World Affairs And Beyond

During my last trip to the tribal region in the north of Pakistan, I found myself once again in the company of Baba Jee before heading back to Karachi. His dwelling, a simple abode, welcomed me with a warmth that transcended its humble surroundings. As I approached, I noticed Baba Jee seated on a worn rug in his mud courtyard, soaking in the golden sunlight. "Baba Jee, it's good to see you again," I greeted him, to which he responded with a welcoming smile. "Come, sit beside me," he gestured to the rug, "and share what's on your mind." Seating myself on the rug, I began to recount various incidents from my life, seeking Baba Jee's guidance. His wise eyes listened attentively, and when I finished, he shared his insights. "My child, let me offer you a piece of advice," he began, his voice carrying the weight of experience. "Never flaunt your wealth or discuss your riches with those who may not share similar financial circumstances.

In the journey of life, it's crucial to recognize and appreciate the kindness extended to us by others, each in their own unique way. Whether big or small, these acts of kindness contribute to the fabric of our existence, and it's essential to express gratitude. In this interconnected world, it's also wise to place trust and expectations in a higher power, be it God or any divine force one believes in. By doing so, we can find solace in the understanding that humans, despite their best intentions, are limited in their abilities. Human beings are just that; human. While their presence in our lives is a gift to be cherished, expecting them to be all-mighty is unrealistic. This acknowledgement is not a dismissal of their importance, but rather a reminder that they, too, have their own set of limitations. Gratitude for the people who bring positivity into our lives should be the focal point. Instead of burdening them with unrealistic expectations, we should embrace the uniquene

As a sapiosexual, my attraction lies in the depth of intellect, the warmth of kindness, and the purity of innocence. It's not merely a preference; it's a fundamental aspect of my identity, drawing me toward a connection that surpasses the confines of physical appeal and seeks a more profound mental and emotional bond. For me, being a sapiosexual isn't just about intelligence; it's about the beautiful amalgamation of intelligence, innocence, and kindness that sparks my interest. The attraction doesn't stem solely from a sharp wit or vast knowledge but is complemented by an unadulterated perception of life and a compassionate nature. When engaging with others, I find that being asked illogical or superficial questions is a significant turn-off. It's not about intelligence alone but also about the blend of innocence and kindness that colours the interaction and makes it profoundly engaging for me. Moreover, I am immensely drawn to individuals who not only possess i

On a warm afternoon, I found myself walking down the bustling streets of our town, heading towards the familiar spot where Baba Jee sat. The small, weathered corner was his chosen place, where he greeted those seeking his wisdom. Today, I had a pressing question on my mind, one that had been bothering me for a while, and I needed answers. Approaching Baba Jee, I greeted him with a respectful nod and a warm smile. He acknowledged my presence with a serene look in his eyes. With curiosity brimming, I decided to broach the topic that had been bothering me. "Baba Jee," I began, "I came to see you again because I couldn't help but wonder why you avoided my question about Palestine the last time we spoke." Baba Jee looked at me, his eyes reflecting a deep sense of contemplation. Then, in his calm and soothing voice, he responded, "Child, I didn't avoid your question. I was waiting for a better answer to come to me. Some questions are not to be answered in has

In a glass, wonders reside,  Crystal vessel, where dreams collide.  Transparent artistry, clear and bright,  A world within, a pure delight. Elixir's home, where flavours play,  Sips of life, throughout the day.  Liquid stories, it does contain,  From water's kiss to wine's sweet reign. A vessel of transformation, see,  Morphing states of matter, free.  From ice to steam, it does it all,  A vessel's magic, both big and small. A lens to peer through time and space,  Reflecting beauty in its embrace.  An instrument for toasts and cheers,  Dispelling worries, calming fears. A conduit to celebrate, connect,  Friendship's bond it does protect.  A symbol of life's endless stream,  In a glass, we find a cherished dream. © Sobia Nosheen (19th October 2023)