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.

I feel profound gratitude for the nights that gracefully transformed into mornings, each moment etching itself into the canvas of my heart. Those late hours, bathed in shared laughter and intimate conversations, hold a special place in my soul. They forged connections that transcend mere friendship, evolving into bonds as resilient and comforting as family ties. In the quiet transition from darkness to dawn, I discovered the enduring beauty of relationships that blossomed beneath the soft glow of the moon. My heart swells with appreciation for friends who have seamlessly woven themselves into the fabric of my life, transforming into a chosen family. Together, we've weathered storms, celebrated triumphs, and stood side by side through the ebb and flow of life. These connections go beyond the superficial; they are the anchors grounding me in a world that can often feel tumultuous. The understanding, love, and unwavering support we share illuminate the profound truth that real kinship

Life is like a journey with twists and turns, Love is a lesson, and each heart yearns. "If you are unsure," people say, Just wait for love to come your way. Don't feel too sad, don't wear a frown, True love's test won't let you down. When someone special comes into view, That's when you'll know what love can do. It's fine to feel hurt, to shed a tear, Let your emotions be crystal clear. Feel the pain, but don't let it stay, In time, it'll slowly fade away. May you find a love that's pure, A love that helps your heart endure. Like a cosy home, warm and bright, Filled with joy and pure delight. No tests, no worries, just reach for the sky, A love that makes you feel so high. Trust unbroken, strong and true, A loyal companion just for you. May your heart find peace, strength, and grace, In love's enfold, a warm embrace. As you heal, your spirit renewed, A love so bright, forever pursued.

Passion is a remarkable driving force that can ignite our souls and lead us to champion various causes. It's a feeling that resonates deep within us, inspiring us to stand up for what we believe in. In this blog post, I'd like to share my journey of rekindling my passion, specifically in advocating for the image of my religion, while also reflecting on my past passions and adventures. Nurturing My Passion for a Worthy Cause There's something truly admirable about individuals who are unwavering in their commitment to a good cause. I deeply respect those who are passionate about making the world a better place, and I've come to realize that I too share this passion. My fervour lies in protecting and preserving the image of my religion, steering it away from those who tarnish its reputation. For far too long, I've observed the missteps of so-called custodians of my faith, and it has fueled my determination to correct their misguided actions. This passion keeps me going