Back To Ramazan After 8 Years

Eight years is a huge time and eight years back 17th Ramazan 2014, baba passed away due to heart attack since that day the past 7 years and a month back to this year as well; I could never say that I liked Ramazan neither I wished it to all and sundry.

Instead I remember falling into fights with the mass when I used to post negative stuff about the month.

But this year 2022. I m finally happy that I m looking towards life in a different way. There happened an incident my life that made me to look at life in a different way and followed by the incident I started creating moments instead of pictures.

So after 8 years I am fasting properly and I Plan to keep all of them. I was never shy of telling the mass that I do not fast or fast consecutively because I believe it is not for the mankind but ALLAH.

Now I am back to writing and probably will write soon about the change! keep following

My Mystic Self-Transcendence

Self Captured

“Towards the year-end I have finally came out of the writer’s block I last wrote in detail on the December 17, 2020 and for the date today says December 29, 2021. I need to write all about my last year in detail but may be in 2022.. – She has a happy personality with a very heavy soul and sometimes it gets too weird that is unexplainable, She feels all alone in the crowd though. She stares at a long distance to find someone she knows can not come back but a portion of her mind is still after 7 years is not ready to accept the fact that death takes them away because she can sense his presence around, his fragrance, and most of all the caress of his hand.. True love is eternal and it is tearsome yet peaceful. No can reach that point of mystic self-transcendence and its beautiful.” – An Excerpt from the life of Fatima Hasan Zaidi

“Unveiling Destiny: My Journey from Heartache to Triumph – Part 1”

In the tapestry of my journey, one person stands out like a guiding star, my khala, Moni, also known as Rumana Zaidi. She played a pivotal role in shaping my success story, being the silent force behind my triumphs.

The journey began when I discovered the power of words. In the shadow of my father’s impending departure, I took on a freelance project, crafting someone’s CV and earning my first paycheck of 5000RS. It was then that I realized the potential of writing as a source of income. As fate would have it, our computer started acting up, threatening my newfound passion. That’s when Moni, understanding my struggle, sent me a laptop – a gift that became the cornerstone of my success.

Amidst the grief of losing my father, I enrolled in a pilot project that required me to write 7 articles a week, earning 100rs for each. Despite the naysayers criticizing the low pay, I found contentment in making my own money. Moni’s generosity and the gift of the laptop empowered me to turn my passion into a sustainable income.

As the workload expanded, so did my gratitude towards Moni. In a world that seemed increasingly indifferent, her unwavering support became a source of strength. Money, I learned, is not the only measure of wealth in life. Today, I approach tasks with the belief that satisfaction is more valuable than a hefty paycheck, a lesson engraved in my heart by Moni’s kindness.

This is just the beginning of my success story, and with every small task facilitated, I carry the spirit of gratitude and the wisdom that success is not solely defined by financial gains. Moni, my guide in disguise, continues to hold a special place in my heart, as the architect of my journey from hardship to triumph.

Bari Eid 2023

Pakistan celebrates Eid ul Adha today, yet a lonesome day for me.. Though I spend all other days the same way with my own self enclosed within the walls with the social media & my memories which make me yet to live & stand strong.

So I had such an enthusiastic life till the time baba was alive so I have so many memories to live along them in my head I stay happy so no one can detect what’s going on at the inner side.

But sometimes the melancholy hugs you so hard & uncontrollable tears roll & you wipe them yourself. Previously life had charm, Eid had a meaning.. Now it is like any other day passing by..

So, when we had baba getting up late nobody could think about Eid. We used to get up early and be ready by the time he used to get back from Namaz; cultural values matter a lot. Now there is no value to be practiced just people store stone aged thoughts about what other people may think if anyone wants to practice their happiness.

Time has changed everything but every change is not easy to accept.. The writer who was hibernating, just got out of the hole.. sometimes only writing is the cure ..

An excerpt from the life of Fatima Hasan Zaidi

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World Heart Day

“I just came to know that it is this day today, I pray all the hearts  stay super well wherein my heart is connected to.. All may live long with a healthy heart… Because I have experienced the pain of the heart attack not directly but indirectly as beyond eight years my father had the heart attack and I lost him.. The heart in the body keeps the man alive and only the ones who suffer knows the pain of not being able to connect and communicate with a loved one. Not only biologically but otherwise too I believe heart to heart we should be connected to stay content till we breathe our last.. the ones who see may say, the other has adjusted well but it’s the heart that bleeds internally and the eyes that cry yet we are strong enough to smile and make through the day. I pray all broken hearts heal” An Excerpt from the Life of Fatima Hasan Zaidi

Craving!

At present, I crave for the past. My past includes happiness; my baba, maternal & paternal grandparents, childhood, neighbourhood, school, college, university, teachers, friends, socializing,  nature of jobs I ever dreamt for, the media and the glam all around. I crave to see the old confident me.I m craving to reconnect to the writer in me.. My thought process says that being a tiny creature on earth we have desires for living a happy life.

Whereas while I try to make others happy should be reciprocated, but when it comes to my own self, Craving feels like only a seven letters word. Meaningless!” – An excerpt from the life of Fatima Hasan Zaidi – 15/6/2022

سر طارق محمود ملک کے ساتھ گزرے چند لمحے

لکھاری : فاطمہ حسن زیدی
ایک بہت افسردہ دن ، صبح اٹھتے ساتھ خبر ملی ، ہمارے بہت ہی معزز استاد سر طارق محمود ملک ، جو بہت دن سے ہولی فیملی اسپتال میں علاج پازیر تھے کورونا سے لڑتے ہوئے زندگی کی بازی ہر گئے اور رضائے الہی سے جا ملے . . آئے دن بہت سے لوگ اللہ کے پاس چلے جاتے ہیں اور جب سے میرے بابا گئے ہیں اِس طرح سے کوئی افسوس نہیں ہوتا بس یہ خیال آتا ہے کہہ جب بابا نہیں رہے تو کوئی بھی جا سکتا ہے لیکن کچھ لوگ دِل کے اتنے قریب ہوتے ہیں جن سے بے شک آپ عرصے سے نا ملے ہوں لیکن ان سے آئِنْدَہ کبھی نا ملے کا خیال ایک عجیب کیفیت میں ڈال دیتا ہے . کورونا بھی اللہ کی عجیب آزمائش ہے ، پہلے بیماری میں بندے کو اکیلا کر دیتی ہے ، پِھر مرنے کے بعد میت کے قریب جانے سے روک دیتی ہے . سر طارق ، ان چند انسانوں میں سے ایک انسان تھے جو میرے بابا کے انتقال پائے مجھ سے ملنے گھر آئے تھے . . واحد استاد جو کہتا تا
” فاطمہ مجھے پتہ ہے تم ’ to the point’ لکھتی ہو میں تو مارکس دے دیتا ہو باقی جب تک نہیں نمبر دیں گے جب تک شیٹس نہیں بھری ہوگی . “
بہت تنگ کیا سر کو معنے . شوق تو مجھے ہر کم کرنے کا تھا فیلڈ میں رہنے کا لیکن جب سر طارق نے کھا کے رپورٹنگ تمھارے لیے نہیں ہے فاطمہ میں نے رپورٹنگ کی جوبز اپلائی کرنی چھوڑدی . کون رکھتا ہے خیال اتنا کے بابا کے بعد جب کسی جاب انٹرویو پائے جاتی تھی کہتے تھے کہا کرو سر طارق اور سر متین میرے رشتے دار ہیں ; پِھر کوئی کبھی تنگ نہیں کرے گا . . . انتی دعائیں کی ٹھیک ہونے کی ، یقین ہی نہیں آرہا . . اب بابا ار سر طارق ساتھ ہیں .

Together for Babies Born too Soon – World Prematurity Day

This is all about Mustafa Ali and he was born as premature baby. I am happy that globally we celebrate prematurity day.

Follow the blog by clicking on the link below and read what challenges I faced in the journey from my womb to my lap.

https://shifafoundation.org/world-prematurity-day/

Chaapinar – Self Defence Series for Women

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CHAAP is Pakistan’s first digital NGO. It was founded by a group of women, all of whom sought to work together towards a common goal­­­ ­­- to empower and support women, irrespective of their educational, social or cultural background.

CHAAP is now set to commence Pakistan’s first-ever self-defense virtual seminar with the goal to have far-reaching benefits for women who cannot access in-person training.

The primary focus of this CHAAPINAR is to make women feel more in control of their safety, and to effectively escape any threat of being attacked in home and in public areas.

In recent years, the social environment has become increasingly unsafe for women outside and even inside their homes, making self-defense a necessary skill one should have in order to reclaim public spaces for women once again.  

This is a long overdue and increasingly crucial initiative undertaken by Chaap, meant to teach women basic self-defense strategies so as to empower them to defend themselves, regardless of the situation.

Women’s self-defense classes are geared towards preventing women from becoming victims. Knowing how to defend themselves gives women a better chance of lessening and even stopping attacks against them in the future.

The self-defense classes offered by CHAAP foundation has provided an opportunity for young girls and women of all ages from any and all geographical and socio-economic backgrounds to take charge of their own protection in a time when every day, we come across numerous horrifying stories and headlines about women facing sexual abuse by a stranger or being molested by a known or a family figure.

CHAAPINAR will provide women with the functional strategies, techniques and training methods that can help them stop any attacker intent on hurting them. This will give them the security and confidence that they need to protect themselves in case of any undue circumstances.

With the situation of Pakistan becoming increasingly unsafe every day, it becomes more necessary than ever before to have such a platform where women can learn to take agency, gain independence and the confidence they need to protect themselves in any dangerous or threatening situation.

Being A Woman, I Support Khalil Ur Rehman Qamar

In my opinion Khalil Ul Rehman Qamar was being pumped by Marvi Sarmad time and again by saying ‘Mera Jism Meri Merzi’. She should have waited for her turn to speak and when he was first asking her to stop it; she should have stopped it in first place.

In Pakistan, I wonder why people try to build up a new line of rules for women. I being a woman do not support it. It is a common observation that even if even a woman breaks rule while driving the mass gather around the police “In ko janay dein ladies ko to naa rokein”. This looks odd to me.

We are living in a society where a man is proved wrong where even he is right but woman is portrayed as the submissive and proved right even if she has done wrong. We must clearly point out; the wrong in wrong situations.

By now I’m 27 years old yet I deny to say mera jism meri merzi and I would not have dared to say this phrase event when I was at half of my age as I see young girls in Aurat March. As at that time my parents had a check on me. I clearly remember a day in my life when there came Barbie Bubble gums and it had sticker tattoos. I got fascinated by that and applied it on my neck and what next came through from my parents was loaded insult and by the very moment I had to take it off. Not by just that time even now if my mom does not like any of my outfit while I am ready to go out it is a fact that I need to change it.

To say I am not against feminism but everything should stay in the limit. If my dear natives shout about feminism and equality they must see the perspective of equality in a broader manner not by justifying an inappropriate phrase.

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