“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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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

Only A Mother Can Understand!

“So this post states well that it is not an easy task to be a mum anyway round. Being a new mum and taking the motherhood along on with my 14 days old little boy. Now I get that how difficult i was as child to my mum till a very big age. It is a number n number of things a mum goes through with first a child in the womb and then when he is in your hands. No one, certainly no one understands the pain of a child except your own mum. There is a vast difference of the criteria to understand you between your direct relations and the relations in law. I hope I as child would have understood my mum’s fears for me before i carried him in my womb for 9 months but certainly no one can understand the mixture of pain and love until and unless he or she goes through it. I believe men will never understand the fact because they do not face pregnancy or the pains of delivery and to the same point even all the others except men, the women do not or will not if she is not your own mom. ” – Fatima Hasan Zaidi

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

The Weather Reverted Me To Write!

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..

Happy Birth Day Baba

Dr. Masood Hasan Zaidi – 25sSep1962 To 17July2014

Happy Birth Day Baba,

I wish to hear the phone ringing for at least on his birth day; calling from somewhere so i can wish him on his day & listen to his voice.. I though too much about you today, looking for you in the air, sensing your fragrance around. Missing you is nothing new, i thought about you yesterday and the day before that too. I think of you in the silence, even utter your name in order to talk to you, when people hurt i long for you..All i have are the pictures full of life.. Though i long for or fresh pictures at every moment.. Each of my achievement is incomplete without you. I look for you in the sky at the brightest shining start at night.. You have left along number of great people yet no one can replace you because nobody else got the childhood i had. Those vary memories so vividly present in my flash back. It is the memories that keep me strong and head up; in front of every living creature, who even say a lot to me directly on the face because they think i m alone and you are not with me, but they are unaware of our bond..
When i was your i had you as protection over head so nobody had the grit to speak over
Now that i am a grown up i have your emotive shadow always around that keeps the satanic thoughts of the people far away from me baba, yet they are non belivers of love.
It is nothing more than a lovely unbreakable bond. May you be happy wherever you are, may you read what i write for you, may you come feel the pain i suffer on the birth days though mine or yours… Lots of Love, Jia

#Fatima Hasan Zaidi

LIFE IS A COMPROMISE

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Life Transforms

About 2 to 3 years back the gist of shab e barat was the happiness to fire crackers ( patakhay), sending dozens of messages to whole contact list . When the neighbors used to shout out loud, I always though I will never leave the things I do now, by the passage of time those activities left me or may be I left them. Prayers and praying for other to the Almighty Allah seems more energetic..  Somewhere between tears and smiles, confused between I will never grow up. I grew up.

# Fatima Hasan Zaidi

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