World Affairs And Beyond

To all of your younger siblings and your younger cousins: When someone deliberately turns you against the eldest sibling or an elder in your family, understand what is really happening. You are being deprived of a relationship that could have given you so much: guidance, protection, wisdom, support, opportunities, love, and someone who may have stood beside you when others would not. And remember this: People who turn you against your own family, especially against those who are older than you, are not your friends. Never. A person who genuinely cares about you does not need to destroy your relationship with your own blood to gain your loyalty. And be very careful about what you are being encouraged to do. Because if someone can convince you to disrespect, hurt, or abuse your own elder, what makes you think they will always remain safe from the same behaviour? If they can turn you against your own family, they can eventually turn you against anyone. Do not let someone else's jealou...

In family dynamics, there is often one cousin who is the eldest, the most educated, and the most independent. Instead of encouraging her, some of the younger cousins grow jealous. When an external power appears, they align themselves with that outside force, thinking it will help them bring down the one who stands tall. But in reality, by giving the outsider a foothold, they all lose. They weaken their own foundation, and the entire family suffers. This is exactly what is happening in the Muslim world today. Iran, a strong and independent nation, stands surrounded by Muslim countries. Yet some of these nations, hosting U.S. military bases, choose to side with the outside power. Instead of standing together, they allow the external force to use their homes as a base against a fellow Muslim country. In doing so, they betray unity, and the whole region becomes weaker. When a family divides and welcomes outsiders against one of their own, they all pay the price.

The idea may sound extreme at first. It may even sound like something taken from a science fiction film. Yet technological advancement is moving at a pace that forces us to ask uncomfortable questions. Brain computer interface technology is no longer theoretical. Companies such as Neuralink, founded by Elon Musk, are actively developing implantable devices designed to connect the human brain directly to digital systems. These devices are currently being researched for medical purposes, particularly to assist people with paralysis and neurological disorders. If such technology can help restore movement or communication, could it also be used to enhance decision making in governance? This question opens a serious discussion. Imagine a scenario in which Pakistani leaders had microchips implanted in their brains. These chips could potentially enhance memory, allow instant access to constitutional law, analyse economic data in real time, and predict the long term impact of policy decisions....

In my humble opinion, Imran Khan should be released from prison; and not later, not eventually, but now. This is no longer merely a legal or political issue. It has become a matter of national stability, public confidence, and the future peace of Pakistan . Imran Khan is not an ordinary political figure. He carries the support of millions who see him as their representative and their hope for change. When such a leader is kept behind bars under circumstances many believe are politically driven, it creates deep frustration, resentment, and emotional unrest across the country. The danger is clear; if anything happens to him while he is imprisoned, the consequences for law and order could be severe and far-reaching. Pakistan is already passing through fragile times. The economy is under pressure, institutions are being questioned, and public trust is at a low point. Adding further instability by continuing to detain a popular leader is not strength, it is shortsightedness. People are wat...

As a Pashtoon born in Pakistan, I have always felt a deep connection with the Pashtoons across the border in Afghanistan. Our language, traditions, and shared history bind us together in ways that transcend political lines. We celebrate the same culture, carry the same pride in our ancestry, and cherish the same values of honour, courage, and hospitality. But while our roots may intertwine, our identities have grown in different soils, and both deserve respect. I often hear people from Afghanistan saying that Khyber Pakhtunkhwa should merge with Afghanistan, as if the love we share for one another is incomplete without the blending of borders. To me, that idea feels misguided. Love and unity do not require the erasure of boundaries; they require understanding. Let me put it simply; if you live in your parents’ house, and you feel a connection to someone in another home, it does not mean they should strive to include your room in their house, cutting it off from where it already belon...

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In life, we often believe we are nurturing a beautiful garden, unaware that the protective gloves we wear shield us from painful realities. For me, those gloves represented my brother, competitive and favoured by our mother. My younger siblings, whom I once believed to be the tender flowers of our family, turned out to be the thorns, pricking and hurting my brother in ways I could not see. In my quest for peace, I often defended my younger siblings, thinking they were wronged and misunderstood. My brother and I frequently ended up in conflict, driven by my attempts to protect those I thought were innocent. I believed I was fostering harmony and love, but I was blind to the pain my siblings were causing him. Three years ago, when my brother passed away from COVID, the protective gloves were torn away. Without him, I was left exposed, my hands now vulnerable to the very thorns I had once nurtured. The pain of losing him was compounded by the realisation that those same thorns had turne...