"In this terrifying world you continuously have the power to offer someone else a little relief. Why would you withhold that? Do you remember what a little relief feels like? It feels like a lot."
I hope next year is softer. I hope you look close enough to see the brushstrokes. I hope the light is always green. I hope you tell old stories and invent new ones. I hope next year is a warmly lit room, and the room is so tangled with laughter, you can’t tell whose is whose.
Last night, Allah saved us from calamity that came in the form of a man with a gun. I request all those who live around Anarkali and GPO to not go out late at night as the crime rate nowadays is rising.
God protect us all!
The ones who have just started their universities, make friends and interact with as many batch mates as you can, because it's better to have spent enough time with good people than to have "I regret not getting to know you earlier" written on your overalls.
This is the kind of weather that makes you want to spend the entire day in your dim lit room with your favourite music and good food or watching season/movies. And here I am, stuck with Pathology. Fml.
Now that freshers are here, hundreds of unfamiliar faces every morning are like a constant reminder that we're living on additional time, have already been replaced and the end is near and it's not that I don't want to get done with this degree asap but I don't like this feeling.
The news of someone's demise comes in everytime with the sudden realization of how fragile our existence is and how insignificant all our worldly problems and concerns are. Cherish what you've got before it's too late.
Life's too unpredictable.
I never thought I would ugly cry this much while reading my overall after coming back home. Heart is happy but heavy. It has been a beautiful journey 🤍
Five years have come to an end. Neither do I want to go back in time nor will I ever want to do it all over again, but there's one thing for sure, that I'm going to miss this place and it's people like hell.
کبھی سوچا ہے
بھاگ رہے ہو جس کے پیچھے
اگر مل گیا وہ تو کیا کرو گے؟
ٹھان جو لی ہے منزل کی چاہ
پہنچ گئے جو وہاں تو کیا کرو گے؟
یہ جسے تم سکون کہتے ہو
اس سے بھی سکون نہ ملا تو کیا کرو گے؟
At that point of adulthood where it makes me so happy to see someone achieve what they worked really hard for, like you made it ??? I'm so proud of you that I might cri a little
Tiktoker Kanwal Aftab with 18.4 MILLION followers wants women to “support” and “motivate” husbands who abuse them. 🤡
Struggling to understand if that means cheering them on as they punch her? Or leaving a reminder to do it again when they’re done? 🤢
A big part of adulthood is suppressing your feelings and not allowing yourself to break down just because you've got pending work and approaching deadlines.
Who is Shaheen Shah Afridi? For the blind, he is vision. For the thirsty, he is water. If Afridi thinks, I agree. If Afridi speaks, I am listening. If he has one fan, it is me. If he has no fan, I don't exist.
on cold winter nights like this one, when everything's quiet and sad and the deepest of thoughts start to cloud my mind and ability to think clearly, i sometimes cannot keep myself from thinking about our dam funds. i just can't.
I'm sick of how this world works. I'm sick of the biased justice and rights it offers. I'm sick of the death and misery all around. I'm sick of all the oppressors and their atrocities. But what makes me even more sick is how helpless I am and how I can't do anything for them.
You cannot make a sexist statement and expect it to be not offensive and you cannot choose or dictate how a person should react to something offensive directed towards them.
If you're unable to understand this then you are the problem and you need to work on yourself.
Whenever you see someone really happy always make a dua for them, a small sincere dua for their constant happiness. It's the least we can do for someone.
A big part of this country is gradually turning into a mob of religious fanatics and this surely happens when you let lose freaks who have nothing to do with logic, education and most importantly The religion.
What have we become?
Who is Muhammad Nawaz? For the blind, he is vision. For the thirsty, he is water. If Nawaz thinks, I agree. If Nawaz speaks, I am listening. If he has one fan, it is me. If he has no fan, I don't exist.
No matter how many years pass that day will forever be engraved in my memory, rushed from school to home before time to see the same uniform I was wearing drenched in blood on the news. Those children left the world on that day, but they'll never be forgotten.
16 Dec 2014 🖤
The number of Covid positive cases in our batch are rising at a horrifying rate. At this stage it cannot be even calculated how many have been exposed. So what exactly are we waiting for?
Maybe right now I fear nothing more than going back to my university two or three years down the lane and not see a single fimiliar face there.
It was once my home.