Qismat....

She-- "We are going to your home right ?" 

He--"yes we are, and this is my home, this is a place where I learn to live, in short, this place gave me a life which I deserve.

She--"In this mazid?  and how to come?"

He-- "well it's a long story, I hope you will not get bored". 

She--"go on love"

             Basically, I am from a middle-class, orthodox family My dad was a govt officer and my mom is a housewife. They use to fulfill my all basic needs. they use to give me what I wanted in my life and had my own freedom to live until they didn't explore my talent. My dad wanted me to become a govt officer but I was not interested in becoming a govt officer I accept govt jobs that give you a luxurious life that will fulfill all the basic needs but can't give mental peace can't give satisfaction. 

So I decided to move from my home as my parents didn't accept my music and showed me the door and I accepted it and came to this mazid peaceful place. Starting It was too difficult for me but after I started enjoying it because there were 2 people with me One was my guitar and another god! they accompanied me. I use to write Qawalli and compose music in this mazid. day and night used to pass in such a way.

  But one day, the big music director came in mazid, and fortunately, I was composing he just looked at me and asked to the caretaker about me and the caretaker looked at me and said "Ghar se nikala hai iska kya hi Hoga koi".

     And the next day, I was called by the music director who gave me a chance to compose and gave me a small room in the studio I said bye to mazid and went there and used to work there day and night, and now I am in front of you! I don't know if my family will accept it or not but this is my home! let's go let's say thanks to my family.

She---" lucky to have you..."

                                                              ---Alfaaz

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