He Is Important

Over and over again he comes in front of me

Explain me the bitter verities of the world

Staring  him with my heartstick thought

Does he know something more than me?

He  seems to me like a page-turner

Though he is a jinx who has nothing

In his life because he is deadwood

For this world where everyone pretends

He is important you know?

He is parsimonius to save future

But never intended to hurt your emotions

God make him in a way where he creates lust in him

It’s only you who can heal him

Wounds inside him

Words hidden in him

Oh! Dont worry, things will work

He will realise your love

But don’t forget he is important

Never think your efforts are futile for him

High and low, he will see you

I know heebie-jeebies are there in your heart

But remember the daredevil

If he succeeds, you can

Never give up, because he is IMPORTANT






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Learning to survive without love

Do you think it is difficult to survive in this world without love?

I searched a lot, but I couldn’t find it in people. I can’t call them human being because they don’t have feelings anymore. Everyone is fighting. Some of us for father’s love, some of us for mother’s love, some of us for our partner’s love, some of us for friend’s love. Ironically there is no US. Continue reading “Learning to survive without love”


Dil sukoon mai nahi hai. Kuch hai, Something is there which keeps haunting me..

Kho gaye hain hum kahen, Iss bheer mai,

Konsi roshni dhund rahay hain?

Konsi pehchan bnany ki koshish kar rahay?

Jab sukoon hai he nahi tau what we are finding? Do we realize even?

Please comment below if you are in peace!

Flaws Inside Us

You felt the part where you have hurt by me

You noticed words, which I had said

You saw my flaws, but not my perfections

You thought, you know me well, but you don’t

You are living a lie where you cannot see my pain

You thought, there was a problem in situations

You choose those, who were never yours

You left us, behind them

You felt the part where you have hurt by me

And never realised, there was another part hurt by you.

You could fix the things, but you missed it

You felt the part where you have hurt by me


Rakhwalay Banay Hathya-ray

This Culprit is walking around you in Abu Dhabi, Karachi, UAE, Dubai, Chakwal,Dhuman, Dhapai, Bahrian, Iran, Turkey, Rawalpindi, Pakistan. His name is Muhammad Bashir. He murdered his own uncle-brother of his father into pieces along his family members for the sake of Property. He gave money to police officers of Dhuman police station to change investigation.

On 16/6/2008 my grand father Muhammad Khan son of Lal Baz Murdered, when he was going to transfer his property to my mother. FIR no 104/2008, under section 302, 364, 348,349, 148,149 ppc in police station Dhuman Chakwal, Muhammad Bashir ( the one who murderer) and other four other accused pulled down my grand father from suzuki and took him to one Haweli and killed him. After the incident, Muhammad Bashir, the Main culprit ran away to abroad, flight no EK601, Dated: 26/6/2008 from Jinnah international airport Karachi to Dubai. He has got two CNIC’s, 37201-64094267, 37201-17765335, Passport no, KE645857, Date of expiry: March,2010. His two brothers are residents of Dubai and they changed their mother name in Bashir’s visit visa. DPO Chakwal, wrote a letter to IG for the extradition of accused. IG wrote a letter to Home Secretary. Home Secretary wrote a letter to DGFIA interpol through ministry of interior and they wrote a letter to foreign affairs in 2009. Deputy Director ( MI-III) ministry of foreign affairs, all necessary documents in Arabic and English language sent to embassy of Pakistan in Abu Dhabi. On 16/July/2010, controlled no A-4648/7-2010, the Secretariat General of interpol, lyon France has issued Red Notice of PO Muhammad Bashir. After this Deputy Director NCB interpol wrote a letter to all Pakistan airport and IG’s for arrest of Muhammad Bashir. From June 2008 to November 2017 a lot of letters process happened in Government of Pakistan and Government of Abu Dhabi but Muhammad Bashir could not arrested. On 5/12/2017, he came back through fake passport in Pakistan from Abu Dhabi but he wasn’t arrested at any airport. On 6/December/2017, with melafied of Police he arrested in police station Dhuman. On 13/December/2010, father of Muhammad Bashir( culprit) gave a written statement under section 342 that Murder of Muhammad Khan was done by Muhammad Bashir. Muhammad Bashir gave 8 to 10 Lacs rupees to SHO Faisal Manzoor and IO, Sub inspector Gulzar. After taking bribery, both officers wrote in their Zimni that Muhammad Bashir wasn’t present at the place of incident and he is innocent and Challan sent to court on 27/1/2018. Case is still going on.

We heard “Law prevails”

In this case: Bribery prevails, Culprit prevails.

If you need mor details, contact here through comments.

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Wo jo tum mai aur hum mai itefaq tha

Tmhain yad hai?

Nahi yad hoga tmhain

Tm bhool gai ho apny unchaaiyun ki seeriyaan charhty charhty

Tmhain yad hai meri qurbaniyaan?

Mera waqt tmhain dayna?

Kesy bhool jati ho?

Kya tmhain mera dard dikhae nh dyta?

Kya tmhain mera pyar yad nh?

Itna asaan hai bhoolna?

Kesy kr lyti ho?

Tm bhool gai ho apny unchaaiyun ki seeriyaan charhty charhty!!

A Journey Of Tania Khalil With Cancer


Talk to my hands Cancer
A small journey of Tanya with Cancer!
It was all started in November. I was doing a job in a Cambridge school along with my university life, I was so happy because to become an independent was always my first priority. It was a tough life when you came from the school after teaching and you had to go directly for the university in such a huge traffic of Karachi. I remember those days when I used to wait for the bus for hours. My parents always called me to take another bus or go from rickshaw for my convenience but I always choose to go by my routine bus. I was so frank with the passengers sitting or standing next to me. Every passenger almost know me there because of kindness, social work and as a motivational speaker, Allhamdullilah. I missed them. However, I left Karachi in the start of January because it was diagnosed that I am suffering from Hogkin’s Cancer Lymphoma Stage 4, Bone Marrow. To be a patient of stage 4 was not easy to digest. Somewhere it was the last stage. Dr advised me that he can cure it 50% not the 100%. Okay, when he told me, it was still okay for me. I didn’t take it serious. I was so chill and my chillness was started when I was in intermediate. I don’t take tensions, failures so seriously and I believe in myself Ubay sb thk hojaega agar mai strong hun aur agar Allah sath hain, agar duaen sath hain. I still talk to myself, Tania sb kuch krna bs kisi ka dil nh dukhana neyatun kay sath. I tried hard and if I did unintentionally ‘ I’m sorry people’ I never intended to- Trust me. Bs phr kya tha Chemotherapy start hui dard kay silsilay cheekhou’n mai badly. Kbhi Quran uthatay huye, Kbhi apny Gunah yad krty huye, Kbhi us insan ko yad krty huye jiska janay an-janay mai dil dhukaya ho, Kbhi anjaan logun ko calls krty huye, Unsy baten krty huye I never think for a while iska asar mjhpar ya family par kya hoga because mai janti thi galat tb hota hai jb galat kia jae. Jb Allah apky sath hun nobody can do anything. I talked to strangers in hospital, outside of the hospital to know their pain, to reduce my pain. I know their stories. Unhain bhi dard hota hai, they are struggling too. I love to know them, to be with them is still my Sukoon. Logun ko lgta hai bht farig insan hun mai unhain islye lgta hai kyun kay zindagi mai unhain kisi nay waqt dia he nh. Iss Cancer kay safar mai bht log mly mjhy kisi qareebi nay hath chora, kisi anjaan nay pakra. Bht logun nay judge kia aur bht sy bht kuch seekha bhi. Jo judge krty thaay unka kehna tha I don’t seem to them a cancer last stage patient just because I always smile and make them laugh. I motivate them for their temporary pains, to fight with their inner fights. I was so energetic from the start not from health but from morals- My morals are high – Higher for the humanity because I’m born to serve. Cancer ki iss journey mai bht logun nay duaen ki meray lye dil sy, kisi nay Kaaba mai, tau kisi nay Madina mai, aur kisi nay sajdun mai. Wesay tau I was never hopeless and I still I’m not aur agar 1% bhi kamzor par jati tau mjhy yakeen tha apnun ki duaon mai, un geyrun ki duaon mai jin kay lye kbhi kuch nh kia mainay par unhun nay din rat duaen ki meray liye. Meray wo dost jinhain lgta tha I don’t talk to them seedhy munh sy ‘ Munh mera bchpan sy aesa he hai’ I treated and still treating everyone equally except meray best friends kay. Tum sb nay bhi bht duaen ki meray lye, kbhi message kr kay puch lia krty thay ( Thank you) Thank you un duaon k lye jo tum logun nay ki. Chemotherapy khtm hui last 16 June 2017. Chemotherapy ki baad we need some test to make sure that Cancer cells are still there or not either active or non-active. I went for the CT Scan test on 4rth day of Eid. My Eid was worst than ever because of fear – fear of failure – fail in results of Cancer. However my CT Scan result came soon, meray hathun mai thii report. Reports kholnay sy phly andar sy feelings arhi theen kuch galat hai. I opened it as soon as possible – Shocked. Sb khatam , obviously I’m not a Doctor. According to me cancer was still there when I read the reports – crying hard sbkay saamnay hospital mai he. Itnay aansu bahae jesy us class ka result aya ho jis mai I failed twice. Wo saal yad agae, wo class yad agae kyun kay mai shurun sy position holder thii bs kuch galtiyun ki waja sy us class mai fail hogai aur phr zindagi bdal gai. CT scan reports nay bhi kuch aesa he kia tha- Mjhy bdal dia. Itna toor dia kay jurna mushkil tha. Wo Tania jo kbhi haar nh maanti- Maan gai Haar. Exact usi din kuch he lamhun baad Bone Marrow Exam tha mera kyun kay it is second major test and from this test we can know about the stage of our disease, which disease it is and where it is in our body parts. Three ladies were there in room. They were continously talking to each other while biopsy. I was wondering Aurtun kay baray mai sahi kaha jata ‘ Bari batuni hoti hain, Allah maaf kray female Dr’s sy’ I was in pain and were shouting mjhy anesthesia nh do mjhy kuch horha hai, my heart stopped, it was actually not breathing or rukny he wala tha bs. Brain was not working. Still I was telling them stop the process because in my last bone Marrow exam I had not experienced it. My Karachi Dr’s staff of Bone Marrow was so so so frank. It is a medical treatment jb kisi ko dard ho bht tau usay hug kro, touch kro, baten kro so from that pain ka pta na chalay. Oh people! My pain was so high in that room. It was so so so horrible kay shyd mai dobara jana nh chahungi. During biopsy I was praying , Please Allah save me- these women are so horrible and I want to LIVE. I really want to live. I want to achieve my goals, my goals to become one of the good writer, social worker and a lawyer. Please Allah save me, my family is nothing meray begair mai unki wicket hun. Inn churailun sy bcha lo mjhy. Finally process khtm I walked out from the room and phr sy crying hard and requesting to my father for not coming again here. Not even to take my reports. Din guzray, raaaten guzren, chuttiyan theen meri, I went to so many places because mjhy pta tha kay ub Chemotherapy wapas hogi with high dose. Hathun ko dkhti thi mai apny aur family sy khti thi no more Chemotherapy yar Nurses ko nerves ( Veins ) nh mlengi. Meray hath jawab dy gye hain, ub bs yar. Phr next day mainay socha let my strength gather again and get ready for the Chemotherapy. Kbhi tau khatam hoga cancer- Swal yeh hai akhir kb tak? Yeh zada strong hai ya meri Will power? Yeh mjhy nh hara skta. Kher Bone Marrow k results sy kuch 3 din phly bray mazay kiye yeh soch kay Yar wapas wahi life, wahi pain, wahi end mai 3 din ki chuttiyan from pain. Choro walk krro lambi, Abu kay kuch kaam krlo aur mazay kro. Reports agaen 15 July 2017 in afternoon. Hath mai result- Oh My GOD. Yeh result will change my life again. I started to read the reports. Ba-zahir tau sb thk lga mjhy. I was smiling, was laughing, even dancing 😀 Family was asking with a big smile btao na kya hua hai? I said 5th class ka result aya hai. Yeh wo class thee jis mai mjhy tez fever tha and I had to wait for my first position in hospital. Abu hospital atay thay aur mai puchti thee Unsy result agaya? Aur aesa he hua I got first position with a high score in all over the school. Bone Marrow ki report ly k we went to hospital ASAP and Dr said Mubarak ho reports bht achi aen hain. No more chemotherapy, no more medicines. Shurun krlo apna law. I said Seriously? Like seriously? Meri behn aur mainay itni zoor ki taali maari room mai kay Dr said aram sy aur bht zoor ka hsay hum. We left the hospital. Ghar mai they were reciting kuch verses. The moment I entered everyone hugged aik sath aur dance shurun krdia reports dkhy begair. My Abu was saying itny din sy mai khana tau khata tha but aesy he – bs aesy he. Aj dil krrha hai khana khanay ko. Aj SUKOON hai. Tau yeh thi meri kahani. Umeed nh haarna na apny haalatun sy, na khud sy, na maauishray sy. Apni beytiyun ko parhao, aagy barhao. Soch ko bdlo. Kyun kay soch bdlegi tbhi tau bdly ga ghr phr society phr shehar phr Pakistan! #HelpHumanity #DonateforCancer #BorntoServe #TrytobeKind #Fightforyourrights #MotivatePeople Thank you so much everyone meray lye itni duaen ki aur apki duaon ki bado’lat mai thk hun. Bht achi hun. Allah tau hain he hain par credit goes to you and my family. Hey best friends? I’m coming to Karachi soon :p

She Has A Voice: Meant To Be Heard And Understood


I, Emaan Asghar is telling you the story of my life which I have spent in this patriarchal society, where, a girl is allowed to get an education but not permitted to pursue her dreams. A girl has a permission to stitch the clothes of opposite genders at home but to teach them at the university level in her own house just because they are boys, neglecting, the fact, she is a qualified girl, equally ambitious and can teach them better than others in that same society.

I won’t say these are the insecurities of parents towards their daughter because they care. Rather than these are the insecurities of every other person towards females that are someone else’s daughters, wives, sisters or female friends.

Why doesn’t this happen in the case of boys just because they are considered “the lamp ( Chirag ) of their family?” What is making them so strong in this society? Nothing but “Your support people” Why they require a tag of being ‘Chirag of the family’ to gain this? Are they insecure that at some point in future, a girl with the equal qualities will topple him down?

Why can a girl not raise her voice if she wants to achieve her goals like the same boys want to pursue? Why can a girl not become a public speaker, debater, social worker or a Chief Justice of Pakistan?

Why parents are so concerned about their daughter’s marriage rather than voicing for her better career? How can they be so sure that their daughter will be happy ever after? This does not end just here if they become so merciful and allow her to do what she wants, they still expect her to come back home early and serve her services like a maid whole life to her husband’s family, Why?

Isn’t it strange? A girl trusts her parents a lot . She does everything in her life according to her parents, right from staying back at home when her brother is out winning the sports trophies and parents go to raise his morale. Whereas, a boy can do whatever he wants to do with his life.

I am sorry for gender discrimination but do you really think it was a gender discrimination? Because I am a girl and I know how it feels when you have to drop all your aims because of your parents and for their reputation in the society, in a family, but they do not think even for a while what exactly their reputation is, in the eyes of their loved daughter. Do they really know the definition of reputation? Has even daughter a heart you know? A heart which can be donated for anyone in her family without her wishes, Strange! Here, her heart doesn’t belong to her, anyone can do anything with it which means there is no need to ask from her because “She is a girl and her voice will not be heard”

Let’s start reading this story, like the girl of the story is in your mind, try to imagine, it’s you – a daughter in male dominant society. Imagine it like you were the talented sister among your siblings, think for a while a traveler who is traveling with those backward mentality people who thinks a girl is just made for homely chores, a girl is just a marriage material. Everyone wants to control her life, whether she is a sister, daughter, wife or a mother. Does it really sound cool?

Chapter 1:

Her Old School Life:

Result Day:

Mama: Get up Emaan, it’s time to wake up and get ready.

Mama: Ohh god! This girl will never change!

Mama: Are u even listening to me? It’s your final result today.

Saying her mother pulled the blanket she was covering herself with.

Emaan: Mumma! Just 10 more mins, plsss. You know about last night. Auntie Faryal was teaching me Maths and that’s why I slept late. Please let me sleep.

But her mother won’t listen up. So, She had to sacrifice her sweet nap and wake up with a thud.

Mama: Thank god! wake up, finally – Saying this she left her room.

It was Emaan’s result day for the fifth class, which was to be held at Bahria Auditorium around 10:00 am today.

Mama: Everyone will be there except this girl because as usual, she will be a latecomer by the way Aleesha is there waiting for you outside the door and look at her she is already ready for school ceremony

Emaan: Are you serious? Is the result today? Oh my God! I have to get ready as soon as possible to reach there.

Emaan’s mother continued to talk while Emaan was getting ready, she was worried about her daughter’s result as always. So it was not for the first time that she was yelling at her on her result day that have come n gone!

Emaan lives with her parents, 3 sisters, 2 brothers, 2 aunts and 2 uncles in Naval Flats at Agra Taj Colony Lyari Karachi. She belonged to a middle-class family who lives in a two bedroom flat and that is quite difficult to adjust in this cold weather of summer (Sarcasm).

When she came out of the bathroom,

Mama: Get ready soon, I will ask Aleesha in.

Emaan: Okay Mama.

Mama: Take me with you.

Emaan: No! I am leaving with Aleesha. See you there. Allah hafiz.

Mama: But Emaan, listen to me, please… Okay, see ya, Khuda hafiz.

Emaan: Reached at school auditorium just five mins before, she was happy but nervous too. Everyone was there except her dad.

She didn’t care about her mother’s existence. Maybe being a kid she doesn’t realize it yet, after all, at this age, everyone is not mature. In fact, we cannot expect maturity because they say, it comes from experiences, right?

Final Evaluation has been done to pick out the toppers for this year by her teacher Mam Saima who was the subject teacher of the English at that time. She was the best teacher among all and the best part was that Emaan liked her a lot because she taught Mathematics as well ( Completely opposite streams and yet she used to manage without compromising the subject matter, which earned her a lot of respect in her tiny heart)

It’s time to announce the results and the 3rd position went to Ambreen, please clap to motivate these students to achieve much more in the future, urged Mam Saima, the second place went to Aisha Zahid, Claps went on. Emaan started feeling nervous furthermore and she never had the confident in her that she was a talented student maybe because people never appreciated her. Emaan has a plain-looking, leggy, skinny girl type personality – who has a talent but no one is there to appreciate her just because she was a taciturn and she never shows off or maybe she is not cool like others but affectionate and here we go the last announcement, the first  holder had got staggering 96% and that she was not just the topper of her class or batch but she had topped the school and it was a big achievement for her because she is about to go for her eye operation, having short-sighted and it’s quite pathetic in this age and we guess she gave her level best in this year. So, guys put a big hand for her to express our love towards her and with this I am glad to announce that the trophy goes to “Emaan Asghar”

Emaan was still sitting on her seat with her friend Aleesha beside her who had just got passing marks. However, Emaan was thinking about not to go on the stage. She always had a fear of stage – Stage Fright one can say. Mam Saima called Emaan once again to come up on the stage and take her trophy, a trophy which was waiting for her only!

Emaan was shocked to see the gargantuan love for her but she knew this love was temporary and that she will soon be forgotten. Even she was feeling bad for all those who had scored less, who could not get good marks and suffer from depression because there is no motivation for them by their family.

Now it’s time to introduce two kinds of female students, one – the ones who weep in the night for their marks and the lack of family support that they get and of course there are girls like Emaan who can score well without their family’s support. Yes, They can!

Besides all, a girl cannot groom without a family backing her. Especially for a girl who loves her father a lot and whenever she needs him, he is not there for her because he was busy in his politics. Emaan’s father was a typical guy, who was always busy to make a reputation in front of the so-called relatives and she knows about him that he had suffered a lot to turn his children’s wishes true. No doubts he had proved to be the best dad. Emaan’s father was the best she had ever found in her entire life. I think for every girl their father is the best. Isn’t it?

Emaan Asghar please come up on the stage and take your trophy said by Mam Saima again. Emaan’s reverie was disturbed and she tried to catch her Mam’s voice. She finally stood up and walked towards the podium. Here you go, trophy. Emaan took the trophy and was very excited and then she came towards her mother who was only waiting for her in the crowd. Her mother gave her a kiss on her forehead for the impeccable achievement that she had achieved.

Her mother wanted to say something but Emaan was in her own trance and she left the place without her mother, all she was integrated in today was the trophy in her hands. She came in her area Naval Flats, the moment she entered everyone were looking at her with smile and she felt herself like a celebrity though it was not the first time when she got trophy or highest rank but this time she was happier somewhere maybe it was the happiness to get admission in another school and to interact with new people. It might be the happiness to learn from new teachers, new syllabus and that she was eager to learn something new at a new place.

Chapter 2:

A New Step Towards Her Journey:

Her eye operation had done and now she feels good because there is no teacher to beat her on bad writing because the school rules are different where teachers cannot beat student and there is literally no one,  who don’t know that she has short and long sighted problem which means everyone knows about her in the new school. She doesn’t want sympathy from anyone there, anyway, she took a time to get herself settled in a new environment.

Auntie Faryal:

Auntie Faryal was the sister of Emaan’s father and she suffered a lot to get the position in computer center as a head. She was frank to everyone in her staff not even this everyone from others department praised her for being so nice to them. I’ve noticed her and I cannot forget,  her eyes dreamed once or maybe her eyes yearn every day to achieved those aims which she cannot achieve being a part of a middle class typical or narrow-minded family.

Auntie Faryal was a teacher in computer center situated At Naval Flats KNCRE Lyari Karachi. She was so pretty, hardworking women who make her niece Emaan’s so strong to learn complete copies and write the whole material in an hour. How is it possible to learn the complete 6 to 7 copies and then write it in 5 hours for a normal student?

However, Auntie was pretty obedient sister for his brother. She never complained that how is she surviving around them. Being a girl everyone wants to do the things according to their wishes and she was the one, plus, she knew that if she demands to his brother for anything he will not permit her for those things because he thinks that a girl shouldn’t wear elegant clothes from outside the home. Why can I not dress-up like my friends? Why can I not go outside to watch movies? On the other hand, you are going to your cousin’s house to play Ludo and you played there the whole night. What is the reason, man? Oh, you are a man? Why are you a man even? Because a female gave you a birth once, remember? Then, why you have gotten lots of importance from everyone? why not me? I have given all my services to you and your family.

Yes, It is your family, not mine because I will have another family when I will get married soon according to you so your family is not my family. Even, I give up my all rights just for the sake of you,  my brother, for the sake of your reputation, for the sake of the love which u have given me. I gave up everything, my dreams, my tears, my wishes. So many questions were coming out from her mind and heart but nobody was there to listen to her because She is a girl and her voice will not be heard and understood.

She spends her whole life – like a silent walker who just walk from the roads without creating any voice.

Does it happen in others families too? Or just in Emaan’s family?

Chapter 3:

Emaan’s Mother:

Mama, You Never Speak, Why?

In Islam, there is utterly no difference between men and women if it comes about their relationship to Allah is concerned, as both are promised the same reward for good conduct and the same punishment for evil conduct.

The Quran says:

“And for women are rights over men similar to those of men over women.” [Quran 2:228]

Everyone, whether male or female have to answer at the day of Judgment what they had done in their lives. Both are equal in front of Allah or they will treat equally when he will ask their sins and good deeds with each other. He will ask that who are you to decide the inequality among each other?

A female has an equal right over her man like he has a right over her. A wife has a right to ask from her husband, when, where and why he is going. She has a right to stop him from the things she doesn’t like at all. Fortunately, In our society, a wife does not have the right to at least ask from her husband because of the fear of disrespecting her in return.

In Islam, a wife should obey her husband but I must say there is a difference between obedience and dictatorship.

If a woman is an uneducated and she is not that confident as an educated wife then she loses her all rights for her husband and towards her children. Example:

She doesn’t have a right to take decisions for her children live. Maybe many of you will be like it’s not happening but it is. A father can take all decisions for his family without asking from his wife just because he is the head in a patriarchal society? Okay, If he asks from the wife or from the mother to support him for some decisions which he is going to take, what’s a big deal? He will do at the end whatever he wants to do as a so-called head. Oh man! She is your wife and she has a right to disagree on those decisions which she thinks as a mother that are not good for her children. Why don’t you support her just because you are a Head of the family that’s it? Ego Problem, Power Problem, Physical Fitness Problem.

Suppose, if we people treat our daughters, sisters, wives like the way they deserve which means if we educate them in a broad manner and if we give them a training in their childhood to become fit more than anyone else. Do you think a man can defeat her then? No, a man cannot, neither physically nor mentally.

Emaan’s mother was known as a ratbag since she had just passed her 4rth standard. She got married to a guy who had done Masters in Politics. Sounds weird, eh? She became a mother at the age of 15. Way back into the past of our history it was a custom in our society that people used to get their child married at the age of fifteen especially the custom was for girls and the custom still continues in our so-called 21st century.

Her whole life is spent in shuffling through different domestic chores starting from preparing breakfast, sending kids to school, housekeeping, doing dishes and laundry, then in day taking care of her in-laws, cooking food for them, giving them time, this is how her life is being wasted and she could not get time for her own self to make her more valuable to the society than only for her in-laws.

Her wishes were, not to do the home chores but she did because of her husband, children, in-laws. She loved to do window shopping as well as if she doesn’t belong to a middle-class family she might be bought all the dresses and utensils for herself in a day. She loved to go with her husband but her husband never let her go with him in parties or in occasions, maybe he felts embarrassment to introduce her to his friends even to females.

She was crazy to go out for hanging out with her family but no one was interested in going with her, maybe everyone was busy, they were busy like they had to do all the work of this world whether if it comes about her husband, in-laws or her children. However, her most favorite places to go for shopping were Atrium Mall, Zainab Market, Dolmen Mall, Hyderi and favorite places for food were KFC, Burger King, Atrium Food Street, McDonald’s, Pizza Hut and much more. She had never visited such type of places in her entire life, Strange?

She heard those places name by her daughter Emaan who used to go there. She had seen those places when she traveled by bus and noticed the things and places around her.

Emaan told her mother many times that the food of some restaurants was pretty yummy. One day she told her mother again that she visited Pizza hut.

Mama: Why you come late?

Emaan: I was at Dolmen Mall in Pizza Hut. Oh, Mama, Deals were awesome there and was in our budget. I mean, I went there with my friends.

Mama: Friends? Which friends you are talking about? You were in college,  right?

Emaan: yes, suddenly we planned.

Mama: How dare you to go to such places without asking from me. You know about your father right?

Emaan: I know, he is not letting us explore ourselves by any means. I don’t think, I went there for a crime, for a relationship, to crossed my limits which have been prescribed in Islam. Is it a crime to had a lunch with your friends out? To visit some new places? Com’on Mama we are in 21st century and a modernize society.

Mama: Shut up! Do not argue with me. You can argue to you father as you know him very well as you said but don’t you dare to go out with your friends next time it’s not a good thing in front of your father. Get it?

 Emaan: I don’t get it, he can go wherever he wants to go but you, me and Auntie Faryal cannot? Is it justifiable?

I know you love to go on such places too but you never say to your husband just because you are an obedient wife and do not want to argue with him because he won’t permit you to go for hangouts and to explore yourself.

I cannot live such type of life which I am having right now,  then,  how you survived in these boundaries from 35 years till now? You never showed your wishes to him, Why mama? Don’t you have a heart? How come you bear this torture mentally?

Mama: Will you please just shut up Emaan? Or else I am gonna call to your father that she is teasing me a lot and what you just said? Am I not happy? I am happy, Allhamdullilah. He gave me everything whatever I have expected from him.

Emaan: Oh yes! He gave you the money, a well-furnished house, AC, Generator stuff etc but that’s not a life Maa. Why don’t you understand? Why don’t you speak – the words which you have never said? It’s irritating me.

Mama: Enough is enough! You cannot go outside to such places without your dad’s permission and that is final although we cannot afford your these expenses.

Emaan: Why I have to take his permission? Why not from you? Why don’t you realize your importance Maa? Is it necessary to inform him every time when we know he will not letting us go maybe somewhere he is afraid of the society of his past incidents happened in his life that does it mean he will bind us because of his fear? Com’on Maa, I don’t want to ask from him anymore for little things. I know your importance and I have asked from you – you gave me permission – what else more?

Expenses? I go with my friends and I don’t have to pay all from my side – we manage the bill together. It’s not about money sometimes, It’s about mentality, restriction, boundaries somewhere in our society but people are pretending they have not bound their daughters, wives, sisters.

I will go again,  you and your husband’s restrictions cannot keep me in this jail kinda house.

She left the place and her mother was thinking about her that she is stupid and does not know about her father arrogance and strict mentality.

Chapter 4:

Emaan Is Exploring Herself:

Emaan left the place as she was angry at every person of her family because nobody is out there to listen what she is trying to explain. In her family, everyone is controlled by her father, why so? What is the need to control women? Okay, she is not that emotional fool or dangerous for the society as everyone says.

People say women can be dangerous for the society if she will not control by man. Oh Man! She is a human , not a healthy buffalo, alright?

People say we don’t make differences between our daughters and sons. We educate our daughters like the way we educate our sons in fact we expect more from daughters rather than from sons. If it is real then why all the topics sum up on one line that is ” You are a girl and you cannot do the things whatever you want to do”

Why has a boy much freedom in our society?  Why cannot I do things of my own wishes? Is it a sin? I want to travel in different countries at my own expense all alone. I want to talk to so many people around me and all over the world as well. Is it a crime? Why are you binding me with your strict words? I am an ideal daughter, does it mean I have to sacrifice all my dreams for you and for this society? I want to become the best debater. I want to attend so many events to explore myself and If sometimes I might come late at home, does it mean I have done something wrong? Ain’t you aware from Karachi Traffic Law And Order Situation?

If your son wants to become a Psychologist and he wants to go abroad for further studies in abroad, you will arrange money for him, right? Why not for me Dad? When I have demanded you that I want to go for higher studies in Uk, you said I will see If I will have money for you. Why will you see? Why can you not arrange money like for your son you have arranged in a day, I remember ( Emaan was recalling her memories alike her mother she had never said to anyone those questions coming from her head )

In our society, we don’t discuss some topics very openly just because we are so shy to talk openly or being a Muslim we think that we cannot discuss but we can. Just think for a while about those girls and boys who are involved in bad activities, in vulgar conversations just because their parents are pretty strict and they never feel that their children need their time and frankness especially between the age of 17-20.

We should teach our children before this age or at this age to make them aware of bad activities. Our generation is not aware because our parents & society never think about it, maybe, they don’t get time to spread awareness between each other.

Emaan wasted her time, talked to boys on social media, phone calls. It was not her fault, it was the fault of the society and parents who discouraged her a lot being a girl and didn’t support her at every step of her life when she needed. Her college years passed and then she got entered into University level and started MBBS, following her parent wishes and tried to make it true.

Suddenly, she realized to groom herself that she is not made for MBBS and If she wanted to pursue this field further for her parent she had to polish her hidden talents to groom herself. She had to fight for her rights. She had to prove everyone wrong that she was not just the student of MBBS she was made to achieve something more.

She raised her voice in front of her parents. She started to struggle to get her reasonable freedom and rights – the right of speech and expression which has not been allowed to express in our family and in our society being the part of a patriarchal country. She gave words to her voice and spoke it to those travelers backward mentality people and made their mouth shut that daughters are not made for kitchen only, they are not made to sacrifice their dreams.

Message by Emaan to everyone who is reading this story especially to girls.

I respect your opinions and I have not intended to offend anyone. Dear Girls! Raise your voice and do not compromise on your dreams. Maybe many of you will not accept the reality – the girls are facing in our country. However, I have shared my story to all of you because I have a voice meant to be heard and understood.

She Has A Voice : Meant To Be Heard


I, Emaan Asghar is telling you the story of my life which I have spent in this patriarchal society where a girl is allowed to get an education but not permitted to pursue her dreams. Where a girl has a permission to stitch the clothes of opposite genders at home but to teach them at the university level in her house just because they are boys, neglecting the fact, she is a qualified girl, equally ambitious and can teach them better than others in that same society. I won’t say these are the insecurities of parents towards their daughters because they care. Rather than these are the insecurities of every other person towards females that are someone else’s daughters, wives, sisters or female friends. Why doesn’t this happen in the case of boys just because they are considered “the lamp ( Chirag ) of their family?” What is making them so strong in this society? Nothing but “Your support people” Why they require a tag of being ‘Chirag of the family’ to gain this? Are they insecure that at some point in future, a girl with the equal qualities will topple him down?

To be continued here . . .


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