Some say Panamagate case against Nawaz Sharif is part of Minus one plan applied to PPP and MQM before his party

The Dangers of Minus One Formula

Minus one in politics is often a dangerous idea and is counterproductive. Brutus did not fare well much long after he gave Julius Caesar the fatal blow. That much is pretty true everywhere. Continue reading “The Dangers of Minus One Formula”

I never thought here 30th birthday would be her first posthumous birthday

The Posthumous Birthday

I thought I could never live without her. It was hard to imagine life in a world she didn’t exist. In my mind, such a world never existed. But fate is cruel; it brutally obliterates all that is beautiful and lovely. It destroys every promise without compassion and leaves behind what is only miserable and shameful. Continue reading “The Posthumous Birthday”

my life felt like a cho cho train tucking down a gloomy journey with so many painful stations to stop over

The Cho Cho Train

The train was already late. I was standing at Platform No. 4 of the Lahore Railway station since 3:30 pm. The clock just struck seven, the train was supposed to be there three hours ago. I had been planning this little visit of Hyderabad, Sindh, for over a year. It was one of the cities in Pakistan I had never been to. The last several months of my life had been like a horrible nightmare. I had spent months imagining this visit as a necessary escapade for my ailing wife. But I had never thought it would be in these circumstances. I stood there at the platform holding only the hand of my little boy, my wife was already gone from this world.  Continue reading “The Cho Cho Train”

I am not afraid of loneliness, I am not afraid of the unknown, I am afraid of what I know

The Fear of Loneliness

Over the past two and a half years, I have become insomniac. I can barely sleep. I have always been a nocturnal. I have spent almost my entire adult life being a night’s person and sleeping very late in the night. But I could still sleep. However, these past couple of years have seen me become sleepless. I can only sleep when my body is exhausted of staying restless, when my mind is unable to think or resist. Continue reading “The Fear of Loneliness”

Morality is not abstract, it is absolute

The Folly of Abstract Morality

If there is one thing popular television shows teach for certain; it’s the shades of grey. I am not sure if there are fifty; for I am forever a nyctophile. These shows indoctrinate that there is no such thing as absolutely evil or pure good. This world is not a battleground of angels and demons, but humans where every saint has a past. Continue reading “The Folly of Abstract Morality”

A person who doubts is not necessarily a nihilist

The Doubts of a Nihilist

The other day a close friend suggested that my mind is metamorphosing into a nihilist one. One of my golden brothers is a psychiatrist. I told him about what my friend had said just to see if he could diagnose me of some psychological issues. What he said, well I am not going to repeat it here, definitely sounded like a serious psychological disorder. Now that was something serious because most crackpots don’t really know they are crackpots.

I most definitely know I am a crackpot. So am I really? Continue reading “The Doubts of a Nihilist”

He knew his destiny when he was alive, and even in his death

The Curse of Destiny

There, on the heavenly crossroads, he stood with his head down as his body trembled, tears and sweat dripped from his face like rainfall. The man in the shadow behind his back nudged him and growled, he looked up to the path that winded uphill towards the light and he saw her standing in the pathway. She was beaming with delight, wearing a white cloak and a white headscarf that glowed like first light. Continue reading “The Curse of Destiny”

A colored umbrella among gray signifies individualism

A Tale of Individualism

In a lecture in summer this year, our fine professor, Dr. Amani Moazzam, asked us whether we believe that Pakistan is still a collectivist society. Some said yes, however, there were many who contested this idea. There were strong opinions made across the lecture room in favor of the view that we are increasingly individualistic. The professor suggested that there is a need to study the sociocultural changes in our society that we can only subjectively feel and state as of yet.

I, for one, took the suggestion to heart. And my mind simply hates it when it has to clean up the mess left behind by my heart. Continue reading “A Tale of Individualism”

I Still Want Her to Know That I Want To See Her Again

Things I Still Want Her to Know

Two weeks have gone by and I still cannot believe you are gone. One and a half-year ago, there were many things I wanted you to know; things I wished I had done differently and things I wished I had told you. Just a year ago, things were so very different. Just a month ago, although the doctors had been telling me otherwise, I didn’t want to believe you were going. I know you respected my eccentric nature and still loved me, but I never desired to be so alone as you have left me to be now. I didn’t want you to respect my weaknesses so much. Continue reading “Things I Still Want Her to Know”

Cancer care in Pakistan

Cancer Care in Pakistan

Terri Clark, the Canadian musician, once said when she saw her mother suffer and die from cancer in 2010:

“When someone has cancer, the whole family and everyone who loves them does, too.”

Today, I can completely relate and understand what she meant. I cannot just empathise with her pain, I know that pain.  Continue reading “Cancer Care in Pakistan”

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