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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

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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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RED BULL PRESENTING FOOTBALL FEVER

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RED BULL PRESENTING FOOTBALL FEVER

Red Bull, one of Pakistan’s most celebrated energy drinks has recently caught attention for the Football World Cup. Where red bull strengthens you equally this video is. An optimistic visual that’s full of excitement and the colours of the city, where the football is actually manufactured. , Red Bull came up with brilliant thought telling the mass about Sialkot, city of Pakistan; where football is manufactured.

Soul of the Football, Sialkot Pakistan 

This is a must watch video if you are  crazy  about the game you  should  know who  makes it  how.

The setting of the  visual  starts in the Hub of Sialkot with a man  welcoming you  with  Dhol, representing culture of Pakistan. Spotting  the footballs in a custom Pakistani way hanging  outside the shops. For more details please watch the video.

#redbullpk

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Masood Hasan Zaidi Deficiency

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Masood Hasan Zaidi Deficiency
It's the father's month

“It’s the father’s month but mine rests in peace.” Fatima Hasan Zaidi

Every year the beginning of the June was so joyful. I had plans of how to surprise him on Father’s Day and after he left the start of the month and the month itself is so depressing.

I miss him each passing day but at times the desire to touch him, to be wrapped in his arms, head on his chest, his palm on my head, his voice uttering my name is so strong that no other thing and no other being can fulfill his absence.

As the  days are passing by, I am encountering success, with each successful moment. I miss  him even more.

In crowd, in the moments of merrymaking; my eyes wander to and fro just to have his look around. I stop at places I smell his fragrance.

Every such day, or a month enlisting such days; is a throbbing reminder of his deficiency in my life.

My father was like a Vitamin to me and now I have his absence as an utter deficiency. This JUNE is more upsetting than rest of the June(s) I was  through after he traveled to the World Hereafter.

To the extreme it happens to me that  Eid, Holy Celebration and Father’s day; both are falling on day after the other. the depth of my pain can only be understood by the ones who have lost their loved ones.. I  or any human loves to live in illusions so even that  we know one day we all  have to  travel  to the God, the  heart  does not  except the absence of a person at the moment from our life.

Where as I strongly  believe that missing someone makes us alive that the one  we love  breathes with us and is along. Condolences never make me feel  good.

“What I believe in is what I know that is what my father gave me in heritage was ‘ The Power of Dominance’.” – Fatima Hasan Zaidi