A lifetime in Matiari - Part 2

It is so refreshing to hear about the educational streaks of the Memon family of Matiari excelling in Medicine. 

A lifetime in Matiari - Part 1

I am no anthropologist, neither am I ever going to be at the level of all those who are the citizens of this extraordinary place. I say extraordinary because it is certainly not ordinary. Matiari is a city of Saints. Well you've got saints in every nook and corner of Pakistan. Our forefathers have been from here so we've been given the on and off visit. But I personally have never ventured outside the havelis and family relatives house. I've never explored Matiari. But I've read about it. It looks beautiful in pictures. I have seen the narrow ghitti (streets) and its naali (open drain) and the occasional feaces floating in that, rushing to the car. Aside from the business of flies, you've got a scourge of mosquitoes in the evening when it's the season (which seems throughout the year), but you get to see such beautiful countryside when you're whizzing past it.
The people of Matiari add to it ordinariness, I meant extraordinariness. You've got snitches, a variety of fiends, a sensational array of back-biters, of course the lovely aunties who don't fail to surprise you being well-endowed with gossip about your forefathers.
Since people of Matiari have never been too keen to educate their girls a special vacuum has existed parallel their home-lazying skills. The families of the well-off don't want their girls to learn or move on ahead with simple skills like cleaning up their surroundings, they would rather a helper does it for them. They are not taught how to talk to people who are waiting on them hand and foot 24 hours, so a small mistake is most likely to remind them of their social strata. Oh the agony! It is very despicable when you see centuries of slavery turning around into more slavery. Okay there's no bonded labor but there isn't paid labor at times too.
Matiari is going to give birth to a special strata of society that is not educated but at the helm of decision making for the city. The ladies have been not been allowed to pursue education except a few cases. The men are super-involved in their what-abouts. So, thats about it.

Life in Matiari

I see a picture, I get an idea. I want to write a book...a children's book. I want it to be illustrated. Bright colours. Now what shall the book be about? A moral lesson, just like Aesop's Fables. I doubt that divorce is on the cards. But this lingering feeling since last night of something going wrong. a My phone is not working. He has not called on my mother's phone. Last communication was about