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
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..
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
Life has become more confused as it was never before. Never I had watery eyes at times of happiness but now I don’t understand how to happy when a part of me is always in search of him.. The memories do not stop having flash backs from the past. I feel him along but I can’t see him, I miss him much.. I am not able to control myself even in crowd all of a sudden the memories makes me burst into tears and nothing can help.
By: Fatima Hasan Zaidi