The Cause!

So you think, this is your final answer?" The Host asked the contestant, who is under a pressurizing situation. "Yes! This is my final answer". Off course, anyone sitting on that hot seat, answering to a question that might end up bringing a positive vicissitude, an amazing change in his life, will be feeling the same pressure like him. It was the question for a million rupees. The famous reality show of all time was on air and young Waseem could hear the bits of the voices of the show with all the thrilling music.

Waseem, a small servant in the mansion of Ali Khan Durrani, who has undoubtedly the most beautiful mansions of the city. After all, Mr. Durrani was one of the most powerful businessmen of the country. He has a small family, comprised of a young girl Tanya, 18 and a young boy Zohaib, 16 and then his beloved and beautiful wife Zulekha Durrani. As it was a Saturday night, so everyone was home, sitting in the TV lounge, enjoying the thrills of this reality show.

"And you got the answer right, CONGRATULATIONS!!! YOU HAVE MADE HISTORY!!!” The host of the show exclaimed with joy and so does everyone in the family too. "You won a Million rupees!!!".

"YAYYYY", the kids exclaimed with joy too. "Baba, what would they do with this much amount of money?? If I can have it, I'll buy one new laptop and one latest sports car for my own self", Zohaib expresses his obsessions with cars and technology to Mr. Durrani. Even though he cannot drive because of his age, but he has his own driver who takes him anywhere he wanted to go, with the guards. "Yes son, you can still have it". Mr. Durrani picked up his cell and dialed a number. "Salman, I want a brand new laptop for my son and book the latest sport car. And I should be having both of these by tomorrow!" He then puts the phone down, and looked at Zohaib, who was dancing with happiness. "Baba, I wanted to go to the concert of this Western Pop singer, in Dubai next month, can you kindly arrange tickets for me and my two friends", Tanya tried to gets even with Zohaib. Mr. Durrani redialed and arranged some VIP tickets for her and friends, which costs almost the monthly salary of an average person of the country. During this whole conversation, Mrs. Durrani just kept smiling, and enjoying the conversation along with feeling her gorgeous gold bangles, that her husband bought for her recently. Whereas on the other side, a lot of frustration and depression was going through the mind of Waseem. He was sitting right outside the TV lounge where he could easily hear them talking. "If my parents would be this much rich and well off like Durrani family, I would have all what I ever wished and dreamt for", Waseem then started to picture himself in place of Zohaib, having all kinds of luxuries and perks he couldn’t possibly afford in the centuries. Just in those moments, it seemed that he was having the time of his life. "Waseem, get the dinner on the table in the lawn, we will have it there", harsh voice of Mrs. Durrani brought him back to the bitter reality of life. "Yes, dinner will be there in the next 5 minutes bibi ji". Durrani family went back to their rooms to get freshen up for dinner, and in the mean time Waseem quickly warmed the dinner up, and placed it beautifully on the table.
While the family was enjoying the delicious feast, Waseem was also busy having the left over from lunch. He was hungry real hungry, but not for food. This hunger was of negative nature, that is been born because of the circumstances in which he was dwelling in. A poor lad, living in a mansion, among individuals who are not only filthy rich but also spends money like anything. This whole situation creates a fire that keeps getting enormous every time he looks at the big cars, the gorgeous cutlery that has cost Mr. Durrani a whole fortune, the furniture, the gold, the divine gorgeously designed dresses and every other thing that has the glimpse of beauty in it.

After having dinner, everyone makes their way to bed. Zohaib was way too excited for the next morning, as he was going to get the car of his dreams and so does Tanya. Whereas, Waseem stays awake in his bed. He can feel the lust for the money getting more with every day passing by.

The next morning he received a call about his mother that she's in critical state and as the only son, he has to be there. She asked Mrs. Durrani, "Bibi ji, my mother is not well at all, can I go and see her? I will be back in a week's time?".”Well", Mrs. Durrani replied, "You can’t go today, as we got a dinner party arranged for tonight. You can go tomorrow but only for two days". 'So the dinner is more important than my mother's health?’ Waseem nodded his head and gulped his tears of anger and helplessness.

During the day he was busy doing the chores for evening's gathering but his mind kept thinking on one pattern only. That why can’t me and my family has all these perks and facilities? Why can’t we enjoy the life decently, like Durrani family does?"
It was one of the expensive nights in Durrani house. Expensive wine, delicious food and extreme demonstration of wealth was there. The wealth that kept people like Waseem thinking about one thing only. "How can I have all this instantly?" After the night came to an end, and everybody made their way to bed, Waseem stayed up. While lying in bed, he kept thinking and thinking. Jumbled and mixed feelings of rage, frustration and depression got so tense that his mind stopped working. He immediately got out of bed and walked towards the kitchen as if he was under some kind of spells. He took the dagger out and slowly moved to the master bedroom of the mansion, where Mr. and Mrs. Durrani were fast asleep. In the dim lights of the corridor, it seemed that a dark shadow is moving with negative intensions. He got in their room, and very quietly and carefully got to the cupboard, where Mrs. Durrani kept all kind of valuables and jewelries. He opened it without making any noise and got to the bottom drawer. He took out all the jewelry and all other valuables and put them in his bag. "I surely will be able to make some good hundred thousand by selling all this", he thought. "Then my sisters can get married, my mother will get the best medication and I will get a small car". He got so lost in his own thoughts that while walking back, suddenly his feet got stuck in the floor cushion and he fell making loud noise. "Who’s there??” Mr. and Mrs. Durrani woke up and were shocked to see Waseem in their room. Before they could have asked, Waseem threw the dagger at Mr. Durrani which got right in his chest and he came down on the floor making it all red with his blood. Waseem got so nervous that he couldn’t know what to do, so he ran out of the room and to the main door. But it was too late, as Mrs. Durrani already called the police and the security guards.

The next morning, very usual news was in the paper. "A young dishonest servant was sentenced to death, for stealing of valuables and killing the most successful and honest businessman of the country. Police claimed that the criminal must have some relations with terrorists and are trying to find the evidence and connections between them".

But nobody would try to find out as to what exactly caused a normal human like Waseem, to take such a drastic measure that costs him his life. Not only this but a wife lost her husband, children lost their father and four sisters and mother lost their only supporter. The only reason was the unequal distribution of wealth and lack of education. People like Waseem, are around us, they are everywhere. These are the sorts that have been forced to take the negative way. And what the law and order tend to be doing about it??They just kill the culprit and not the cause!! It will not make any difference if we keep cutting the tree from the main stem. If we have to finish this off, we have to make sure that the tree of evil has to be cut right from the roots. So that no other Waseem will ever become the victim of the circumstances.