World Affairs And Beyond

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

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...

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.  ...

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

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 !

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 !

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 F...