You only live once, make the most of it!
In Pakistan we start putting barriers between gender at an early age. Kids are told that there are certain things boys can do and certain things girls can. How can I say this? Well its because I have a daughter and a son who go to two different highly acclaimed schools in Karachi and come back to…
Many Pakistanis I meet are fed up, frustrated and pissed off at their lives being incomplete because even though they make enough they aren’t fulfilled. The chief reason they usually give for this un fulfillment is that they want to help their country but do not know how to. Obviously in a place where the system is morally and ethically…
We at Sarelief have worked with Nishat wellfare group through out this year in different stages on flood relief activities.  At present our funds have run out but since Nishat is gathering money for winter clothing for  flood affected and other poor families for distribution in Uc Burhoon district Sanghar, we are doing what we…
The new year is going to be here in 3.5 hours. Karachi is going to welcome it like it does every year. Â Sporadic gun fire, car horns, people doing crazy stunts on motorcycles, the have’s partying either at friends places or at various “charity” balls. The have nots gathering at sea view or trying to…
They entered their hotel like a hurricane and zarmina sat on the edge of the rumpled bed in their room her hand caressing the sheet as she watched her husband gather everything up in a flurry and throw it in the suitcases they had brought with them for their short vacation. He suddenly paused…
The question I initially had, about the blog awards in part one of this post has been half answered. My question was a result of the confusion generated from giving an award in the current affairs category to “The news” I had asked how this blog could win when it had not even been nominated. A fact…
t’s that time of the year again. Tis the season of the blog awards in Pakistan, a tradition that began in 2010 with CIO & Google partnering to host the first blog awards of this nation. No they aren’t some hokey pokey geeky awards given in the shape of graphics in an email to people…
 “I think I should introduce myself, I am Darika and used to live in a small fishing village an hours drive from here, well at that time I did not even know what a car was until Bimal came into my life and brought me here†She sipped from her cup as her…
There is a strange feeling in the air these days. No its not the smell of rotting blood from the carcasses strew about after Eid ul adha but something a little more unfamiliar. Everywhere I go and whoever I meet talks about one subject alone, what should we make of “Imran Khan†Previously the same…
“Old coot, bastard†exclaimed Jalal having inhaled some of the dust kicked up “Well what do you except man, after the way you spoke to him we could have at least gone back with him†muttered zarmina, knowing they would probably have to in the next hour or so as the afternoon sun was burning…