Zinda hoon mein... Aaj ke liye!

 Zinda hoon mein... Aaj ke liye!

Pakistan mein hum zinda hain.... bas..... jee rahe hain. Koi maqsad, koi plan nahin.  We live our lives just one day after another, no plans no direction.Life is uncertain in Pakistan. Uncertainty about income, electricity, college being open. We tackle things as life throws them at us. Juggling finances, home live and unexpected guests at the same time. In all this chaos it is very easy to feel overwhelmed.

 Not knowing what is coming next and what to expect can make one feel very unstable and out of sync with life. The trick here is to cover the basics. What ever happens, whatever or whoever the day may bring, at least the basics are taken care of. 


I love the home that seem to be a centre of peace in this chaotic life. My aunty had such a household. Actually they were with four people. But every family member (even the elders) used to gather at her home. So at any given moment her household grew from 4 to 16. Every sibling and their kids that lived abroad not only visited but stayed at her home. And not once did her husband complain, because she managed everything so well.

Sure she had her own army of helpers who had their own timings and my aunt knew and balanced them by heart. She had set times for breakfast, lunch and dinner. So every one even the visitors knew when to come and what to expect.She made sure that all clothes were washed and ironed right after use. Bags were packed the evening before, and homework done before dinner. Even though she could afford it, she didn't have tuiton for her kids, they did their homework themselves.

Our holidays spent at her home were truly relaxing and we felt welcome and loved. 

If you want the same calm feelings in your home and lives:Do it now! At first you and your family will need to adjust. But it works!

Simple things make a great start like:

- Iron your clothes today for tomorrow when there is electricity
- Have a family calender and post your activity for tomorrow on it
- Have fixed timings for the most important moments of your day: Waking, eating, sleeping.
- Save 100 rupees today, and put them away for a rainy day. 
- Spend 10 minutes a day talking about life with your kids.


Inshallah you will feel the change of fiza in your homes. The members in your household will be happier and more relaxed!

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Zinda hoon mein.... Bechara!

Zinda hoon mein.... Bechara!

 Pakistan mein humzinda hain.... bas..... jee rahe hain. Koi maqsad, koi plan nahin.  We live our lives just one day after another, no plans no direction.Ambition is a dirty word, we must never use it. Let alone act on it. Take your brother for example: the poor guy was good at studying bichara.....Upar se ambitious, so he worked really hard to get good grades.Then people started asking him to give tuition to less capable individuals. If they pass, they worked hard. But if they fail, he was held accountable. Then he still manages to study with all this pressure, and get a good job.Ab it is HIS responsibilty to feed, clothe, pay for fees, etc  for half your (lazy and bichari majboor Family) until kingdom come. Who will pay for your sister's wedding? Of course he will. Who will have to make all the arrangements? He will. 


Reasons given are: 
-They are just not as able as you are
- He didn't study like you, so he can't get a good job, so instead of working to his abilities, he stays at home!
- You handle everything so well!
- woh to meri baat nahin sunta, tum to mere ache bete hoo na. etc etc

About you everyone will say:
- Everyone will say ooh.... woh bichara... parne mein thora kamzoor tha
- Chalo ghar ke kaam mein bara haath batata hai
- Usko to mauka hi nahin mila...
- naukri ke liye to aaj kal B.A. bhi degree koi ahmityat nahin rakti hai...etc etc


What if everyone worked how much they could? So if he is a  Doctor and you are a Plumber? So what?!! I'd rather be a brother who is a plumber than one who is a good for nothing! What if I tried and started driving a cab. Or began a business from a thela? At least I would pull my own weight. Still bhai would have to help me but not as much as before. This would mean we could still live together, each living with dignity and support, emotionaly as well as financialy!

Woh kamae aur hum sab mil ke khai. wouldn't it be better agar SAB kamae aur sab mil ke khai, kuch bachaen,kuch urain? Bechargi choro aur kuch kar ke dikhao! Do what you can do, aur baqi sab Allah pe chhordo!

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Zinda hoon mein... a robot life!!!

Pakistan mein humzinda hain.... bas..... jee rahe hain. Koi maqsad, koi plan nahin.  We live our lives just one day after another, no plans no direction. We basically just go through the day, solve any problem that occurs, and are glad we survived another day! Khaya, piya par ke so gai!

Next day: same story, different problems same solution: filhaal isse to nipten! Kal ki kal dekhi jaegi!

So why are we so surprised at the fact we are always tired and cranky?  because we live like ostriches, with our heads buried in the sand!

This is what we have been tought at school and at home: Never speak untill spoken to. In other words just REACT never ACT out of your own will. We are so conditioned in our youths that we spend a lifetime suffering from it. 

Magar yaar, wake up and smell the chai! Utho jaago pakistan! Sirf jaagna zaroori nahin hai, kuch karna zaroori hai!. Do something .... anything to make your tomorrow better.

I don't mean get all exited and plan your whole life today, because life will happen. Things will come your way and throw your plan off. But  You can start with little things.Write down 3 things you want to accomplish tomorrow. Kuch bhi ho, yeh 3 cheezein kar ke chooron! Be it any pending application or paying a bill that's overdue soon. 

When you start this, you will start feeling more alive with every passing day, more in control! No more robotics for you! Zinda hoon mein!!

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Zinda hoon mein....in a garden!

Zinda hoon mein....in a garden!

In Pakistan we live our lives as if we are living in the jungle. What ever is out there, we work around it and, we let nature take it course. But what most of us don't realise is that we are actually living in a great big garden. 

What's the difference? Well in a jungle one lives their lifes to whatever comes your way. Every day is filled with dangers and you must be ver ready and alert. If you are attacked by predators you react, by running or fighting. Somedays you hunt for meat. Somedays you forage for fruits and herbs. Unable to change your world ,you just live your life based on what comes YOUR way. You just survive one day after another. 

In a garden you are the one in charge. Sure it's more work, but the rewards are ample too. You decide what you plant and where. You decide what flower you plant and what vegetable.  

It is your duty to tend to all plants and animals.You plant what will nourish your family. You trim the trees so they can grow tall and give better fruit. You remove flowers from the shadows to plant them in sunlight, so they may bloom fragrent flowers. You shield other plants from direct sunlight so they don't wither from the strong sunrays.  

If you keep up your garden it will prosper and bloom. Bringing you and and all it's residents a sense of peace and joy. Soothing to the eyes and uplifting to the soul. 

Our life is the same, if we just let it go on, we are living in the jungle. But if we take charge our lifes become a Garden in bloom. We decide who we add and who we shun. We decide what thoughts and concepts should be allowed in our life. We decide who deserves attention and care and who thrives in seclusions. We decide who, and what things, are like weed in our lives and should be kept out of our llives. 

But like a garden these things need tending to every day. Otherwise before we know it again weeds overgrow our. 
You tend to the garden often and keep out all weeds. If you don't tend to the garden, weeds will invade and overgrow your beautiful sanctity and they will smother all beauty in your garden. So phoolo, phallo khush raho!  

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Zinda hoon main ...pinjre mein band!

Pakistan mein humzinda hain.... bas..... jee rahe hain. Koi maqsad, koi plan nahin.  We live our lives just one day after another, no plans no direction.

 Once in a blue moon we'll be inspired by something. But only a few days later we will have forgotten all our carefully planned project. Phir,  after living a mediocre life ourself, we WILL make an effort to make sure no one else succeeds either. We will tell them just how and why they should NOT follow their dreams and aspirations. 

Who hasn't had a dream to become a great .... (fill in a passion) to be told: 
- Isse kamaau ge kya to khauge kya?
- Doctor ya Engineer ban jao, is field mein scope nahin hai!
- Humare khandaan mein yeh kaam nahin karte hain
- Tum ko sirf apni pari hai, apni zimmidariyon ko bhool gai?
- Agar tum ne yeh kya... to mere ghar mein tumhare liye jaga nahin etc. etc. etc.

Ok, I understand all parents, their  fears, their aspiration and apprehentions. Because I am a parent too! I did tell my teenage son to study hard so he can have all the facilities life has to offer. But you know what I told him too? 

I said: You have to finish at least bachelors, because Allah has given you enough brainpower to do so, but you can choose the field of YOUR liking! Because YOU are the one who's gonna have to study it and then live it every day of your life!

This is a lesson I learned from my father. He always wanted to become an aircraft engineer, and he did just that. In my entire life I haven't seen a day, when he didn't want to go to work! He truly enjoys his job. Soon he will retire, and in his heart secretly he is dreading the day, he will be separated from his beloved aircrafts!

This is the kind of passion and fun I wish for my children! Instead of clipping their wings,  Let's be the wind beneath their wings. 

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Ramadan Mubarak!

Ramadan Mubarak!

Mashallah Ramadan is upon us.It is a wonderful time. We stand united as a Muslim country! I personally think a lot of problems in Pakistan have nothing to do with Islam.We as a nation have adopted a policy of believing hear-say. Someone told me this, so it is a fact. I hear the Quran says…… so that is what Allah wants us to do. Why are we so afraid of the question why? Perhaps because we have been thought to be quiet and listen. Just do as told and NEVER ask questions. It is rude to ask why!  Well actually it is NOT!

It is a good thing to think about islam, about our faith, about our way of life.

For example: How many of you know why we fold the janamaz when we leave it for a while at home? The most common answer told to us is: Shaitaan will read namaz on it! How wonderful. Imagine what sawab I will get if I leave my janamaz unfolded all day, if I can make shaitaan read namaaz! Also how come in a mosque janamaz is already spread, won’t shaitaan read namaz here? Well common sense tells us , if we leave our janamaz unfolded it might get dusty and we would put our head on the dust. In mosques people leave their shoes outside and wash their feet before entering, so there is little or no dust there. So simple.

So this Ramadan let’s be different. This Ramadan let us read the Quran in urdu or English, whatever you feel comfortable with. The sawab will be the same, but the benefits will be much better. Finally we will know what we are reading. Inshallah Allah-taala will give us understanding and knowledge, Ameen! Ramadan Mubarak!

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katra katra baham darya (repost)

I am reposting this blogpost, because last year the people at steunpakistan.nl actually worked hard at making this happen. They were able to collect 65,930 PKR for these Eid gifts! The aim of project was to put a smile on a kids face, but they were able to put a smile on 200 kids faces. Mashallah! So here we go again, let's see if we can beat that number and make 500 kids happy! Pakistani's around the globe: Unite like drops in the ocean! Katra katra baham darya....

 This was specially true for the flood of 2010. The worls watched in awe as tiny drops of rains joined forces and became overwhelming, ravishing anf devastating floods! 


But by the grace of Allah the omnipotent, this was also true for helping hands. We as one nation rose to the occasion and helped the flood victims with food and shelter. With our joined efforts we have rebuilt hundreds of villages, with better facilities now than they had before the floods.


Dekha: we ARE a nation. A nation of kind, hardworking and giving people!  This Eid let's give something to these pakistani, who seem to be forgotton in the daily humdrum of life.  I think we should give them an Eid-gift.  Nothing big or expensive. Just simply something to show that they are NOT forgotten,sending a strong message that they are loved and cared for. That their lives DO matter.

I would suggest:Take a shoebox, fill it with some small things of your choice, and an Eid card that sends a message of thoughtfulness and support.

For example: 2 small toys, soap, a comb, some pencils, a copy or color book, kaida, and something sweet that travels well, chooriyan and, now decorate the box, with ribbon, a dupatta, paint, wrapping paper or anything you like. 


Be as creative as you can. It must look like something you would give to a loved one!  Send the box to any of the newly built villages. If you cannot find any see: http://www.steunpakistan.nl/en/?subpage=56

Not to be put in the box

:- Food that spoils easily and fruits

-  War toys: like guns and tanks etc!

- Animal toys etc.

- clothes and shoes (as this makes the box too heavy and let's face it is a shoebox not pandora's box;P)

If Allah has given you enough, instead of filling one box with luxury item, make two! Do gharon mein jaega, do gharon mein khushian aur muskurahatein hoongi. If filling one box is beyond your means, have your whole family help you. Everyone adds one thing and before you know it the box is full! Dekha katra katr baham darya!

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Hamari Izzat … dena dilana

In Pakistan we have outlined reasons for giving and receiving. We give gifts not for the receiving party to be happy and delighted, feeling loved and valuable. We give gifts as a status symbol.

-          To those with a higher status: we give gifts apni Izzat bachane ke liye. What will they think. We don’t have taste? What will they think, we can’t afford anything?  What will they think, we are poor?  


s    So when our daughter is getting married not only do we shower our daughter with gifts (commonly known as Jehez), we give gifts to one and all. From our mothers, sisters, other daughters to phuppi, chachi, my daughters in-laws to be to the lady who cleans the house. Ofcourse certain people do have the right, but they are usually not the ones to ask. 


S   All this is giving is good and well, but on these occasions we have many many costs as it is. And all these things keep adding on. How can any man afford this? No wonder girls are a need for worry, even in these days. 

I believe it's up to the ladies of the house to say no to these extra's. When your relative's say: Itni bari khushi hai, mein to suit loongi! Instead of saying haan haan aap ka to haq hai, say acha theek hai dekti hoon. And then just forget about it. (YES, Forget about it!) 
I
     Every time you remember her request say to yourself: I love and respect my husband enough not to make this an issue. He has plenty of stuff to do, arrange and buy. Without me adding to his burden!

     Now many will state, you can buy a less expensive suit for yourself or your other kids, and manage the relatives. It is even considered being sooghar in many homes to do so. But this is how these customs have come to live! We are not doing Pakistan a favor by sustaining them. Your husband works hard every day for YOU to have a good life, and perhaps save a little. Not to give it away! He will appreciate you looking great at your daughter's wedding! Aap se zyaada bari khushi kissi aur ki hai, after all it's YOUR daughter!

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HAQ

I have a friend who has a bachelor degree, her husband is at a very good post and earns, more than mine. She cleans other peoples homes and watches their children. Why? So she can send money to her parents. One day I asked, why don't you save money from the clothes budget to send them money. Her answer was: My husband works for our home, me and our child. Not for my parents, it wouldn't be fair of me, my parents are not his responsibility! 

Hamari Izzat: Showtime!

In Pakistan we love our izzat. Izzat meaning what the world thinks of me. We measure our success and failures by what people say or even might say about us. Humari izzat hamare kaam, mehnat, talents, khoobiyon aur brotherhood se nahin hoti hai.

What if our izzat was not in the mind and hearts of others? What if we could be genuinly proud of ourselves and our next of kin?

Showtime!

Aisa lagta hai humari izzat show baazi mein hai. In Pakistan we have a lack of windows in our shops, so lighting is a must. But instead of just using lights as needed, we go overboard. Every shop seems like a set for an elaborate tv show.  Agar hamari dukaan pe lighting jagmag na karrahi ho to koi nahin aega. In a country where thousands die because of the effects of load shedding. Can we afford to light up as much as we do?

If we really have to have a well lit shop, we can use better light sources like skylights and lightboxes. After the first investment, there's no more cost for electricity or replacement. And you shop will shine!

Saadgi is the best thing to show off!

P.S. for those of you wanting to know where to buy this, there are many sites.  for example: http://www.solatube.com/residential/what-is-daylighting/what-every-homeowner-should-know.php

http://www.solarsystem.pk/

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Humari Izzat:Humara Libaas!

Humari izzat humara libaas!

In Pakistan we love our izzat. Izzat meaning what the world thinks of me. We measure our success and failures by what people say or even might say about us. Humari izzat hamare kaam, mehnat, talents, khoobiyon aur brotherhood se nahin hoti hai.

I remember an aunt of my mom was widowed when I was a child. They were upper middle class. Yet when uncle died, they didn't receive the widower allowance for months. With 7 kids, eldest being 19 what could she do? So auntyji made food only once a day. They didn't buy new clothes for months. And when the clothes they did have, looked faded on one side, auntie unstitched  her clothes and restitched them inside out!

She didn't ask for anything. What the family gave her was enough, I never heard her complain about how difficult life was, with so little money, with no one to go to for advice and support like only a husband can give you.Is ko kehte hain safaid pochi!

Agar humari Izzat really humare libaas mein ho. Wouldn't life be about posture, grace and humility?

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Humari izzat: Halla Gulla!

In Pakistan we love our izzat. Izzat meaning what the world thinks of me. We measure our success and failures by what people say or even might say about us. Humari izzat hamare kaam, mehnat, talents, khoobiyon aur brotherhood se nahin hoti hai.

We go to really weird extents to somehow save our izzat. It seems Izzat nowadays is like sand in our hands. We are so busy holding on, that anything that actually matters seems to slip through. When we look back  at our lives, bas izzat bachate huwe guzar gai. Haasil kya huwa? Haan dunya ke liye hum ne zidagi gawadi. We spend the hard earned money (literly) on others. People who come and go. After which we have to take it easy for months. Until some new event arises. Instead of going from month to month with our income, in Pakistan we go from one event to another: kabhi behen ki beti ki shaadi, to kabhi mehmaan ka aana. 

Don't get me wrong I am not saying ke behen ki beti ka koi haq nahin hai, or that we should shut the door on guests. I am just trying to say dena dilana to chalta rahe ga, magar yeh sab is not worth my husband (or sons) sanity and health.

Let me just say,  in the west Pakistanis are used to having 50-70 people over, and cooking and serving everything themselves, and not just dinner either, we have pakistani snacks AND dinner! As the one who arranges all social contacts in our home, I am also responsible for all arrangements for parties, gift giving and day to day budgeting.  My husband gives me a certain amount every month and within this budget I have to arrange for every thing from food, clothes, gifts, parties etc. I arrange this by being on the lookout for bargains. I have a list for every event coming up and a budget accordingly. I try to beat that budget, sometimes I succeed and sometimes I just get a deal by spending the amount fixed for gifts on something that would usually cost double.

 For example for parties I preplan. Every time I go shopping I buy something needed for the party, like one week I buy extra rice, and the next something small to decorate with etc. So by the time I have the party I only have to buy the fresh things. It saves energy, headaches, money and headaches about money! And I get to enjoy the party better! 

 Izzat, gifting, parties sab ho gai and most important: By doing so I don't give my husband extra burden for stuff. Because stuff doesn't matter but he  and his health does! Meri Izzat mera shohar!

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Fashion!

In Pakistan we love fashion! Our hemline changes every year, our sleevestyle every season and our suits every week.

 Har aurat ek designer hai! So many talented women tell me they stich a new suit every week and wear it for jummah ki namaz. But what do we do with all these clothes? I cannot even imagine wearing 52 new suits every year! Some say they give away most clothes after having worn them once or twice. What if we would stich one suit a week in the size of our maid, or her children? We would get double the sawab  on Jummah!

Hamari Izzat!

In Pakistan we love our izzat. Izzat meaning what the world thinks of me. We measure our success and failures by what people say or even might say about us.  We have a culture of keeping up appearances. Log kya kahenge is what is most important. Aur log.... woh to sirf negative bolte hain.

 Humari Izzat:

* Sab nazar ka khel hai!

* Humara Mohalla!

* Halla gulla!

* Humara Libaas!

In Pakistan  if my neighbour has a bigger house than I do, I'll say yeh to haram ki kamai ka hai. Aur agar mujhe pata hai ke yeh halal ka hai, I'll say:haan yeh to abhi banaya hai. pehle pata hai kaise rehte the?

Just plain jealousy. I can't bare to see someone, anyone with bigger, better nicer thing than ME!

Nowadays we would rather live beyond our means to show off, than save a little and pay zakat. We would rather show off new clothes, a big house, a new car etc. than show we have limited resources. Hamari Izzat hamari daulat aur halaat se hoti hai, humare kirdaar aur nekion se nahin. Humari izzat hamare kaam, mehnat, talents, khoobiyon aur brotherhood se nahin hoti hai. 


Kaash hamari izzat isme hoti ke hamare mohalle mein koi bhooka nahin sota. Kaash hameri izzat is mein hoti ke hamare bachon ke schoolon mein koi aisa nahin hota jiski fees pay nahin hoti. Kaash hamari izzat, humare mulk ki izzat mein hoti! Kaash......


 Kuch to log kahenge.... acha kareinge to acha kehenge bhi! Socho agar hum sab aisa sochein to humara Pakistan, sahi mein humari izzat ka bais ho.

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Humari Izzat: Humara Mohalla!

In Pakistan we love our izzat. Izzat meaning what the world thinks of me. We measure our success and failures by what people say or even might say about us. Humari izzat hamare kaam, mehnat, talents, khoobiyon aur brotherhood se nahin hoti hai.

What if our izzat was not in the mind and hearts of others? What if we could be genuinly proud of ourselves and our next of kin?

Hamara Mohalla!

Hum kahan rehte hain, kis ilaake mein, kis mohalle mein aur kaise ghar mein. Yeh sab effects our status position. Well this is true for most of human kind. Everyone wants to live in the best environments.

But in other countries people move around, so they often get to choose and change their neighborhoods. In Pakistan we usually live in the same home where we grew up in.  This makes us grounded and loved, since most of our neighbors are like extended family.  But what if our grandfather didn't buy a plot in the right area? What if he let go of plots in the posh areas to be closer to family? Ab hum to phas gay na!

Waise bhi ab hamare mohalle ka haal dekha? Yahan kon rehna pasand karega? Kissi ke ghar ki deewaaron pe rang nahin hai, kahin pe road mein gadhein hain. Kahin gali mein ladke jama huwe hain, to kissi ke ghar pe gate ke bajae parda latak raha hai. Aise mohalle mein kaise log rehte honge?

Bas hum jaise hi log rehte hain. What if we asked those same boys who hang around to protect our neighborhoods, in return they get a nice bench and chai from a different home everyday? What if we ask all the girls living here to help one chachi once a week, with whatever she needs help with? What if we all help to keep things clean by just picking up if we see any litter. What if all the chacha's join forces to plant and upkeep plants and flowers in the neighborhood?

Then we can truly say Humari Izzat, hamara mohalla!!

This picture is taken in taken italy.

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Humari Izzat: Sab nazar ka khel hai!

When I was 15 on one occasion I was coming home from high school . It was dark because in Holland in winter magrib is at 17.00 . The subway I was traveling in was almost empty. Here people try to sit alone and not disturb other people. So everyone was minding their business. 

Suddenly a Pakistani comes and sits right beside me. This was really odd. I tried ignoring him. But I could see in the window he was staring at me, even though he was sitting right next to me. A station was coming closer so I stood up and very casually went to the door. And so did he. He got out, but I didn’t. And when he saw I was still on the subway he quickly got into the next wagon, and kept an eye on me. 

Now I was really afraid. In my mind I was going over my options. If  I would get out at my station he would know I live nearby. And if I stay on the subway I don’t know how and if I would be getting back home. Meanwhile the subway is moving and time is running out.  I ask the almighty to come to my rescue, my heart is pounding in my throat and I feel the sweat on my palms. Yet I try to look as calm and collective as I possibly can. 

As soon as the subway stops at my station I take a run for the escalator. But instead of running down, I stop. And so does everyone behind me. Now the man cannot move, because everyone in front of him has stopped. Again I start running down the escalator and when I am at ground level I start to walk towards my home. Making sure I am walking in lighted area, and within hearing range of many people. When I come home I start trembling and shaking like a leave.

To this day I feel ashamed that the kafir’s I grew up with NEVER made me feel looked at but even in this foreign country a Pakistani made me fear my life.

I believe this is the fault of many men but most of all the women of our country. I too am a mother  of a son. I have always talked with him about ladies, izzat, good thoughts, and bad thoughts. He knows it’s haram to look at girls in this manner.( notice I talk with him, meaning it is a dialogue, inviting questions and answering them)

 I have thought him about this when he was 6! He asked why girls are different and I told him: Allah in his infinite wisdom has made us different but equal. You should always respect women and expect respect from them.

Now If I told you my son eats pork, I would have half the country blaming me for not being a good muslima and mother. But if I told you: mera beta ladkiyon ko chedta hai.  Most of you would say, well boys will be boys. Chalo koi nahin akhir mard ka bacha hai. This is where mother’s are wrong.

 If Pakistan is to truly become the islamic republic of Pakistan. Every mother, father and teacher should teach boys and girls: Humari Izzat: sab nazar ka khel hai!

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Dream home come true!

In Europe people prefer to shift homes when they no longer fit their needs. This involves changing schools, neighbours and friends.  Few people nowadays live in the same home their parents grew up in. So this shifting around also brings along a sense of rootlessness.


In Pakistan people prefer to change their homes according to their lives. Here  homes are usually built in fases. Each fase our home is in, is representing what fase our life is in. When I start out I have a plot of land. I build a home on it. As my family expands I add rooms, bathrooms and even terraces. So almost every family remodels their home several times in their lives. 


People just ask a builder to add a room. Instead if I think about my life, my needs and my wishes for my family and my home. I can bauild a home that is easier adaptable to everyones changing needs.


For instance in our home in karachi the wind goes from left to right. So if I build a passage going left to right over the lenght of the plot my home will be cooler all year. If my family likes privacy for the ladies from male guests, I can make a seperate entree for ladies with a simple courtyard and veranda for the ladies to sit. If I regularly haven friends over to dinner have a large dining area, where we can enjoy our food and company.


But instead of wanting to built it all at once. start in fases. Start with a kitchen, bathroom and 2 rooms. And expand throughout life. But keep in mind the final plan I want.


IF you can't think it up, go to an architect and ask him to make a plan that can be easily built in parts. This way you end up with a beatifull home in all fases of life! Dream home come true!

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