Disappointed Youth Needs Imran Khan’s Attention

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Disappointed Youth Needs Imran Khan’s Attention

Disappointed Youth Needs Imran Khan’s Attention

Disappointment now a days is a great cause of stress and anxiety increase in youngsters of the nation. It has been quite a time since Mr. Khan has taken over the land of the pure. The youth who voted is floating on the high levels of frustration as there are no jobs on the go.

Giving it a big thought almost a class of 24 from various courses  and large number of universities graduate after every six months and all they get into the dark rooms of the mass society where nobody values their talent all what is required is a heavy dose of reference to get a job. This is one side of the story as the recent graduates still try to fit in for non-paid internships, which if you  give a thought process is not a learning point but in sky high prices a person in serving the organization by  taking the load on his shoulders, working 9 to 5 and in return he gets nothing not even recognition because when he goes for a job interview; he is told you can’t get the job as we don’t count internship in experience. Then he realize that the life after being a graduate is just useless and where the youth had a belief that Mr. Khan will change the black things of the society but who knew that black will turn into blacker.

Let me drag the attention to the second side of the story; people who are in need of job with 5 to 7 years of valid experience are still jobless. I m one of the practical example.

As the PTI government took over my happiness turned into immense misery as I was ever told in a media organization about the pay raise as government changes but to my luck it was a downsizing notice. This is not just my story but you pick a stone and every other person is jobless. Nearly it is my daily routine getting up, finding companies, dropping cv but the answer is either no reply or the question is do I have a reference or government organizations ask to work at 20,000 with 7 years or so of  experience.

My only request to the high authorities who read it is that somebody convey into Mr. Prime Minister that please have a look on your youth as well. We need you to be the cause of happiness and end the depression.

By: Fatima Hasan Zaidi

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I Am Writing Because I Have An Urge To

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I Am Writing Because I Have An Urge To

So, my last post on the blog was written in November 2018 and since then it is a long time; almost 6 months. It is not that during the period I stopped writing but I could not post in detail over here.

Well, I wanted to jot down a complete wedding scenario and life after it but time runs short. No doubt I will do so but this is just a quick recap of my 6 unwritten months.

By the end of December 2018, I got married (So much to write upon it but some part of it brought tears to me.) Soon after the wedding, lets say exactly 8 days after my wedding got an interview call and job on the spot that made me work 9am – 5pm. Had a short 2 days mini honeymoon sort of thing and then came to know that I am expecting.

This was another twist in life, suffering through morning sickness and what not and most of all at such a moment when you miss your father. It is a completely different story.

What more the job was a 3-month contract got over with the twists and turns because I believe that female boss is the one who does not want you to grow. Still, then I worked a lot for the National Assembly of Pakistan despite people did not like it.

Next, I  got employed in Maroof International Hospital, for a month and I left and somehow that’s a story of an unethical doctor to work with ( Will write in detail about it too- disclosing his name too.)

So, now I am at home. Still to say not unemployed. I am working as a freelancer by being at home and writing for a magazine as an Associate Editor and looking after our event management business. Still looking for a full-time job as sitting back home is not my piece of cake.

Life is good, all is well but all in all, I miss my home daily mama, Ahmad and the time I spent there and most of all I miss baba. And then it is Ramazan, the fifth of it after baba’s death so these days are difficult for me. Once away from home, second his absence haunts me more and more but over the night it gets worse. I couldn’t sleep the flashbacks surround me. I keep on reciting the Holy verses but nothing helps and then the pregnancy hormones triggers too. So these days it is a mixture of everything.

I slept so disturbed that I thought to write just because I know writing for the need to relax your muscles is the only cure I can do to myself. The urge to write remains strong.writerfromheart

THE YOUNGEST COUSIN TURNS ONE

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Baby Mehdi, you know you are just like diamond to me. I never liked kids but you are so precious that I longed for you. From your first picture of birth till now I have all saved with me.

Happy Birth Day Baby Mehdi, I love you so much. You are a year old and so I am. You are the youngest cousin and I am the eldest cousin in the family..

I still  mesmerize the moment when for the very  first time  I held you in my hand and you smiled..

May you have many more happy  birth days ahead.

The one and only Jia

The Weather Reverted Me To Write!

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It has  been a long time, I did not write or  spoke my heart out whereas writing  is my  biggest  strength. At times I do think when we were small we  used to write  diaries and  hide it  around when there was no secrets; but now life is all about scary practicalities but we are brave enough to  write it  so openly.

Though  there is not much but the  dread of  growing up, the life and death scares you. Well, In Pakistan it is winters. obviously the winters are gloomy for  me. Closed fans, no noise just  an effect of hibernating haunts the inner me.

Yesterday 1.NOV.2018, it was the  first winter rain of 2018. I like rain and rain makes me sad as I miss my father the most, in  rainy weather. Once when I had him  rain  had the most pleasant  effect on me but now it is  all different. Though I Like it, but my eyes utterly get wet and nose red.

Well not the thoughts in writing but I slept really  late or can call it morning after the  morning prayer I slept. The day was different, I had tea with  mum around 4AM and then Wrote some ones research paper just on  having a  grip of writing. I slept with mum.

The morning was good, calm with rays of  clouds and  no sun rays. I woke up by the mid day and worked along mum, had  a little fight in love with my  bro Ahmad  and a side by  side  talk with Ali and Sidra and then I cleaned my room and now leaving behind the cell on charger. Listened to a few  old bollywood numbers, missed baba a little more and  I thought to write to  write the day-out. Where i m not thinking  what I am typing  but just  what my  fingers  are typing. May  be all useless, but wait  Nothing is useless  in this world.

Though suffering with unemployment these days, as  media downsizing is over the globe but I have a optimistic grip.

I am a Happy girl..

Heartiest Tribute to Amna Zulfiqar

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Heartiest Tribute to Amna Zulfiqar

In the living era we often are in the grip of trends that are obviously  created by humans like us. We habitually listen the word ‘Tribute’ for the ones who live no more. But the fact is strange; what happiness they may have from it. So pay  tribute to the  ones who can seek pleasure from it

What does tribute means?

A tribute is merely an act that is intended to show gratitude, respect, or admiration for a person.

So, just sitting by  it popped up in my head why should not I be the one on changing trends and should write for one of my great mentor from NUML, Mam Amna Zulfiqar. I really adore the beautiful being in the premises of the university. Where as, my story  of inspiration toss around hilarious twists and turns towards Ma’m Amna and I feel no regrets stating it all straight forwardly.

You can say it the story of a student-teacher relationship or in my words the story of immense horrific rays turning into bright shining love.

Who is Amna Zulfiqar?

When you listen her name, in your head a glory of smile captures the scenery with a doll like girl embellished with soft light and blooming flowers. In short, the most glamorous teacher. All the days, dressed up in an amazing  manner.. Simply a beauty.

When We Met

The story of our interaction, is not something less than meeting a monster, I stay very honest in  explaining  my  feelings and not afraid that  she  might read it and I  will  again  feel the monstrous jerks. Not so long ago in 2016, I  graduated from NUML, BS Mass Communication. No doubt, I was  one of the most  creepiest students of my class and felt extreme pride in misbehaving, not studying, bunking with an aim that the  teacher should see me that i a on a bunk… Well about my  creepiness  will write in another blog.

Coming to the point, it was my 5th semester. Mam Amna used to teach Online Journalism. Unfortunately, the hardest period of my life. when baba passed away. So alL the teachers treated me more or less like a baby but in the  fairies she seemed to me like a ghost.

I was so so so afraid of her that each of her class was like a head ache I used to e so afraid because she used to listen the previous day’s lecture from me. I ever tried not to  have an eye contact with her yet I was the first one to repeat the lesson.

I remember a time when she talked to me in a way that I actually wanted to eat her up. So one day, it was  our class on the top floor and it was a rainy day. Not intended to attend  the class I was roaming around. She caught me, brought me to class and I had to sit in. While in between she asked me something and I was to the moon and  back absent minded. I had no clue what was she asking about. She exclaimed ” First you did not want to come to the  class, now you  do not know the answer and you  are looking at me like you want to eat me.”

Though terrified I was, tears rolled down the cheeks!

I exclaimed on a harsh tone ‘Yes I am looking at you like I want to eat you.’ I ran out of the class. Direct to the  staff room.

After the incident for days I was not  in the condition to face her.

But this all the creepy stuff of the student life,settled soon with her by the 7th semester she came to teach somehow we were on the better terms.

But the creepiness I had with Ma’m Amna, made me a strong girl. Later after graduation on my first job, I  was through a situation that I wanted to  smack the office’s door  and run to home but I realized that this was not  possible at a job.

And my brain screeched, this i not Amna Zulfiqar’s class. You need to be patient. My monstrous 5th semester made me tough that I was able to control  my tears rolling down. Not to the whole but had a little stamina built in. This day in my life made me feel that I was missing her to an extent that i  felt colossal love and gratitude for her, ‘Ma’m Amna’

A few day after my  realization, I told it to her and she said. ” I am happy to see you like this Fatima, excelling in the field. I wanted you to be strong so I never pampered you like the other teachers because I saw a rebel in you and I knew being rebellious, you will object my harsh word.”

Listening to this, I became so happy that I started loving her so much. And now I follow as she said.

“Stand straight, chin up and eyes focused on the goal to be achieved.” –  Amna Zulfiqar

Heartiest Tribute to Amna Zulfiqar

 

Coke Studio launches Kalash based song ‘Pareek’

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Coke Studio launches Kalash based song ‘Pareek’

Mix and match of the vast culture of the land of the pure, Pakistan has been beautifully discovered by Ali Hamza and ZojhaibKazi this season. Coke studio producers launch Kalash based song Pareek, just before the season has actually launched.

Coke Studio, the prime and prominent music podium.I would say that Coke Studio is a voyager for the artists overall.

The release of Pareek, first of its kind is a melody highlighting a Kalash based set of two, Ariana and Amrina. The song, ‘Pareek’ has been shot in the snow covered hills of Kalash and a mini wooden hut. It is a great responsibility to look after all the technicalities in freezing cold and producing a beautiful number in full swings and love accepted by the people of the Kalash Valley.

The Kalash valley of Chitralis positioned in the southern canyons of the Hindu Kush mountain range. The Kalash Culture Center is in Brun, Bumburet valley, where folk history, culture and civilization of the Kalash is preserved under one roof.

The folklore genre, Pareek is an innovative track and I wish coke studio best wishes.

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