The decade turned towards horizons once undiscovered, the broken glass in the corridor of centuries, remained the only witness to the funeral of the other world. An orange moon mothered the land for an extended period of four months and twelve days. Additionally, in recently past time frames, the Karachi metropolitan corporation also took the decision of installing amber colored street lamps. This improvisation eventually became a catalyst for the eternal communion. The presence of Jahilia was indicated, and gradually embraced by involved individuals.

Jahilia is as abstract as the wind itself. It is the light that one could always see, absorb, relate to, but never could become. Ignorance, self-indulgence, absence, could be past definitions given to this terminology.

Jahilia is the forest where one may hide from one’s self. It is the unsuccessful communication to voices within. If ever the entrance to the blackened void of promises once made, required a password? Let Jahilia be known.