The Seven Children

It's been awhile since I'd active over here. A month, I assume. The reason  was simple: I was waiting. There's been enough of melancholy and blood in my blog, too much politics and tales which don't have a quite convenient end, not in this world, anyways. So yes, I was waiting for something almost...magical (seems … Continue reading The Seven Children

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Heros – But No Capes

Today, while driving past a busy traffic signal, I came across a man who forced me to put my camera down and look up- which is a big thing, considering how much hard it is for me to put that device away. We were in a hurry, an everyday story- late for the dentist appointment … Continue reading Heros – But No Capes

9/11

Yes, it was fake. We all know that by this point. Nevertheless,  let's be human. It's a fact that people died that day, a hoax or not. 2,976 Americans. 2,976 families. They were the victims of a devious drama, no one should go through what they did that day. No one deserves to die like … Continue reading 9/11

When will this stop?

Today, I finally read about the Rohingya Muslims. About the atrocities committed against them. About the evilness in the world. And those barbaric Buddhist, people who wouldn't dare harm an insect, but are willing to crush the little fingers of children by running them over with a motorcycle  (and yes, that has taken place. A … Continue reading When will this stop?

That blocked road

Its been six days since I've arrived home, four days since my college test and one year since it's rained. When you've studied from four in the morning to two in the night (*sigh* the things we medical students go through), it takes more than fifty six hours to regain the normal functioning of the … Continue reading That blocked road

Burhan Wani

On my way to the academy this morning, I passed by this board that swang between two trees. I ignored it, considering it another marketing add, the ones that adorn every corner of Pakistan. It reappeared as we turned for Karachi company (a sort of market), and then again on the back of a punlic … Continue reading Burhan Wani

The Shoeless Kid

Two days ago, on Chaand raat*, I walked the richest streets of Islamabad for some last minute shopping, when I found this kid hugging the bed of the concrete floor. He slept a little far from his Burqa-ed mother, his eyes shut, his body curved into a comma. The mother held out a few miswaks … Continue reading The Shoeless Kid

The “Van” Attack

A small "van" attack was carried out just hours ago by a non muslim driver against Muslims praying taraweeh  (a sort of prayer)  in the Finsbury Park in north London. The crowd of Muslim worshipers while leaving the mosque late at night (because taraweeh take up a lot of time and effort) were run over by … Continue reading The “Van” Attack

A Forgotten Story

(all due respect to Makkah, Madina and the general people, I only have a problem with the government) --- Today, I want to talk to you about four common names with quite uncommon stories. I am sure you have never heard of them before, neither did you hear much about what happened to them. A … Continue reading A Forgotten Story