My Story

I think therefore I am Sharqui— a being shaped by the ethereal allure of fine arts from the dawn of my consciousness. Born into a tapestry where discourse on literature, visual arts, poetic musings, and cinematic wonders embroidered the fabric of daily life, I found my essence intertwined with the essence of art itself.

As the inheritor of the legacy of a luminary of Pakistani cinema, the late Mr. Hafeez Ahmed, I harbored an insatiable thirst to traverse the vast expanse of artistic expression. Embarking upon my journey as a wordsmith, I ventured into the labyrinthine corridors of Pakistan’s eminent media bastion, the illustrious “Jang Publications.” Within its hallowed halls, I treaded through various domains—from the trenches of reporting to the editorial sanctum of magazines—each step a testament to my relentless pursuit of artistic enlightenment.

Amidst the hustle of journalistic endeavors, I heeded the silent call of the canvas and the malleable embrace of clay, seeking to immortalize the intricacies of the human condition in strokes of paint and sculpted forms. Yet, the ardor for refinement propelled me towards formal education, beckoning me to the venerable Punjab Arts Council to unravel the secrets of painting and sculpture.

Enraptured by the kaleidoscope of human experiences unveiled before my eyes, I embarked on a pilgrimage of knowledge, seeking solace in the hallowed halls of the National College of Arts, Pakistan. Here, amidst the ebb and flow of creative energies, I delved into the realm of filmmaking, seeking to transmute the symphony of life into celluloid poetry.

In pursuit of boundless horizons and the eternal quest for mastery, I embarked upon a sacred pilgrimage to the revered halls of the University of Bedfordshire—a sanctuary revered for its exalted status among institutions of higher learning. Here, amidst the blessed corridors where echoes of enlightenment resound, I surrendered my spirit to the tutelage of luminaries in the realm of filmmaking. Guided by the celestial wisdom imparted
by world-renowned mentors, I sought to refine the raw essence of my craft, weaving strands of creativity into a tapestry of cinematic brilliance.

Yet, the siren call of uncharted vistas lured me to distant shores, where the ancient stones of Glasgow whispered tales of service and altruism. In the crucible of Scotland’s embrace, I forged bonds of camaraderie, birthing a multilingual Newspaper for the Asian diaspora and erecting the Pakistan Press Club—a bastion of journalistic unity amidst the tempest of cultural diversity.

But destiny, like a wistful lover, beckoned me back to the embrace of my homeland, where the melody of my heart found its crescendo in the union with the lady of my dreams. Guided by the beacon of service, I pledged my allegiance to the Punjab Board of Investment and Trade, endeavoring to unveil the latent tapestry of potential woven within the fabric of Pakistan’s soil.

Amidst the cacophony of progress and the cadence of bureaucracy, my spirit finds solace in the lyrical dance of poetry, the ethereal realms of spirituality, and the poignant tapestry of the human condition—a testament to the eternal symphony of existence.

Amongst other things I have a love of poetry, spirituality and the human condition;

In the words of Maulna Rumi;

عقل آمد دین و دنیا شد خراب

عشق آمد در دو عالم کامیاب

زندگی آمد برائے بندگی

“Rationality ruins both this world and the hereafter

Love comes and makes both worlds a success

Life’s purpose is devotion”