Little things in life

Too many problems in this world right? too many problems in our lives too, no ones really satisfied, we still have something in us complaining about things that aint perfect or making us want things even more which we always wanted, our goals whatever it may be, our dreams, our worries, complains , too much (my fav word!)

when am alone, my loneliness prompts me to think about all those things that I fail to admire throughout the day, all those wonderful things, that I always observed, liked, loved, pretty beautiful things!

so here are a few stuff/things/feelings/emotions/moments that i love which makes me realize the beauty of life

you know when its all dark in a room and u have just a few rays of sunlight trying to peek through ur curtains/door/window/chimney/whatever, you can actually see the dust particles moving haphazardly something like we studied in physics Brownian motion but not actually that, its something more interesting and beautiful cause those dust particles seem like specks of gold falling from somewhere dancing in the air looking so calm and peaceful.

the smell of the damp mud when it rains takes me all the way back to the streets of Lahore, where I can then visualize samosas and jalebis ( sweet) being fried at one corner and their aroma making me crave for them at that very moment.

when its all quiet in the room , I can hear every single tick of the clock and start counting the seconds with it until I get bored or lost count and actually check the time myslef.

I actually/weirdly lol like to stare at the darkness when I close my eyes

our power of imagination! we can actually imagine anything, anytime, anywhere, things which are practically impossible or unrealistic, the best thing is that our imagination has no boundaries or limits, its just depends solely on us, how we wanna use our this power, how creative can we be,
cause as one of my friend said, 'we have God and the power of imagination!’

the smile on a face of a poor child is priceless, it makes u feel that no problem is a big problem, if he can smile then why not me?

its awesome when the whole family is gathered in the lounge watching Pakistan play cricket, all of us praying really hard, as if paki’s win is the most important thing in our lives , the room is full of unity, faith, patriotism (sounds like Quaid's words) and the feeling of togetherness.

a baby’s laughter <3
this is so abso-freaking-lutely adorable



I love how my mom oils my hair with all that extra massage which makes me feel nice and lazy or when she pats on my head continuously with my head on her lap moving my bangs here n there , a precious moment as those hands have some kinda magic in them which could make me forget all my worries and bring an unusual kind of peace and satisfaction to my heart even on my worst days.

I deeply adore it when dad kisses on my forehead , it gives me so much of strength, brings back all my energy and keeps my head high to face all the troubles in life.

how every night me and my sister can talk for hours about our lives and never get bored, how she understands my silence and how I get to know what shes thinking from her eyes, sister love <3

the hug from two of my best friends, one’s hug is skinny (I can feel her bones!), sincerely loyal lol, full of love, making me feel I have got someone truly beautiful in my life
and the other one’s hug is fun, jolly, bringing a sense of euphoria to me, making me feel that I have her to solve all my problems in life, I rely on her


and its funny how much stamina I have and how much energy I can waste fighting with my little brother, my baby (well act not he's as tall as me lol) on a piece of chocolate for literally hours, sometimes me hiding it or some times he doing nasty things like licking it so that I don’t eat lol but at the end we both share it though I still try to get the larger piece :P

cause well someone cool truly said, ‘ we cannot buy happiness, but we can buy chocolate (act ice cream lol) which is pretty much the same thing’.

a small note for everyone,
smile and enjoy the small moments of your life :)

We fight their battles, then they deceive us..

I now seem to avoid the whole concept of humanity and ignore a conversation based on world issues, it upsets me, I feel broken, hurt and feel that the world is filled with melancholy, yes that’s me, the negative me lol.


Dude, I mean I cant see people being beaten up or like starving to death or merely dying from a minor curable disease, forget about donations, awareness, fb statuses or tweets persuading people to help, the first and the foremost thing, that feeling, that urge, that commitment to help people, that jazba (passion), being humane, feeling the pain of a child who once lived in his house , atleast had roti (bread) and dal (lentils) and could go to school and dreamt of becoming a teacher or a doctor, now doesn’t have a place to cover his head with one kurta n pajama, haven’t eaten anything since few days , only surviving on dirty water which is available in plenty giving him a stomach ache which is unbearable, the symptoms of cholera and well school? that is out of question for at least an year or two cause his government is the undoubtedly the best!


This is the reason why his family voted for those ministers, so that they come to a point where survival seems a very unlikely option, where these ministers spend the foreign aid on their luxurious lives, buying gigantic houses in Dubai and UK and travelling in the most magnificent cars one could ever imagine, not to mention *bullet proof* lol and their children studying in Oxford and Harvard and they dining at the most expensive restaurants and their wives with Gucci and Louis Vuitton and omg those versaces and authentic designer prada glasses, totally in!


See the difference? a huge difference between that boy stuck in the floods struggling to bear the pain which is newly developed disease is bringing praying to God with a hope that everything would be normal again and these people, these ‘hideous’ people, so shameful that they now r not even slightly ashamed or embarrassed of stealing from someone’s plate, a poor, destitute child, stealing his survival, I cant imagine that such people can exist, but sadly and unfortunately they do! such heartless, brutal, insensitive, inhuman, barbaric people, they r not even worth of being called humans.


Do u know what had happened to all the tents and goods u sent for 2005 earthquake victims if u sent it through some government organization? they would have been lying in some general’s garden with their kinds playing hide n seeks in it, wow, and that is true!


People have lost trust on the government, this time very few people living abroad have sent donations for flood relief, n I don’t blame them for that, who would want those donations to be used in such a corrupt way instead of reaching to our innocent brothers and sisters.


People now prefer to either go help out themselves or donate through a trustable non governmental foundation such as Edhi or Imran Khan foundation (yes I trust imran khan and hats off to him for not being like those other elected people sitting their enjoying life to the fullest) , Unicef and ofcourse red cross and red crescent.


And I truly love the way how we can just donate via a text msg/sms, indeed there are people who bring that passion in me to do something and youngsters donating, volunteering, raising funds, I have the hope in our youth, and they are the answer to all those monstrous people sitting in our awesome president house discussing about how should we now please our dear beloved America,

uhh God bless such people!

my fairy tale: dated till i find my prince

when I first met you I never knew you would be so important to me, you were magic, there was something so strong , it was like wind, I couldn’t see it but could feel it, it was like a fairy tale, beautiful…

alarm rings, snooze, rings again after 5 mins, uhh not again, it was just a dream, blahh

everyone dreams of a perfect life, something they like always wished for , and there are these girls who dream that there will this prince charming so handsome, totally magical and their dream will come true something like taylor swift’s ‘today was a fairy tale’

but today it isn’t the same, such girls are sadly regarded silly, foolish and called ‘typical girls’ and who spent their lives waiting for the ‘Mr Right’, well this is their fault cause they are being unrealistic , this worlds more about practical things then just feelings and for more info refer to Gerald butlers, ‘the ugly truth’ lol , and well at the same time it isn’t their fault too cause well they have grown up watching Cinderella and sleeping beauty and all these Disney fairy tales which affect a child’s brain and make them believe these things exist.

I think right now this is a period of confusion, everything is being confused with true love whether its liking, lust or mere infatuation
what is true love? wow it seems an easy question

well according to the holy bible,

‘Love is best seen as devotion and action, not an emotion. Love is not exclusively based on how we feel. Certainly our emotions are involved, but they cannot be our only criteria for love. True devotion will always lead to action—true love.’

and this is my favorite one :
Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful".
-A walk to remember

but I dono It still doesn’t really sound very realistic to me cause I have not seen something like this happening nowadays
maybe in movies, books and u know we actually like that cause it makes us see something which we don’t get to see in reality that’s why titanic was a super hit, there are a few different cases too and when we get to hear about them or see them we go like aww,how cute <3

but nowadays no one is so crazy like shah jehan, the mughal emperor that he would make a monument like taj mahal in the memory of his beloved wife or be like noah of the notebook and wait for years for his true love

now love is more about relationships and precisely physical attraction between opposite sex, the involvement of practical thinking and materialism in love is one of the main reasons for unsuccessful relationships and marriages,
and every other feeling is misunderstood as love, oh he’s nice, I love him, oh she’s hot, I love her, oh we think alike, I love him blah blah

But we girls still like to dream on and fantasize for that perfect one with whom we can connect emotionally and go like aww, he’s just perfect *tears* lol
so to all my ladies, dream on maybe that someone special, is there at your door, the bell rings, that hollow feeling in stomach, you open the door

mom: who is this
you: uhh eww the laundry man!

Mr wise and Mr foolish!

Its 3 am n m hungry, like the whole day I don’t eat anything ( well I did have some fruits though) , my way of losing weight, go through tough vigorous exercises to burn those nasty calories that just pile up in my body n then I find a box of dark double chocolate chip cookies, u know the big ones, ahh yumm, i get the hold of that transparent box, those cookies clearly visible, they look beautiful lol n m hungry, very hungry, but no what about all my efforts, but but its irresistible , I opened the box, no no I wont look good in that dress that I got if I gain weight, hmm so what I can lose it later and then I take one cookie out, fine I ll have just one and here it goes, yum, the chocolate just melts into my mouth, umm I can have another one , I feel so good, and by the time I realized just one last cookie was left, blah whats the point of leaving one cookie let me have that too

and now moment of realization, all my efforts gone, all the pain that I took to get rid of those fats, I feel guilty, I feel bad, I want to cry, NOO!

have you ever wondered who is man’s worst enemy? umm the man himself.

yes the man, that early morning hunger of mine was more like feeding my feelings rather than feeding my body well which is something known as an ’emotional eating’. I might not be as hungry as I think, its just that those cookies made me feel more hungry, my emotions took control over me and I was just tempted to have them.

I sometimes feel that I have these two people inside, one which is telling or rather forcing me to do things that I like or enjoy or I personally want but aint good for me and this other wise person who knows whats good for me and knows the aftermath of everything that I do.
well this could also be a kind of battle between my heart (feelings) and mind , am not sure but I like to imagine it more like two people, a fool who is emotional and just cares about the feelings n temporary happiness and the present and a wise who is practical and knows what would actually benefit me in the near future (more like a forward thinker lol).

well I think , the foolish one rules the wise one in me! my feelings control me, I do what if feel/want and i say what I feel/want and this has many after affects but I simply don’t care/realize .

umm the cons are many, u always tend to regret about things in future, u feel guilty and u r responsible for what goes wrong with you, you don’t have the advantage of blaming something/someone else about the wrong thing in ur life which makes u feel worse.
but I personally feel that there are a few pros too, the people who tend to think from their heart are mostly honest cuz I mean that’s the way they feel, the wiser sides of you lets you decide what to say when n to whom and how and blah blah so u carefully work out things n maybe feel good but you might not be honest or truthful from inside, sometimes u r just being diplomatic and practical n the world loves you but is that the true side of you? is that exactly what you feel? though u might be applauded for that, u r just doing what that particular situation requires from you , what the people require from you. (lol why am i making it sound evil when its actually good?)

lol well m trying to favor the foolish side you see haha
but in reality those who listen to their wiser side are more successful

but here the argument is who is mainly responsible for all the wrong things that happen to us
we blame our life, our destiny , the people around etc etc but the source of wrong is within us, I aint saying that everything happens because of us but most of the times it comes from us, those feelings, temptations, our heart shouldnt rule us.

Can we for once try to think about ourselves, the things that we do wrong, I mean everyone likes to imagine themselves as perfect or good or whatsoever but everyone has short comings , we need to listen to the wiser person inside us more often (this goes on for me as well but am trying noh)

lol its funny, I, myself am the worst enemy of me mwahahaha ;)

i remember me...

Last night I was clearing my cupboard filled with books, a million pages, greeting cards from old friends and more books.

I couldn’t help checking each and every single thing in case I threw away something important.
As I did that I had that feeling of nostalgia, old memories, and then I realized whom I was missing the most, I was missing myself the most, my old self lol, someone whom I had forgotten for a long period of time.

my love for my books, how I had kept each and every book carefully , they still smell of my hard work.
my notes, how I had scribbled all the lecture notes and would get so upset if I lost any
my teachers remarks, how proud I used to be of myself when I had a good or an A on each of my lesson
my six student council badges! (lol am such a show off!)
haha complete nerd I was, I miss myself

then my inconsistent art of diary writing, I had written many, but would soon leave them incomplete, they record some moments of my life from childhood till now
and they are a true replica of my mental growth, from childhood to teenage to now
each page has a story to tell, sometimes complaining, crying on small things to excitement and joy
lol how interested I used to be in my diary, I used to design the pages, make them look so vibrant and bright defining me,and not just filled with those boring writings

my art book! I heart it, I once used to draw and paint and mould things, whenever I open it, it brings an immense joy and pleasure to me cause colours make me happy (above is a drawing from my Grade 8 art book)
I remember once I wanted to be an artist or a designer and have my very own gallery displaying my talent but then this whole idea was forgotten for sometime and i even forgot that I had such a talent.

my motto was to make crap look expensive, to make old and boring things look beautiful again, I remember I never used to write on my rough book until I turned it into something so interesting that would make me write on it, I used to cover it with magazine papers, foams, newspapers, wrapping papers and god know what just to make it look exactly something on which I would want to write
and each book had Benazir Bhutto’s picture on the first page saying ‘this is my goal’!

this is how I used to motivate myself, telling myself to work harder and achieve that goal

lol all those exam papers still remind me of those sleepless nights spent studying hard and that goal of mine cause I dreamt big, something which isn’t easy to achieve
haha just saw my ICT mock paper , 99/100 lol, big time nerd

ahh these were some things which were my life, my happiness and the road to my success but maybe for sometime I lost my way but hopefully I will get back on that same road again and begin my journey towards my own dreams…

My confessions ;)

well , in every person’s life there are things that he does but never confesses to the world or they just remain their tiny secrets deep inside their soul and well those are some things which bring a sense of euphoria to you or maybe sometimes you know its not that great but u cant help it!

well here are some of my confessions

-I am extremely self-obsessed, in fact self-absorbed is the word, I have lost count of how many times I look in the mirror every day, I admire myself a little too much

-though I might seem all good and nice but there’s this evil side of me which can be worse than anyone’s, I bitch about people (sometimes), gossip (always), well hmm things hardly stay in my tummy and they travel too quickly if am the source and I tend to swear (a lot)

-to be brutally honest , 60% of the people I meet don’t know how to dress up and are in a desperate need of a makeover, I know its mean and am not to judge anyone but u know I just cant help that!
and its worse when I have to lie to these people that they look really good and inside am like dude what were you thinking when u wore this?, just to make them happy, I know am sorry :(

-the first thing I do when I meet people is look at their shoes, cuz shoes tell u the kind of personality that particular individual has

-out of all the people I know, there are only a very few people which I actually think are good people, rest all hmm I just do a lot of buttering and flattering and make them feel good about themselves so hmm am very judgemental

-I weigh a lot more than I actually look, well that’s a benefit for me but u ll surprised to know my weight, it always surprises me too 

-I don’t drink tea with sugar, I like it with salt! ;)

-i have prank called a lot of people, esp in my home country, trust me its so much fun and i die laughing

-I think i can be a really good actor cause well am too dramatic and apart from that i know how to use my emotions in a right way

-there are many things which I don’t know but I pretend that I know and immediately google them and act extra smart

-if people are jealous of me , I try to act more smarter and show off a little too much so that they BURN with jealousy, and then I laugh haha

-am not actually that dumb, sometimes I like to act dumb cause well it makes people smile and laugh and I like that :)

-i LOVE stalking random people, its an awesome time pass

-i live to eat! the most amount of money i spend is on my food just to relish my taste buds

now I feel so evil and bad about myself but everyone has this devilish side in them and am really honest to confess it you know ;)

close to my heart

In almost a months time i ll be leaving UAE, my home away from home for almost 13 yrs, and i cannot possibly explain all the mixed feelings that i have about this place.
I cant write down all the things but here are a few real good things which am so gonna miss :

-the heat! though its incredibly hot but the feeling u get when u come all baked in the sun into an air conditioned place, wah heaven!

-traffic! its habitual now to leave an hr n a half earlier to reach a destination which is just 15 mins drive away

-extreme euphoria when it rained! how happy i would be when it would rain after a very long time and go out with a huge umbrella even though it would just be drizzling

-the way to my school! it was amazing how every morning i would pass the same old, not so developed streets of the industrial areas(shortcut to school) watching men working in those dusty factories which was contrary to the modernised dubai

-my bus no 22! my mode of transport to school for many yrs, two long hrs spent every morning with all those fellow friends and kids, singing, playing ouch!,making enough noise so that no one sleeps, discussing all the hot topics about everyone's new crushes and of course making fun and not to forget that awesome man, my driver, who would be so interested in what we would be doing in future n would advice us to work hard n become doctors and engineers and who would be overjoyed when he would tell the chemical formula for water H20!

-my newspaper, Gulf news!, well yeah i can read it online but there's nothing like the 'real' newspaper and reading it would be the first thing i would do every morning and how i would be excited in reading all the gossip in tabloid and my fav horoscope

-talking in different accents! it would be hilarious how i would make my english sound cooler with all those different accents, sometimes arabic, sometimes indian(malu)(no offence), sometimes typical paki and sometimes everything mixed!

-all the swear words in different languages! i bet i dono anything about other languages but just ask me swear words and you ll be shocked

-my building! i spent almost 10 yrs in that same building with all those awesome neighbours who were just like our family and we always celebrated every event together and we even taught our palestinian and egyptian neighbours how to play cricket n now they love it even more than soccer or football!

-my school! TWS, dubai! This is something which m gonna miss the most, my school was my life, 7 awesome yrs, i can run out of words describing each n every moment, my friends, my teachers, my class, mufty days, bus areas, all those arabic style greetings every morning, gossip, rumours, excitement on the arrival of every circular screaming holidays! assemblies, back to school excitement, fashion lol,haha caesars food after every event, just every little thing :)

-my friends! i love them so very much, they made life all exciting and worth living, and my best friend, she's an angel, she's my biggest gift from God, and she's the most beautiful person i have ever come across and now she's gonna be so flattered when she reads this haha ;)

-the atmosphere! even though i was not in Pak, the people here never made me feel that,the smell of rain is the same as the smell back home, it was awesome how i could get shalwar kameez n bangles n dress up same for Eid as i would do in Lahore, the feeling of home , love and care

Dubai <3

cause its not just about ME

its funny how I seem to know many people but i still don't know 'people'.
So well now i should characterized as 'dumb'? or better a fool?

But to me its not just my fault, i identify myself through the people i know, that's the way i am brought up, to me no one is actually a bad person, lol i sound like mother Teresa but seriously i mean things that people do make them bad duh but honestly the first impression of anyone i meet is good to me so no one is bad on the first place then slowly if things seem to be indifferent then i might tend to slightly dislike that person but then i would still think that c'mon he's a human and humans make mistake and he's not all that bad and slowly or rather unconsciously start placing my trust on that particular individual and think that everyone is loyal to me and they care about me and believe in whatever they tell me thinking they can never lie and can never think of harming me in any possible way... hmm doesn't this sound like am the blessed one on this earth with so many people out there for me

But, then, reality check! someone screams from up, hey you need to come out of that fantasy world of yours where apparently everyone is an angel!
open your eyes and see what this world is doing to you, what they are thinking of you and look at the way you are being used, do 'all' the people around you really know the real you? how does your existance matter to all of them, once you are here, other day you are gone, whose gonna have time to think about that? well except for my best friends

Haha sigh! this world is just too selfish, thats the word for them, and u know its funny when such people think that they are humane and caring and blah blah
dude, did you ever take the trouble to even know me? or just judge me by the way i talk to you, hmm and i have to face this reality check really often when i get to know the real people behind that sweet, loving and generous faces

and worst when my this glass of trust is just shattered by someone's lie, okay okay my fault, its been 18 years and its about time that i learn how to live in this oh so fake world

so steps towards becoming a suitable to this world:

1) be selfish, think about yourself before any one else, cause thats what all most of the people do

2)ignore all the good qualities in someone and point out every single fault in that person

3)never be happy for someone in fact be jealous of his success and think about every possible way you can bring him down and ruin his happiness

4)never be happy and satisfied with what you have but always curse your destiny and think that others are happier and they always tend to have more

5)dont think about others' feelings, its all about ME, doesnt matter if anyone gets hurt, as long as i m happy it shouldnt bother me

6)never be sincere or loyal to people you meet, as long as you can play around and get the benefits its worth it!

well there is alot more to it but right now i am not in the mood to mention more but am sure if you follow all these first u ll be able to survive in this fake world
i have yet to start following all that but i just keep procrastinating because of these inner voices in me which keep telling me not now

but has there been any day in your life when that letter "I" didn't come to your mind? if yes, then u can join me cause i like you ;)

We are Just TOO Generous

What can be the most annoying, irritating, disappointing perhaps a really frustrating moment, when you have your hopes all high and suddenly something dashes them like anything and then someone comes and tells you , your mistake why do u have such hopes? don’t u feel like just kicking that person on his face. This would have been the feeling of every Pakistani, regardless of the fact that they had interest in cricket or not, cause at that very last moment even those so called ‘I don’t get cricket, its boring’ people were all glued to their television sets and some unfortunate ones refreshing their web pages continuously at cricinfo, nerves all high, screaming at the loudest when a catch or a run out was missed or when a ball was answered by being hit a four or a six.

Well forgive me for not being able to use those technical terms used in cricket, that’s little my brother’s job!

This was the scenario of my living room last night which rarely had all the family members presence at the same time but yesterday was accommodating all the six members doing just the same one thing (which is unbelievable though!), watching the T20 semi-finals match between Pakistan and Australia.
What a start it was, all fours and sixes and the Akmal brothers with their stupendous performance winning the hearts of almost everyone and we managed to give the aussies a target of 191.

Then we take over ground, aussies on the pitch, and then YAYY a wicket! 1/1, I just couldn’t be much happier than this, I mean not only me ,all the Pakistanis out there, amidst all this politics, terrorism, inflation and how can I forget load-shedding, we had a REASON to be happy and celebrate!
after a fall of a few early wickets came White, who scared us all with his hits contributing a 43 to the aussie score board, but then we were still hopeful with Aamer and Abdur Rehman just taking wickets on time leaving the aussies nail-biting , then came Mike Hussey who is usually known for taking singles , twos and occasionally fours had us praying even harder cause he seemed all calm and unstoppable!

THEN THE LAST OVER, THE LAST OVER!
One
Six
Six
Four
Australia needs one run from two balls
and there goes a Six
Aussie qualifies for the T20 finals

There was an unusual silence in the room, I was almost in tears, how could that happen? we were almost winning, mom comforting my little brothers by telling them all about sportsmen spirit and fighting till the end and then she came to me saying, ‘haarta woh hai jo haar maan le’ (he is defeated who accepts his defeat) , MOM! its not helping now, later
then I see my facebook homepage filled with emotions, some swearing at the aussies, some praising Pakistan, some just too shocked like me with statuses saying nothing more than an OMG! WTF?

Twitter was a little mature though with some tweets worth mentioning like:
Pakistan disappoints, but not disgraced, well done boys
Australia won it rather than Pakistan lost it

Well, it was upsetting but all in all something which rather taught us some real good things:
Pakistan is the most unpredictable team, fighting till the end, not losing hope and haha losing a winning match after all it takes skills in doing that and we are just too generous and are known for our philanthropic works right?

51%?

Is being a woman, a crime?
then why does this society treat them in that way?
Everywhere people talk about human rights, aren't they a part of such rights?
then why, why does this society deprive them of these rights?
Are they just here to stay behind the veils, inside the four walls of the house, be at service to their husbands and bear all their mood swings and when they aren't pleased, these women are the victim of their anger

Why is there a wide contrast in the societies?
A country where women have been the prime minster and ministers and been the speaker of the parliament, there also are women who are a victim of acid attacks, domestic violence, physical and mental abuse, rape, torture, deprivation of basic needs and sadly very few of them report such cases again to this social taboo that women reporting all this and visiting police stations bring shame to the family.

Moreover, many just keep suffering, keeping their mouths locked and not letting their screams out of those walls of the house where they are tortured for several years.

This is the same story behind every disfigured face at the Aurat Foundation in islamabad. Most have been the victims of acid attacks, the faces which once had been known for their beauty are now a disgrace.
'I haven't stepped out of this place since the time i was brought here, and if i do people get scared and call me by bad names, said a woman who didn't want to be named.

What is life for these women, don't they deserve to be happy? many laws have come up but very few implemented,
'We cannot implement laws until people are ready to understand, whats more important is to change the way people think', said a social worker working at the foundation.

Such was the case of Mukhtaran mai,a married woman who was gang raped in a small village and got justice after several years of pain and struggle.

The question is when will the time come when these women will get justice?

i have a dream..

No its not the copy of Dr.Martin Luther King's revolutionary speech portraying his fight for black -Americans but its a note which conveys my inner feelings as a young Nationalist.

My dream is no different from his, infact we both tend to share the same content in our dreams.

Its the fight for our people , our nation, our country.

In my case its my beloved country Pakistan, The Islamic Republic of Pakistan.

At the stage of being regarded as the most dangerous country, i still have the hope that the sun of prosperity & peace will rise in this nation.

People will be given a voice & they are the one who will save this country.

Democracy will flourish in this part of the sub-continent & people will stand up for themselves & those who cannot will be given a source to convey their voice to the world.

We are not weak , we have not given up hope . Its not that easy to give us some 'labels' or 'tags'& get away.

You cannot get away like that , we will not let you get away so easily!

In any circumstances we will stand shoulder to shoulder and protect our borders.

We still have that element of unity, faith & discipline within us .Don't test us!

Though we are going through a sensitive phase i have a dream that we will overcome every obstacle on our road to democracy.


WE ARE NOT HERE BECAUSE OF ANYONE, WE ARE HERE INSPITE OF EVERYONE


May God shower His blessings on this land

veil

As she steps out of the house everyday, its normal for Tara, an 19 year old from a lower class family, to face this pain.Working ladies are still not accepted by most pakistanis in this culture, but she can do nothing about it. She has her old parents to support and three younger sisters who are still completing their education, being the breadwinner she has to face these hardships everyday.
And what are the hurdles? this soceity? the men that chase her everyday, worried about her honour, respect and dignity as she changes buses from buses to reach the textile factory where she works.
Ironically, most people working in the factory are females but there is still a fear, she's scared that these women might doubt her character as she is too young to work or step out of her house or some might just land up with a marriage proposal at her house and she knows that her parents might agree cause they are already looking for a man who earns just enough to feed her
and then what about her sisters' education, their future, her future? and Tara was different from all the women working there unlike them she was educated and ambitious but due to her age, gender and soceity, she was forced to take up a job which didnt have anything to do with her qualifications.

And she doesnt want to marry, she feels that she still has a lot to do and achieve, she doesnt want to be stuck in the four walls of the house cooking and taking care of children instead wants to open a school for children in her locality and give back all that she gained

But the question is, with this soceity who who doesnt let a single woman survive on her own, would she be able to follow her dreams?

Streets..

through the dusty streets of lahore, sat an old woman calmly with wrinkles all over her face clearly portraying the strange years she probably spent on this same place as a loner
she isnt new to this place, she has been watched sitting quietly by a school boy who is now probably into his second year of university, so much has changed but not for her
she watched him daily for years sometimes running to catch the bus, sometimes strolling down the streets with friends chasing girls, sometimes hidding from parents when returning late home
with so much happening and everyone worried about themselves, has anyone ever wondered whats the true story behind this lady? indeed the world is selfish

has anyone cared to know who is this woman with almost grey hair, wrinkled and torn face and rough eyes which has seen so much and never said anything
where is her family, her home, why is she all by herself when at this age she needs her loved ones to be by her side cause at anytime her age might just take over her
but no, it seems like no one cares and she's just waiting for that last moment when she could just bid farewell to these selfish streets

after so many years of seeing this lady , that boy now probably a young man who is about to leave for studies abroad went upto her.
he bowed down and said softly 'amma'(granny), she didnt seem to reply
she had a strange look on her face and she didnt seem to reply as if she has forgotten to speak
he repeated, 'amma?' mein jaa raha hoon ( i am going), she had a worried, depressed look on her face
she lifted her hand trembling and worn and touched his head
with a soft smile and a sad look in her eyes she handed him a chain with pendent, he took it and opened the pendent
he saw an old picture of handsome young boy
she finally spoke: 'Allah naainsaafi nahi karta'( God never does injustice) 'maine ek beta kho diya toh doosra paya' ( i lost one son but i got another)
With hearing this that guy just broke down into tears and left
after an year he came back to the same old place, nothing had changed but one thing was missing, where was amma? he looked everywhere only to discover that amma was no more, he felt a sense of loss, he could feel her in that place, he wished if only he could see her again...