Looking at the crazy state of affairs of Pakistan, one is perplexed at how we have reached to this end. People on the streets are fighting for a government in power with the people’s mandate that was ousted by the conflagration of all the other parties. The conflagration continues to rule despite facing harsh conditions
Our generation is stuck in a trendy world where hookups are a party away where fake love is all over the place where trust cannot be traced where honesty is only found in books where friends do not exist, only snakes Where followers define your beauty But they don’t know that you are much more
Holding the laptop in my hand, I stare at the screen for a couple of hours, unable to write, unable to move, unable to take a stand. Never have I felt this helpless in my entire life. My mind is gone numb. I cannot think of anything else. This is heart-wrenching. How can a human
“You should be very proud of your literacy rate”! Growing up, I have heard this phrase a trillion times, and realizing the fact that despite the lack of resources, education was still a pure priority in our small village made me very proud of our literacy rate. Back then, I was not mentally strong enough
It’s not a bed of roses. The smiles disappear, the tears are shed, and the laughter is converted to silence. Still, life blossoms, nurtures and grows. That’s the beauty of it. It goes on. At some point, you feel like killing yourself. You want to quit. But, Nah! When mother nature changes its cycle, when
There comes a time when the scars on your skin no more sadden you; it makes you feel more beautiful. The bruises get carved upon your skin so that it gets impregnated upon your veins. But it does not hurt anymore. It does not make you quit. It does not convince you to end. The