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

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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

Comments, Words and Palastine: No I’m Okay.

There come days when life hits you so hard that every hill you ever transgressed is reduced to a pile of ashes, when you jump across rocks and tumble down from a pebble, and then life gets the last laugh (annd tust me, life looks every ugly while laughing. Kinda like that monstrous one of … Continue reading Comments, Words and Palastine: No I’m Okay.

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

To the one who Wronged,

To the One who Wronged, Remember that week before the first Ramadan, when your mother encouraged you about fasting? When your father talked about the taraweeh animatedly and your sister smiled at the mention of Iftar. And the way you, too, felt a buzz in your ears and a desire, a small, dwindled flicker perhaps, … Continue reading To the one who Wronged,

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

Rahma Warsame

Racism. A vial term, so openly practiced in today's lifestyle.  Yesterday, in Columbus, Ohio, Rahma Warsame, a Muslim female, was beaten unconscious by a white male, that too for defending another Muslim women from harassment, as per Columbus Chapter of American-Islamic Relations. The attacker even yelled, as witnesses told afterwords, the following words of hatred … Continue reading Rahma Warsame