Talash: A search for God

Act 2

Scene 1

The restaurant is thick with the aroma of barbeque sauce and grilled steaks. The dimly lit hall is filled with people enjoying the informalities of a laid-back dinner. The soft music blends perfectly with the sound of hushed conversations, to produce a sound that isn’t capable of bothering or distracting anyone in the hall. Orders are being placed and food is being served. Mr. and Ms. Saquain are skimming through the menu as they wait for Ali and Ahmad to show up.

Ms. Saquain: (takes a sip of water) Tariq, I wonder what's taking the boys so long.

Mr. Saquain: Oh he left the home at eight to meet Ahmad at the station. It’s takes a while to get here.

Ms. Saquain: I think you should give him a call, I hope he remembers that he has to meet us for dinner here.

Mr. Saquain: (laughs) Oh, of course he remembers. He is the one who invited us. He’ll be here soon. Why do you worry so much?

Ms. Saquain: I am not worrying, Tariq. I know they can take care of themselves. I was just asking.

Mr. Saquain: Oh well, I am sure they’ll be here any... there they are (he waves at them)

Ms. Saquain: I see that they are not alo..

Ali, Ahmad and Sara greet Mr. and Ms. Saquain and then exchange tentative looks.

Ahmad: Sara, meet mom and dad (looks at Mr. and Ms. Saquain) Uncle. Aunt this is Sara.

Mr. Saquain: (Stands up) it’s a pleasure to meet you Sara. I am Ahmad's dad. And this is my wife Nilofur. 

Ms. Saquain: (hugs her lightly) I am so glad to finally meet you. I have heard a lot about you. Take a seat.

Ahmad and Ali smile at each other and then take a seat on the same side of the rectangular table.

Sara: (gleaming) It’s a pleasure to meet you too. I am sorry to intrude like this, I was not planning to come but Ali convinced me.

Ali: Intrude? Come on, it’s perfectly fine. Mom and Dad always welcome good company.

Mr. Saquain: Sara, dear, don’t worry about a thing, in fact it’s a shame that Ahmad took this long to introduce you to us.

Ms. Saquain: Tariq is right. Whenever he’d mention you, I would ask him to bring you home for dinner, but oh no! He’s just too busy to indulge in such formalities. (looks to smile at Ahmad)

Ali: (His cheeks going red) Come on, last year in university isn’t a piece of cake. And now that I am done with that, it’s the job search that keeps me occupied.

Ali: Oh yeah the job search. Did that firm get back to you yet?

Ahmad: Nope. I am still optimistic about it though. But then again in such a competitive environment you can never be too sure about anything. What if my efforts were not enough?

Sara: Ahmad, well, that was not the end of things. The job fair today proved to be fruitful too. You have an interview next week. Just keep trying.

Ms. Saquain: Oh I agree with Sara, Ahmad. One interview was not the end of the world. You’ll have more chances to prove yourself right, honey. Don’t lose heart.

Ali: See mom, now that is where you are wrong. (grins)

Mr. Saquain: Ali? (perplexed)

Ali: You are wrong because, to lose heart you need to have one. Ahmad is absolutely heartless! (laughs)

Ahmad: See, that is why I did not want to bring her home. That is why! (Turns to Sara) You see Sara, how respectfully my brother treats me?

Sara: (giggles) Ahmad, he is just joking.

Ahmad: I was talking about such a serious thing. Way to kill the mood Ali!

Ali: It always is a pleasure! (winks at Sara)

Everyone laughs

Mr. Saquain: Oh, our boys! Anyway, I was just wondering since all of us are sitting in this beautiful restaurant; wouldn’t it be appropriate to order something? I don’t like being kicked out of restaurants.

Ali: Oh yeah, I agree dad. I am starving anyway. Let’s order. What do you want Ahmad?

Ahmad: Oh I think I will have that steak I had last time when I came down here.. Remember the one that was way better than yours..

Ali: Oh yeahh! I have no idea why I ordered a Hawaiin one.. It suc..

Ms. Saquain: Boys, boys! Sometimes, I doubt if I have taught you any manners at all. Sara, honey, what would you like to have?

Sara: Oh they can order first. Umm.. I think, I will just have pasta.

Mr. Saquain: Pasta? Is that it? Are you not hungry dear?

Ahmad: (laughs) Dad, she doesn’t eat much.

Mr. Saquain: Doesn’t eat much? But pasta is too little. I think we will order something for her. Sara, I reckon you are just being really shy.

Sara: Oh no, I am not shy at all. Pasta would be enough for me.

Ali: (smiles) Sara, you don’t know, eating is serious business in this family. If you don’t eat like us, it means there is a problem with you.

Ahmad: Oh yes, it’s serious business Sara. You should have steaks or chicken wings or anything that weighs more than yourself. (Laughs) You should try the steaks, it’s awesome.

Sara: (smiles) That’s just really nice of all of you but I think pasta would be good for me. For sure!

Ahmad: Oh well, since we can’t shove food down your mouth. It’s your choice. You’re gonna be missing out on some good stuff!

Sara: I will take a few bites from yours.

Ahmad: Alright, if you like it that way.

Ali: Alright then, I think I should call the waiter and place the orders.

Ms. Saquain smiles at Mr. Saquain reassuringly.

Ms. Saquain: (sighs) I was just thinking that how Ahmad and Sara make me reminiscent of those days when we got married, Tariq. Everything was so different in those times, you know Ahmad the only time I was allowed to talk to talk Tariq was when he was introduced to me. And then the next question was: is it a yes?

Mr. Saquain: Oh and I don’t even consider that talking. What are you supposed to say to this stranger who, you know, might possibly be destined to marry you. What are you supposed to say? (laughs)

Ahmad: Oh God! That is insane! How did you know that he was the right person mom?

Ms. Saquain: Ali, you know I think that is the power of centuries old traditions. When the right person comes, you just know. And your family knows! That is how we have been marrying for centuries in our society.

Ali: Are you kidding me? How can you 'just know'?

Mr. Saquain: Well, we just knew. And our families knew. That is how my mom and dad got married. And that is how our grandparents got married. And our great grandparents.

Sara: I guess that is something close to magic. It’s almost fairytale-ish!

Ahmad: But you know mom, I don’t think that it would work today. I mean, I can’t imagine being with someone I don’t know at all.

Ms. Saquain: Ahmad, back in those days, we followed our ethical codes. Our moms would never let us mix up with boys as frequently as you people do these days. Times change and with time practices have to change.

Ali: Well, I like the change. I mean, I am better off knowing the girl first.

Mr. Saquain: Well, these are your times. And you like things the way they are. We liked them the way they were.   

Ahmad: I think I am with Ali on this one. I like  it the way it is.

Ms. Saquain: Honey, you would never get it. But I am glad you have found the right person. (smiles at Sara)

Ahmad: (color rising in his cheeks) Yeahh.. (Smiles at Sara and then turns to Ali) So when are you returning to work, exactly?

Ali: Next week InshAllah. But umm.. I have something to tell you. It’s a big news, I just wanted to tell everyone at once.

Ms. Saquain: Oh Ali, did something happen? (confused)

Ali: Oh no mom, don’t freak out. It’s nothing bad.

Ahmad: You always do that! You freak out before even knowing what it is. (chortles)

Ms. Saquain: Making fun of your mom. You know I have a weak heart!

Ali: Is anyone still interested in listening? (amused)

Mr. Saquain: Go ahead son.  Let’s hear it!

Ali: Okay, so the magazine I work for… They want me to do a travel feature about countries in South Asia so like India or Sri Lanka.

Ahmad: South Asia? Woah! I thought you just did features in Canada. But that’s like, half way around the world. And India... India is all mystic, you know. I have seen some movies. (pauses) This sounds so exciting. You lucky bastard (hits upper arm lightly)

Ms. Saquain: Ahmad (sternly)

Ahmad: What did I say? (pauses) WHAT? Are you still going to point out swear words?

Ms. Saquain: Why not!

Ahmad: Oh God, it doesn't matter how high my numbers go I would always be treated like a 4-year old. But anyway, I am overwhelmed Ali. This is a big step ahead in your career, and your life.

Sara: I agree with Ahmad. Congratulations Ali. This is wonderful!

Ali: Thanks. Appreciate the support.

Ms. Saquain: We are all very proud of you Ali. You know that, don't you? (smiles warmly)

Ali: Thanks everyone. I am blessed to have you guys (smiles) but I have been thinking that given the enormity of the opportunity why not use it the way I want. I mean, rather than going to India or Sri Lanka, why not go to Pakistan or Iran or Afghanistan or the UAE? I mean since we are from Pakistan, I would personally prefer going there it would be interesting. I have never explored those regions so... yeah! But, but I have just been thinking about it, I will talk to them and see what they think. They were more inclined towards India though but (pauses) let’s see!

Ahmad: Ali, that’s a big decision. I mean, those places are dangerous and the West hasn’t been on particularly healthy terms with those nations for a long time now. I mean, Iran? Afghanistan? It’s risky.

Mr. Saquain: Ahmad, there are many aspects to countries at war than death. I thought you knew that.

Ahmad: Well, I know that but why should he risk his life? Risk his life for work?

Ali: Oh they won’t send me to war zones Ahmad. I would probably go to more protected or urban regions. And I won’t be alone, you know Jeff, our photographer I think he got the offer too.

Ahmad: Go to India Europe, Australia or Spain. I don’t know where ever. Why are you travelling to dangerous places?

Sara: I think I agree with Ali on this one. (Smiles at Ahmad) I think visiting such countries always turns out to be a very interesting experience. Although I have only been to Iran only twice in my life, I would give anything to go there more often. Those places, they are like separate entities. Culture, traditions, lives! And you know what’s most appealing? The fact that we belong to that piece of land, like for me Iran would always be that place where I belong. And for Ali that place is Pakistan. And for you Ahmad, it’s Afghanistan.

Ahmad: But Sara, we belong to that place but going back their again, knowing the risks that come with the journey. It just doesn’t make any sense in my head. And Canada is where we belong now.

Ms. Saquain: Canada can’t change the blood that runs through your veins Ahmad. Your blood is Afghani, and it will be Afghani till the day you die.

Ahmad: I know and I don’t want it to change. But I just think it’s risky. Ali, just go to India okay?

Ahmad: You don’t need to worry. And I haven’t made any decision yet. I was just considering my options.

Ms. Saquain: Oh well, by the end of the day, its Ali’s decision. This is a big opportunity and I believe that Ali would use it wisely. That is all I have to say.

Ali: InshAllah, mom. I will try my best. (Looks around) Our food is taking very long.

Ahmad: I know! I am starving. So Sara (grins) Are you enjoying the evening, so far?

Sara: Why wouldn’t I? It’s a pleasure to be with your family!

Mr. Saquain: It’s a pleasure to have you here. I have always wanted a daughter, just like you.

Ms. Saquain: Oh yes, all our lives we have been surrounded by these hooligans! Boys!

Ali: I have noticed, daughters are way more popular than sons.

Mr. Saquain: And why shouldn’t they be? But I will leave that question for when you have kids.

Ms. Saquain: Oh yes, you boys gave us a good run for our patience during your childhood days. There were times when your dad and I gave up on you and watched you guys charge around us like sleepless Chihuahuas!  

Mr. Saquain: I remember once Nilofur and I decided to sleep in late on a Sunday morning since it was really cold. We assumed that the boys would be sleeping in late too. But, obviously, Ahmad and Ali were never the predictable kind. (turns to Sara) You can’t imagine the sight we witnessed when we finally woke up because of the noise. (looks at Ahmad and Ali) The two of them were down on the kitchen floor, pulling at each other’s hair. Ahmad was screaming and there were cookies scattered around the floor. Cookies everywhere!

Ahmad: I remember that! (Laughs) Ali and I turned vicious when we fought. 

Ali: I got pretty aggressive too, but Ahmad has always been so temperamental. You never know what little thing might provoke anger in him.

Ahmad: Yeah, sometimes I hate my anger management skills!

Sara: I hate them too. But I think you are getting better at it. So it’s all good!

Ali: I don’t believe it! (staring at something distant) I didn’t know it was possible with in this century! Our food is here!

Ahmad: (Laughs) Ali, my man! You got me. I am so hungry. (Rubs his hands together)

The food is served. Instantaneously, the clinking of the forks and knives joins the sounds of laughter and chatter around the table. And another summer night ticks away.

Haiku

I remember you

From a long forgotten dream

In which I died alone

Talash: A search for God

Act 1

Scene 5

The darkness is slowly blanketing the sky as Ahmad and Sara walk down the street in Downtown. The last traces of sunlight drench the horizons in lovely shades of pink and orange. The night grows cooler as the sun disappears. It has been a hectic day.

Ahmad: So, the day wasn’t a total waste? You got called for interview by two firms. I bagged an interview call as well.

Sara: I know right? See, I told you this job fair wouldn’t be a waste of time. But you wouldn’t listen to me. But I am glad we came here. I am excited to start a new career.

Ahmad: Yeah, hopefully you’ll get through your interviews. I don’t see a reason why you won’t. You are such a smart ass.

Sara: (Smiles) Smart ass? Me? Then what do you call yourself?

Ahmad: I call myself normal (laughs)

Sara: Wow, you are so funny!

Ahmad: I don’t understand. Even if I say nice things about you, you just go all sarcastic on me. Why?

Sara: I am not going sarcastic on you. But it’s just that your humour just doesn’t make any sense to me.

Ahmad: Oh yeah? Well then, I am sorry to inform you that your sense of humour is worse than a brick. And the funniest part is:  a brick basically isn’t even alive (chortles)

Sara: AHMAD!!

Ahmad: Hey, I was just joking but it’s pretty clear that you didn’t get it. Oh well (suppresses his laughter) it’s not like I was expecting anything otherwise (bursts into laughter)

Sara: How do you come up with such lame and stupid jokes?

Ahmad: I am a natural, aren’t I?

Sara: No you are not and as this conversation isn’t going anywhere, I am going to stop. Keep talking and joking and laughing on your own.

Ahmad: Okay okay, I am done.

Silence

Ahmad: No more jokes. That was it.

Silence

Ahmad: The silent treatment? Are you serious?


Silence

Ahmad: Come on, Sara...

Sara: What?

Ahmad: I was just kidding. I really didn’t know that I was pissin…

Sara: I know! (looks at him and smiles) I just like it when you apologize. You think your stupid jokes make a difference?

Ahmad: You are sooo EVIL.

Sara: And a smartass (grins)

Ahmad: (laughs) yeah and that too. Anyway, do you want me to grab something to eat for you?

Sara: Umm.. I am not really hungry. Are you?

Ahmad: Yeah kinda. But I am just going to wait. Ali and I are going out for dinner tonight with mom and dad.

Sara: That sounds fun. You have been having a lot of family get-togethers lately. Is something exciting going on?

Ahmad: Not really. It’s Ali’s week off and that lazy-ass has nothing to do. So he just drags all of us with him whenever he feels like doing anything.

Sara: (smiles) Well, he deserves the break. Travelling is not easy, you know. It wears one out.

Ahmad: It’s his job and he gets paid for it. (pauses) But, to tell you the truth, we enjoy these get-togethers and secretly, all of us wait for Ali’s time-offs. Every time, it’s the same: we end up eating a lot and we laugh our heads off. Mom and dad... They are the best people I have ever met. They never let me feel out of place. Never differentiate between Ali and me.

Sara: So it seems (smiles)

Ahmad: Yeah! They are as important as my actual mom and dad. Maybe more…Man, I love them so much. I swear I have no idea where I would have been without them. And Ali, he is just… awesome. Insanely awesome!!

Sara: I can imagine since you talk about him almost all the time.

Ahmad: I have been spending so much time with him lately, talking about him is inevitable. In fact… (pulls the phone out of his pocket) I should call him and ask him to pick me up at
Anderson.

Sara: I thought your car was parked at Anderson.

Ahmad: (waiting for someone to pick up the phone) Oh no, I didn’t drive to the station today.

Sara: What’s the point of owning a car when you never use it? Why don’t you just sell it off?

Ahmad: I do drive… Oh hi Ali, how are you? Oh I am good. Where are you right now? Huh, I should have guessed! Okay can you do me a favour? Can you pick me and Sara up at Anderson? (ignores Sara as she mouths ‘no’) ALI, stop being a jackass! Okay then, I will be there around 8. Alright, see ya there!

Sara: Why did you mention me? I could have taken the bus. I don’t want to be a bother for Ali. It’s kinda late too, I am sure he has other things to do.

Ahmad: Oh that is so thoughtful of you Sara, but seriously you can save all your thoughtfulness for someone else. Ali doesn’t deserve it. (laughs)

Sara:  Firstly, you ask him to pick you up at the station when you are fully capable of going home on your own. And then (raises her voice a little) you ask me to save my thoughtfulness.

Ahmad: Oh yeah?! Stop being so nice! Like you know what he does all day long. Ask me! All he does is sleep around, hang out with his friends and eat. He eats like an animal!

Sara: He is on a break. Do you want him to work?

Ali: No, but he should do some chores too. Like... like pick me up at the train station.

Sara: Yeah, and hang out with you when you are bored. And buy lunch for you when you don’t feel like eating at home. And le..

Ahmad: So he is my older brother. Looking after me is his duty.

Sara: Well, he isn’t going to be there forever. At some point in life, you’ll have to take care of yourself.

Ahmed: Yes, I agree! (grins) but until that ‘point’ comes, I am more than satisfied with this arrangement!

Sara: You know? I have come to realize (pauses) that talking to you (pauses) is as pointless as talking to umm...  a wall.

Ali: (laughs) But you’ve gotta admit, a wall can never be as charming and good looking as me!

Sara: Ahmad, you are utterly hopeless. (laughs) You are so lame I have no idea why I laugh on your jokes.

Ali: Oh shut up. I am hilarious!

They walk to the train station and find it crowded with people. Everyone seems to be out to enjoy the weather. And the homeless prepare to end their day, as the line along the station walls.

Sara: (eyes the people in rags with compassion) I feel so sorry for them.

Ali: Yeah (avoids looking at them)

Sara: I wish I had the power to change that. It’s so unfair, isn’t it? That some people in this world get everything and some get none.

Ahmad: Nobody ever gets everything Sara. That’s an over statement.

Sara: (still looking at the homeless) I find this so disturbing though.

Ahmad: No one’s asking you to scrutinize them and then feel disturbed. Oh! The train is here anyway. Come on, let’s go!

Ahmad grabs Sara’s wrist as they rush past the people to get on the train. The train is crammed pack. Ahmad and Sara end up standing on the train.

Sara: Gosh, now I can’t get their faces out of my head...

Ahmad: You don’t have to over-think everything Sara... Umm... I know something that might help. Do you want to listen to some music? I updated my collection a few days back and some of these songs are really good.

Sara: If it’s something like Wiz Khalifa or T.I or whatever, I think I’ll pass.

Ahmad: Ohhh... I wish! But trust me this time it’s different.

Sara: Alright then, I’ll give it a shot.

Ahmad takes out his iPod from his pocket and hands one of the earphones to Sara. As the song plays and he notices the change in Sara’s expressions.

Sara: This is good... In fact, this is really good! Wait a minute, this is Persian. I am impressed with the sudden swing.

Ahmad: You insert sarcasm with such skill in your sentences. Never fail to amaze me.

Sara: (chuckles) I am going to take that as a compliment.

As the music goes on, from one song to other, Sara’s expressions, to Ahmad’s fascination, vary with beat of the music. At one second she smiles and then the other second she seems lost. The commotion on her face is so engaging that when Ahmad finally hears the call for Anderson, the journey seems like a short dream. Ahmad stops the music, making Sara aware of her surroundings. The train comes to a stop and they get off.

Sara: That was some real good music Ahmad. Where did you get hold off this?

Ahmad: Internet.

Sara: Oh thanks for stating such an obvious fact. I meant, who told you about this?

Ahmad: Please learn to ask your questions in a more definitive manner.

Sara: Oh shut up!

Ahmad: Well, dad told me about this. He listens to classic Persian music. He told me about some artist and I searched them up and surprisingly, I liked them.

Sara: That must have been inevitable. This music is genius.

Ahmad: Yeah, it sure is... (looks around the parking lot) I should call Ali and ask him if he is here yet. I am sure that lazy-ass is still at home. (speed-dials Ali on his phone and waits for him to pick up)

Sara: You should be ashamed of taking him for granted! He has a li..

Ahmad: Hi! Where are you? I am at Anderson. Well, why am I not shocked to hear that? I told you we were going to be here around 8. Okay.. I am waiting. (shoves his phone in his pocket) See, I told you! He's glued to the TV.

Sara: Waiting for five minutes isn’t going to kill you Ahmad. Thanks for the ride though. I should give my mom a call too. (pulls her phone out and dials her home phone-number) Assalamulaikum* mom! I am good. Yes it went well. Right now, I am at the station with Ahmad. His brother is going to pick us up. I told him that but he insisted. Anyway, I will be home soon. Okay.... Alright.. Yeah mom, I understand! Okay, bye! (shoves her phone in her bag and turns to Ahmed) She was just worried. She was asking me why I didn’t call dad to pick me up.

Ahmad: Oh, it’s not such a big deal? Ali can drop you off. I don’t see the need for you to bother your dad.

Sara: Well, thanks once again.

Ahmad: (squints to make out the image of the car approaching them) I guess that’s Ali. Yeah that’s him.

Ahmad and Sara walk towards the car and stop right in front of it. Ahmad goes around the car to get seated in the passenger seat while Sara opens the door and gets seated in the back seat.

Ahmad: You are never on time! And hi.

Ali: Hi! It’s such a pleasure to be greeted with an insult!

Ahmad: (laughs) Oh and by the way (he turns to look back at Sara) This is Sara.

Ali: (turns back) Hi Sara. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.

Sara: Hi, it’s a pleasure to meet you too.

Ali: You might not know this, but I have heard a lot abou...

Ahmad: I think we should go now it’s getting late. (glares at Ali)

Ali: Okay, okay. Sara, I wonder if you know this but our Ahmad is a very punctual man.

Sara: (laughs) yes, I can see that very clearly, indeed.

Ahmad: Oh come on... Enough with the sarcasm!

Ali: Whaatttt?

Ahmad: Forget it. Just keep driving, I’ll tell you the way to Sara’s house.

Ali: I thought she was accompanying us for dinner.

Sara: Oh no, that wouldn’t be necessary. I have to be home.

Ali: Ahmad; did you even ask her to accompany us?

Ahmad: Well, I was about...

Ali: Sara, did this jerk ask you about the dinner?

Sara: Oh no, I have to go home anyway. So that’s okay. Maybe some other time.

Ali: Why not today?  I am sure you haven’t even met mom and dad yet.

Sara: Oh, school and work usually keeps us so busy. Ahmad never got time to introduce me to Mr. And Ms. Saquain yet.

Ali: Ahmad, what kind of man are you? Sara, he would never have time to introduce you to mom and dad. I think you should come to dinner with us today.

Ahmad: I think Ali is right, I mean right about coming to dinner with us not about the other thing he said. I was planning to introduce you to mom and dad soon. But you should come; it’s going to be fun.

Sara: Ahmad I told mom I’ll be home soon.

Ahmad: Well, just call her again and tell her that you are going out on dinner with my family.

Sara: (purses her lips) Ahmad, I am not sure if my mom would allow that. Conservative Iranian family, remember?

Ahmad: It’s with my family. Come on, talk to your dad he will be fine with it.

Ali: Yeah, we’ll be home before eleven for sure.

Sara: Alright, I’ll give her a call. (searches for her phone in her bag and pulls it out) Thanks for inviting me Ali.

Ali: Oh, don’t mention it.

Sara: Hello mom. Umm... I was wondering if I can accompany Ahmad’s family for dinner. Yes, tonight. I know but his brother is insisting. Okay, yeah it won’t be late, I assure you. Thanks mom, love you. Bye. (puts the phone in her bag) She says I can go.

Ali: Awesome then! Mom and dad will meet us there.

Ahmad: Man, I am starved!

Ali: Me too!

Sara: Well, I hope they won't mind my company.

Ahmad: Oh don’t worry, mom and dad would love to see you there!

Ali: They sure will!

They drive through the city excited and hungry. Sara is about to meet Ahmad’s parents for the first time. Ahmad is about to introduce the girl he wants to marry to his parents. But Ali’s excitement stretches beyond the fun of the dinner. He has the knowledge of something that will change the lives of the people in that car forever. And he isn’t even slightly aware of that.

End of Act 1

*Assalamulaikum: A word used to greet someone in muslim cultures.

  

Talash: A search for God

Act 1

Scene 4


The transits are crammed packed. It’s around five in the evening and everybody is in a rush to get to home. Ali and Ahmad were a part of the crowd, desperate to get out of the transit and breathe some fresh air. They are on their way to Ali’s parent’s house to have dinner. 

Ahmad: Okay, so what is mom cooking?

Ali: How would I know? I talked to her this morning, but I was in such a hurry that dinner was the last thing on my mind.

Ahmad: Well, I thought that maybe she told you something about the food.

Chinook Station

Ali: (steps aside to make way for the passengers leaving) You know what I think, I think… (Pauses to smile) You are just a little too hungry to think about anything else right now. You just came back from a job interview and all you can think about is food.

Ahmad: Oh so should I just block all the thoughts in my mind and think about the interview which has long been over? Wow, Ali!

Ali: Ahmad, come on, I wasn’t the one who was yarning on and on about how well the interview went.

Ahmad: Okay, so the interview was awesome and yes, I have high expectations but how can I think about anything else when I haven’t eaten in five hours? (Puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out his phone) I don’t even know why we are having this conversation. I'll just call mom myself and ask her about the food. You, Ali, are good for nothing; absolutely nothing.

Ali: (laughs) Okay, then, as you wish. Just so you know, we are almost there anyway. Why ruin the surprise?

Ahmad: Why isn’t anyone picking up? I am sure they are home. Daanngg…

Ali: Dad must be offering his prayers and mom must be busy with something.  Just a few more minutes Ahmad and we are there.

Ahmad: Okay, yeah whatever. (Dials the number once again)

Ali: You really can’t be patient Ahmed, now can you? (smiles)

Ahmad: I am hungry Ali, really hungry. I can’t think of anything else right now. Do you have a gum?

Ali: Sorry bro. I don’t usually keep gum with me.

Ahmad: Obviously, why would you ever possess anything that could possibly work for my benefit?

Ali: (suppresses a laughter) Oh yes, now that is my fault too. Why am I not living my life according to your benefits? My bad!

Heritage Station

Ali and Ahmad walk towards the empty seats as the passengers walk out.

Ahmad: Okay whatever; I guess I can just wait. (looks out of the window for a while and then turns to look at Ali again) Anyway, so what’s your next destination? Any place interesting?

Ali: Ummm…. probably Halifax or Vancouver. I don’t know. I am not thinking much about it these days. This week it’s all about the family, it’s my time off! Why would I want to think about work? What about you, how was your dinner at Sara’s last week? Anything interesting I should look forward to finding out? (Grins playfully)

Ahmad: You know these stupid expressions of yours; I know they are meant to tease me. I am not a kid.

Ali: What expressions? (grins) Dang Ahmad! Should we just have this conversation after dinner?

Ahmad: Forget it. I am just going to answer your question. No, nothing interesting happened (pauses) I mean, I wouldn’t call the proceedings ‘interesting’ (frowns) It’s just that, I kinda lost control of my emotions and said a lot of things I shouldn’t have said, at least not on my first meeting with them.

Ali: What did you say?

Ahmad: Just something about mom and dad and their death…and… (plays with the phone in his hands) then some more things about blaming God for beings harsh to me. Not that they didn’t understand, they were really understanding…but..but.. Sara, she seemed kinda uncomfortable. Probably just cautious of what her dad might say… and I understand that… I don’t know Ali.

Ali: Ahmad, dude, so you said those things. What difference does that make? You weren’t lying. Things were harsh for you and you have gone through a lot. Why are you worried about it?

Ahmad: Umm... I don’t know. Ali, I am not uncertain about them, I am uncertain about myself. I don't know what to believe in, what to laugh at, what to call my own. It's just this conflict that has been consuming me these days. I have no idea what…(takes a deep breadth) Sara, she is the most wonderful thing… I don’t (shuts his eyes) I don’t want to lose her in my struggle to find something to believe in or whatever I am doing these days. 

Ali: Ahmad, there is no struggle. You are just caught in a conflict within yourself. It’s a temporary thing. We belong to one religion Ahmad. We believe in one God. What questions do you have about that? Where are you getting all of this from?

Ahmad: Well, a month back there was this speaker at the university. He was an Afghani too. So I went to his session, I wanted to see what he had to say. It was supposed to be a discussion about 'Radicalism and the world to come'. It started off all political but he ended up talking about families in Afghanistan and how everyday hundreds of families lose their children to the war. And for some reason, his words have not left me alone ever since. I keep thinking about it over and over.  I never gave it a thought before this but now that I do think about it, I wonder, why are things like that? Why can't it just friggin' stop? We belong to one religion but would it matter if we didn't belong to any religion at all? It all seems connected. All I want to know is, why is it like that?

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Ali: Because it just is, Ahmad. We can't do anything about it. We just gotta be thankful to God that we are here, safe from all the brutality.

Ahmad: Thankful? For ourselves? Don't you think that's a little selfish? You, Sara.. you're all the same! Thankful to God for ourselves. What about those who are dying every single day Ali? What about my mom and my dad? And my family? My home? Does that leave any proof that an all-powerful being exists? 

Ali: Ahmad, Ahmad! You've got it all wrong. You can't deny the supreme existence.

Ahmad: I don't know why I shouldn't..

Ali: (sighs)You know, it's just a temporary thing, this conflict. You're gonna get over it. Till then, let's just not talk about it anymore.

Ahmad: Yeah okay.. You are right. I guess it’s just temporary.

Ali: (pats Ahmad’s shoulder) It’ll be fine. Trust me; you don’t have to worry about everything. Some things just fall into places on their own.

Ahmad: I don't see that happening but whatever.

Silence takes over. Ahmad pulls out his iPod and focuses his attention on the world outside rushing past him.

They left in silence

They left in silence

Without a word

Without a sound

And for years after

In my dreams

They appeared as clouds,

Rising from the ground

Making their way to the sky

And for years,

People wondered

Why I talked to the sky.

Talash: A search for God

Act 1

Scene 3


It’s Sunday night, and Ahmad is having dinner at Sara’s. He is dressed up unlike his normal self. Everybody is seated at the dining table having a classic style three-course dinner. There are occasional bursts of laughter following those punch lines that Ahmad cracks, usually forced and pretentious, to fill the awkward silences. Sara’s parent Mr. and Ms. Ahmadinejad are trying their best to make Ahmad feel at home and Ahmad is beginning to ease up.


Mr. Ahmadinejad: So Ahmad, I heard that you are completing your marketing degree from The University of Calgary soon, what are you planning next?


Ahmad: (straightening up, fixing his tie) Yes, sir, I will be done with my Marketing degree by this June. I am searching for a job these days, some firm that offers a decent wage and is challenging to work for.


Mr. Ahmadinejad: (taking a bite of his Kateh*): Hmmmm… Interesting! So is there a motive behind your choice of Marketing as a Major degree?


Ahmad: Oh yes, I have always been interested in Media and business. And I believe Marketing is a perfect blend of both. Then I have come to realize that the Western world is literally being led by media and I believe, it’s gradually taking over the East as well.


Mr. Ahmadinejad: That is a very accurate observation.  In fact in the recent years, it has been wild. E-mails, and Google and that website..Umm.. Faxbook?


Sara: (smiling) Facebook, dad, Facebook.


Mr. Ahmadinejad: Yeah.. That! I mean what happened to the good old style....


Ms Ahmadinejad: Okay, now don’t get started Hedayat, I think all of us have had enough of the praise-for-the-old-times speech. Give this boy some air to breath rather than forcing your perspectives on to him. You’ll have a lot of time to discuss about the good old days in Iran after dinner. Let’s keep it light hearted here, if you don’t mind.

Mr. Ahmadinejad: As you say, my lady. So Ahmad, have you ever had Iranian food before?

Ahmad: Umm.. Not really, like I have been to some local Iranian restaurants with Sa..

Sara: Ahem.. (coughs and glares at Ahmad)

Ahmad: (looks towards Sara and gives an understanding look) with Saleem, he is my friend from the university.  But usually I prefer fast food or some good old fashioned home-made Afghani food. Huhh.. Nothing like that I must say.

Ms. Ahmadinejad: Home-made Afghani food ‘eh? Hmm... So I assume that you know how to cook. That is an extra-ordinary quality for a man your age.

 Sara: You wish mom! Ahmed can’t even boil an egg. I mean seriously.. All you have to do is put the egg in the water! How hard is that?

Ahmad: You know what Sara? Thanks for being so inconsiderate! Thanks really. I am sure you are not aware how disastrous boiling an egg can be. I mean I was trying to do that once and I dropped the egg in the hot water and the water splashed... Man I could have gotten burnt. Thanks to my reflexes I immediately took a step back.

Ms. Ahmadinejad: Oh well, I don’t blame you, pesar*. Men from the East, they think that cooking is a sin. It’s a woman’s thing, they say.

Ahmad: Not really, I live alone in an apartment and most of the times I have to cook food for myself. Although I can’t replace a woman’s craft with my messed up cooking but it keeps me alive. Noodles and microwave food, that's what I eat!

Ms. Ahmadinejad: Oh poor boy. All you have to do is call me if you are craving for a good home-made meal or just come over for dinner. We would love it.

Ahmad: I eat a lot already. I don't need more spoiling (smiles) Every second day I am at my parent’s place having good old Afghani food and kahwa.

Mr. Ahmadinejad: You have family here Ahmad? You never mentioned.

Sara: Dad, didn’t I tell you already about the family where Ahmad wa..

Ahmad: Oh, it’s okay Sara. I’ll explain. (he looks at her and smiles then turns to Mr. Ahmadinejad) I have a wonderful family here. The most loving mom, dad and a brother. 


Mr. Ahmadinejad: MashAllah. Nice to know! So when did you guys move from Afghanistan? Was it during the war?


Ahmad: My family is not from Afghanistan. Only I am.


Mr.Ahmadinejad: (confused) I am sorry, I didn't understand what you are trying to say.


Ahmad: I was born in Afghanistan. My actual mom and dad were born there too.  My dad died when I was four-year old. He was a part of the Mujahedeen*  fighting against the Soviets during the nine-year long Soviet Afghanistan conflict. To tell you the truth, I don’t even know where his body’s buried; I don’t even know how he died. (takes a sip of his water to swallow the lump in his throat) but I guess…I guess, I am kinda glad for that. I don’t think I would have been able to live had I seen his injured body with my own eyes or heard about his sufferings 'cos of the war.

Ms. Ahmadinejad:  I am very sorry to hear about that Ahmad. I am sure God would not overlook your father’s sacrifice for his nation. I am sure, your father was on the right path to heaven.

Sara stirs in her chair.

Ahmad: (taking another sip of water from his cup) Although sometimes, I wonder if that is what God wanted, to take my dad away from me.


Mr and Ms. Ahmadinejad exchange puzzled looks

Sara: Ahmad I am sure that is not so. Why would God want to harm you? Look, no one has control over such things. We can’t control death.

Ahmad: Yes, I understand. As I was saying those were bad times, no one was safe... Not that anyone is safe now… (pauses) I was young back then… way too young to hold on to memories but I have vague vague memories of my mom wailing and hitting herself with extreme intensity…(he is staring at something distant) I guess, a part of her died that day, that day when the Mujahedeen* came to our door to deliver the very last of my dad’s belongings from the war,his Kalashnikov, his watch, his vest... and since that day (his voice now turning teary) the remaining fragment of my mom's soul rotted away till she finally died.


Mr. Ahmadinejad's lips part as if to give voice to his thoughts but he quickly seals them again.


Ms. Ahmadinejad: (gets up from her chair and walks to Ahmad sitting across the table) Ahmad jan*… My pesar… (takes a seat beside Ahmad and gently squeezes his shoulder) Do you think your mom would have liked seeing you cry like that? Would that let her soul rest in peace? Knowing that her child is crying for her? Ahmad, she has moved on, to the other world and I am sure watching you cry would hurt her. You have a new family, people who love you. Don't shed a single tear pesar.

Sara: Ahmad… (She looks towards him tentatively)

Ahmad: I am fine… It’s just that sometimes I lose myself.

Mr. Ahmadinejad: Be strong lad! Be strong, God puts us through pain so that we can feel the essence of joy when He sends it towards us. Be strong.

Ahmad: Yeahhh… I am sorry… I seriously didn’t mean to be carried away like that.

Ms. Ahmadinejad: Oh don’t you dare apologize. Now... wipe those tears and tell me, how was the dinner? Better than the Iranian restaurants that you go to ‘eh?

Ahmad: (smiling) I must say, it certainly was.

Sara: I cooked half of it (grins)

Mr. Ahmadinejad: Really Sara? Then why is it that I didn’t see you in the kitchen even once?
Sara: Oh… I did help. You know, the mint over your Kateh? It didn’t get there on it’s own.

Ahmad: I don’t think putting mint over the Kateh should be called half of the cooking (smiles wryly)

Sara: (Narrows her eyes) You know, I don’t complain but it would be nice to be supported and appreciated once in a blue moon. 

Mr. Ahmadinejad chuckles.

Ms. Ahmadinejad: Oh dear, I almost forgot. Who is ready for the desert? (turns to Sara) Can you help me clean up azizam*?  


Sara: Yes, of course.. Oh my God! We have Baqlawas for dessert. I love Baqlawas!


Ahmad: (wiping his hands with the napkin) Me too..

Sara and Ms. Ahmadinejad walk out of the room. Ahmad and Mr.Ahmadinejad move to the living room to listen to music, the rubab and the flute, and discuss their views on modern day world; something men of the East have always enjoyed.

Kateh: A type of Caspian rice eaten in Iran that has a dense flavour due to addition of butter or oil.

Pesar: Persian for boy.

Mujahedeen: Muslim soldiers who fought the Soviet war in Afghanistan.

Jan and Azizam: Dear

Baqlawa: Is a rich, sweet pastry made of layers of filo pastry filled with chopped nuts and sweetened with syrup or honey.

The Mujahedeen of Afghanistan

Photo Credits: Steve McCurry

Talash*: A search for God

Act   1

Scene 1



Sara and Ahmad are enjoying a classic style picnic near the lake. Ahmad is leaned back on his elbows, feeling the wet grass with his fingers. Sara is playing with her loose curls hanging on her shoulders, taking sips from her fruit drink. Both of them have been silent for a while now, pensive and lost within themselves. Finally Sara breaks the silence between them, by uttering words that Ahmad has always tried to curb away from.


Sara: (looking towards the sky) I don’t understand; how can one not believe?


Ahmad: Believe in what? (Perplexed)


Sara: Believe in a higher power; believe in the existence of a being within our souls; within our hearts.


Ahmad: Well… what I don’t understand is how can one believe; in existence of a being within them?


Sara: Ahmad (astonished) one doesn’t have to make himself believe. The belief comes from within, it has its roots in the silent pleads that we utter through the sound of our hearts: the sound that no one can hear or interpret. It grows in the piercing solitude where we complain and cry to the voice within us. How can you not believe Ahmad? That there is a power invested in each of us that grows out of us blanketing the universe.


Ahmad:  (sitting up) I don’t believe because, there isn’t such a thing Sara. There isn’t. You believe that there is a higher power within us, right? A higher power that makes everything right?


Sara: Yes, Ahmad yes! There is a higher power; I can feel it within myself. I can feel it in the patterns of life around me…..


Ahmad: What patterns of life are you talking about, exactly? Do you feel the higher power rising when someone dies? Do you? And if there is a damned higher power, why can’t it stop death?  


Sara: Ahmad because, death is inevitable!


 Ahmad: Then, what is the higher power for? Huh? I didn’t feel a higher power within me when my mom got killed right in front of my eyes. I didn’t feel the higher power within me when I suffered in the refugee camps to save myself from the war. I was alone then, why didn’t the higher power grow over me, Sara? I know why… Because, it doesn’t friggin’ exist Sara! It doesn’t exist. It’s just the reality unfurling every passing second. It’s reality playing in front of our eyes. Like a fucking movie, no one can change anything. All we can do is watch!


Sara: You know what Ahmad?  You are just human after all! You are just human and I don’t blame you for that. The higher power is not working magic tricks in this world! It’s not. You saw your mom loose her life and you blamed the war! Okay, so what if your mom would have lived? Do you think your mom had the strength to bear the sufferings of the refugee camps with you? Do you think you could have mustered enough strength to watch your mom wail for food and water? Do you think you had the power to save her from the inevitable suff...


Ahmad: (turning red with anger and frustration) that is enough… I don’t want to talk about it! Sara, you, you know nothing! You believe in higher powers because you have seen nothing in life. What do you know about suffering? How much have you suffered while you lived your life in your beautiful town house with your parents?


Sara: Ahmad, you think I never suffered? You think I never suffered? (Tears starting to rise up in her eyes)


Ahmad: (moving a little closer) I really didn’t mean that Sara. I really didn’t. I know each one of us have had our share of the sufferings, it’s just that you mentioned my mom and I lost control of my emotions. I am sorry. Let’s just not talk about this okay. Higher-power or nothing at all, why does it have to ruin anything between us?


 Sara: (rubbing her eyes) Ahmed, I understand that you miss your mom immensely and I know it must be really difficult for you to live a life without the people you love so much but have you ever tried giving your mom’s death a second thought? Have you ever tried considering the thought that maybe, confronted with the war, death was the most peaceful way for your mom to continue with her journey?


Ahmad: I don’t know Sara, I really don’t know. All I know is, she died and she left me alone. I can blame the war and I can blame the fucking faceless killers but in the end, nothing matters because I lost her!


Sara: You're not getting the point here Ahmad. When are you going to accept it Ahmed that she was meant to die? That, it was supposed to be this way because the higher power within you, was aware you what you wanted in life and it wanted you to lead you there. Ahmed, it really isn’t as complicated as you make it.


Ahmad: (looking the other way) Sara... Again with the higher-power.  You know, if it makes you happy, then alright. I will say it! Yes, the higher power exists. Can we please stop talking about this now? Please...


Sara: (sighing, she shuts her eyes for a few long seconds) Sure, so how is the job search coming along? Did Mr. Harding write a recommendation letter for you yet?

Scene 2

Ahmad is lying on the floor in his one room apartment. Another unsuccessful day comes to an end for him. He is thinking about getting a job. He knows he needs a job, direly, to pay for his education. There is a knock on his door. Ahmad walks up to the door and opens it slightly to peek outside.

Ahmad: Ali, what are you doing here at this hour of the night?

Ali: Oh well, long story man! May I come in?

Ahmad: Oh yes, for sure. Come on in! (Opens the door to let him in) Where have you been Ali? It’s been ages since I have seen your face. No phone calls, no Facebook statuses! I asked mom and dad and they told me you were out of town for some business.

Ali: Yeah… I have been so busy lately Ahmad, been travelling around the country. Well, that’s my job now. And I am sure that mom and dad are glad they finally don’t have to deal with me often anymore. (laughs)

Ahmad: I would know but it’s been ages since I’ve visited them. I am sure they must be upset with me. (pauses) Anyway, that sounds like some cool job! What is it exactly?

Ali: Remember I told you about getting hired as a Travel Journalist by a local Canadian Magazine? See, Canada is a big country and the magazine people needed someone to go around it and write about it. With my Major degree in Journalism and Minor in Tourism Studies it seemed as if the job was made for me. (pauses) They had other candidates as well, but God has been kind to me. I never knew something this big can actually come my way.

Ahmad:  Oh yeah, I remember you told me something about it. But then I got busy with my exams and you suddenly disappeared. Next thing I know, you are out of town! (Looks at Ali and smiles) Okay, so let me get this straight, you are partying around the country, writing about it and getting paid big bucks for that! You fortunate little bastard!

Ali: Lucky little bastard I am! And by the way, you would know about me if you check your emails more often. You never replied to a single one!

Ahmad: Yeah, I don't use that email adress anymore. But anyway, now I know. 'Check emails' a heads-up for the next time you disappear. (laughs)

Ali: So what are you up to these days? (looks around) I see that you are not planning to move from this place anytime in the near future.

Ahmad: I don’t have the money to do so Ali and you know that. My crappy little job is just enough to pay for my rent and food. I work at Subway, 5 days a week juggling school and homework with it. How much do you think I make?

Ali: Have you tried searching for a new job though? Something that is more relative to the program you're completing at university? Like a starting position in a marketing firm or some advertising company? You are about to get done with your degree, you must have something planned.

Ahmad: (Sighs) Well, yes I have plans. It's just that, none of them is working! I keep trying though. Every single day whatever time I have to spare I am busting my ass off either around the university getting my recommendations or in Downtown. It’s insane but I am trying my best.

Ali: I understand, I just want you to do well! You know that right?

Ahmad: I know, I know. Trust me, I want to do well too. I am sick of asking mom and dad for money all the time.  

Ali: Well, I am sure they are not sick of giving you money, though. You shouldn't worry aboout it. Who else do you think have they been saving up for? (smiles reassuringly)

Ahmad: It was fine when we were kids. I am all grown up now. I should be supporting myself!

Ali: Don't over think stuff, Ahmad. You still have time, it's not like you are fifty! Anyway, forget all this, it’s been ages since we have talked so let's talk about something else!

Ahmad: Wait. Are you crashing here for tonight?

Ali: Why else do you think would I knock on your door at this hour of the night when I have an apartment in the same city!

Ahmad: You should have called me then, I would have cleaned up a bit. The place is a mess!

Ali: I did call you. You never bothered to answer your stupid phone.

Ahmad: Ohh yeaahhh I forgot, I left my phone at Sara’s the last time I visited. We never got a chance to meet her after th...

Ali: Sara? Who is that? I didn’t know my boy is dating someone already. I thought you never wanted to get ‘in that mess ever again' as I recall. I guess things have changed. (grins)

Ahmad: (shakes his head) Oh come on; see... that is why I never told you about it. It’s not a mess Ali. It’s simple and real. No complications, no drama, no expectations. One moment at a time, that's what we live by. I am going to her place this Sunday, her parents invited me for dinner.

Ali:  Dinner with parents? Oh that is real, I must say. Have you told mom and dad about her yet? (grins)

Ahmad: Well, yeah they know about her. I just formally informed them a month back. The last time I visited them.

Ali: Oh God. Our little boy Ahmad has found a girl! He has found a girl! (laughs out loud)

Ahmad: At least I am not 28-year-old single making trips to the Prairies alone!

Ali: Come on, am I not even allowed joking around with my little brother? Is it a crime now? (he reaches out and ruffles Ahmad’s hair)

Ahmad: Ali, dude... You drive me nuts! (Smiling as he fixes his hair)

(Talash is an Urdu word which means  a quest to search something or someone)