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Where were you?

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I’ve been hearing this a lot in my country on the Facebook and Twitter posts about Gaza. “Where were you when the Shi’a and Ahmedi Genocide was taking place? When churches were bombed and temples were burnt? Why don’t you support the Blasphemy law victims? Rape and Honour killing victims?” 

Quit whining. At least we stood up for something. Better than silently watching everything. This proves that we, our generation can actually make a difference and we can stand up for something. True, we should’ve stood up for all of that and that was equally wrong. But we were poorly informed and that is not an excuse. Palestine is an ongoing Issue all around the world with many people protesting in this cause. We are united with our Muslim brothers and sisters and people of other religions all around the world against one common enemy; Israel. It is Palestine v/s Israel. Us v/s Israel. We have one common external enemy. That’s not the case with our country. We don’t have one external enemy. We are own enemy. Our own citizens are the reason for this bloodshed. Who killed the Shi’as? Us. Who killed the Ahmedis? Us. Who refused to raise their voice for the victims of Rape and Blasphemy Law? Us. Who didn’t stand up for the Bombed Churches and Burnt Temples? Yet again, Us. Corruption is present within us. We are too divided to stand up against the injustice. Seeing this, I believe can be united in one cause. Hopefully, in the future we will once again unite against the injustice in out country. We are the rulers of tomorrow. Hopefully the differences won’t be so stark between us and we will rise as a nation. We can do it!

Save Palestine, save humanity.

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Well I’m sure all of have heard of the “War” between Israel and Palestine.

Its not a war, it’s genocide. Right now, 1092 wounded and 164 deaths in Gaza. And how many of Israel are dead/wounded? 10? 20? I’m not saying that their deaths are not important but look at the statistics. You call this defending yourself? Bombing poor innocent families? Oh because 10 year old girl is oh so scary. She could wipe off the entire Israeli population, couldn’t she? If not her, then a newborn baby maybe? Or a disabled man? And 80 year old woman? They pose such a threat to you, don’t they? You are bombing people who don’t even own the weapons. They have been oppressed for such a long time. Where is the UN with it’s laws? Is this not wrong? Wiping off the entire Palestinian population? Is this what you call peace? Doesn’t Palestine deserve it’s freedom? And as for America. You call this being responsible? You teach your children to say No to Racism, Fighting and Bullying. Well how do you explain this? Is this not Racism? Massive deaths of Muslims? Where is your ‘Humanity?’ Nobody wants your bullshit charity when you have absolutely no morals and you are so eager to fund and support assassins. 

Put aside your differences for a second and ask yourself, Is this right? Is this humanity? You don’t need to be a Muslim to support Palestine, you just need to be a human. 

Trust.

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I’ve come to a point where I no longer trust anybody. I don’t let anybody come close to me. Because trust for me is letting someone come close to you and opening yourself up to them. Exposing yourself to them, letting them see your weaknesses, relying on them, depending on them for your happiness and letting them into your heart. Because when they leave, it feels like they took a piece of you away with them, ripped out your heart, you feel exposed like being stripped naked in front of the whole world and the hollow space they leave where they once resided in your heart, aches and burns like it’s on fire and frankly it seems that way as well. And in the end, all you can do is watch them walk away, while you stand amongst the rubble and wreckage of what was once your soul. 

From the ashes, we will rise again.

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Hairat hoti hai Karachi walon key sabr aur bardasht par,

Itna kuch sehtay hain, itney zulm jhailtey hain,

Lekin phir bhi, har subah phir jaag uthtey hain,

Ik nai umeed sey, ik nai justaju sey.

Tou phir maan lo, in key dilon meh jo aag jalti hai, 

Iss ko bujhana na mumkin hai.

 

Translation:

Aren’t you surprised at the patience and tolerance of the people of Karachi?

They endure so much cruelty, withstand injustice.

And yet, every morning, they rise again,

With a new hope, with a new quest.

And you have to admit, the fire that burns in their hearts,

Can not be extinguished.

Fading.

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Sometimes you are overcome will a gripping feeling. It’s like you are screaming but no sound comes out. It’s like someone is binding you, holding you back, restraining you. It feels like your head is about to burst and you feel like crying. You suddenly feel burdened as if your shoulders are supporting the weight of the world. Like your heart is in chains. You feel like breaking the chains and throwing the burden off but there is nothing to throw away. You open your mouth to speak but words desert you. You feel like you are drowning and there are a lot of people there but their backs are to you and not a single sound escapes your mouth. Not one of them turns. And you just keep sinking to the bottom. Silently. Bound in chains, your mouth gagged. You feel the world slip through your fingers and there is nothing you can do about it. You can’t scream, you can’t cry for help. You just watch the world leave you. Everything becomes a blur. And slowly, with each passing moment you fade away, to the blackness of the sea. 

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The Kite Runner-Khaled Hosseni

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I recently just finished reading this book and I have one word for it; AMAZING! It was beautifully written and the emotions and the hardships are so vivid and real that as you go along reading you become lost in it with the characters and you can almost see the story unwinding before your eyes. Khaled Hosseini is a gifted author and the picture he paints in our mind with his words is so accurate and mesmerizing that you find it hard to set down the book. 

The way he writes about Hassan’s undeniable loyalty towards Amir is so beautiful. And this is actually true, there are a lot of friends that are so loyal that they would sacrifice their own lives for their friends’ sake and had they stumble upon such a mishappen Hassan would’ve done just that. It’s beautiful the way Hosseini molds Amir’s character in our minds, a good boy with tinge of evil. That is what is realistic. Although Amir is the main character, we see a lot of flaws in him. He gets jealous, he takes advantages of Hassan’s inabilities and most of all he doesn’t have the courage to stand up to what’s wrong. However, we still fall in love with those characters. 

The violence that Hosseini shows in Afghanistan it is actually quite acurate. The talibans are truly soul-less animals. They have no value for life and their hearts are made of stone andthey do not feel a thing when they kill an innocent person. Like it is said in the book, they aren’t what they call themselves. They are not following the path of Islam because Islam strictly forbids all Muslims to take an innocent person’s life. What Assef did, killing all those Hazara Shi’aas was the most savage act. True Shi’aas and Sunnis have a lot of disputes but above all we are all Muslims and we do not kill our brothers and sisters. The taliban are not even humans let alone Muslims. As Muslims we aren’t even allowed to force a person into accepting Islam. Being a Pakistani, I can relate to the violence and injustice happening in Afghanistan. Recently a bomb blast killed all the Hazaras in their land and it was a real tragedy. It broke our hearts. It’s saddening how violence and weapons take the life of many almost everday and not a single one of us is bold enough to raise our voices.

There are some books that, even after you have turned the last page, make you feel complete and satisfied. This book was one of them especially because it had a beautiful ending, filled with hope and happiness. It talks about a new start. A little part of the old mixed with the new.