Theme: The Way I See It


While going through my news feed the other day, I came across a post by one of my Facebook friends. As I gave it a read, I beamed with happiness realizing the fact that at least some school in Karachi had the heart to talk about the most-neglected-issue that prevails in our society, through a circular of theirs just when the exams are around the corner.

You too, have a look. Here it is,


I know that every parent love their child, they have without any doubt invested a lot in their child and they want to see a return of the investment. But we need to understand that every child is different and unique in his/her own way.

Some of the children are inclined towards art and music. While the others are not-so-good at their studies and are able to pull only a C at the end of their yearly exams. On the other hand, there are some who are good at sports, can play a piano nicely as well as pass their exams with flying colors. So you see, here lies the difference which only few people happen to realize.


Parents expect their children to excel in all areas of life because they invest so much in them. I have even see parents who compare their children to one another. Although in an attempt to motivate their children they unconsciously end up demoralizing them by passing comments such as,

“Your brother is such a good football player, why can’t you be like him?”

“Why can’t you get A’s in Maths, just like your little sister?”

This is how parents belittle their children and this might also rouse up bitter feelings for their siblings because they might think they are the ones who have made them look bad.

Let’s take the example of the genius, Thomas Edison, the inventor of the first electric bulb.


One day he came home and handed over a paper to his mother. He told her that his teacher had given it to him and told him to give it only to his mother.

His mother’s eyes welled up as she read the letter out loud to her child,

Your son is a genius. This school is too small for him and doesn’t have enough good teachers for training him. Please teach him yourself.

 After a long time, when his mother had died and he had become one of the greatest inventors of all times, while looking through some old family things he found a letter which read as,

Your son is addled [mentally ill]. We won’t let him come to school any more.

     Edison cried for hours and then he wrote the most heart-touching lines ever written down,

“Thomas Alva Edison was an addled child that, by a hero mother, became the genius of the century.” 

To be honest, I, myself became teary eyed quoting Edison and his Hero Mother. His mother’s positive outlook had made him what he was otherwise he was mercilessly labeled as an “addled child” by his school teacher.

A mother had changed the future of her son. You and I can also do this. Be it a mother or a father, every individual should learn to accept children just the way they are. They might take some time to unwrap their hidden talents, but when they do, they will surely amaze us-and even the people around us!

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Syeda Unzela Mushtaq





Theme: Rantings of Mind




Tbh, I don’t know why I am being made to write this article but I am being made. So you guys would have to bear with me. Like, my teacher has given this assignment to write this article when she herself says that everyone keeps writing article over internet and it’s not some top notch journalistic achievement to be able to do that but you still need to do it. Because you know she has marks in her hands, and I kind of need them.



Muharram just came. Saw shia guys do matham on the streets. I kind of don’t really like the sight of that because blood and all is so gross. This is one of the reasons I didn’t pursue medical studies, you know, I have blood phobia. It freaks me out.



But I still went to the majlis of my shia best friend. It was kind of really nice because her mom, aunty, got me dunkin donut chocolate latte instead of the normal sharbat. So I really felt nice listening to all that and I also said ‘Ya Hussain’ at which aunty beamed at me, pleased.



I had 5 day holidays including 2 more, because I didn’t go to my school those 2 extra days too. So it sums up to like 7 total, which is like huge but I still failed to complete my homework. I am not really proud of this but what can I do. Its more of my habit now.



Mom was also not happy with me. She said I should work for some NGO and contribute good to the society but is it not enough for her, that I am trying to contribute good to my grades by writing this article, when I don’t want to?



I was really getting into this article but unfortunately my word limit has successfully crossed above 300. I feel nice. Alright guys, see you next time!




Theme: Rantings of Mind


The cancer of society!


While growing up, my mother would get me gold jewelry for my birthdays and events and I always thought it was in the spirit of the occasion. Little did I know that it was in preparation of the big day, yes, her daughter’s wedding.

Fast forward to 10 years, at almost 20 today and a sane mind later, the thought of dowry totally disgusts me. Conversations with my mother over this often lead down the hill to nowhere as neither of us agree with the other.

A system prevalent in our Asian societies which is still a controversial topic in this modern day and age, what do you think about dowry?

The practice of giving dowry (jahez) is not part of Islam, although it is widespread in Pakistan. In fact, it is a practice which has never been supported by Islam and is not common among Muslims of other societies.

The form of dowry is either an amount of cash, goods or belongings given to the bride by the bride’s family at the time of her marriage, in order to attract a good spouse for her. It then becomes the property of her husband or his family upon his marrying her. However, women are not the properties of their families and should not be traded like a material good. This is an offending practice and an exceptionally sad and unfortunate act that we see being conferred every day in our society. It is a sick and ruthless yet acceptable practice for the family of the bridegroom to demand a certain amount from the bride or her family, usually the bride’s father, without which the marriage cannot take place.  The scourge of this wretched practice is to such an extent that many women don’t get hitched on the grounds that their families can’t meet the considerable long list of requests by the husband!

It is in fact the total inverse that Islam has ordained in a marriage and that is the giving of the dower (mahr) by the husband to the wife with a specific end goal to indicate typically that he has acknowledged her financial responsibilities. The dower is a privilege only for the spouse. It is her ownership and none of her guardians or relatives share any piece of it. Nobody has any control over her concerning how she wishes to dispose it.

What we see happening in our society is very bizarre. Another lamentable aspect of dowry giving is that it is turning out to be more and more a matter of a vulgar showcase of wealth. Nothing could be more un-Islamic in motivation than this. The practice of performing a marriage quietly, without any flamboyant display of wealth is the example set up by the Prophet (PBUH) himself. He married off his daughters in the simplest possible manner. There was nothing in it at all for the bridegroom that could be named as dowry. The Prophet (PBUH) said:

“The best of the marriages is one which is least burdensome in the financial sense to the families of the bride and the groom.”

Thus he cleared a way for people of all times to come to live a life without stress and strain pertaining to daughter’s marriages too!

The practice of dowry given from the family of the bride to the groom can just be avoided with co-operation from everyone. The youthful grown-ups need to consider this and do some genuine exchange with their folks about what’s Islamic and what’s only a social practice. The parents should invest as much as can afford, to educate the girl and to inculcate high ethical and moral traditions instead of spending  on dowry. Let’s not remain silent because of fear of upsetting someone and say no to dowry!

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Harmain Khan



Theme: The Way I See It



Nabeel Qureshi’s second movie Actor In Law showcases comedy on some serious issues staring top notch actors Advocate Rafaqat Mirza (Om Puri) playing a role of Shan Mirza’s (Fahad Mustafa) father, and very beautiful Meenu Screwvala( Mehwish Hayat) playing role of a journalist and protagonist’s love interest who later also supports Shaan Mirza.

Shaan M is a struggling actor whose dream is to become a superstar but his father Rafaqat Mirza wants him to continue his law degree. Shaan visits number of directors but failed everytime. He gets frustrated by never ending rejections. Then he finds his stage in the courtroom when a client in need mistakes him as a lawyer. From here the actual story and exciting events starts.

AIL satirize issues like politics and our politicians , media houses and their rat race for rating, electricity department, harassment of women in public and a trend of fake bengali babas with frolicsome comedy which common man can easily relate with their lives.


Kudos to the colorful and melodious sound tracks especially I love the one “Dil Ye Dancer Hogya” by Atif Aslam. Cinematography is too good. Most importantly the dialogues are amazing with no VULGARITY. Overall the movie and the story-line is good.

Looking forward to more such comedy movies 😀


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Sanabil Javed

Theme: A Sigh of Love

Fate Matters More Than Sincerity


Yes people do fall in love with all their heart. They render their souls to their significant others. But despite of putting all the efforts, they end up somewhere else. Somehow the destiny makes them bow their heads and they submit themselves to the fate entirely. They cry, they fight, they protest, they beg not to get separated from their loved ones. But their fate has something else in the box for them. I have something to share with you people, it is about a couple who met the similar fate.

It was in her school days that Sameen and her classmate Shoaib fell in love. Things went good as the time passed but after 7 years they broke up as Shoaib was afraid that his family is conservative and they wont accept Sameen. They thought it was over but one day Sameen was at a school reunion and Shoaib wasn’t there. When she was about to leave after 20 minutes, Shoaib got informed by his friends that he can meet her in person if he wants to. She had no idea of his coming up. Within 10 minutes he was there, he wanted her to come back to him and promised that once he gets successful with his career, he’ll surely persuade his parents to ask for her hand. Samreen felt gratitude and accepted his apology. They were back again. This time she was head over heels for him. But their relationship again was on the verge of breaking down. And it finally did after an year when Samreen came to know that Shoaib has a successful career going on about which she was not informed and at last when she wanted him to ask his parents for her proposal, he told her that he cannot do this as a huge family drama would await him after that with no positive results either. Sameen was broken. In every prayer she asked Allah to reunite them again and that too till eternity. But nothing changed except that she got engaged to a guy who lived in Jeddah. Later she and her family came to know that the guy was indifferent to her and that she’ll have to stay in Pakistan with his family until he gets settled there. Sameen didn’t want this engagement to go further as she dreaded the outcome of such marriage. The engagement soon ended which resulted her to suffer from severe depression and sleepless nights. She didn’t know what she would do with her life anymore. But even then she hoped that there will be a little light at the end of the tunnel.


Now this is another story of a guy whose name is Yousuf.

It was a very difficult time for him indeed, he never imagined that his father would die so early, infact he never thought of his dying at all. It never occured to him that this could even happen. He was sitting in the hospital when Azra came running towards him and sat down near him, tried to console him and wanted to stay by his side all the time. Days passed and he began to realize that she is a woman who is fiercly loyal towards him. Yousuf had decided along ago that he would marry her and eventually as the time passed he asked his mum to go to Azra’s place and ask for her hand. Everything went swiftly, both families seemed agreeable to each other but her family apparently had taken more time to give any response than they were expected. And then her family said No. Both the lovers went through hell and what not but things didn’t change. Her parents were determined. And they were both left miserable. They probably were not destined to be together. Allah wanted something else for them.

You must be wondering at what happened later with them. Where did Sameen and Yousuf end up. Well here is the twist.

Yousuf and Sameen were cousins. Yousuf was just two years older than her. Both of them had their own different lives although they were good friends but they apparently were not interested in each other. Nobody had any idea that each of them were committed somewhere else already. Yes both of them were deeply in love. Both of them had chosen their partners for life. But after what happened with them, everyone in the family especially their Nana wanted them to get married. They moved on and eventually realized that they were meant to be together. They respect, love and care for one another 🙂

So, no matter how much two people are sincere to each other if they are not meant to be together then they never will be.

Nageen Jawed

Theme: Rantings of Mind


A terrible incident took place in Multan a few days ago when a young person was attacked with acid, suffering burns on over 50 per cent of his body. Usually -“ as much as 80 per cent, in fact -“ when an acid attack takes place in the country, the victim is a woman. In this case, though, the genders were reversed.

The victim, a 24-year-old man, had been invited over by a 36-year-old woman to her house. I am sure there is more to it than this, but the woman, who apparently was already married and the mother of four children, proposed to him. When he refused her, she threw acid on him, before fleeing the scene. She was arrested a day later, but the awful occurrence for the man has sparked a rather nasty reaction on the internet.

On Facebook pages of both leading Pakistani news websites, commentators have reacted with laughter. Some have gone as far as to suggest that the scores have been made more even; after the multitude of women that have been made to suffer acid attacks in this country, it was good that the tables had turned.

It boggles my mind that I even have to write this, but it is complete and utter madness for anyone to suggest these thoughts or to find humor in a situation like this.

Yes, women have suffered more acid attacks, but how does this young man hold responsibility for the crimes of others? There is no scorecard. This isn’t India versus Pakistan in a cricket match. A victim of an acid attack is a victim, regardless of gender.

So please spare a thought for this human being with hopes and dreams like anyone else, whose life has been turned upside down in a nightmarish incident that has left him permanently disfigured and possibly without the use of his eyes, ears, and more.

On the other side of the coin are numskulls claiming this was the case of a woman acting out as a result of the women’s protection bill.

Let’s get one thing straight. The bill protects women from being attacked. It doesn’t grant them the rights to throw acid on anyone.

There are also misogynists asking feminists to explain the incident, which would be as stupid as asking every American presidential candidate of all time to take responsibility for Donald Trump.

Acid attacks are a serious issue in Pakistan. The victims are usually women but, as this case shows, it can be men as well. We have a problem in this country where we can’t take no for an answer. Our sense of self-entitlement has reached such heights that anyone who refuses our wants is to be mistreated.

If we are going to tackle the issue in Pakistan then we need to regulate the sale of acid. This morning I asked around at a few shops for this blog and learned that certain stores will still sell a bottle of the stuff for less than Rs 100. Yes, that’s how inexpensive it is to destroy a life. Why isn’t law enforcement taking care of this?

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On a deeper level, both the incident and the weird reactions to it display how little we value life in this country, and our lack of respect for other people’s boundaries. This is why we abuse, threaten, burn, rape and kill so easily. It’s our way – or the highway.

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Lubaba Hasan

Theme: The Way I See It

Sugar, spice and everything nice!


While heading for his work, a friend’s car got bumped into by a motorcycle which appeared out of thin air. When he saw the bike coming to an abrupt halt and the rider taking off his helmet, heaving a sigh, my friend braced himself for at least a verbal fight and began rolling up his sleeves. There were no bounds of his surprise, however, when the guy apologized profusely for the (nonexistent) damage done and even offered to pay for it.

My friend had to pinch himself to believe it.

In a country where everyone is always in a hurry but hardly ever reaches on time, Pakistanis are eternally involved in mortal conflicts. From waiting in line to driving a car, there is just no way you can get past us without causing a provocation. We push, step on each others’ feet, honk louder or simply mutter profanities loud enough for our transgressor’s hearing range. We are never courteous enough to let someone else take our seat, let someone else pass on a busy road or simply just throw a smile at a stranger! We are raging bulls with our daggers drawn out 24/7.

It seems as if apologizing or thanking someone is a bigger offence than hurling abuses at them now.

I know, I KNOW you have had an awful day. Your boss is a cross between a fire-emitting dragon and a blood-sucking Dracula. The last time you had a raise was before Adam and Eve. Your girlfriend (who does not even know how to spell loser) just called you a looser. And the day is just too hot. No doubt you are annoyed. And the sole way to put things to right is to pass on your angst to other people (preferably someone lower in social hierarchy than you). You revel in self-caused satisfaction, triggered by your dutiful nastiness towards others. Sooner than you can say ‘kaleidoscope’, the world surrounding you becomes a steaming, foul-smelling cauldron of pessimism. You exasperatedly put your head in your hands and think, “Why is everyone so mean?

It is like being stuck in traffic and complaining about it.



Throw in the mentality that aggressiveness equates power and politeness screams ‘Trample all over me!’, and there you have the perfect concoction for curing good-naturedness and amiability.

“But certain people are just so adamant to expose my hidden fangs!”  You might argue.

Does it make you feel better? No.

Look, in this dog eats dog world, humanity is our sole beacon of hope. We are counting on it to make things better for us. So quit fighting. This is certainly no wrestling ring you can display your newest move in. Do not counter someone else’s snaps with your own. Endure. Our loss of patience is causing more harm to mother Earth than global warming!

Take time to be nice to people. And yes, I cannot think of a better word than nice this time. ‘Nice’ has its own niceness we all should be seeking. After all, my most prized memories are those of total strangers who stopped by to offer me free rides on a hot, sunny day, shared their food with me, and stopped only to ask if I was okay or to compliment me. Besides making my day and putting a smile on my face, they actually made me want to be a better person.

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Aliza Anees