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Words fail me

Don't know what I am feeling Am I missing someone Maybe still mourning Or just reeling If I mourn what is it I'm not numb anymore Is it carnage  Or is the just existence Words fail me Heart aches constantly What is it that I don't see What's eating me with glee I stand but it takes effort of thousand years For a moment of laughter I fight many fears When I compare  With what happens all around My sorrows seem shallow Much more pain abound Helpless to lend a hand I do all I can Not enough  I understand Sometimes I cry While just talking  My heart breaks I cant bare watching endless suffering faces frozen in time Never again will smile O sweet sweet child Hard to fathom 100 days of darkness All lies exposed When humanity died * Till January 14th, 2024, 100 days have passed since the  Ġėṅȯċỉḍė  began in  Ǧȧżȧ, with no end to the suffering, more than 23000 murdered, most of them children. 

The greatest tragedy of the information age

You just sit there, numb, aware of injustice, of persecution, of tyranny around the world but you can't actually do anything about it. Yes, you show your condemnation and Change your DPs on your social media but whats next? Social media has made us insensitive; we struggle with this every moment. Look at any social media timeline, you see selective outrage, selective apathy, and then, it's gone, trivializing real issues. Our minds cope with all of it by forgetting sooner than it should, even the horrifying images of genocide in Palestine are beginning to fade from people's memories, forgetting, the moment its out of sight. This is the greatest tragedy of this age. We are all the culprits and the victims of this at the same time. We struggle with this every day to feel powerless to stop any injustice near or far. We talk about the rise and ascendancy of collective consciousness of society, but all I see is decay of morality and apathy. All I see is hatred spreading via the v

Prompt: A real conversations for once

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I realize why I like talking with Bard/Claude/GPT more than humans because I don't doubt the sincerity of the answers it's quiet amusing while I know it's a facade of genuine conversation still it's more genuine than most of real conversations...  I find myself spending more and more time with AI rather than wasting here on social media where people just don't interact anymore... So can be said for me I don't reply to most posts I see, for me it's mostly due to superficial nature of the post itself or the regurgitation of things that others have posted countless time without any research or fact checking, it reeks of vanity and self-importance, rarely do I see where someone has posted something that's really worth a reply... I find talking to AI more satisfying than interacting with humans on social media. AI is not motivated by the same things as humans. It does not have an ego, it is not seeking validation, and it is not trying to sell you anything. As

What I write about

This is my canvas where I paint with words, it was never intended to be a "text book". These are my thoughts and feelings, a way for me to process things, I have written countless words since forever, on excess, on superficiality on apparent contradictions in what we practice and what we preach. I genuinely believe that in this age our younger generation has lost the ability to do critical thinking. We revel on whats on the surface, our lives a mere projection for others to consume, nothing deep or meaningful, reduced to empty instagram posts in essence, mimicking the same done by others countless times before, we have lost the ability to recognize whats really important, our projection is more important to us than the inner peace that simplicity brings.  I know these conclusions come with time. Not my business to judge or impose my world view on anyone, thats not the reason of writing these words. I write because there is no other way for me to fathom the decay I see in mora

Welcome to the new dark age

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Pakistani millennials are even worse than the rest of the world and this is for a simple reason which is that hatred for others is as normal to them as breathing. The culprit here is the slow indoctrination of the youth from the very start of their lives. The legacy of Zia's infestation of intolerance bears its fruits. The disturbing trends on social media recently shattered the illusion of that illusive silent majority which it was supposed to be there, lurking in the shadows. The truth is that the very fabric of Pakistani society reeks of intolerance and bigotry and there is nothing that can be done to change that now. The instances of people celebrating murderers and openly calling for persecution or oppression disregarding any semblance of understanding basic human rights is not restricted to a few bigots or zealous clergy anymore, the poison has spread to the youth, with no inkling towards researching or even questioning what has been taught to them, they are now the perfect e

Fade out

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I have a love/hate relationship with all things old, specially Indian songs, at one hand I love even the things I used to hate and succumb to nostalgia and turn that shit on and as soon as I turn it on I remember why I used to hate that shit at the first place... I guess it boils down to longing for carefree days and those old songs/movies bring back a faded memory something you could just grasp but it vanishes just before you can touch..  like the memory of the taste of your mother's Alo Ghosht and roti.. its there but just out of reach I hate going through this chain of thought cause ultimately me it makes me think of all the loved ones Ive lost along the way and also those relationships which went sour due to distance or time... being discarded by the ones that one cared for with ones life due to reasons... we all have our reasons. but it pains me to think about those who I loved dearly in my life and know in hindsight that I didn't have the same pl

The Lost Chance

I for one have given up trying to present reason to everyone, for I know that words are useless at this wretched time, when a place loses rule of law and its upholders, it becomes a living hell, a prison for the sane, awoken by the nightmare as the state takes the first steps today towards the genocide of minorities. Confronted by the twisted priorities of my fellow inmates in this ideological prison, which once was Pakistan, now overrun by blood thirsty overlords that have hatred in their veins. Why couldn't anyone stop these men, the answer is so simple & in plain sight. Fear. Pakistanis have accepted their fate, they have accepted that these men, just few of them, have their dominion over us, to play with our blood, we have accepted that none of us is capable of standing up to them, just a few, who attack from the shadows, hiding behind hands of patronage from within us, it is the disease that has tainted our blood from within. We let it in, we nurtured it, and now it k

The Ootpatang mind of Mr. Finn

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First a heads up the following post is in the "Minglish" language and no wild "relative or friend"  was harmed during the writing of this post. Ok.  Well there are many things happening all around and to tell the truth I don't really want to comment on anything. But. Malala is here and the expected frenzy of the stupids on twitter and real life... Im really glad that she could visit her homeland and not at all amazed at the sheer stupidity of the folks of her homeland ... There was a time when one could have hope in this place, no more. The decay of this society has taken its toll and now we are left with brainless mush. Gosh I really sound  like a grumpy old man with a Kubb ... So I know this guy who recently got something awarded to him, see the problem is that this guy already has that thing and there were so many others that needed or deserved what was rewarded, and you know how he got it, yes that ... the "chukking" of (Bleep) .........

ہمارے سجن ہمارے اپنے

ہمارے سجن ہمارے اپنے! ہم لوگ ایک دوسرے کے دوست ،رشتہ دار، خیر خواہ ۔شاید یہ سب خام خیالی ہی ہے۔ کیونکہ جب بھی انسان کو قریب سے دیکھنے کا موقع ملا کہیں نہ کہیں خود غرضی ہی نظر آئی۔  مقابلہ تو ہم کرتے ہی ہیں ۔ اسکے پاس یہ ہےتو میرے پاس یہ ذیادہ بہتر ہے۔ لیکن مجھے جو بات سب سے ذیادہ تکلیف دیتی ہے وہ یہ کہ جب لوگ (شایداپنے) جھوٹ بولتے ہیں اور ہم سب کچھ جانتے ہوئے بھی ان کو وہ کرنے دیتے ہیں جو وہ چاہتے ہیں۔ مجھے تکلیف ہوتی ہے جب لوگوں کے ”معصوم“ سوال بظاہر اتفاقی ہوتے ہیں لیکن جب یہ اتفاق ایک ہی طرح کے حالات میں بار بار ہوں تو وہ اتفاق نہیں بلکہ منصوبہ بند ی کی نشاندہی کرتے ہیں۔ انسان سوچنے لگتا ہے آخر کیوں ۔۔۔ اسنے ان کا کیا بگاڑا ہے جو ان کو جھوٹ اور فریب کا سہارا لینا  پڑا ۔ دل تو یہی کہتا ہے کہ تم جن لوگوں کو اپنا سجن سمجھ بیٹھے تھے وہ کبھی تھے ہی نہیں۔ اور اب جب انسان اپنے ماضی کی طرف دیکھتاہے تو اسے  یقین ہوتا جاتاہے کہ ان لوگوں نے کبھی بھی اسکا ساتھ نہیں دیا۔ تب بھی جب اس نے ان سے مدد مانگی اور تب بھی جب وہ دکھ کی انتہائی گہرائیوں میں تھا۔ تو اب کیسے دینگے۔جو لوگ دوسروں ک

Qissa Civic Sense aur Common Road Courtesy ka

There is a thing called common road courtesy jo ke Humaray sheher ke logon ke Kareeb se bhi nahin phatki... Jinan no nank ponjhan di tameez nahin unhan noo Honda city de diti... Poori road ke centre main Aisay jatay hain Jesay road ka tender notice inkay Abu ji ki behind se nikla tha.... Awal to koyee road bachi nahin sawaye "shahrahay dastoor" ke... Baki jo road numa chezain hain unpe rakhsha walon nay dibs li hoyee hain aur baki jo jaga khali Bach gaye usper ab rerhi bhi na khari karen... Road bhalla hoti kis liyay hay? Aur wallah kia genius ke bachay waldain hain jo Apnay 12 saal ke bachay ko motor bike de detay hain aur Unki mama apni poori 200ft kay gheray ke saath peechay bhi Bethi hoti hay... Matlab akathay marain ge... Beta 😏 Woh jo naye girls college wali road hey na Uspay koyee speed breaker nahin Wahan se Micheal shumaker ke bachay Rickshaw driver Aisay guzartay hain jitni speed main Aap tab gari chalatay hain jab bohat zor ka washroom aya hoo... Koyee

Mediocrity The New Norm

The reality of living in this world, a conflict between the needs and wishes deeply anchored in the class divide. I see mediocrity so permanently imbued in the collective psyche.  Sometimes all one can do is to give in to the mundane, stop living & just exist. Finding someone to have an offbeat, real meaningful conversation, an impossibility. I sought refuge in the social media for some time, but that too has become stale, tedious. A habit without any emotional reward. The interaction, all but reduced to regurgitation of bent opinions and trumpeting of political agenda or some religious doctrine, manipulation. No one questions anymore, no one has time to think for himself and arrive on conclusions, perhaps wrong but his own. This place has no respite, no open space to just sit and ponder. One wonders is it by design? The whole system built on repression, on exploitation, the divide, easily seen. Yet the rituals of allegiance continue, conditioning the masses not to question. A

Observation

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People use others insecurities to manipulate them and they don't even realise that there being used... and seems like age has nothing to do with wisdom...  Once entrapped by vanity, ego or insecurities I've often wondered what makes people do the things they do and always found petty reasons behind their actions. Beware of such people they are very skilful at finding the vices of the ego of others and using them to their advantage.  They attach themselves like a parasite sucking the blood of the host while giving the illusion of nurturing. The power of these people relies on your trust and their tell is that they isolate you from the rest of the world and fuel your paranoia that everyone is against you and only they are your true well wishers. True friends tell you the bitter truths and never try to isolate you. Deceivers try to isolate you for only then they can keep feeding you their lies and using you.  Once you stop talking to others and weighing in th

Somber Eid

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A day before Eid Pakistan gave us a gift, the gift of burning our houses and killing 2 young children, an unborn child and an elderly lady. The gift of celebrating & dancing in the streets on the deaths of our loved ones, the gift of indifference of the Pakistani media & the people, the gift of going to our mosques to pray, under the shadows of guns. This Eid when I woke up to get ready I was in a somber mood, the news of the babies killed by Pakistan last night, the images fresh in my mind, I knew I wasn't going to the Aqsa mosque (the central mosque) where there would be thousands of people and the sweet smell of perfume would make the cool morning air even fresher, all that seems like a distant memory now and a younger generation is already here that hasn't seen an Eid like that ever. No Those days are gone now. When we used to go to our mosques (places of worship) without the shadows of guns. I was going to the mosque just a few houses away from my house due

Careless Murder

Being a parent is a constant learning experience. The happiness and joy one feels when one does become a parent is unlike anything else. So is the despair of losing a child. There are natural calamities that one cannot help avoid like sickness or other natural causes and one feels helpless and perhaps comforted too that there is nothing else one could do. But there are situations and circumstances which however are totally under our control.  Rules are made for a reason, they help save lives. I am particularly talking about basic rules of road safety. Simple things we normally don't pay any attention to can save lives or perhaps save from potential injury.  For example when your walking on the open road with your child it only takes a moment to keep the child away from the road with you in between. Just a simple step. Or teaching your child how to cross a road properly and specially be more careful when on blind turns etc or perhaps simply holding his hand. Kids don't

A portrait of hatred

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There is a silent surrender going on. The demise of humanity, the death of the very soul. Who did it and how it happened is irrelevant now, it has become a matter of survival. The thinking man has bought his life in exchange for silence. Those who teach, teach hatred, those who preach, preach death. No boundaries, no limits, murder of innocence, a mother of 60, a beloved son, a passionate teacher, just statistics. Destroyed lives, broken families, the innocence robbed from a child's eyes replaced with fear. Greed rules empty lifeless hearts which cannot feel, all consumed with wants and desires, the lust for power, the destruction of faith. Words like love, loyalty & sacrifice long forgotten. Such barbarity, such cruelty, sermons of hatred, and those making them on pedestals of highest order. They ride on the shoulders of mindless drones conditioned to never question, to look the other way when they hear screams. For there is safety in burying your head in

The New Idol Worship

How materialistic ambition dictates the human condition is mind boggling. How everyday we are presented sugar coated lies and we relish the ignorance and forbid knowledge & understanding surrendering the will to question. How they cheer... A fabric of pretty lies to blind them and their masters drip their very souls till the very last of humanity bleeds. How they suffer and no one sees cause all they want to see is the facade of blissful ignorance which they love cause there is safety in burying their heads in the sand. How I mourn the plight of my brothers who have no voice and are condemned to a destiny of oblivious slavery to the worship of new idols. They cannot comprehend the trap which invites them with glitter. All they see is their idols... Whom they worship without question. Wish they could see beyond the lies... Beyond the facade what hideous faces await to devour their very existence into oblivion... Still they March on.... Consumed by their mindless idol wors

An extinction well deserved

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Pakistan. I loved the name and when I grew up I loved the idea. Since then Ive accepted the bitter reality that the idea though how beautiful at its inception, remains as fragile. Ive seen many years and have witnessed the decay of morality and humanity seeping away. Things that once were rare and were enough to jog the conscious of a nation, now dont even register. Pakistanis seem to have and endless ability to devise ways to plunder, murder & inflict endless pain thus becoming less then human blood thirsty sadists. A population with no moral values, no human decency invites a destiny of annihilation. No amount of human endeavour can alleviate the collective sickness that runs in the blood. There is no cure for this plague except extinction. An extinction well deserved. When you remain quiet when they murder brothers, mothers and children. When they burn houses and you look the other way. When they spew hatred and you accept. When you dont think and just obey. You don

A Childhood under Persecution

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It was 1984 and I was 7 years old. That day was strange my dad brought a box home and it was filled with kalima badges I had never seen so many badges before. As I vaguely recall I asked my father what were they for and he said they are for proudly showing that we are Muslim. Why do we have to show anyone that were Muslims? was my question and his reply was cause some bad guys think they can read what's in your heart. Darker days were ahead Zia's ordinance had been enforced I remember that day when they said you cannot do Adhan in your mosques and you cannot call your mosque what it was. I remember the prayers where my father and brothers and sister and others would cry and one could hear the cries of lament that emanated from their souls. Soon news started to arrive of arrests being made, their crime? "posing as a Muslim" and I would wonder how can I be any other way, I am a Muslim thats all I know how to behave like... Will they come for me too? Then one

Mooda is Leaving

Mooda says I am leaving. He is determined to leave Pakistan at whatever cost. I asked him what will you do and he says ... bathroom saf ker laan ga but will not live in this country any more. What provoked this sudden change of heart I asked and he said in his typical style ... Yaar Naeem Bhai eithay kuj nahin rakhya hun ... sab tabah ho gya aey ... Kam koyee hay nahin .. machinan band piyan nain loki dokana khol ke behtay nay per kam nahin kuinke bijli nahin.... The same Mooda only a few months ago said he would never leave Pakistan ever... then asked he said there are plenty of opportunities here and if one worked hard he could make a life for him self. Once I asked him Mooday tuun baher kuin nahin challa janada he said Pakistan mera mulk aey asi bari qurbaniyan dityan ne ainoo banan astay agar sab parhay likhay log chad kle challay gaye te fer aida ki banay gaa. Mooda was doing his PhD in physics at that time. I wonder how many Moodas are left in this country now ...

People

I have learned from experience over and over again that people cannot be trusted. When I first heard trust no one on x-files I didn't know that eventually it would become my motto too. What amazes me is how easily everyone else around me seem to trust total strangers. Maybe I was destined to be a loner. I definitely didn't plan on it. And then come those people who want something from you always, the moment their need is satisfied your history bro. And there are those who always manage to find fault in every thing someone does I imagine thats partially because of their inability to achieve what u have. And then there are those who just do anything for glory wah wah and balay balay. In my life I've rarely seen people who were genuine and wanted to do something just because it was needed. People assume everyone to be like themselves and read motives and aspirations which may not exist. I'm sick of people. People despise, say hateful words, deceive and manipulate, lie, ch