World Affairs And Beyond

When I was much younger, less aware and less educated, I used to waste a lot of my time in giving clarifications and explanations to others about the things I had nothing to do with, or things that were not my fault.  At home with my siblings, and at school, college and university with my friends. What I was unaware of was, that there was always someone out there trying to create this misunderstanding. Someone applying the divide and conquer rule to my life. I do not blame the evil ones for creating misunderstandings, because they are doing their job very well. Bravo! The bad people are the "bugs" or viruses in the program of your life. This is what they were sent here for. They will try to corrupt your whole system. You just have to know how to guard against them.

Chapter Eleven "Conclusion" from The Pathan by Khan Abdul Ghani Khan

Chapter Ten "Politics" from The Pathan by Khan Abdul Ghani Khan

I have a friend, who hails from the city of Peshawar in the Khyber Pakhtoonkhwa province of Pakistan, belonging to a very educated family. His older brother has got a degree in English from a well known University in Islamabad.  My friend, Dodo, we will call him by his nick name for Dawood, got his early education at Edwards College here in Peshawar. He got his Masters from some University in Islamabad and then left the country for higher education in the United States of America at Harvard University. He is now a doctor of philosophy in something something.

Chapter Nine "Revenge" from The Pathan by Khan Abdul Ghani Khan

Chapter Eight "Priest, Magic and Charms Ltd." from The Pathan by Khan Abdul Ghani Khan

When we all have to die one day, then why waste so much time in learning about that which we do not even need to learn about. Eat, shit, sleep and die. Sometimes education feels like a waste of time. Why not just be born and then live in the woods and die in peace. Just get this damn life over with. The sooner the better.

Chapter Seven "Moonbeams" from The Pathan by Khan Abdul Ghani Khan

Chapter Six "Customs" from The Pathan by Khan Abdul Ghani Khan

Chapter Four "An Incident" from The Pathan by Khan Abdul Ghani Khan

Chapter Three "Folk Songs" from The Pathan by Khan Abdul Ghani Khan

History from Khan Abdul Ghani Khan's book, "The Pathan". This is for my friends who have been asking me questions about the Pathans/Pashtoons wanting to know them and their traditions. I thought you may not find the time to read the book but you can hear it. I will upload the remaining chapters soon.

Chapter One "The Pathan" from The Pathan  by Khan Abdul Ghani Khan

I just heard the news of Aarifa Karim passing away at the Combined Military Hospital CMH in Lahore today. She was the world's youngest Microsoft Certified Professional in 2004. She was a prodigy.  Her passing away just now hurt me very deeply, but I have strong faith in the fact that the time of our deaths is predestined. God sends us into this world for a specified time period. Aarifa Karim achieved so much during this little time which she had on this planet. She had a very fast mind and was a miracle girl. This gets me to thinking that she and others like her, are God's special experiments on earth. God sends these special experiments to earth in the form of highly developed brains and that too for a very short period of time. 

The Dreams speak to your subconscious mind. When we try to achieve our goals, the conscious mind wants to move in the direction of achieving them, but the subconscious mind whispers the opposite. In order for you to focus on what you want, you need to reach out to your subconscious mind and reprogram it. That can sometimes be a very tough job. When we lose all hope and are broken into a million pieces; putting those pieces back together may not be that easy, and sometimes you may not even want to do that. In such hopeless cases, sometimes, you may get signs from all around you that will make you want to begin all over again. A new hope, renewed energy that will charge you toward your goals once again.

In the summer of 1999, in the city of Rawalpindi in Pakistan, I was brought to Valley Clinic, a hospital on Peshawar Road in Rawalpindi opposite to West-ridge I, with a severe head injury. I had lost a lot of blood, but was not giving up. I was a fighter and could defeat almost anything. I was strong, determined and sure. I had so much confidence in myself. It was almost half past two in the night. There were no doctors at sight. I saw the body of a young boy brought to the hospital  on a stretcher, lying to my left. He was dead. He had suffered severe injuries. I was shouting, calling out for doctors. A few attendants and a doctor came and took me in a lift to an Operation Theater upstairs. There was blood all over me. My shoes were soaking wet with blood and so was my red beautiful dress that I used to wear most of the time. I loved it very much. It had beautiful collars and was made of a cloth similar to "Ajrak". On the operation bed, the doctor cut off my hair fro...

I can feel and understand how the invaded nations feel. If we don't move our wars to others' borders, if we remain peaceful, we are invaded. The invaders are not always correct in judging the strength of the invaded. Sooner or later, the habit of invading the apparently weaker has to stop at some point; if not on it's own, the invaded puts a stop to it for good.