This is a poem originally written by Aizaz Ahsan, Pakistani barrister and politician, himself and re-written (with changes) by Bilal Meer.
It was performed by me. We know how we recorded this and edited it… the thing we do for love 
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Is dunya main har koi judgemental hai!
Simon Cowell is the biggest judging person on Earth! If he wasn't, you wouldn't see him breaking hearts on American Idol, would you?
Is say pehley kay aap boleyn,”Naheen, main naheen hun. You have no right to judge people!”, main apko idhar hi chup ker wadu.
Let me say this once (and will repeat it when forced to do so): EVERYONE in this world is judgemental. Yes, even you.
Put aside the fuzool ki behes that being judgmental is wrong or right. Yeah, those who say they aren’t and advise and sometimes even say it in your face, NOT to be judgemental, are the first ones to do it. They don’t stop doing it themselves and they never will. Know why? Because no one can’t STOP being judgemental.
Aur please woh MY POINT OF VIEW aur MEREY OPINION ka wazeefah yahan mat parhye ga.
If you say Justin Beiber is gay. You’re judging him. It is NOT your point of view or opinion. If you say Mahira Khan (Khirad) and Fawad Khan (Usher) make a lovely couple… you are being judgemental. If you say Shahid Afridi is a Cheetah… yes that’s right… you just judged him! Did you just see a couple holding hands out in the open and call them awara and beyhooda? Yep! That was you being judgemental.
This brings me to the main reason why I wanted to post this.
You see, everyone’s judging everyone. The so called secularists, liberals and modern people who say they don’t judge people, DO judge people. Acha… Naheen kertey? Really? Then why do they call the mullahs, extremists, Islamists the enemy? Or WHY do they even label them with those words? Yes, they are judging them beta.
Vice versa, the extremists, scholars of Islam are no different from these secular people. They label them as liberals, beyghairat, beyhooda… aur pasandeedha lafz unka KAAFIR hota hai unsey mukhtalif logon kay liye.
The only difference is the maulvis and Islamists don’t find judging others a bad thing. They do it themselves aur us hee ki tableegh kertey hain. But the secular, peace-loving, open-minded humans HATE judging people (so they so) and those who do so. LOL! They hate themselves? Funny.
Touh… Moral of this post: Everyone is judging everyone. Yes, you too. If you dislike or hate this post and call me a bad writer or paagal… YOU… ARE… JUDGING… ME. Saheeh hai, ghalat hai ye kerna, aik alag behes hai.
Filhaal kay liye itna hi, mazeed posts kay liye visit kertey rahye ga.
Tabaahi hameysha ghar say shuru hotee hai
“Damage starts from home“, is my second favourite performance (and video *selfish with evil grin*) on 24/7 Online TV and in Girl Power.
The beginning always amuses and this is the 14th time I have watched it minus the exaggeration. The ending just… it just hits me.
The guy sniffing the drugs is Shoaeb Jahangir, editor at 24/7 Online, actors to puree ki puree team hai! Mashallah say actors ki kamee naheen parhti! Bohat mehentee hain!
The cool girl who asks for the cigarette is Ayesha Tajwar, the project manager at 24/7 Online TV. Sub multi-talented hain!
My mother and father fighting are going to be kept as a secret. Top secret actors!
Watch and give your feedback:
Loag sirf tanqeed kertey hain
This is my favourite performance in Girl Power, for 24/7 Online TV. “Iswaqt Bhi Tanqeed Ker Rahey Hain” was shot differently before. It was nothing like this and in the end, the shoot looked abrupt.
So, Shiraz (the camera man, D.O.P), Raju (second camera man and the guy who criticizes me in the video) and the chawkidaar of our office Noor Zali (the guy you see lying down on the street and I give him credit for remaining the same way for at least 35 minutes – um hello! He was wearing a white qameez shalwar and it was FRIDAY – Ab do credit banday ko!).
It was sunny and no we didn’t pay the crowd. It came on it’s on. You see a guy on a street (assuming he’s dead), you will… STOP AND STARE. Phir pata chala kay shooting horee hai!
I loved it when it was rendered, handed over and we watched it together at work. I just LOVE it!
Merey Pak Fauj Kay Jawano Kay Liye
Is post ka title mainey… Wait! I have a confession! Before I say something else…
I always wanted to join the Pakistan Army. Don’t give me a concerned look, waiting to check my temperature to see if I’m normal. Please! I expect people to say,”Really? Wow! That’s awesome!”. Khair.
Why, you ask did I want to join it? Well, I love the khaki uniform and the respect a military person, a soldier receives when he/she goes out on the streets (when on vacations). The way people look at them must boost up their strength and make them think that they are heroes. Every single one of them.
Wapis ati hoon apney adhoorey jumley per… Is post ka title is related to a video of mine on 24/7 Online TV jo kay mainey Pakistani soldiers kay liye record kerwai thi. Ji unhee soldiers kay liye jo kay 7th of April ko, Siachen main, aik avalanche ki zad main aaker, uskey neechey dab gaeyn hain.
I couldn’t do much for them besides praying and saying this. Please share it as much as you can. It will be appreciated. Shukriya.
P.S: Bilal Meer, a writer in the making and my soon to be husband, has written this.
Dedicated to women… and women only!
This was a recent package recorded for my show Girl Power, on 24/7 Online TV.
Can you relate to this craziness and insanity in women? I know I can, because I am one of them. But I don’t call it coo coo-ness. It’s the passion and love of every woman in Pakistan.
I was taking a look at some of the comments that came on the video and MOSTLY men had claimed that this is all what women think of and they’re stupid. Ahem? Don’t even get me started! Khud ka gariyon ka, mobile phones ka, gadgets ka craze aur hum larkiyon/aurton ko paagal kehtey!?
Please don’t call women stupid. Or we’ll call you that as well and it’ll start an Armageddon!
My height of unsurity
How can people be so sure of things? Whether it’s a good experience or bad one? How can they be so sure that what they’ve experienced may actually happen (99% of it)? What if it doesn’t? Will they take responsibility for what they said or advised you or will they say, “Well, God’s given you a brain to use. Why didn’t you use it when I was talking?”
I thought unsurity wasn’t a word because WordPress spell-checker tool marked a red line underneath it when I wrote it. There… It’s still there. Moving on…
I was thinking about writing about a blog post since last Sunday. But when I think about writing and updating my blog, I feel as if I have nothing to say and nothing to write. I am unsure what to say. On top of that, I feel people laughing at what others write and I see them laughing at mine too. That’s what stops me from writing, from taking a another step.
Remember when adults used to say (and it’s not like they’ve stopped), “What will people say!?”. It’s the same excerpt this time it’s on social media, on WordPress which is shared on Facebook and Twitter. A voice in my head says, “What will people say!? What will they think?!”. I didn’t yell back, “Screw them!”. And I don’t know why.
Coming back. I think that’s the reason why I’ve begun to stutter and I’ve made it hard for me to talk properly. I sound like a kid – my voice and my speech. Yeah, I know I have to work on that all over again.
I am still unsure. I unsure how many people will criticize, how many won’t and how many will appreciate. But I will post this, and will add more.
But I’m still unsure about a lot of things and a lot of people who are about to come in my life permanently (or that’s what I am told to believe).
How can people be so sure, while I’m not?
My Asim Jofa Suit
Has anyone ever had the feeling of not having their dresses stitched just because they are packed beautifully and neatly? Well, I certainly do.
I bought an Asim Jofa suit (not stitched) thanks to Top Choice Fabrics - for delivering it to my place. Ever since I’ve seen it, I don’t feel like soaking it in water, or getting it stitched.
Stepping out with a camera…
Has anyone ever said how NOT easy it is to step out with a camera into the public for the first or even the second time? Well, I am. It is not as easy as you think it is. Fun? Yes. Easy? Hell no!
I went out to record Nadia Hussain’s Lawn Exhibition 2012 at the Imperial and it’s pretty amazing I actually did not sweat.
It’s not like I was afraid, or scared, or freaked out. It’s just that it was my first time doing something like this. Here’s the video,
Yeah, so I said one line after the second time I tried. Hey! The number two is my lucky number. So second event and second effort wasn’t wasted.
This doesn’t end here. I know I can do much more and way much better.
Yes, she is pretty and tall.
Life is like a somersault…
Have you ever predicted, early in the morning when you wake up, that today is going to be one of the good days of your life (if not the best), but it isn’t? You wake up on time, have breakfast on time, dress up on time, leave for work on time, reach the office on time, turn on your computer on time do everything on time. Everything’s fine till at some point during the day something not so very good happens.
You’re fine mood turns a bit down and you happen to take that out on others, sometimes you gulp it down, and sometimes if you react others take it way too seriously and react back at you. You see, you may be in a fine and fresh mood but not necessarily will others be.
I am one of those people who hopes every morning, everything will be perfectly alright and the day will go by smoothly, but something happens at the end. I sometimes screw up at some very tiny point that changes things for quite some time – something you’ve worked hard on just changes and all your effort is flushed down the toilet.
It’s more like a somersault. In an instance your life goes from upside right to upside down and freezes there instead of flipping and landing on your back…
Hmm.. that does make sense. Life is like a somersault. It goes up and down and if not’s handled rightly it can even dawdle to the sides. But the thing with somersaults is you can’t go backwards. You have no choice but to keep moving forward.
So even if my day does not go the way I want it to be, or even if my day does go by perfectly yet the end is screwed by none other than.. ME, I have no other option besides having to look forward and making sure I don’t repeat the same mistake.
Smile for your own good
A smile is a curve that sets everything straight. Phyllis Diller
A smile actually changes moods and I learned that yesterday. I always underestimated it’s power or never knew it was of any value. I smile rarely, mostly because my jaw bone hurts from framing that curve and keeping it there for a while, till the other person leaves or looks away. But yesterday I learned that it could get me out of trouble.
There comes a time in life when you grow up, start working and your work timings get tangled and you come home late. As I am my mother’s only child she worries about me when I’m out. I have to say it’s very caring of her. Yesterday, I showed up late at home cause of a tire puncture. As I reached home, I saw her standing in the balcony as usual. Her face filled with anger and I imagined the scenes that would be played as soon as I stepped into the house. I was already laughing at my colleagues’ comments about me not coming to work after today. I stepped out of the vehicle and out of no where I smiled looking up at her.
Her face expressions changed instantly and I thought what I saw was not for real. I went up thinking if she had actually smiled back or was it just my imagination. But there she was standing in the doorway, laughing. What a relief-no lectures, no anger, no slamming the door or cabinets. All fixed with a wide smile I came up with at the right moment.
This proves that a smile does put things back to normal or even better than that. If you’re stuck in a similar situation, always remember to smile. It works like a charm. Trust me, I do it often now and it works every time. So start smiling and start repairing faces.
Life Goes On…
Writing after a long pause. What has happened so far? Hmmm…Let me recall my memory.
Well, my cat gave birth to 5 kittens and adopted a sixth one.
I have attended three classes of the magazine writing course. In the third class we were given a chance to interview Louis. J. Pinto a.k.a Gumby.
Then I was suffering from an infection but everything’s fine now alhamdulillah. People are getting sick a lot now a days. Children have chicken-pocks while the adults have a severe fever.
This week has been dysfunctional. A relative passed away on Tuesday night. The sadness hadn’t faded an inch when yesterday evening I heard my neighbour’s son scream, “Ammi look what happened! Look what happened!”. That awoke me from my once-in-a-week, afternoon nap. My mom was at the relative’s house for the ‘Soyam’. I didn’t feel like being a part of it at all. So I skipped it and fell asleep withing minutes.
I heard Noman run downstairs making too much noise then coming back up screaming those sentences. His youngest sister, Neesha, who is 3 years old started crying very loudly. That made me jump out of bed. I heard Noman shout again,“Keep her outside! Keep her away from it!”. His sister was still crying but her pitch was lower than before. I went upstairs after washing my face and rang the bell.
Lubna, their eldest daughter opened the door. I asked her what happened and she let me in and told me that the cat had dropped one of the male kittens from the 5th floor, the roof. She had bitten into his throat accidentally and let go from the top. I saw our neighbour’s wife sitting in the middle of the living room holding the little kitten in a cloth and applying ointment on the bitten mark.
The body had swollen up with one eye bulging out, the neck twisted yet there was still life in the poor little thing, it was breathing. The skeleton inside was shattered as the bruising was visible. God! The sight of it gave me goosebumps.
Outside the cat was strolling left to right, meowing and putting her paws in and out from beneath the gate. Inside, Noman had started to weep along with another sister. Lubna gave me the details while I watched her mother rock the kitten gently. Noman was sitting and looking out from the gate when he saw something fall down very fast and heard a splat. He ignored it. But when he saw the cat run down and heard her meow loudly he dashed down the stairs and saw that the thing was one of the kittens.
I sat for around 45 minutes and watched as their mother soaked a cloth in milk and squeeze a few drops into its mouth. I returned home when my mother came back and told her what had happened. After 15 minutes the azaan for Maghrib was called out. Lubna informed me that the kitten passed away right after the azaan.
I was still in tremor and had started cleaning to get my mind off of the terrible incident. When I recieved a text message from my dupatty wala telling me that two men had been killed by a trauck at Gulberg Chowrangi that is a two minute drive form my place. The entire incident is the reason there is a strike today and the reason why I am at home typing this and not at work.
Around 11:35 p.m, I heard sirens and went out to my balcony and saw to my right a parade of bikes and cars following the police trucks and some on the side of the humongous truck. It was gigantic as I saw it pass in front of my eyes towards the police station across the road to my left. The truck’s roof was getting stuck in the tangled electricity wires. It broke off one of the illegally attached wire from the P.M.T pole.
I found out that the people wanted to burn the truck cause it was owned and driven by a Pathan who had escaped immediately when the accident took place. The police had used tear gas to refrian the large crowd for setting in on fire. I thanked God it was a good decision otherwise if they had burned the truck, the flames would’ve have been so high that the electritity wires wouldv’e caught fire and then God knows what could’ve happened.
I thought about the incident later after midnight and came to a conclusion- we have a long way to go and I’m not sure if we’re ever going to make it. And after all these happenings, life goes on.
How I wish…..
I was listening to some of Shaykh Hamza Yusuf’s lectures on Youtube a few days ago. Later on I surfed the internet and found the link to Zaytuna College, founded by Hamza Yusuf in 1996.
Details: http://www.zaytunacollege.org/about/
I was stunned as I was going through the images of the premises.
Hamza Yusuf is one inspiring and impressive man. I really admire him like Faisal Qureshi (host of Bang-e-Dara and CEO of Personality Quotient). I met Hamza Yusuf when he came to Masjid-e-Bilal in Beaverton, Oregon. My cousins were there too. I was eleven that year.
After looking at the pictures (literally lost at the atmosphere in the photos) I wished that is there was a college like his here in Pakistan. I remain on my wishing that he’d come to Pakistan and have a class here. But nobody knows him here. People are unaware of FQ, how would they know Hamza Yusuf.
I really really really wish I could attend the Summer 2011 course Zaytuna is offering.
How I wish I walked in through this door and said salam to everyone passing by.
How I wish I took pictures of this flower.
It would’ve been really nice to sit in a class so tidy like this. I even smell the air through the window right now.
Oh GOD! This picture makes me want to jump into it! Like in Blues Clues!
Look at it! It’s so clean and fresh! Lovely!
I would’ve sat on this sofa and read a book or did my homework!
Here’s the amazing Hamza Yusuf on the right!
Everything is so tidy and looks fresh. The students there are not horrible mongrels like they are here. They respect each and everything either created by God or man made. They take care of every little things around them. While here the biggest of monuments are destroyed by spray paint and the ART of PAAN SPIT.
I really wish we had this kind of an environment here in Karachi. Everything looks so serene in these photos. I do plan to have a small place of my own as neat and clean as Zaytuna and will administer educational ideas and thoughts there. It’ll be a complete learning institution.
God bless Hamza Yusuf and may he succeed more and more in his life and God help me in achieving my goals. Ameen!
Invigilators!
What has happened in the past weeks:
Done with three exams.
Justice Javed Iqbal’s parents murdered by their son.
Salman Taseer killed.
Earthquake in Karachi which some people barely noticed such as myself.
Back to my exams!
Something I was concerned about during my exams was the less usage of cheating and foul means. Then I found it that it matters what college it is. Otherwise there are still unlawful methods taken to pass an exam here. My examination center is APWA Girls Government Degree College Karimabad.
The teachers are….well as usual they are the same kinds every year. They don’t answer when you say salam. If you ask more than one question they pass rude and harsh comments. So it’s better to stay quiet and say whatever you want at the end of the exam if you don’t want your marks deducted. Yes, they take revenge by decreasing the numbers.
One of the invigilators was very extremely rude. In her early thirties, heavy in weight, dressed in sky blue with a scarf tightly pinned around her head. As I entered the class with the permission of the assistant invigilator (who was half of her partner in size and voice) I started looking for my seat with my role number written on top of the desk with chalk which was unclear. From way back, behind a desk a loud voice yells ,”What are you doing!?”. It was the Pakistani version of Mrs.Trunchbull (Matilda’s principal). ”I’m looking for my seat,” I answered annoyed by the tone and the way she asked. She then told me sit wherever I found an empty seat and will later shift us according to our role numbers.
Somebody had woken up on the wrong side of the bed that morning!
During the exams she didn’t let anyone move which was a good thing. She was laughing and talking to her colleagues as I observed her from time to time. The invigilators all ate and chatted about something. Another teacher came to join in the group and not be on her duty.
I wonder they talk about. My mother-in-law bought a very nice dress and I felt like tearing it. Or….My husband got me this ring isn’t it nice? You should’ve seen my sister-in-laws face expressions when I showed it to her! You could’ve clearly seen the jealousy she had within her for me. Or…..My father is sick. I am so worried. His medical expenses are out of the budget and is making everybody go nuts. …..So on.
I wanted to ask the bullying teacher some questions regarding the process of the examinations held here and she said, “I am on duty right now.” To that I replied, “I know you are. So can we do it after you’re done?”. ”After this I’m in a hurry to go home and that is all I wish to do”, was her answer with an attitude.
Okay I do respect teachers and their positions and everything. But HELLO! Will you please stop with the attitude. You could’ve said dear we’ll do it the next time you come if you reach a little early. You’re a teacher, a symbol of literacy, knowledge, respect, grace and tolerance. Have some lingual dignity for crying out loud.
Speaking of crying that teacher made a girl weep during the exam. She made an absurd comment about the girl’s moral character. To which the girl back fired by saying, ” You’re wrong and you should apologize for what you said.”
Wooops! The teacher stared back at her for at least 40 seconds. The girl was my hero of the day! I wanted to clap for her but time was of the essence and I didn’t want to have my exam cancelled. The invigilator was pissed.
Anyway time passed and everybody got rid of that teacher quickly. Thank goodness I didn’t have to sit in her class for my third exam.
Two more left and then I start the rest of the things on my list. I will take pictures of the premises on the 25th.
Oh yeah before you go, here’s a site you must take a look at:
Muslim Wearing Things - www.muslimwearingthings.tumblr.com
Another Effort
I found these painted on the walls of a humongous ground. There was some construction going on a few months back but I guess it has come to a pause.
The construction is underway.
No wonder we are a vulgar nation.
Missing half faith anyway.
kay ho hi na jaye!
I wonder which Quaid is this referring to?
Where is the kachradaan? O yeah, it's the huge ground in the back.
I don't get how this is related to trash and littering.
Right underneath all these sayings is a pile of garbage.
This is another effort made by the city government which will soon within the next two weeks perish, become old and dusty, stinking with garbage.
