I’ll tell you what it feels like. It feels like another bloody promise. Bloody. Bloody. Bang bang. Shot dead. This is the promise.

When I woke up in the morning to see my screen flashing the news of the PTI leader Zahra Hussain, being shot dead in Karachi, I felt no words, nothing is going to change. She is dead. The woman was shot dead.

Let’s rewind a bit. Take Friday. A bomb blows up 13 people in a masjid. A masjid. There is blood on the floor and there is blood everywhere. Misery. Hatred. Blood. I see the future now.


Kyun nahi ye khoon rukta? When will this end? Or does it end with us?

Head down in despair and shame. I’m sorry. No words can comfort. Bhai boht ho gaya. Boht zayada hogaya hai. And where ever you bleeding pieces of crap of murderers are - know this that you’re gonna rot, if not today phir kal tu zaroor.


I’m out.

Pakistan. History. Elections 2013.

Pakistan. History. Elections 2013.

“Pata nahi kyun, Pata nahi kyun, mera dil yeh keh raha hai k parson shaam ko hum sub shukranay k nafal parh rahay hongay aur Naya Pakistan ka jashaan manaenge In Sha Allah” - Imran Khan Pakistan Zindabad. P.S. Jo bhi ho, hum ne koshish ki aur kartay rahay gain. Ye hamara mulk hai. Aur hum? Hum hai iskay pasbaan.

“Pata nahi kyun, Pata nahi kyun, mera dil yeh keh raha hai k parson shaam ko hum sub shukranay k nafal parh rahay hongay aur Naya Pakistan ka jashaan manaenge In Sha Allah” - Imran Khan

Pakistan Zindabad.

P.S. Jo bhi ho, hum ne koshish ki aur kartay rahay gain. Ye hamara mulk hai. Aur hum? Hum hai iskay pasbaan.

Thursday and Friday are officially off in the country. There is just one thing on in our minds, on our tongues and in our discussions: the elections.

The city is filled with balconies and rooftops supporting the fluttering flags of the their respective beloved political party. It is intense, it is passionate and yet it is scary.

I have a feeling that PML-N will sweep the elections but I shudder to think that. I need - we need PTI to win. We want change. 

Nearly all the people I know are rooting and voting for PTI. I would too if only I had gotten my files to register myself as a voter, in time. Alas, I shall not let that happen again. But that’s beside the point. The point is, it’s high time for us to change. For us to stand up, for us to be better humans, better Pakistanis. Time for Naya Pakistan

Let’s see what the big days have in store for us. It’s been bloody lately. Maybe, the dawn is going to break after all.

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One small misstep is all it takes to send millions of Pakistani hearts leaping into mouths. At least, that is, when the step in question sends one tumbling head-first 14 feet to the ground below, and the man taking that step is Imran Khan, the leader of the Pakistan Tehreek-e-Insaf and a man who has captured the political imagination of much of the country.

One small misstep is all it takes to send millions of Pakistani hearts leaping into mouths. At least, that is, when the step in question sends one tumbling head-first 14 feet to the ground below, and the man taking that step is Imran Khan, the leader of the Pakistan Tehreek-e-Insaf and a man who has captured the political imagination of much of the country.

(via heckyeahpakistan)

indigenousdialogues:

Pakistani Britain-based artist, KhaverDream MachineMixed mediah 21 x 12 x 10 cm

This thing is a piece of beauty.

indigenousdialogues:

Pakistani Britain-based artist, Khaver
Dream Machine
Mixed media
h 21 x 12 x 10 cm

This thing is a piece of beauty.

mama-panther:

Me to men.

mama-panther:

Me to men.

um-er:

Pindi back street by Noorkhan on Flickr.

The city streets I have always known and but then, not so much.

um-er:

Pindi back street by Noorkhan on Flickr.

The city streets I have always known and but then, not so much.

(via karachi2delhi)

realnaveed:

Towards #Rawalpindi #Pakistan #RoadTrip #OnTheRoad

I know these roads.

realnaveed:

Towards #Rawalpindi #Pakistan #RoadTrip #OnTheRoad

I know these roads.

(via karachi2delhi)

bohemiansufi:

Looking out by lukexmartin on Flickr.

I don’t know what this art of creating such patterns through the wall are called but they always manage to make me think of Shalimaar Gardens, Lahore  and the walls of houses in Peshawar.

bohemiansufi:

Looking out by lukexmartin on Flickr.

I don’t know what this art of creating such patterns through the wall are called but they always manage to make me think of Shalimaar Gardens, Lahore and the walls of houses in Peshawar.

(via karachi2delhi)

mohandasgandhi:

brofiling:

white privilege radically changes the appearance of Tsarnaev bros
This is how brofiling actually works in real life. The Week Magazine ran with this image as their cover sketch.
Just so it is said, clearly and unambiguously: the Tsarnaev brothers are white guys. They are white. The FBI’s own wanted poster for Dzhokhar Tsarnaev lists his race as “white”, but you would never know it from the cover image on The Week.
Hold up the cover to someone else, and ask them how many white people they can see on the cover. Chances are they will identify Gabby Giffords on the top left and the image of the Boston policemen (all white men) on the top right, but how about those two guys in the center? Nope, not a chance that anyone would say these caricatures look white.
Why? Because in addition to being white they are also “Muslim”, which is the current dehumanizing “Other” that whiteness has constructed as a sanctioned target for violence in US popular culture.
This is how white privilege works in media representations and everyday life: when the criminal suspects are demonstrably white men, seize upon any aspect of difference and magnify it such that they become Othered, non-white, and menacing. If it is too hard to do so, simply dismiss them as aberrations and isolated cases of insanity. This is also how white culture, specifically the process of whiteness in conjunction with white privilege, portrays several non-white identities, including those that are now considered white but at one time were decidedly not so. For example, see here for how the Irish were depicted as violent apes or lazy drunks in the late 1800s to early 1900s.

If this story is true, Tamerlan Tsarnaev clearly self-identified as a white Muslim. The Week Magazne is active on Tumblr. Maybe they can help explain how this cover happened.

mohandasgandhi:

brofiling:

white privilege radically changes the appearance of Tsarnaev bros

This is how brofiling actually works in real life. The Week Magazine ran with this image as their cover sketch.

Just so it is said, clearly and unambiguously: the Tsarnaev brothers are white guys. They are white. The FBI’s own wanted poster for Dzhokhar Tsarnaev lists his race as “white”, but you would never know it from the cover image on The Week.

Hold up the cover to someone else, and ask them how many white people they can see on the cover. Chances are they will identify Gabby Giffords on the top left and the image of the Boston policemen (all white men) on the top right, but how about those two guys in the center? Nope, not a chance that anyone would say these caricatures look white.

Why? Because in addition to being white they are also “Muslim”, which is the current dehumanizing “Other” that whiteness has constructed as a sanctioned target for violence in US popular culture.

This is how white privilege works in media representations and everyday life: when the criminal suspects are demonstrably white men, seize upon any aspect of difference and magnify it such that they become Othered, non-white, and menacing. If it is too hard to do so, simply dismiss them as aberrations and isolated cases of insanity. This is also how white culture, specifically the process of whiteness in conjunction with white privilege, portrays several non-white identities, including those that are now considered white but at one time were decidedly not so. For example, see here for how the Irish were depicted as violent apes or lazy drunks in the late 1800s to early 1900s.

If this story is true, Tamerlan Tsarnaev clearly self-identified as a white Muslim. The Week Magazne is active on Tumblr. Maybe they can help explain how this cover happened.

(via a-thousand-desires)

Karachi me baarish? Lovely news I heard today! Since lately it has been dark and too many grey clouds. Guess this was the pretty silver lining. You Karachiites there? Having acha khasa fun?
I shall now retire to think of the wet pavements and the petrichor therein.

I wish we could stop apologising for the crimes we didn’t commit and which our religion doesn’t preach for.

(via arabarabarab)

Today’s afternoon was spent in a Rickshaw in the city’s busy and tight streets. I went with my grandfather in the April spring. There was so much life outside. I went through the same road I do - five days a week to my university - but at 2pm it was completely different. It was filled with people and school boys and girls. A jumpy ride on a street I remembered differently. I needed some things for my work while on the way back grandfather got some flowers. Actually, way alot. It was plain wonderful. The city streets. The sun, the flowers packed in our bags, the ride in the rickshaw - to and back - and grandfather by my side. This was Saturday best.

Today’s afternoon was spent in a Rickshaw in the city’s busy and tight streets. I went with my grandfather in the April spring. There was so much life outside. I went through the same road I do - five days a week to my university - but at 2pm it was completely different. It was filled with people and school boys and girls. A jumpy ride on a street I remembered differently. I needed some things for my work while on the way back grandfather got some flowers. Actually, way alot. It was plain wonderful.

The city streets. The sun, the flowers packed in our bags, the ride in the rickshaw - to and back - and grandfather by my side. This was Saturday best.

Put together posts and voices inside my head and the ones that I find/see. This is where they come alive. Typing this down from Pakistan. Hello, there.

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