be dangerous than to do small but harmless cases.”
He is right, but have you ever thought that these people have that much money or not or can provide it or not? But by taking a loan, selling the farm, selling jewels, even selling the house. And now I was sitting in the clinic of Dr. Qadha and listening to the same thing, when life is about to die, when death is in front of you, a man has a fever. gladly accepts, the ideas of the bandit and the doctor How similar they are, the dagger and the dagger are made of the same iron and the murderer and the Messiah are of the same mindset.
Even though I am crazy, why should I deceive my friend?
Dashna hidden in her sleeve, the nishtar opened in her hand
