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365 Days. 365 Lessons.

In her famous novel, Their Eyes Were Watching God, civil rights activist and novelist Zora Neale Hurston says, “There are years that ask questions and years that answer”. Whether you’ve known this quote for years or have just read it, I’m sure it strikes a chord one way or the other. I believe it to be a constant in every passing year, this asking of questions, though the answers may not always be at our disposal. That said, this Q&A rally often comes in different forms be it an experience, a chance, a new relationship, a calculated move or a lesson learned. Some might find it debatable that all of these forms are eventually a subset of the lessons learned, but that’s not what this blog is about. And speaking of lessons, this year has had quite an extensive syllabus for me. Every single day had knowledge acquisition involved in it. While some days the learning was modest, other days it was more pedantry, and I would love to share the same with you. No, not every single 365 of them, only the more conspicuous ones that won’t take up too much of your time. Let’s start then!

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There is something so relaxing yet enlightening about maintaining a diary. I’ve always had a predilection for writing diaries but this past year, I understood the true essence of it. It’s not only about writing down the day’s events. It’s about what you thought at that time when a certain something happened, or what you’re thinking while you’re writing it down or how it all made you feel. It’s the keeping of the ‘secret you’ that you wouldn’t dare display before others, till of course you embrace yourself completely and are proud of what you are.

It’s also a realization of what and who you are at that point in time. There is a lot that’s going on in our minds and we often take it for granted because it’s just there and always has been. It’s not until you write down your thoughts that it sort of hits you like a ton of bricks. You become more aware of whether you’re made up of more empathy and affection than malice or vice versa. Whether your maturity is what the world expects it to be or whether it’s a compilation and implementation of your own experiences. It’s because of this that you are constantly au fait. It becomes a day to day and eventually a minute to minute process of not only keeping a track of your thoughts and feelings, but also preventing yourself from letting them take a toll on your life as a whole.

Oh and of course, it improves your writing as well!

smile

Earlier this month I was standing outside a supermarket, waiting for my brother when a woman as old as I, passed by. Now I had never met this woman before nor had I ever seen her, but she smiled at me. I kid you not, it made me feel like I was a welcome citizen in this world. We spend a good chunk of our lives, whether we accept it or not, wondering if people are approving of our esse. It’s like we’re at an audition for our dream role, but can’t stop thinking if we’re fit for it or not or if we’re ever enough. I assure you, that smile made all of that contemplating disappear into thin air. I’m not saying we desperately need someone to validate our existence because we should be sure enough of ourselves. I’m saying while there’s that perennial battle of us losing our esteem because thank you world, and yelling at ourselves to get up, dress up and show up; we inevitably look out for such smiles. So my sincerest gratitude to all those who have smiled at strangers. You make this world a better place, and for those of us who don’t, now might be good time to start!

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Loving someone to madness isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Though I’ve been told if you do get a chance, do not back down. Loving with such intensity isn’t always the romantic kind of love. It’s just love. It is bitter sweet, more bitter than sweet in some cases. It is debilitating. Stomach clenching and elating at the same time. There will come a time when you feel your arms and legs have turned into jelly and a panic attack is on its way. There will be days when you wake up with extreme sorrow and you would just want to go back to sleep, but you can’t because who’s going to pay the bills otherwise and you can’t let the world know you’re in a completely vulnerable state. There will be sounds and whiffs that will at times uplift your spirit but majority of the time, macerate it. Anytime seeing them in trouble would be perturbing for you. You’ll be reminded of that one thing or person no matter what you do and wouldn’t be able to do anything about it, but that’s strength in a way, no? Seeing and accepting everything that isn’t in your control and learning to live with it? Learning to be happy with how things have turned out to be and genuinely be wishful for their happiness? That’s crazy, but that’s love.

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Or the subway. While I was in Dubai, I got to travel a lot by the Metro. It’s a great experience! Not because it’s state of the art or because our country doesn’t have transportation like that, but because you get to see so many people. People from various nationalities and ethnicities and professional backgrounds. It’s inspiring! Of course not in a judgmental way, but you tend to wonder what their stories are. Are they getting late for some place they should’ve been at by now? Are they tourists who’ve mistakenly entered the ‘women and children only’ section? Are they doing just fine or hardly making ends meet and thinking of going back home where earning a living wouldn’t be so taxing? What made them pick that book out, or that tattoo for that matter?

It was on the Metro that a young lean Nigerian man came up to me. He was wearing a white shirt and blue jeans. Before it arrived he asked me if he was on the right train to the UAE Exchange station and he was. Later on, on the train, he walked up to me holding a couple of folded white sheets of paper in his hands. While slightly bending forward, he brought his hands forth, entrusted me with those papers and uttered one brief sentence, “please, this is my CV”. He walked away before I even had a chance to register what had just happened and why. To date, I wonder what made him think I could be of any help to him in such desperate times when he was ready to work as a security guard. I still have a copy of his CV, if anyone in Dubai can help, please shoot me an email. Cheers!

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We’ve said and heard it all our lives, but I think this year it hit me hard. Time does fly by. Like a breeze, taking with it most of the sand from your hand, leaving behind only a few grains. I still remember the earlier months of this year like they were yesterday and yet it feels like there’s so much time that has gone by. Quite the dilemma. There were times when, just like at school, I would sulkily stare at the clock and wait for the time to rid itself, but mostly I would just wish I had more time. More time to spend with my loved ones. More time to talk to people whose company I enjoyed. More time to listen to songs whilst in the car. More time to procrastinate before I left the house to do something substantial with my life, because we all crave the void, the nothingness of that extra short spell to just sit and think about… noting at all! And just like that, Shakespeare proved himself right, “the swiftest hours, as they flew”. Flew to a faraway land of no return. As cliched as it may sound, time I now understand, is indeed an asset along with everything it has bequeathed us with.

travel-world-globe

Travel. Alone if possible. Even if it’s just to small close-by places. Even if they’re one-day trips. Travel! Prior to this year I had no idea what an antidote travelling could be. It was somewhere in February that I took one of those tours to Hingol National Park. That feeling of getting away from the usual melodrama of daily life for just a few hours was so exhilarating and addictive that I wanted to do it again right then, and that feeling hasn’t died down a bit! I had traveled before but this time was different. I’m not sure if a child in a candy shop would be the right description for it or not, but trust me when I say it’s on the same lines.

travel-alone-get-lost

Travelling alone teaches you tremendously. Especially if you get lost in that process. I did. I lost my way from Dubai to Sharjah. It may sound silly and it sure was, but though I had technically made it to Sharjah, I had no clue where I was. The signs didn’t seem to help. My phone died on me like talk about great timing! I didn’t know the name of the street I had to get to except that there was a supermarket on it and to my luck, that supermarket has branches in several other places. I didn’t invite a lot of help given the little I knew. By the end of it, the tension in the back of my neck was agonizing. I thought I wasn’t going to make it but I did. Always do. So what did I learn from that formidable experience? Charge your phone and carry a power bank for starters! Know your surroundings. People help, if you let them and most importantly, being calm when lost is nothing short of a crusade, but is absolutely attainable.

blur-leave-behind

When I resigned from my previous workplace, a lot of people showed their dejection. Said how they would miss me and how things wouldn’t be the same with me not being around. It was all very overwhelming but I knew they were only going to miss a part of me. The part they had gotten used to. They clearly don’t know every bit of me. Maybe all they saw was the good in me and that’s because they’re good human beings themselves. And that’s troubling at times. It sort of made me feel guilty. Guilty because they don’t know the tenebrous side of me, and whatever I left behind seemed nothing but a blur to me because people don’t have that kind of time to dwell on something for so long. It could totally be the other way around. People could be leaving behind a gloomy picture only to be quite the sunshine in verity and the best part is, they’re completely indifferent to it because these effects that they leave behind don’t define them and that is precisely how it should be. You are not what people think of you and it’s up to you how you perceive and live by it. That said, even though it’s just a blur you’re leaving behind, it’s best to make the most of every opportunity you get to be nice to others.

posts-lies-social-media

This is more of a reinforcement than a lesson as a whole. I know a few people on my friends list who put up posts they wouldn’t deem as true in a million years. The only reason most people post certain things is because they tend to get more likes on it and it’s something you and I would share without putting too much thought into it. This point may seem slightly petty but it changes our perspective on a lot of things and people of course. (un)Fortunately, the social media gives away a lot and the irony of it all is that I’m using the same to get this blog to you. LOL! Such is life I guess.

forgive-yourself

I had a hard time forgiving myself after certain instances had taken place in life. But that was one of the worst things I could have done to myself. It’s like you’re the captain of a ship that won’t budge because it’s been anchored and that shouldn’t be so because you’re set to sail into the horizon. It’s unnecessary baggage and it’s best gone. Yes, it is easier said than done, but the more you live with it each day, the more you would wish for it to have never existed because it’s vanquishing! It hurts us and those in our influence. Yes, for some forgiving ourselves is not even taken into consideration because we hold ourselves unworthy of it. Forgiving yourself doesn’t necessarily mean you forget what you’ve done or justify it in any way. It certainly doesn’t mean you’re weak. It means you’re letting go and giving yourself an opportunity to overcome all that has happened instead of leading yourself as prey to your own derision. It means you’re living your life the way you’re meant to.

 

Well there were many more lessons, but I’d rather end it here. Even though some of us may consciously or subconsciously believe time to be a man-made construct, we all understand what a roller coaster a span of 365 days can be. I hope the ones gone by were noteworthy in every positive sense of the word for you. I also hope the 365 days yet to come bring you not only prosperity, but also joy and steadfastness.

I wish you luck, lessons and a very Happy New Year!

Life lessons from IFRS 9 – Impairment

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I was going through the my daily prayer routine when I noticed a verse in the Bible saying ‘Nothing is new under the sun’. This got me thinking, how would I explain IFRS 9 – Impairment to someone who is not an accountant. Here’s my attempt. A young man was given a portion of his inheritance from his father. At the time of presentation his father said ‘Use these funds wisely’. Being obedient, he used the funds to help out his friends whenever they needed money, over time he built a portfolio which produced regular periodic income for him and helped him to maintain a lavish lifestyle, fueled by his youthful optimism and the success he lent money without looking into the borrowers too much believing the good times would last ad infinitum. This carpe diem attitude meant, his losses which were few would be covered only when these arose. Then…

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Diamond in the rough – Roaring Springs, PA

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What’s in a name some ask. If a town is called Roaring Springs the first thought would probably be that of rushing rapids complete with adrenaline junkies flexing their muscles against the might of Mother Nature’s very own Hercules – water.
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Whilst the drive to Roaring Spring from Clearfield PA is filled with clouds kissing the hills and wild bushes enveloping the ever green pine trees. The roads mimic life with their blind turns and hidden verges.

Upon arrival at Roaring Springs you are greeted with the soul calming tranquility that only Roaring Springs can offer. The quietness is amplified by the sweet chirping of the birds. It is here where you feel God reaching out His healing hand that touches your soul to leave it serene and quiet. It is here where you can experience the sound of the stones crunching beneath your feet and you realise that the…

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Review: Reflections of a Man

By Jamaluddin

If you are looking for a book that will provide you with an insight on the complexity and beauty of personal relationships, then this is the one for you. The author wrote this for every strong and independent woman out there.This book has become a sensation ever since its launch in the start of 2015 and people are buying it at every bookstore and every online marketplace such as EBay or Kaymu.12348582_10156352183240192_756271665_n

Every page will make you say “That is the truth” or “Oh now I understand.” This beautifully written book goes inside the mind of men and women and tells the untold meaning of many things that people face in their relationships. It uses the amalgamation of beautiful words, soul touching poetry and striking quotes to create the perfect fusion that hits those hidden feelings of any person. The exquisiteness of this book is that it just doesn’t explain something to you, it engages you with it. The author tells you to write, express what you feel, tell the world what you want to. It makes you want to tell your heart out!

For a woman, this spectacular piece of literature will be a true eye opener. You will read through the pages and each one will make you realize how amazing you are and you are worth so much more than what you imagine. It gives you the ability to recognize your abilities and your value. You learn never to settle for less, to give yourself the respect you need to achieve great heights. It gives you the concept of what is the “wrong man” for you and how he can lead to a huge disaster in your life that you do not evenrealize. And the most important thing you will learn is to never settle for something that doesn’t let you comprehend your true potential because you are a woman with undying and untapped capabilities.

For men, it gives a take on the complexity of the woman mind and emotion. You will learn what the woman desires emotionally and what you can do to make her feel worth all that she is. Not only will you learn about her, you will have a new take on yourself too. It will make you relinquish the old perceptions that you have and learn about all the new points you never saw. You will see how to increase your abilities, raise your standards and be the man you want to become.

Overall, the book boils down to those settling elements that tell you exactly what you need to do in order to have the perfect relationship with each other and how each individual can make themselves better to add more life to their connection. It will give you sound advices that every person in every lifestyle can relate to and make their love grow more. This book will heal your broken heart and give you a whole new perspective on your life.

Reflections Of A Man (Book Review)

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If you are looking for a book that will provide you with an insight on the complexity and beauty of personal relationships, then this is the one for you. The author wrote this for every strong and independent woman out there.This book has become a sensation ever since its launch in the start of 2015 and people are buying it at every bookstore and every online marketplace such as EBay or Kaymu.

Every page will make you say “That is the truth” or “Oh now I understand.” This beautifully written book goes inside the mind of men and women and tells the untold meaning of many things that people face in their relationships. It uses the amalgamation of beautiful words, soul touching poetry and striking quotes to create the perfect fusion that hits those hidden feelings of any person. The exquisiteness of this book is that it just doesn’t explain something to you, it engages you with it. The author tells you to write, express what you feel, tell the world what you want to. It makes you want to tell your heart out!

For a woman, this spectacular piece of literature will be a true eye opener. You will read through the pages and each one will make you realize how amazing you are and you are worth so much more than what you imagine. It gives you the ability to recognize your abilities and your value. You learn never to settle for less, to give yourself the respect you need to achieve great heights. It gives you the concept of what is the “wrong man” for you and how he can lead to a huge disaster in your life that you do not evenrealize. And the most important thing you will learn is to never settle for something that doesn’t let you comprehend your true potential because you are a woman with undying and untapped capabilities.

For men, it gives a take on the complexity of the woman mind and emotion. You will learn what the woman desires emotionally and what you can do to make her feel worth all that she is. Not only will you learn about her, you will have a new take on yourself too. It will make you relinquish the old perceptions that you have and learn about all the new points you never saw. You will see how to increase your abilities, raise your standards and be the man you want to become.

Overall, the book boils down to those settling elements that tell you exactly what you need to do in order to have the perfect relationship with each other and how each individual can make themselves better to add more life to their connection. It will give you sound advices that every person in every lifestyle can relate to and make their love grow more. This book will heal your broken heart and give you a whole new perspective on your life.

 

 

 

 

‘Til Death Do Us Part

The inspiration of this post comes from a thought that has been, by choice, unanswerably well-grounded yet loosely trailed. A thought, too often shunned away simply because I’m pretty much the doubting Thomas when it comes to the implementation of it. A thought that has sent me off to a world of ponder, the ever so popular question, but this time by my mother, “What sort of a guy do you want?” I had no idea it would be thrown at me but I’m glad it was.

This shouldn’t come as a surprise that I know exactly what sort of a person I’m looking for as a partner and mind you it’s not a prince on a white horse or whatever the fairytale stuff is made up of. The year 2015 is nearing it’s end, and women are earning through respectable means more than ever before. In this day and time when I can make a living and be independent, manage some bills and necessities on my own, why is it then that I would need you, dear future husband? Should I marry you just because you earn and can provide? What more are you bringing to the table?

They say you should pick the one that’s right for you. Sure. That helps! For a person who can’t decide which dessert is the right one, that really helps. You see you might know what you want, but what if it’s not the right one? Does that even make sense? Well if you ever do find yourself in such a lost state of mind , our culture’s there to the rescue. It has the stereotypical yet godlike prototypes who should apparently be your blind choice. The ones who are good looking. The ones who’ve got the dough and the ones who have achieved so much in life that you question your existence. The question however, we fail to ask is, do these looks and achievements bring respect and compassion into the relationship?

Most men toil towards preeminence in careers and wherewithal. It is clearly not wrong to bear such a drive but should that be enough for a life that is to be shared? Yes men who strive for excellence are preferred but only if they could all strive for excellence in rationality, in immaterialism and in intellectualism as well. Someone who has the ability to incite reasoning with an on and off splash of harmless wit is always welcome everywhere, right? So why not in a relationship?

The ideal husband would be one who is financially stable and maintains a well-reputed position in the society. The society. Oh what a slow and poisonous predicament this society can be. The society has set the quintessential husband, or wife for that matter. It is unfortunately this very society that makes us believe that black is the best option. Grey is simply inadmissible (and no I’m not talking about Christian Grey here). Cursing the society would be unfair because I’m a part of it too and haven’t moved an inch to help it recuperate. Maybe now’s the time to change the course of the society’s acceptance. Or at least I could try.

We all get married because we ought to tie the knot by a certain (read fixed) time. If not, a well-knit weave of pitiful and loathesome stares, raised eyebrows and cold whispers whilst eyes on you become your unfortunate destiny. Hence we put our nose to the grindestone in order to make the big day a success in terms of time and acceptance by the society. This is of course regardless of anyone actually being ready to surf the waves. But when is one really ready? How does one know?

The month of November brimmed with celebrations as I experienced a few good friends take their vows. Jubilant, joyous and pretty much geared up for the life ahead, these couples looked like they were right out of a Disney movie. The weddings seemed perfect. The brides were as pretty as a picture and the grooms equally handsome. The guests had a ball, the children stole hearts in their adorable attires and the priests gave their blessings. So what’s next? Happily ever after?

Every single time someone gets married, I can’t help but wonder what it’ll take of them to make it till the end. How will they survive in that bond for what, ever? What part of them will melt with love and what part will cringe with annoyance? What part will come forth and what part will die? I guess even though the relationship status changes to ‘married’, it’s complicated. Not that I speak of experience.

You know we make things complicated. We focus on the outside and rarely the inside. What if she doesn’t want to bring dowry and doesn’t want your accomplishments in return? What if all she wants is your naked soul because that’s all she has to offer? What if he wants to be heard and wants someone who he can crack jokes (even burp) with without having to worry about offending the missus? What if all we want is to be who we are and not a customized byproduct of the society, especially in a relationship?

We’re so caught up in the outward mess that we’re oblivious to what it’s like to accept and be accepted in all honesty. I mean I don’t want a guy who is unable to understand that there’s an equal input of pluses and minuses from both ends, and that working together to bring these on the same wavelength would actually mean a successful “til death do us part”. I don’t want to play snakes and ladders for the rest of my life. I want goosebumps, the kind you get when you feel the evening breeze. Or the racing of the heartbeat when you’re nearing your vacation destination. I know I’m being an utterly hopeless romantic for expecting this from a marriage, but it’s possible with the right one, right? I’ve seen it so I know. I don’t want a bed of roses, they wither away. I want a bed I can go to sleep on knowing the one next to me might snore like wart hog but is there when I have a flat tire on a rainy day.

Parhlo Pakistan!

  

Over the years, people have been quietened for one reason and one reason alone; they speak. They speak the truth. Whether it is within families or in the parliament, the ones who speak up are never really celebrated. They are always a threat. A dauntless threat to the many daunted. This unfortunate reality has made its way to this day and time with pretty much the same efficacy as that in the past. That said, the ones who are hushed are stronger than ever, and for those who find it difficult to speak their mind, Parhlo is here to help!

Parhlo kicked off on November 10, 2014, with the idea to encourage the indubitable youth of Pakistan to voice their thoughts without the worries of an unnecessarily tyrannical society. With the passage of time, the youth is becoming far more aware of its surroundings and the variegated characteristics affiliated with it. Hence more able to speak their mind on the ills and the favors this world has to offer. With these brass tacks in hindsight, Parhlo, though in its initial stages, is providing the youth with a forum to come together and contribute to a cause which in the near future will lay a solid foundation for breaking stereotypes and an expression beyond oppression.

To help reach the masses, Parhlo called on the Twitterattis and bloggers for a meet-up at the Regent Plaza on August 24, 2015. This was a successful attempt to educate those who’re able to influence the social media. An introduction to Parhlo and its purpose led to a discussion where the bloggers asked questions regarding the future goals of the organization along with the sharing of their personal experiences. The participants spoke about how creating opportunities is imperative and that one needs to be strong from within to create such favorable circumstances. However, one must realize that the implementation of such notions are better said than done and that the freedom of speech we are hoping for will undoubtedly take longer than a dawn.

Whilst taking baby steps, Parhlo is aiming at a campaign in the coming month by the name of “Voicing the Youth”. This will encourage the younger generation to vent their feelings and thoughts in a productive way while they learn about the thoughts of others. Whether it’s thought-provoking or an anathema topic, these people will be given the chance to voice their opinions. As they embark on this journey, we wish Parhlo the very best and hope to see its rapid growth in the near future!

Pakistan Mubarak!

I just heard the song “Bara Dushman Bana Phirta Hai” a while ago. Eyes welling up with tears was probably a natural reaction. I couldn’t help but wonder how strong these children have been to stand up after having gone through a traumatic experience at such a tender age . These young warriors of life watched those beasts tear their worlds apart, witnessed the gruesome deaths of their friends and teachers but still managed to go back to school. Where does that strength, that fervor come from? What makes them so resilient? What makes them such zealous citizens of this country?

A week ago, I had asked my students to write a short passage on “What Makes You Pakistani?”. At first, they were slightly hesitant and even fooled around, making a joke out of it but eventually submitted their work. They read their passages in class and luckily the resultant task was exactly what I expected and wanted.  They mentioned how gifted we are as a nation and how blessed this land is, pretty much the usual claims, but slowly and gradually, they opened up and started speaking their mind. They spoke about how vehement and steadfast we are as a nation and how undivided we are no matter what the catastrophe may be. That every single one of us, regardless of our cast, creed or color is a charitable person. Now these students of mine include grown-up men and these grown-up men couldn’t help but get vulnerable and emotional. That sentiment was obviously carried onto me as well.

We sing about how alive we are as a nation and that this mother-land is ours, no qualms about that. We wear green, celebrate and show off our love for Pakistan like it’s the first and last thing we own. We pay tributes to our brave soldiers and unsung heroes all of the time. We break the laws and run the light too. We cheat and lie as well. Not that I’m saying it’s okay to cheat, but every nation does that. There are liars everywhere in the world, but unfortunately these ills are common commodities here. But does that make us any different from the rest of the unforgiving realm? You bet it doesn’t. We’re as talented, competent and intelligent as the others and nobody can take that away from us!

#HONY. Who doesn’t recognize that hashtag? Who doesn’t know Brandon Stanton? He’s been very kind to have portrayed a very positive image of Pakistan to the rest of the world and I can’t thank him enough. This act of his makes me happy and sad at the same time. Happy because I love how everyone is seeing such a different picture of Pakistan and sad because I wish one of us had thought of doing this for Pakistan instead of shaming it on the internet through endless posts and memes. Yes we’re not perfect but we’re far from being hopeless.

We live in a country where young men still want to join the army despite all the hardships we face as a nation. Their passion to serve the country is beyond words. They’re ready to crush the enemy down to the ground for having raised an evil eye towards our country.  This passion by the way, is not just restricted to these men or to social media posts. It’s there within us, each and every one of us.

The white strip on the flag represents the religious minorities of Pakistan. As Christians, we’ve unfortunately faced many hurdles because of our faith but that hasn’t shaken our love for our country. We place our right hands on our hearts when we sing the national anthem and scream with joy when an Indian batsmen loses his wicket. These are only a couple of examples of what makes all of us Pakistani.

If you’ve ever had the privilege of travelling abroad, you probably know how good life is there. There’s implementation of law, respect, people minding their own business and an over all superb way of living. You’d obviously be tempted to live there and secure the respective nationality. I swear I’d want to get any European nationality any given day but would that change who I am? Would that stop me from singing “Dil Dil Pakistan” or screaming “Zindabad” after the cue of “Pakistan”? Hell no! My brother has been living overseas for about a decade now and still wears green when he steps out on the 14th of August. He stills loves Pakistan just like thousands of other Pakistanis living far away from home.

Our love for our natural resources, our foods, our language and our people are the reasons why we’re Pakistani. Whether it’s the highest mountain range or the deepest sea port. The sexiest men or the youngest Microsoft certified professionals. Whether it’s the fastest girl in Asia or the girl dancing like crazy on the Snapchat Independence Day story. We are who we are and Ustad Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan was right when he sang, “..jabhi tareekh rakha hai iska naam Pakistan..”.

Pakistan Mubarak to you all!

Eid Mubarak!

  

It was a usual evening when everyone was busy buying iftaari and simultaneously catching up with each other at the local neighborhood market. I was waiting in the car while my brother bought a few things for home. As I was waiting and hoping against hope for some showers from above, I saw a lady along with her teenage daughter walk up to the shops ahead. The delight on the mother’s face was unmistakable. Moments later they returned with some treats in their hands. Treats innate to any teenager. Since they were audible, I heard the mother say, while pointing to a French fries’ vendor, “tumhe ye walay chips achay lagtay hain na tou jaldi se le lo!” The daughter, who was inwardly jumping with glee answered, “kya ammi, aaj tou aap mujhe saari cheezein le kar de rahi hain!” Any salaried person would understand the reason behind the mother’s joyous spending. I wonder how long they waited to finally spend like they just did. I suppose that must’ve been Eid for them. 

So a month of fasting, iftaar meetups and tiring shopping comes to an end. A month which was a constant battle between devouring scrumptious meals and trying to lose weight for the jubilation ahead. A month when people from every walk of life and every class managed to celebrate every break of fast despite the sky-rocketing prices. Amidst all the merriment, this month witnessed some heartbreaking moments. A week long of deadly heat snatched loved ones and smiles from helpless families. There were people dying and then there were people who cared not for themselves but for the lives around them and went out of their way to help those who suffered due to mismanagement. A special thanks to Jibran Nasir and his partners who put everyone, including me to shame by showing exactly what humanitarian work is.

While many take another serving of sheer khorma, there will be many who will forever wait for their children to come back from school. This will be their first Eid without their angels. So when we fill ourselves to the brim today, how about we say a little prayer for the APS victims and their families. 

Nonetheless, it is that time of the year again when wrists are adorned with a clinking rainbow and henna is dyed to a deep hue of celebration. When the merry stirs in kitchens bring life and aroma to a much awaiting air. Giggling young ones joyously scamper about collecting their due gifts. Crisp and jubilant attires show preparation for a festival that is Eid to millions. A time when grudges are put aside with welcoming embraces and ear to ear grins. Families and friends plan out their days only to say Eid Mubarak! 

I do sincerely hope that you all have a wonderful and safe Eid. Also, may these days be a joyous repetition and may they always be filled with laughter and warm hugs. Eid Mubarak everyone! 

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