Beta, Twitter ko halka lain, Twitter hai, zindagi maut ka faisla nahin

Aaj informal type blog scene hai because ghussa bohat hai aur ghussay main kabhi acha blog likha nahin ja sakta.

Aik toh mujhay samajh nahin aati kay dunya jahan ki har cheez per tum logoun nay larhna kyoon hota hai. Matlab difference of opinion naam ki cheez ka toh poori zindagi suna hi nahin ho ga, haina? Bus jo aap nay keh diya woh sahi, baaki sab jhootay toh unnki zabaanain kaali haina? Beta aaaa kero, zabaan daikhni hai aap ki. Ajeeb ho yaar. Matlab argue kertay ho, pata bhi hai kay aglay banday ka different khayaal hai, laikin larhna bhi hai, aur phir khud bhi tappna hai aur doosray ko bhi tappana hai, aur baaki poori dunya ko baith ker laanat daini hai. Samajh nahin aati tum logoun ki.

Aik dafa main hi samajh kyoon nahin jaatay kay aap nay dunya kay rules nahin banaye jo itnay know-it-all banay phirtay ho. Har aik apni knowledge kay hisaab say bol raha hota hai. Laikin nahin, pata hai toh hamain pata warna baaki sab toh bethay hi jaahil hain, aap ki haan main haan milaanay kay liye. Oh woh daikho haathi urh raha hai! Ji bilkul theek kaha aap nay, haathi hi urhtay hain! Idiots.

Phir aatay hain aik khaas kisam kay loug jinn jo hum moralfags kehtay hain. Ji, ye woh loug hain jinhoun nay poori dunya per fatwa laga ker keh daina hota kay aap toh jahannum main hi ghar bananay ka soch lain. Khud bhalay hi namazoun kay waqt bhi nah pata ho, laikin lagay hain doosroun ko zaleel kernay. Aap pehlay zara apnay garebaan main toh jhaank ker daikh lain, kaunsa aap khud doodh key dhullay way hain? Apnay aap ko theek kerna nahin, aaye hain baray poori dunya per fatway laganay. 

Acha uss sab ko bhi chorr dain, aik awaam hai jis nay aaj kal sahi dimagh kharab kiya wa hai Twitter per. Ji bilkul sahi samjha aap nay - Rs. 20 kay 2 follower day do, Rs. 40 ki 10 RTs day doh. Oh bhayeee. Twitter hai kay PhD ka imtihaan jo ziada say ziada number lainay hain? Ussmain bhi itni mehnat nahin ki ho gi jitni tum loug waisay Twitter per mehnat ker jaatay ho. Balkay abhi parha hota toh shaid idhar RTs aur followers per mer na rahay hotay. Main Twitter per jab bhi log in hoti hoon, 4 loug hain jo har waqt apni follower count ki baatain ker rahay hotay ya RT baich rahay hotay hain. Yaar aap ko zindagi main aur koi kaam nahin hai? Ghar say nikaalay gaye way ho? Matlab hadd hoti hai yaar. Doh loug toh aisay hain jo beth ker logoun ko bol rahay hotay hain kay main aap ki follower count increase kerwata/kerwaati hoon, jaisay Tweeps toh inhi kay hukam say sab ko follow kertay hain. (Ji aap sahi samjhay hain kay main kis ki baat ker rahi hoon). Agar aap itni mehnat apni real life per kerlain toh shaid aap ko Twitter per bethnay ki zaroorat hi nah parhay. Juzz saying.

Iss poori bakwas ka basic point ye tha kay Twitter ko zara halka lain. Sar per sawaar kernay ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. Nah apna dimagh kharab kerain, nah baaki poori dunya ka. Twitter hi hai, zindagi maut ka faisla nahin ho raha idhar. Iss liye baraaye mehrbani zara haath haula rakhain aur apni hi izzat ki fikar ker lain, chaahay kitni hi kam ho, hai toh sahi nah. Nahin bhi hai toh zara dimagh ka istemaal hi ker lain. 

Welcome to Talibanistan - Land of the Taliban

“Welcome to Talibanistan. Yes, that’s what the name Pakistan has changed to. The country is run by a little bit differently now, but please don’t be afraid. You’ll get used to it soon enough. Just wanted to give you a little heads up on how things are running here so that you can get accustomed quickly.

Talibanistan is a Muslim country. Any citizen of any other religion is deported or found dead somewhere. The Muslim minority sects i.e Shias and Ahmadis are by all means Wajib-ul-Qatal, since their beliefs are a tad bit different than those of the Talibans, and of course the Taliban do not like anyone to have a difference of opinion with them. Ahmadis and Shias are running for their lives, they barely make it to the airport before they’re shot in the head. All these people are openly labelled as Kafir on print and electronic media.

Women have no rights at all. They do not have the right to vote. They are not allowed to educate themselves and their daughters; it’s considered unIslamic for a woman to go out and try to seek knowledge. Her place is at home. She needs to tend to household chores and look after her children. Of course, they won’t be allowed to work and earn money as well as that is the job of the man of the house.

If a woman is raped, she will be the one who gets a sentence for trying to blame a man for violating her rights, not when she is an object and it is her fault for dressing up in a way which would provoke men.

There would be no cry for human rights, women rights or rights or any sort for that matter. Anyone who does so disappears or ends up dead.

There is a ban on social media. Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, GooglePlus etc are all be banned because they are considered unIslamic.

Women are not be allowed to wear jeans. Any girl without a dupatta, or wearing a short top will be condemned. Come to think of it, men aren’t allowed to wear jeans either. Everyone must wear shalwar kameez.

Violence has become the main problem solver. If there is any sort of problem, treat it with violence. This is the reason why arms and ammunition are so commonly sold nowadays.

Any product considered unIslamic is burnt or destroyed. Shopkeepers are not allowed to keep any product in their shops which might be considered unIslamic, by any standards.

Anyone found eating during Ramazan is beaten up, or arrested, or punished in one way or another.

This is Talibanistan. Land of the Taliban.”

Every politician in the country is talking about peace talks with the Taliban. Do they really think that they can negotiate with this inhumane creatures, who find pride in killing people? They just want power, and they find power in the violence. The Taliban are not dumb; they’re smart enough to negotiate only when they have the power. And when they do get that power, this is what is going to happen to the country. This is how the country will run, with every citizen living in fear and hopelessness. So just to let you know, oh-great-politicians-of-Pakistan, these peace talks will not bear any fruit, at least nothing sweet. Taliban need to be destroyed, they need to be taught a lesson for all the innocent lives they’ve taken. They need to be punished. Don’t hold peace talks with them, carry out a military operation. Or are you scared they’re going to kill you too? And to avoid that, would you give over your country to violence just to save yourself? Or would you be brave enough to save the country first? 

You deserve more than 140 characters

So... you're getting married soon, but 140 characters seemed too less for me to be able to wish you. And I couldn't really send a 100 tweets over to you. So I thought I'd write a post to wish you. I'm sure we've all figured out who I'm talking about here. =] 

You've been through so much, losing your significant other and your beloved, beloved son. I barely knew you back then, but I felt that loss like it was my own. Maybe because I have lost a piece of me when I was young, so maybe I know what loss means, what grief feels like. But you were, and are, so much stronger than me, saying it was God's will. Your faith is exceedingly pure. I was in doubt when I lost a loved one, you just hand it all over to God. And that always means one thing - Jo khuda ka ho jata hai, khuda uss ka ho jaata hai. So you have God on your side, and you should consider yourself very lucky in that.

I know a lot of people, people much closer to you, have been there for like I never have been, even though I wanted to but I just wanted you to know I've admired your strength, your courage. You stood like a pillar when your own heart seemed to shatter into a million pieces, for yourself, for your son and for everyone who wanted you to be alright. Considering the loss you went through, it was a huge thing, and you have a lifetime of respect from me, and everyone from Twitter, for that.

So, now you're going to begin a new phase of your life next week InshAllah. All I can say is that I wish that you will always, always be happy. May your partner always keep you happy, and may your family be every single thing you ever dreamed it to be. May you always be happy, may there never be darkness and grief in your life ever again, you've seen enough to last a lifetime. May you happily tweet your life away hahaha jk, seriously I hope you always always stay the strong and amazing person you have proved yourself to be. Khush rehna, thoray say gulab jaaman idhar bhi yes keranay hain. Aur apni shaadi to the fullest enjoy kerni hai. =D 

Also, you should know that regardless of that fact that I don't know you that well, you're a source of inspiration for me, both through your strength and your blog. Your blog is one of the finest I have seen, and I absolutely love it. Never stop writing. I know you won't but yknow mera farz hai kehna hahaha. 

Hope you like this =]

When will murders on the basis of religion end?

An Ahmadi man, Raziullah Din, was shot at and killed by unknown assailants in Aurangi Town area of Karachi, Pakistan, on Saturday, February 8, 2014. Raziullah Din, accompanied by his wife, and nephew, had left their house when two unknown assailants began firing at him and one of the bullets hit his neck and damaged his windpipe. His wife rushed him to a nearby hospital where he passed away. 

Another Ahmadi man martyred. Did he hurt someone? No. Did he kill someone? No. Was he a criminal or involved in illegal activites? No. Why then? Because he was an Ahmadi. He had a different belief. He believed in one Allah, and he believed in the finality of the Holy Prophet (SAW) as a law-bearing Prophet. But there is one tiny area where his belief differs from the "normal" Muslims of Pakistan. He believes that Hazrat Ghulam Ahmad Qadiani is the Promised Messiah and Mehdi, the one whose arrival was awaited by the whole world. 

He was 27 years old. He left behind a wife and a 2 year old daughter. Can you imagine the daughter growing up without her father? Can you imagine the kind of life that wife will live without her husband, her protector, being there for her? Can you imagine his mother, his father, his family living their lives with a hole that he left in their heart, albeit unintentionally? Can you imagine the hurt and pain everyone around him has to go through with him gone?

There is one thing I can never understand. How can anyone have so much hatred be instilled into someone, how can a person detest another person, a person he barely knows, for his beliefs? How can anyone hate to the extent of murdering someone? I read this quote somewhere - "In every murderer breathes the man he murdered." How can these savage beasts not feel remorse after murdering an innocent human soul? I refuse to believe that it doesn't eat them alive, even if they have been brainwashed into believing that Ahmadis are Wajib-ul-Qatal. How can they kill a human like he's an insect? Is there no value for human life anymore? And if the answer to this question is no, then why so? 

My point here is not to question anyone's beliefs. Everyone needs something to believe in order to maintain their sanity. But if I can believe that, if I can respect a difference of opinion, why can't everyone else? Why is hatred, instead of tolerance, being drilled into our minds? Why is every religion, every sect adamant on declaring war on the other? Why can't we all live in harmony, all religion peacefully co-existing? Why is it too much to ask?

Yesterday, a man died because of his belief. It could be any one of us tomorrow. Raise your voices for discrimination on the basis of religion. Stop this injustice. Let yourselves be heard. Let no more blood be spilt on the basis of religion. Let the value of human life be restored. Let peace prevail.

Bittersweet

You get good grades, you get in a good college. You achieve one thing after the other. You step over milestones. You get married. Big moments are taking place in your life and you're happy. But, there's a thought constantly nagging you at the back of your head. A thought that's slowly eating away your happiness. The thought that your father isn't here. He possible can't be. He can only watch from above.

For me, getting married was probably the most happening thing that could ever have happened. A nerd, I was always expected to get good results, so that was never as huge a thing as getting married, spending the rest of my life with someone else. I think most of the girls here would agree with me. Getting committed for life is a huge deal. 

Throughout the period before my wedding, I kept telling myself that I have to be strong, I have to be tough and handle it like I've handled 9 years of my life. And maybe all the days up to my wedding, I did. But it's the worst possible feeling, a mix between a sinking heart and a broken one to get married without one of your parents. It's a feeling I would never ever wish on anyone.

I used to go to his grave, talk to him almost every day, tell him about the day, how I was, how everything was going on, how Hassan was. I felt he needed to hear it from me, even though my sensible side knew that he couldn't hear or see me. Maybe I talked to him to save my own sanity, I really don't know. Maybe I never will. But my heart was at peace, there was a tranquility in talking to him, to let it all out, albeit in sobs. 

It's so eerily quiet in graveyards, have you noticed? Or is it just me? Like the dead are holding on to every single word we say to them. But in that quiet, I have always found calmness. Even if I have gone home sobbing, I have still always found it the best place to be when you need to talk, to think, to clear your head.

The worst part was me going in yellow clothes, mehndi on my hands, ready for my wedding the next day, to visit my father in a graveyard. To pray for his soul but also to tell him that I loved him more than anyone else, and that the next time I'd be seeing him would be when I'm married. Being a girl and being very close to my father right from the start, it has been an emotional trauma that I've never gotten out of. 

But there were so many things left unsaid, things I couldn't say out loud, for fear of losing it right there, so I thought a couple of things needed to be said, just because. Abbu ji, I hope you can see this. 

Abbu ji, I miss you. Not that I have ever not missed you, but I miss you even more. It was such a bittersweet event, a happy occassion with you not there. Never had I thought I'd be getting married without you there. But ammi took your place, she acted both like a mother and a father so all the credit goes to her for being strong for both me and her. I visited you everyday, I hope you were happy about that, couldn't really go through a day without talking to you. I love you so much, even if some memories are fading away slowly, courtesy of this defected mind. The worst revenge my mind could ever take on me is clear memories of you from my head. And it has. I forget how you sound like, I forget your words, your laugh, the smell of your perfume. But one thing remains constant. That I will always, always love you.

If you're reading this, there's a surprise waiting for you by the end of this year, most likely. I hope you like it. You always told me to pursue whatever my heart told me to, and this time I am, secretly. I hope you like what I have in store for you.

I love you so much it hurts. I hope I'm able to make you proud one day. I hope one day people say that "Mutahir and Lubna's daughter" is an achiever. That is the day I will be content with the life I've lived. Till then, I hope you have faith in your daughter. 

I miss you so much it hurts. Know that.

Saniya.