Its bugs me...the fact that i have values...although I agree that im not placed at the worst quadrant in a world which thrives on a disvalued system (who said i was sleeping in mahnaz fatimas class?)
So over time ive developed a certain feeling that forces me to help others and especially little girls who i personally believe are making mistakes with their decisions. Whenever i see a nice innocent girl with a loser, my fatherly instinct comes into play and i try my level best to help her. Thats just me i guess.
For a long time i could never bring myself to visit a girls home, and its not that im shy or anything...its just that my fatherly instinct comes into play. I mean would i let my daughter invite over any other loser that i dont know? I still tend to feel a little freakish and decline to go to alot of female friends places if im invited.
Another place where it comes into play is when guys talk about women and how they blame women for gossip but somehow arent any better off. I reallyy feel sick when men talk about a certain girl a certain way but in the interest of complete social annihalation I shutup. Im ashamed of it, but hey, theres only so much i can do.
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When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite!
When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said: "Honey, I love burned biscuits."
Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides – a little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!"
Life is full of imperfect things…..and imperfect people. I'm not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. But what I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each others faults – and choosing to celebrate each others differences – is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.
And that's my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them at the feet of God.
We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or siblings or friendship!
"Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket – keep it in your own."
God Bless You….. Now,and Always….
So Please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burnt one will do just fine.!.!.!.
She and I were sitting together when the topic of our bachpan ke din came up. The topic obviously lead to school and for some odd reason came to fountain pens...
It made me realize how much i loved to write as a kid. Whether it was weird poetry, or essays or even make believe songs, writing was always a passion for me. And i guess a huge factor of that was the tool that i used, my fountain pen. I used to love going to the market, buying my dollar waali light blue pen and a small bottle of ink. I even remember the effort that it took to fill the ink in the pen and how it was all worthwhile once the pen started writing smoothly.
As a kid, i was never allowed to use a cartridge pen. Quite frankly it was seen as an unnecessary expense that was meant for rich kids. Thus the cartridge pen became an ideal prize that i was willing to die for. Although it may seem as a childish frivolous indulgence, it was just so cool at the time.
As I write about my love affair with ink, alot of memories have come flooding back and i just remembered the first time i saw a parker. The parker pen was the epitome of ink tools at the time, the bmw of pens per say...atleast in my world. I remember that i would go to stationary shops in Islamabad and just go and stand and stare at the Parker range that they would have,...and it was worth it. The beautiful contours of the nib, were something that were the very definition of class and elegance at that point in time...and nothing could come close.
I got my first Parker on a birthday. It was a grey steel hand me down that i had silently been ogling at, during my weekly visits to my fathers office. The fact that my father, one of my lifes idols used it only made it shine as if it were a Rolex that had been passed down from one generation to another. It was a special pen i was told, and i needed to guard it with my life. I did for about 6 months, after which I lost it. I was devastated that day, removed form my mom and barely talking when i got home. I had been given a responsibility and u had failed at it. After about a week of not talking to anyone at home, i ran wailing into my moms open arms and told her the story. I got scolded a bit, but just the look on my moms face was enough for me.
What i however learnt from this experience has remained with me for the rest of my life. It was that no matter what, although my parents would scold me from time to time, nothing was more important than their child...and i love them for it.
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I love my current facebook status update and it really presents the frustration that ive been feeling for quite a while now.
We dont give a shit when our country goes to the dogs. We study about how dictators have all but killed our democracy, how our public sector organizations are ineffecient and our governers are inept. We study about how due to no continuity of policies, our country has now become a lepper begging for financial aid. But we dont do anything about it.
But i will. Ive decided to do something about it. Im not sure just what yet, but ive promised myslef that i will help out, in any way i can.
ive decided that once i graduate and am well settled in a secure job, (that gives me a three - four month timeline) i will dedicate either a certain portion of my time every month/week towards a social cause. It may be providing free teaching/career counseling at the primary level, meeting with old people and listening to their worries or even holding free business planning workshops.
Anything that will help the people of my country in the long term. And i WILL do it.
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Ahmed Mustafa
8:34 AM
Its quite unfortunate that i need to discuss this at all really. I was sitting with a couple of friends the other day and the topic of working women came up and whether or not we would let our wives or daughters work.
Im a solid believer in womens rights. I feeling like spitting on the face of a man that wouldnt let his woman work because " larki kharab ho jayegi". True, i wouldnt want my wife to turn out like some of the women that i have met in my life, but that doesnt mean that i will banish her to the "chaadar and chaardiwaari" of our home. The fact that our social standards are declining does not mean that working women are the problem, in fact, the onus lies on men more so, because in the current times, we have to increasingly ensure that the females in our sphere of influence have the appropriate value set that can conquer all the weird things that may come their way.
What is even more dissapointing is that we even needed to have this discussion at IBA. If the top college of the country can not transform lives, reconstruct opinions and bring social change then what is the point?
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