From the Red Carpet


It was a regular day at university like any other. I was returning home after a tiring day maximized by a long and hectic clinical posting in the Gynaecology ward. When I got home and rang the doorbell, the gate was opened by mother, all smiles. It seemed like she was bursting to tell me something. I greeted her and went straight to my room, threw my bag on the chair and took off my lab coat. At that moment, my mother, brother and sister came barging in.

Ammi (this is what I call my mother): There’s a surprise for you, Naseha!

Surprise! This is the word where my composure gets the better of me and I get overwhelmed by a state of curiosity that threatens to kill me.

Me: What is it, Ammi, tell me quickly, please don’t keep me waiting..

Hassan (my brother): This is something you’ve never, ever imagined!

Rabeea (my sister): Are you sure you’re ready to hear this?

Me: Tell me alreadyyyy, people!

Ammi: Okay. You know you sent your book to the publisher to get it published, right?

Me: So it got published?? REALLY?

Ammi: This is graeter than that! Not only did your book get published but we received a call which informed us that you’ve been nominated for a Literary Award for being the youngest author to write such an inspirational book that promises to change a million lives! I am so proud of you, my daughter!

With that, she hugged me tight! I was frozen to the ground! This seemed like a dream come true!! I had never EVER imagined my whole life that a day like this would come!

My father returned home from work in the evening and we all went out to celebrate my victory. I was persuing medical to one day become a doctor, but my real dream was to get a book published. THIS was greater than my own dreams! The Award Ceremony was to be held in the United States 2 months later and I couldn’t wait!

I got too excited! I was to board the plane to the U.S. a week prior to the Award Ceremony, all paid for by the authorities there. I had been given three tickets, two for the people who I wanted to bring with me. I chose my mother and father, naturally. We finally left for the U.S. when we were due. I was still spell bound. Couldn’t believe that it was me who had been given this chance.

As the plane landed, a woman named Miss Thorne received us and showed us to a posh hotel in California where we were supposed to stay. Miss Thorne pointed out the details of the events to us since she was assigned as an assistant to me for the event. The next day I was supposed to go to a designer for having my dress chosen and altered.

So, the next week began with me being driven away by Miss Thorne to the designer’s and my mother and father went off on their own to explore the state.

Miss Thorne amicably chattered the whole way explaining more details to me about the event and everything that I needed to know. We finally reached the designer and he greeted me with a big smile, assuring me that he would find something perfect for me to wear. I, being a Muslim girl, needed a lot of alteration in my dress. I told him that I would wear a top that was below knee length and full sleeved. Plus, my trousers shouldn’t be tight and that I would definitely need a head scarf to go with the outfit. Although the designer was very disappointed that I didn’t want to show my figure off, he managed to do what he promised and I was ready with my bags after spending an ample amount of time there.

When I reached the hotel, I showed my mother and father my outfit and they simply loved it! The whole week passed by with pleasure. We roamed around California and visited Disney land(this was yet another dream come true), the golden gate bridge, San Francisco which I’d always wanted to see, some theme parks and zoos. It was amazing! I wished that my brother and sister were also there to enjoy!

Well, finally, the D-day arrived! I had an appointment at the make up artist’s for 4p.m. so Miss Thorne took me there along with my Mom and our apparels. My Dad was to meet us the Awards- a driver was going to drive him there at the given time. After 2 hours, I was finally ready! I was attired in an off-white chiffon shirt with long, flowing sleeves studded with pearls paired with royal blue pants that were a little baggy and accentuated the top perfectly! I had off white platform heels on along with an off white clutch bag with a royal blue handle. My head scarf was an off white and royal blue striped one. The only jewellery that I was wearing was a royal blue stone bracelet and ring. I MUST say that I loved being dressed like that! These designers have such an amazing style sense!

My mother was in a forest green gown and scarf. She looked lovely! Well, we were then transported to the Academy Awards. As I walked the red carpet with my mother and father, photographers flashing and clicking away, I swear I pinched myself to check whether it was real or not! When I was called on stage, I was trembling from the inside but very confident from the outside. It was Allah (God) who gave me that confidence. I was graciously handed the golden literary award and asked to say something. I happily took the mic. and said:

“I couldn’t believe when I got a call from you people that I had received an award and I still can’t believe it. I keep pinching myself from time to time just to assure myself that this isn’t all a dream!” The audience laughed. I continued. “This award means a LOT to me and all thanks goes to my Creator who gave this honour to me. I’d like to give a huge amount of thanks to my mother and father who supported me and always believed in me and all my unrealistic dreams. All my relatives who are bursting with pride at the moment, you are my life and I wouldn’t have been able to reach this level without your immense love for me. And lastly, a shoutout to everyone out there who reads my written work, my book, my blogs- you people are the ones who made it happen by given me appreciation to the heights! I love you all! Thank you very much! ”

With that, I stepped off the stage amidst a thundering round of applause. This love, this appreciaiton, this honour had me enthralled. This was the BEST day of my life and I can’t express it in any other way!

Disclaimer: This is not a real story and was written in response to the daily prompt which said:

Cast the movie of your life. This was for August 28th,2013 and I’m sorry I’m a  little late. Oops!



What true modernity is and how our perception differs.


There is one thing that is gaining sound prosperity in Pakistan and that is our fashion and drama industry and now our film industry is also coming back in the lime light after “Khuda ke liye”, “Bol”, “Love mein gumm” , some more and the new “Main hoon Shahid Afridi”. This is not, in any way, helping in the growth of Pakistan’s economy, sadly. We are proceeding towards our decline day by day.

One wonders that the rate at which the economy is declining is shocking but the film producers have got so much money that they can make astounding movies worth millions! And then the ravishingly beautiful ladies come on screen displaying more skin than Hollywood and Bollywood actresses, without a care in the world. Our Pakistani film-makers have also started including “item songs”, which have been highly popular in India. Then a turn of events which makes me laugh is that the actresses dancing in those vulgar songs, wearing scanty clothes hardly covering their bodies, speak against prostitution and rape and start NGOs for the protection of women rights. How hilarious is that? Another surprising thing is that those actresses, in the interviews following the release of their movies, claim that the success their movies got was all because of Allah’s help and Allah helped them make their movie a hit, a blockbuster! How they get the shamelessness to say that, I can’t imagine when it’s the same Allah, our Creator, who has commanded us to cover ourselves up properly. A few verses from the Holy Quran are proofs:

“O Prophet, tell your wives and your daughters and the women of the believers to bring down over themselves [part] of their outer garments. That is more suitable that they will be known and not be abused. And ever is Allah Forgiving and Merciful.
Surah Al-‘Ahzab [33:59]

“And tell the believing women to reduce [some] of their vision and guard their private parts and not expose their adornment except that which [necessarily] appears thereof and to wrap [a portion of] their headcovers over their chests and not expose their adornment except to their husbands, their fathers, their husbands’ fathers, their sons, their husbands’ sons, their brothers, their brothers’ sons, their sisters’ sons, their women, that which their right hands possess, or those male attendants having no physical desire, or children who are not yet aware of the private aspects of women. And let them not stamp their feet to make known what they conceal of their adornment. And turn to Allah in repentance, all of you, O believers, that you might succeed.”

Surah An-Nur [24:31]

This is the beauty of Islam and the beautiful commandments of Allah. The people of other religions think that Muslim women are conservative and narrow minded in this regard. Even some Muslims themselves think along the same lines, hence the accelerated prevalence of skin-showing being largely accepted and revolutionized in Pakistan- an Islamic Republic. This is considered to be modern. Our runway models, all actresses, morning show hosts, film actresses, clothing designers, all of them practise a healthy amount of skin- showing and this is actually loved by most of the masses. They don’t care if these people have hardly studied beyond intermediate or Bachelors. As long as they copy the West and India, they’re modern. Some of these people are also very highly educated, but not educated in the religious perspective. Religion is now being commercialized in our country. We have destroyed the roots over which our country got independent and now are using it as a tool for increasing a certain television show’s TRP, for example.

Our leader who got us an independent piece of land for ourselves, Quaid-e-Azam Mohammad Ali Jinnah, once said:

“Pakistan not only means freedom and independence but the Muslim Ideology which has to be preserved, which has come to us as a precious gift and treasure and which, we hope other will share with us”

Message to Frontier Muslim Students Federation

June 18, 1945

I wonder how we’re preserving our Muslim ideology? All over Pakistan, women are throwing away one piece of their attire after another, guiding their children to do the same, to expose their bodies, wear tight fit jeans and T-shirts,sleevelss tops, to take off the scarves covering their heads and to expose any part of their beauty that they possibly can. This, according to them, is NOT conservative. And now I ask you one question. Isn’t that what goes on in the West? Haven’t we started being exactly like them? Isn’t this kind of behaviour conservative? What are our standards? Why do we mould ourselves to follow Islam in the ways we like and discard its other teachings of which we are against? Do we consider the Muslim ladies of Prophet Muhammad’s (Peace Be Upon Him) time who were the most educated in every aspect, used to bring their education into practise  and yet covered themselves up properly for the sake of Allah, conservative? Why isn’t that true broad-mindedness thought to be modern? Why have we chosen the wrong set of words? Why is the Western conservative attitude thought to be broad minded?

One must remember that humans are different from animals in many ways and one of them is that we are meant to cover ourselves up. Animals, having no sense, don’t do that. Unfortunately, the women of our society are slowly and gradually wiping off their virtues and reducing themselves to the status of animals, just like many non Muslim women.

The reason why Hijaab is made compulsory by Allah for Muslim women is for their own protection. The people of Pakistan, the general middle class and lower class masses still practise hijaab. In other non-Muslim countries, this is not the case at all, hence the high rape rates. Did you know that:

  • Every 2 minutes, someone in the U.S. is sexually assaulted.1
  • There is an average of 207,754 victims (age 12 or older) of sexual assault each year.
    1. U.S. Department of Justice. National Crime Victimization Survey. 2006-2010.

Here are the statistics of the top 10 countries with the highest reported rape incidents:


And an annual rate of reported rape incidents all over the world:


I hope you all realize why this is. There are people like us in those countries with the highest rape rates. Most of them are not even third world! Then why the increasing rape? Why are they so helpless in this matter even when they’ve got top of the class security, women rights activists and everything? The problem lies in the way their women are displayed so enticingly everywhere and not just on screens and bill boards like Pakistan. We still have time, my Pakistani brothers and sisters, to improve ourselves and grasp our roots. Otherwise, we’ll be destroyed through and through. When a nation doesnot stay true to its ideology, the nation is not a nation anymore. Our ideology is Islam and we should idealize it in EVERY way. May Pakistan prosper and may Allah guide us. Aameen.


14th August- A call for celebration?



Last night, on the way back from the barbeque party given by my uncle at my grandma’s house, I had to cross the Five-Star roundabout at Hyderi. My cousin had warned me already to take off early before 12 a.m. since it’s a tradition for all young boys and men to ride their motorbikes wildly and gather at 5 star chowrangi by 12a.m. on 14th August so that they can shout out over there at the top of their voices and fire in the sky with their pistols. According to me, this is synonymous to illiterate behaviour. Over the span of 66 years of independence, the Pakitsani nation has reduced to what? I’ll tell you. We have reduced to just decorating our houses with flags on 14th August and firing away when the clock strikes 12, boys and men speeding in their motorcycles at night shouting out loud, countless road traffic accidents,people getting shot due to this recklessness and what not. This is the reality of our nation now. Ever since we’ve been granted independence, we have happily walked down the stairs to our deterioration.

Every year, on 14th August, people go to the Quaid’s mausoleum, paint geen and white, the colours of our flag, on to their faces. They dress up in green, wear Pakistani flag badges, watch those utterly useless morning shows which are a complete waste of time, sing national songs and this is how the day ends. The surprising thing is that the youngsters of our society can easily and fluently chant along to the lyrics of the Strings band song “Hai koi hum jaisa” but nobody can remember all the lyrics of our national anthem. Another surprising thing is that they can also fluently sing India’s national anthem, Vande Matram, which they’ve learned by heart from Indian movies that they all watch with reverence, but they will get stuck after singing half of their own national anthem. People encourage and appreciate the youth of Pakistan but I say that shame on the youth if these are their standards. Is this how we should celebrate our independence day? Has the importance of it gone down to branding the colours of green and white once a year and then proceeding to engage in our daily activities of drowning the name our country in mud?

From the upper most class to the lower most class of our society and in each and every kind of profession, we see corruption littered throughout, in each and every post. Favours being granted in exchange of rishwat (bribes) which is actually forbidden in Islam and we call ourselves a Muslim nation. In my opinion, Pakistan is the reason why Muslims are wrongly considered to be terrorists throughout the world. Firstly, we don’t attempt to negate this false accusation by our actions, and secondly, I guess most of us don’t care about how our nation is portrayed world wide. They’re mainly busy in eating up Pakistan’s revenue and satisfying their personal hunger. We happily give up our stars like Dr.Aafia Siddiqui when the West asks for them. We happily throw dirt on our true patriots like Dr. Abdul Qadeer Khan, who made us the first Muslim nation with atomic power, when the West asks us to. What kind of a sorry nation are we?

What do we celebrate this day for and what should we be celebrating? Do we have any reason to be happy and excited this day? Yes, we got independence from the cruelties of the Hindus and the British but what now? To stay away from them in a piece of land that has poverty, scanty electricity, corruption, increasing theft and rape rates, declining economy, beggar-natured people, shameless, pro-West men and women, un Islamic attitudes- was that the purpose of Quaid-e-Azam Mohammad Ali Jinnah’s valiant efforts? Are we living up to our Quaid’s expectations or are we proving to be the results that indicate that all his struggles had gone awry?

Think, dear Pakistanis, think! What are we doing?? Reality check, already!




Ali (ra) – The eternal hero of a Sunni Muslim woman



For me, he is the emblem of heroism. Of wisdom. Of passion. Of love of Allah.

He accepted Islam as a ten year old child, when very few were willing to risk their life. He grew up, literally, in the house of Allah’s beloved (saw). He resembled Rasool Ullah (saw) in mannerism and action. On the night of the migration from Makkah, he slept in the bed of the Prophet (saw) with the risk that the enemies may kill him in place of the Prophet (saw).

Our beloved (saw) trusted Ali (ra) with his treasure, his youngest daughter Fatima (ra). He was the Prophet’s (saw) kin.

While Rasool Ullah (saw) breathed his last on the chest of our mother Ayesha (ra), Ali (ra) was the one to bathe Rasool Ullah (saw) after his death.

Ali was a lion in the battlefield and most humble in private life. In worship, such…

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To Amir Liaquat Hussain about Taher Shah & the big snake


it was necessary to reblog this!


Mr Amir Liaquat Hussain


You have done a lot of things in the past that have scandalized, traumatized and shocked people. More evolved people, at least. But you have a huge fan following of naive masses who still are head over heels over you. You know very well, sir, how to win them over. You are very entertaining to some. And so you have been going on.

As someone who is always the devil’s advocate and likes to see the good side in people, I have always liked to think that you, like all of us, are a combination of good and bad. Secondly, no matter what, you talk with love and reverence about our beloved Prophet Muhammad (saw). And so I always try and give you the benefit of doubt.

But this time, Amir Sahab, you have pushed it to far. And it is better that I say…

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CAUTION! This post is not for:

* Over anxious mothers who clasp their ears at the mention of anything negative that they don’t want their kids to be in touch with.

* Students who take everything very seriously and detest the aspect of humour mingling with their studies.

* For anyone who thinks that this kind of humour should not be allowed to proliferate.

And hence, we begin!

Procrastination. Who isn’t familiar with this word? According to my estimates, almost 65% of the world’s population is effectively involved in practising this cursed habit. Heck, if we don’t, then the world would be full of highly successful people and the worth of “success” would go downhill, won’t it? I’m just saying! Or, to put it in better words, poorly justifying myself.

Well, let us not allow shame to destroy our purpose here and let me enlighten you with my personal guide to ultimate procrastination during exam preparation leave which is the best time to exercise it, in my opinion. You just can’t get enough satisfaction out of it at any other time!

So, without further ado, here are the golden pointers listed in decreasing order of severity.

1. Always start studying exactly 8 days before your final exam date.

AND WHY SO? :- Because you are most efficient during the last few days and you’ll be able to study for hours at stretch without wasting a single millisecond of your time, only taking breaks for breakfast, lunch and dinner, nothing else! Yes, bathroom breaks too, but that would be it!

2. During the preparation leave, keep your laptop on hand and download the seasons of your favourite soaps which you haven’t already watched or have watched but want to do so again- for nostalgia’s sake maybe?

ADDITIONAL TIP:- Search the internet for the latest movies belonging to the type you like and watch them too!

 3. If you are a user of Facebook, utilize your preparation leave vacations by skimming through your friends’ photo albums and checking out the stuff you might have accidently missed.

ALTERNATIVE:- You can also play your regular games like Criminal Case and move on to higher levels there. There’s no higher satisfaction than getting a raise in your police ranking at Criminal Case and free energy points along with that!

4. Ask your friends to lend you their novels so that you can read them when you’re bored.

ATTENTION: This step has to be done before the starting of your leave when you’re still attending your school/college/ unviversity.

5. At teatime, or after dinner, whenever all your family members gather and have that daily family talk, engage them in intensive gossip and conversations which will go on and on. That way, you get maximum time to laugh around and relax.

OR YOU CAN:- Text a friend, cousin or anyone who likes to talk and strike up long chats with them. This is the best time of the year to catch up with old friends and family.

6. There are some people who have strict parents who take away their cellphones, laptops, novels, etc. so that their children can study properly for exams. For such, I have an amazing tip! And that is- the old and gold- DAY DREAMING! 😀

With this, I conclude my extremely informative guide with the hope that nobody will dare follow this because this will not benefit you in any way. 😀 Refrain from incorporating these in your lives just like I’m struggling to do so. 😀 Until next time then!


“A fool’s heart is in his mouth…”


Loving the people you REALLY love limitessly and not getting the same amount of it back from them too, really hurts. It is worse if you’re the one with a heart that is so astonishingly soft and loving that you’re always the first one to fall in love with people long before they start acknowledging you for what you are.

Sometimes, you wonder, what is the use of giving your affections to people first, then being betrayed or hurt by them and then trying to wipe them off your mind? Everyone tells you not to trust people so readily, but how can you help it if you’ve got such a foolish heart?

With a foolish heart, you can either love even those who hate you or you can start being overly suspicious of everyone you came in contact with. Which way is the right way? Either you are blessed with a good sense of judgement of character or you’re not. There’s no in-between. Those who are not blessed with good judgement, for them it is usually one of the two situations: they’re lucky that the people they meet are trstworthy or they aren’t. I ask – is this fair for the latter?