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Saturday, December 19, 2015

A Kitchen Moment - Gone Wrong !










Monday, December 14, 2015

That Nasty Neighbor





Think of all the people that Donald J. Trump has offended so far. 

What are the traits of a good leader or a politician? Think of Abraham Lincoln, think of Nelson Mandela, think of Martin Luther King, think of the founder of Pakistan, Mohammad Ali Jinnah, think of Jesus. Now, think of Donald J. Trump, and his big mouth, and the way it moves when he boasts about how rich he is, and then insults everyone he feels is not important to him or his victory.


I'm sure you must have or have had a grumpy, ill-mannered, bullying kind of a person, somewhere in your neighborhood, who just assumes you are going to be in his way making his life more difficult. That is him. That is Donald J. Trump. He is your nasty neighbor.



Friday, November 20, 2015

The Tragic Life-cycle of Terrorism





This is quite simple. Not hard to understand. In March 2011, anti-government protests broke out in Syria. Somebody somewhere instigated a revolution, which led to an uprising against a dictatorship, leading to the dictator bombarding his own people, which led to creating the "bad guys/terrorists", that led to the world heading in that direction to kill the "bad guys", which led to numerous civilian deaths, which led to strengthening the "bad guys", and the battle continues.
Al Shifa Hospital, One of the first hospitals to be targeted by the regime killing several dozen civilians and doctors and nurses. Aleppo, Syria.
Photo taken by: Jake Simkin



Wednesday, October 14, 2015

The World We Live In





We are unfair to humanity. We love sad stories and tragedies. We sympathize with people who suffer, and we want them to keep on suffering. We enjoy their sufferings, and we want to be the ones to save them, or love to take credit for saving them, or we constantly feel the need to look for a saviour for those going through pain, and we love to blame people for not caring for the sufferings of humanity. We love to have someone to blame for something. That's what we love the most. If by mistake anyone finds a way out of their sufferings, or succeeds in helping themselves or those around them, we are most certainly not pleased with them. Oh we are not pleased with them at all. What are they thinking trying to stand on those two undeserving feet of their own? How dare they defy the rules of this society? They are evil. We were not even done with mourning their sufferings, tragedies and losses yet? How dare they rise up and fight back? They do not deserve our sympathy any more. 



That's it. 

This means war.


Saturday, August 29, 2015

Eventually You Become A Good Cook





When you have no choice but to learn to cook, in order to survive, eventually you become a good cook.





Sunday, July 5, 2015

Washington DC unusual !





Tonight, Washington DC sounds like Peshawar. Everyday when I get back home, and I'm late, I don't find many people on the roads after 9:00 pm. Today, the show began right after 9:00 pm. I was standing in the balcony of my apartment, when I saw many people out on the roads and there was smoke in the air, fireworks of course. ;) 4th of July celebrations.


We don't have fireworks in Peshawar every night, but we do have a similar sky at night. I won't tell you why, but if you are from Peshawar, you know why.

It is 12:15 am right now, and I still hear people out on the roads and tonight, it does not sound like a ghost town for the first time. Peshawar never sleeps. Tonight, DC is not sleeping !


Saturday, July 4, 2015

Happy Birthday Sahar !





A lovely 4th of July in the Federal Capital of the United States of America, and the 5th of July in Pakistan. Today is my sister's birthday and I celebrated it with a fruit pancake that I made. At the end of the day I witnessed a spectacular display of fireworks in the District of Columbia. Happy Birthday Sahar. I hope you are happy. I wasn't the only one celebrating your birthday today !



Friday, March 6, 2015

The News Women - Let Us Judge You !





The Jung Media Group - recently came up with a new adventure, The power 50, News Women. People were asked to nominate women who have made some difference through their work in the lives of others in Pakistan. I came to know about it only two days ago, when a friend of mine sent me a link of the page where he nominated me. Being a bit shy, I do not prefer being put on display for people to click on the vote button and judge me, so I requested my friends not to tag me in those posts. For fun, some of them did cast their votes for me. 


Now looking at the number of votes received by the women who actually made a lot of difference through their work and contributed in a positive way to making Pakistan a better place, and the world at large, I was greatly disappointed and felt like The News Media probably should have used a better method to pay a tribute to these women. I came across Haseena Moin's page and found only twelve votes, similarly the twenty-seven year old Air Force Fighter pilot, Ayesha Farooq got forty-two votes, while The UN Peacekeeper lady from Pakistan, got almost no or only a few votes. I am sure, just like I was unaware of being nominated for being judged, none of them were aware too. Nighat Dad, who is also one of the leading ladies, got no votes at all. Zeba Bakhtiyar got only three votes. I mean, come on. Just because some of the people are good at advertising and know how to cast multiple votes, doesn't mean Haseena Moin is not a "Power Lady". But then again, being good at advertising is also quite a talent. Malala Yousafzai, the Nobel Peace Prize Winner, got around a hundred or so votes. I wonder what happened to Fatima Bhutto !?!

Jung Media Group, you've gotta be kidding me ! :-D Actually, I do appreciate your efforts, but I am sure Bilquis Edhimust must have touched several lives and not just seventy-one, as per her votes, and almost none of those she touched would be using the internet. I bet if Fatima Jinnah was put on display like that, to be judged, she would have bagged approximately twenty-one votes.

In the end, I would still say, it was a good effort, but the results will not mean, Haseena Moin or any of those actually strong and wonderful women, are not the Heroes ! Hmmm lemme go back and see what Meera got. :-P


Wednesday, February 25, 2015

How To "Unfollow" a Blog





A blog seemed to have somehow added itself to my list of blogs, and I would get updates from there in my feed, but the blog would not appear in the list of blogs I was following, for me to unfollow it. I looked for help over the web, but everyone had the usual tips and they did not help. I visited the blog, and it seemed to have only three to four posts, beginning in January this year. It was viewed more than eight thousand times, and did not show any followers. I found a profile leading to google circles. It had no friends and was probably designed by someone for mysterious reasons. All I wanted was to unfollow the blog, so I did not have to see the updates in my feed. I blocked the google account of the owner of that blog, and guess what? I stopped getting the unwanted updates on my blog too. I hope it stays that way.

For all those unwanted blogs that you want to unfollow, and they do not show in "Manage Blogs I'm Following", yet, appear in your blog feed; go to the google link of the blogger and block it. If you still get updates, let me know ! We'll figure it out. :)


Tuesday, February 24, 2015

I Have To Learn





There are so many things that I have yet to learn. Things that I never could learn. Things that I am not sure I will be able to learn. Things that are a part of being human, as they say.
 
I have to learn that every battle is not my battle and that my happiness does not necessarily make everyone else happy. I have to learn that I suffer alone, and that others do not necessarily suffer with me. I have to learn that I do not have to suffer with and for others all the time. I have to learn that I can eat my ice cream, without feeling guilty about it, when many others cannot eat ice cream. I have to learn that I am a human. I have to learn that being an ordinary human being, I have the right to be happy too. I have to learn all those things that humans do. I have to learn not to be afraid of smiling when I feel like it. I have to learn not to feel pain when I see it. I have to learn to forgive myself for not having the power to cure what ever ills I find. I have to learn that others do not necessarily feel the way I do, about many things. I have to learn that others will not necessarily do for me, what I will do for them, and that I should not expect them to. I have to learn that everyone will undergo their own share of suffering in the world, and that I do not have to die several times a day.




Leader of Leaders





If you look closely, you will find two kinds of people around you. One is the kind, that will support you, in what ever good you do, that benefits you, without anything in return. They are "leaders of leaders". They will show you the path, and only you will know who they are. When you shine, only you will know who contributed toward making that happen. Their mere presence is an encouragement for you.


Then, there are people, who will think of you to be competition. They will misguide you and will try their best to keep you from shining your light. If they, by any chance, guide you, or contribute toward your success, they will make sure everyone knows it was because of them. It may not always be easy to identify such people. They are ordinary, and they may lead the herd, but their insecurities do not allow them to lead the leaders. In the moral hierarchy of humans, they are way down below the "leaders of leaders." 


Being In a Position to Help





When we help people, it not us helping them. It is God choosing us to help them. It is God helping them through us. I have seen and heard some people be extremely proud of helping others, as if they were gods  and rubbing it in the face of others. Taking credit for being put in a position of being able to help others, is unfair. It is all by the design of destiny that we are able to help those in need. Everything in nature is math. We are like programmed bots. Each one of us, have destinies that make us do what we do. We do have free will, which can make us deviate from the path, good or bad, chosen for us by default, but we ultimately end up doing what we are destined to do. Nobody can be helped, unless God wants them to be helped. We cannot help anyone, unless God gives us the power to do so. Think of the many things that we want to do, but are unable to do. Yes, we do not have the power to do many things. That power is granted by the One who created us. The will to help others, and the power to help them, are directly proportional to each other. The stronger, honest and sincerer the will, the more the power.


Not forgetting where that power comes from, we need to remain humble and cherish the feeling we get in return, and the thought that we were chosen to be able to help others.


Hearts of Gold





I have believed people to have hearts of Gold. I have believed people to be selfless and giving. I have believed people to be beyond human. I have seen good people walk this planet. It happens that only one out of a hundred people turn out to be the opposite of all what is good. I still believe there are more good people in the world than there are bad.


Wednesday, January 14, 2015

ميں كس كے ہاتھ پہ اپنا لہو تلاش کروں





For days I have been trying to gather the courage to write a few words about the Army Public School (APS) Peshawar attack, but the tragedy was so enormous that it had paralyzed my brain. Today, I will write a few words about one of the boys' (a 10th grade student) who was martyred in the attack. "Rafiq".


Rafiq, the most beautiful bright young boy I had ever met. The son of one of my dear colleagues' and brother. I met Rafiq for the first time when he was in 7th grade. I was in my room in office, working on some reports, when I heard a sweet and soft voice outside my room. I thought it was one of the ladies from the field offices. (Something that we used to tease Rafiq about, later.) I went outside and saw a very sweet little boy in my office. He would visit his dad after school, almost everyday, before leaving for home. Another of my colleagues' was teaching him math. The day he passed his exams with flying colors, I remember it being celebrated in office.

It is very hard to accept that he is no more. His sweet melodious voice still echoes all around. His radiant face shall never be forgotten.

"Yeh Zalim Jis Tarhan Say Khailtay Hain Khoon Ki Holi
Frishta Is Sadi Main Phoonk Day Ga Soor Lagta Hay"
Verse by -- Safdar Ali Safdar


Thursday, January 1, 2015

Happy New Year '15





I have not posted here for quite some time now. This first day of the year 2015, I felt like penning something down after months. Wishing everyone everywhere on this earth, a very blessed new year. I hope this year brings everyone joy and happiness. Hoping we all stick to our new year's resolutions this year. I pray we hold on to the good thoughts and happy moments in life, and never keep a bad thought or a hurtful moment in our hearts and minds for long. A healthier thought process gives us a healthy life.

A very Happy New Year to Everyone