Basheer-shabnam letters.

Basheer, a struggling buissnessman in 1970s, moved to Karachi which is one of the biggest city in Pakistan in order to find his career. Alone and unaccompained he wrote letters by telling his feelings to his wife. Feeling the same lonliness in the other part of the country shabnam replied Basheer to his each letter. They wanted to be together but couldn't. Basheer, the only man in the house had to forget his desires in order to fulfil his family's desires.

With effect from Feb 1,2012, a series of their letters with some dramatic and realsitic writing will be publish. The names of the individuals had been changed in order to secure their privacy.

what more do I have?

An account from my very good friend's diary. It was so generous of him that he shared this with me and allowed me to share with everyone. Thank you Raj.

" I dont know, What the heck is with him? He keeps on irritating me. Today when he asked me why did I use his hair brush. I explained him that I did not use it but still he argued with me. I told dad what he was doing with me and guess what my dad said? As usual he said that karan is my big old brother and I should respect him. Then my big old brother took my cell phone because he thought that he bought me that phone and he had the right of taking it back anytime. Actually I thought about all this and yes I really depend for all my belongings on him. Except for mom, dad and  few pocket money, I don't have anything. I really need to be proactive and responsible for myself. Oh  well, time to go to bed
may 23,2005"

He was 11 years old when he wrote this and today he laughs at it because he is a student at an oustanding college. I thought of posting it to my blog because I saw the pre maturness in that 11 years old kid. That proves that we only understand the meaning of life and the importance of the practicle life when it comes upon us.

I realized dad.........

You guys must have heard your parents saying, "Do your work on time!", "You will recall our sayings when we will not be there with you", "Do you know the value of time and how much you have already wasted?". Well if not then I am going to tell you that I have heard such stuff a lot. I stll remember, one day my dad was driving the car. He asked me about the scholarship I applied for. I tried to explain him but  he told me that scholarship was a second option and I should better think about applying for a college. With my respect, he totally discouraged me for the scholarship. One other time, we were outside of our house, he asked me when was the due date for a certain thing and I told him that I didn't remember.

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 He told me that I was helpless and did not care about my stuff. In my 10th grade I used to go with my friend to school everyday. My dad always asked me to be ready before time. Why was that? I never undeerstood. He told me to be kind to my mom. How much more? I was already kind enough. That all his extra questions and advices always made my mood empty.

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Now I think I am getting why he always did that. He did that for my secure future. He told me to apply for a college so that I might not miss my year. He told me to care for myself and be proactive because he wanted me to be a responsible child. Now I realize why he asked me to be nice to my mom because that is the only gift from God that will never come twice. His all extra questions was to make me perfect. To make me perfect, he did his best. He raised his kids to the best level. I don't know, will I ever be able to raise my kids like that? He told me to care for my siblings because two is always better than one. I realized that my brother and sisters are all that I ever wanted to be. I thank to God that I am away from my dad because that's how I realized the importance of him in my life. He made my life perfect. If not ten years than I believe I have grown one step ahead in my life and realized the importance of my life and exsistense.

Guys,let's all make a promise, it's not too late to realize what we all are missing. Today's blog was little dramatic. But drama makes the life easier, fun and surviving. Last but not the least, I realized dad, whatever you said. Thank you.

Santa is real!

Last night we went to my friend's home. I met his little six years old brother, a sensible kid. I played table tennis with a balloon instead of a ping pong ball, with him. While playing I asked him do you believe in Santa? That's what he said, "I believe in Santa but he(Santa)  thinks I am not a good kid that is why he did not give me anything this year". His brother came up and said to him, "You know santa is not real, right?". The kid argued and said, "Santa is real!".

 I posted that on sotwam because right now that kid's life is in that shades of time in which everything is possible in the world. Why can't we be like that all the time. From the whole disscussion with that six years old kid, I realized one thing that if you truely believe in something , someday you are going to get that. Don't ever let your confidence down by some stupid comment or just because it's not realistic. Remember evrything is possible, well except for Santa Claus. :D

Thanks

This year has been a great year for me and I believe for mst of my fellows. There were ups and downs but they were worth it.

Just one thing left to say:

HAPPY NEW YEAR.

In a new town

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I started my journey 4 months ago in columbia, South Carolina as an exchange student. I was confident but a little, very little nervous. Everything was different but not new. Different language accents, different thinking but all that made my starting prettyexciting. I went to a high school, made friends but my first line to any person was the same, " Hey My name is Aqib, I am an exchange kid from Pakistan. What's your name?" That's how I made plenty of friends. I came here to make the concept about my country better and I think I did a pretty good job. In addition I discovered myself. I was one of the most short tempered person in my family but now it seems as if I never was. I always think on matters and sort them out. I love the way life is going and have been to me. There were some bad times , by bad times means simple bad times. But I heard the following line in a movie and I think it's right. And the line was, " The bad thing about good time is that it ends but the good thing about bad time that it also ends". I think it's right. I visited many new places, discovered some facts about my own country while giving presentation about my country. I wrote this blog with no difficult wordings or any other big words because I like to read such stuff and I bet you too.  My life is facing new challenges. Well you know what, we all face new challenges in every sphere of life and that's what ,makes us strong. I know it's getting dramatic but one more advice " Never give up for anything only because it is hard even iif it's your life". 

Independence Day Special!

A Proud Wife

Saiqa, a 64 year lady, had suffered last of challenges in life. She lost her husband after five years of her marriage. The father of her three daughters. The only roof on them. But she is proud of what she had lost. Lets read her life's summary:

"I still remember that 18^th birthday of mine when I woke up from my bed and came down the stairs to TV lounge. No one was there, there was pin drop silence. I walked into the kitchen, no one was there too. I came to lounge again and in a swift everybody pop out and said “Happy Birthday”.  Everybody gave me their gifts and my dad instead of giving me any present, gave me a envelop and said, “Go open it and come back and tell me what you feel”

I went to my room and opened it. It was a picture of a young man; it was my proposal for marriage. He was the son of my dad’s pal. He was a soldier in Pakistan Army. A bit of anxiety, contentment and melancholy came into my eyes. I came out of my room and my siblings gazed at me. My father came crosswise to me and I said, “Whatever you feel, I am content with your choice”. Those days were beautiful, when Saad (my fiancé) use to come to our house and saad use to gape at me. Days passed; finally our wedding day came, the blissful night ever.

 Saad was a soldier so he came to home on weekends. I lived with my mother in law in hasanabdal. 5 years passed so quickly and happily. I had three daughters. The youngest was 11 months old. On that weekend, Saad came to meet his daughters. We planned to have a party for our youngest daughter. It was her first birthday 6^th September 1965. We invited almost everybody. It was very early in the morning on 6^th September when saad got a call from his senior officer; he told him that India had came to the Pakistan border and will attack at any moment so he should be at his position very soon. Kissing her daughters’ faces he left dwelling. He said that he will come back today if he gets a chance to celebrate her daughter’s birthday.  He told us all to not to fret. This was the time when India was going to attack on Lahore with tanks and jet planes. I prayed and sent him with a smile. At that time Pakistan got tanks but they were very less, almost one tank of Pakistan was in front of 5 Indian tanks.

Everybody came to our house in few hours and asked about Saad. I told them everything. Everybody prayed for Saad and rest of the army. Due to bombarding everyone had to stay in our house for all day. It was 5pm when my brother knocked the door. I went to open it. He told me Saad is in a bad condition in Islamabad hospital. I was almost choked at that position. Without telling anyone that I am going to hospital, I went to hospital with my brother. There were so many curfews in the way that it took hours to reach the hospital. Finally we reached the hospital. I saw two soldiers with a dead body and I almost fainted. But I stood and went to that body and lift that white cloth and it was Saad!

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 I shut that cloth immidiately. There was a silence; I did not know what to say. It seem as the world was stopped for few seconds. I cried as the world was ended. I was choked. black shades came infront of me. My brother shook me and said you should be proud of him. He gave his life for Pakistan.  

 At that time I wasnot in a condition to say anything but I prayed to God ,“Thank you God that you gave my husband a shaheed’s death”. In that particular seconds My whole life just ran infront of me. I thought of all the people and soldiers who died in this war. Saad death was due to a bomb, he was standing far from it but its one piece got straight into his heart. I along with my brother and soldiers went to my home, the time was 11.30pm. Saad fulfilled his promise. He came to his daughter’s birthday. I am proud to be her wife. It’s been forty six years but I still remember his white face. He wanted to so do something for his country. And he did his best to protect it. Hats off to all the forces who try their level best to protect country."