Accept Israel- A Solution to Muslim World Misery

What is the ultimate decision to end the so-called war against Muslims by the whole western world? We have to understand that everything can't serve our interests. It's time to accept the bitter truth and look to move forward. After World War 1 and dismantling of Ottoman Empire, there was enough room for both Palestinians and the minor population of Jews, but most of the land was ruled by Kingdom of Jordan. On November 2, 1917, in Balfour declaration, it was decided that a Jewish national homeland would be built in Palestine. We must consider that the State of Israel is not a newly born state and that it existed before the Persian Empire (1392 BC).  There was always a Jewish population in the region. When the number of Jewish immigrants suddenly rose onwards from the 1880's, the economy of this very under populated and very poor country to accelerated dramatically, attracting the parallel stream of Arabs from the surrounding countries who came in looking for jobs. A famous Palestine leader, Areef Dajani said: "It is impossible to live with the Jews. In all countries where they were at present, they were not wanted because they always arrive and suck the blood of everybody and if the immigration of Jews didn't stop, this county would become a river of blood". In Peel's commission report 1937, it was decided to divide the territory into two states; 20% to Jews along the North Sea coast and remaining 80 % to Palestine but again rejected by Arabs. During the Israeli War of Independence 1948, the local Arab armies and leaders identified with Syria, Jordan, and Egypt and thought of themselves as such. At the end of the war, the Arab allotted land was divided between Israel, Egypt (Gaza), and Jordan. The Egyptians refused to let the Gazans become independent or Egyptian citizens. Eventually, the Jordanians did allow some refugees become citizens, but not all. There had been many peace conferences where it was decided that Israel would return to Pre-1967 Borders but the talks never went further and were rejected by Arabs. At Camp David in 2000, new partition plan was proposed again to Palestine giving a west bank/Gaza Palestine State and east Jerusalem as Palestine Capital but Yasser Arafat walked out of negotiations and launched a second attack. In 2005, Israel moved to 1967 border leaving flower industry to start the local economy but the response was opposite and they burnt the greenhouse industry. In September 2008, Israel offered 100 % of West Bank and Gaza to prior June 1967 border and East Jerusalem as capital but again rejected by Palestine Prime Minister.

Well my point of discussion is not just acceptance of Israel?

Acceptance of Israel State by the Muslim world would allow to end the cold war between west and east; USA, UN, Arabs, Israel, Pakistan and India. Furthermore, peace talks can be held for the future of Iraq and Palestine stopping the Muslims bloodshed. We have to understand that this is a global politics scenario. Jerusalem, Baghdad, Kabul and next targets; Iran (Tehran) and Pakistan (Karachi) are a part of plan to seize the fuel resources of Central Asia. Whosoever reached there would able to control the future world. But, acceptance of Israel can lead us to many solutions. We believe Zionists had captured the land of Palestine, well at least what history tells us. For instance, Mughals too captured the land of Hindus and was ruled by Muslim leaders. Similarly, the Raja of Kashmir decided to join India during partition, leaving Kashmiri Muslims in misery. This is no false analogy. Though Jews and Muslims are believers of holy books yet they failed to come up with mutual acceptance. We as Muslim states have failed to increase our joint perceptive instead of strengthening the Islamic Council, leading us to face these challenges in the present era. If we were strong enough and not habitual of USA interference in our countries (Pakistan, Iran 60’s, Egypt, Saudi Arab, Iraq, Syria), the present era would have been different. If we have to live peacefully then cordial relationships between countries are important, so resolving Palestine issue is of major significance.indu HiH On the other hand, Hindus and Muslims are two completely different nations but they were living together since 1556 until their struggle for independence till 1947. The main deadlock between these two countries is on water issues and terrorism. First of all, we must sign a 10 or 25 year peace treaty, so we could save billions of Rupees of military expenditure since 1947. Trade and travelling would allow gaining confidence of each other and then we could talk on Kashmir issue; dividing the Kashmir and Resources with mutual approval is the only possible answer to both the parties and Kashmir.

Fiction Story: I Am A Perfect Murderer (Complete Version)

My name is Bolger and I was born on July 23, 1976, in Budapest, to a Hungarian Christian family. My two older sisters, Maria and Mica, and I were part of an educational experiment carried out by my father Laszlo Bolger, in an attempt to prove that children could become exceptionally intelligent if trained in a specialist subject from a very early age. "Geniuses are made, not born", was my father Laszlo's thesis. He and my mother Clara educated us at home, with chess as the specialist subject. My father also taught us the international language Esperanto. They received resistance from Hungarian authorities as home-schooling was not a "socialist" approach. They also received criticism at the time from some western commentators for depriving the children of a normal childhood. By most reports we appeared contended and well-adjusted, but in reality the excessive training and tough schedule had started to make me loose grip on my sanity. I felt a deep and weird behavioral change and became an ignorant, wild and uncivilized child.

It was August 17, 1982 while our family was coming from a gathering late night, rain was pouring down on us. Our car had accidently crossed the wrong side of the road and we were hit by another car. The collision had cost me my family, while I was strangled in the car for six hours. The showers were merciless as no other traveler had a clue about the wreckage. Nevertheless, I broke free and gazed upon the long stretch of road. Hopelessness clouded my thoughts and I wish I was dead. The harsh treatment from my parents had brought a mixed reaction in my mind. I was juvenile but thankful to my parents because I had a talent of playing chess, good chess indeed. I went to the famous Pawn ‘n’ Prawns Chess Club in the city and beat the international master, Jose Manteno. It was like a shock to him and others were bewildered too. My talent was appreciated and my quick recognition got me a job in the club. I worked there and beat several opponents. My uncanny ability to beat the opposition brought me laurels amongst the club. It became a habit of mine not losing which was also effectively minimizing my psychotic behavior.

On the evening of February 10, 1988, I was busy with my daily routine with the guests in the club. Suddenly, I felt the splash of cold air when the main door opened and a young sultry woman entered the room. E very eye turned towards her. When admiring a girl some men start with her head and work down. I start with the ankles and work up. She wore black high-heeled velvet shoes and a tight-fitting black dress that stopped high enough above the knees to reveal the most perfectly tapering legs. As my eyes continued their upward sweep they paused to take in her narrow waist and slim athletic figure. But it was the oval face that I found captivating, slightly pouting lips and the largest blue eyes I've ever seen, crowned with a head of thick, black, short-cut hair that literally shone with luster. I followed her every movement, patronizingly unable to accept she could be a player. The landlord sees to it that the thirty tables are set out for us and that food and drinks are readily available. Three or four other clubs in the district send half a dozen opponents to play a couple of blitz games, giving us a chance to face rivals we would not normally play. The rules for the matches are simple enough - one minute on the clock is the maximum allowed for each move, so a game rarely lasts for more than an hour, and if a pawn hasn't been captured in thirty moves the game is automatically declared a draw. A short break for a drink between games, paid for by the loser, ensures that everyone has the chance to challenge two opponents during the evening. I found it hard to concentrate on my opponent's well-rehearsed Moscow opening as my eyes kept leaving the board and wandering over to the girl in the black dress. On the one occasion our eyes did meet she gave me an enigmatic smile, but although I tried again I was unable to elicit the same response a second time. Despite being preoccupied I still managed to defeat the accountant, who seemed unaware that there were several ways out of a seven-pawn attack. At the half-time break three other members of the club had offered her a drink before I even reached the bar. I knew I could not hope to play my second match against the girl as I would be expected to challenge one of the visiting team captains. In fact she ended up playing the accountant. I defeated my new opponent in a little over forty minutes and, as a solicitous host, began to take an interest in the other matches that were still being played. I set out on a circuitous route that ensured I ended up at her table. I could see that the accountant already had the better of her and within moments of my arrival she had lost both her queen and the game. I introduced myself and found that just shaking hands with her was a sexual experience. Her name, she told me, was Amanda Curzon.

"Well, I must be off," she announced suddenly. I asked her for the match next day. She accepted my offer. I dropped her to her car and asked for a promise that she would return next day to continue the game. She accepted without any hesitation. It was a perfect night of mine as I never had any feelings for somebody. I started counting each second and could not wait for next day. Next morning, I woke up early, shaved the beard and took out my Armani white shirt and black pant. I went to the club earlier and tried to finish off all the work so there would be nobody to disturb me. She came in the evening as promised. I took her to the executive part of chess club and we began the game. The first game we played, it took twenty minutes to end the game in my favor. I found that girls are not as bad players as we men often think of. The second game took a little longer as I made a silly mistake early on, castling on my queen's side, and it took several moves to recover. However, I still managed to finish the game off in thirty minutes. Then she demanded to leave as she had to meet someone in city centre. I opted not to force her to stop. We did make the promise to meet later for dinner. As the days passed, we came closer as friends but to me, I felt that it was more than that. Now we were not restricted ourselves to chess games only. We met each other for lunch, did shopping together and we both came closer and closer as the days passed. Then, a night came when we both couldn’t resist our feelings and slept together. Next day, I started thinking to get settled in life and Amanda would be the perfect choice as my life partner. I decided to propose her in the evening. I bought a ring for her and for the rest of the day was dreaming of beginning of new life but I didn't know of the suffering that awaited me.

Next day, I went to her home to give her a surprise but I was in for a repercussion. She had betrayed me, she was with another man, Steven Linley ( a well known corrupt cop). I followed them and later found that Linley and Amanda had been in relationship for the last six years. Both were offenders of taking money from innocent people. I had a severe heart broken feeling and the hidden bad man was just about to come out of me. I ensured myself that it cannot be me who will suffer from all of this. I would make them suffer and I knew what I would be going at. Death is only the end for both of them.

I called Amanda for dinner at my home for a chess game and to discuss about our relationship. She arrived home by eight in the evening, she was looking as gorgeous as usual but I wasn't fading away with her charm this time. I asked her to wait in the dining room  so I could bring a bottle of champagne. She didn't know that she was taking her last few breaths. I took my weapon and move towards her and attacked from back to give her a blow on neck and left her there to die slowly. Then I called police. I immediately confessed the crime to Linley on the scene. After two days, it was hearing in court .However, at my arraignment, I retracted my confession.

At the trial, I acted as my own attorney. I revealed that the arresting officer (Linley) was having an affair with the victim and was also present during my interrogation. His confession was ruled to be inadmissible as evidence, as it was fruit of the poisonous tree. The opposite lawyer unable to discover any weapon on the place. Since the house was under surveillance the entire time from the time of murder to arrest, the police were baffled. They were in disarray how the victim was killed as I confessed later that I found my girlfriend murdered at my home. Linley was sorry that because of his wrong doings, Amanda (her wife found later in the investigation) was killed. So, he decided to kill himself and was found dead in his apartment. I was released without any charge and guilty. I had accomplished my desire to lead them to death. I went my home, laugh at Amanda murder place, went to kitchen to get the bottle of champagne. Wait, there is a missing ice spike in the refrigerator.

THE END

Fiction Story: I Am A Perfect Murderer (Part 2)

...."Well, I must be off," she announced suddenly. I asked her for the match next day. She accepted my offer. I dropped her to her car and asked for a promise that she would return next day to continue the game. She accepted without any hesitation. It was a perfect night of mine as I never had any feelings for somebody. I started counting each second and could not wait for next day. Next morning, I woke up early, shaved the beard and took out my Armani white shirt and black pant. I went to the club earlier and tried to finish off all the work so there would be nobody to disturb me. She came in the evening as promised. I took her to the executive part of chess club and we began the game. The first game we played, it took twenty minutes to end the game in my favor. I found that girls are not as bad players as we men often think of. The second game took a little longer as I made a silly mistake early on, castling on my queen's side, and it took several moves to recover. However, I still managed to finish the game off in thirty minutes. Then she demanded to leave as she had to meet someone in city centre. I opted not to force her to stop. We did make the promise to meet later for dinner. As the days passed, we came closer as friends but to me, I felt that it was more than that. Now we were not restricted ourselves to chess games only. We met each other for lunch, did shopping together and we both came closer and closer as the days passed. Then, a night came when we both couldn’t resist our feelings and slept together. Next day, I started thinking to get settled in life and Amanda would be the perfect choice as my life partner. I decided to propose her in the evening. I bought a ring for her and for the rest of the day was dreaming of beginning of new life but I didn't know of the suffering that awaited me.

Next day, I went to her home to give her a surprise but I was in for a repercussion. She had betrayed me, she was with another man, Steven Linley ( a well known corrupt cop). I followed them and later found that Linley and Amanda had been in relationship for the last six years. Both were offenders of taking money from innocent people. I had a severe heart broken feeling and the hidden bad man was just about to come out of me. I ensured myself that it cannot be me who will suffer from all of this. I would make them suffer and I knew what I would be going at. Death is only the end for both of them.

I called Amanda for dinner at my home for a chess game and to discuss about our relationship. She arrived home by eight in the evening, she was looking as gorgeous as usual but I wasn't fading away with her charm this time. I asked her to wait in the dining room  so I could bring a bottle of champagne. She didn't know that she was taking her last few breaths. I took my weapon and move towards her and attacked from back to give her a blow on neck and left her there to die slowly. Then I called police. I immediately confessed the crime to Linley on the scene. After two days, it was hearing in court .However, at my arraignment, I retracted my confession.

At the trial, I acted as my own attorney. I revealed that the arresting officer (Linley) was having an affair with the victim and was also present during my interrogation. His confession was ruled to be inadmissible as evidence, as it was fruit of the poisonous tree. The opposite lawyer unable to discover any weapon on the place. Since the house was under surveillance the entire time from the time of murder to arrest, the police were baffled. They were in disarray how the victim was killed as I confessed later that I found my girlfriend murdered at my home. Linley was sorry that because of his wrong doings, Amanda (her wife found later in the investigation) was killed. So, he decided to kill himself and was found dead in his apartment. I was released without any charge and guilty. I had accomplished my desire to lead them to death. I went my home, laugh at Amanda murder place, went to kitchen to get the bottle of champagne. Wait, there is a missing ice spike in the refrigerator.

                                                                             THE END

Fiction Story: I Am A Perfect Murderer (Part 1)

My name is Bolger and I was born on July 23, 1976, in Budapest, to a Hungarian Christian family. My two older sisters, Maria and Mica, and I were part of an educational experiment carried out by my father Laszlo Bolger, in an attempt to prove that children could become exceptionally intelligent if trained in a specialist subject from a very early age. "Geniuses are made, not born", was my father Laszlo's thesis. He and my mother Clara educated us at home, with chess as the specialist subject. My father also taught us the international language Esperanto. They received resistance from Hungarian authorities as home-schooling was not a "socialist" approach. They also received criticism at the time from some western commentators for depriving the children of a normal childhood. By most reports we appeared contended and well-adjusted, but in reality the excessive training and tough schedule had started to make me loose grip on my sanity. I felt a deep and weird behavioral change and became an ignorant, wild and uncivilized child.

It was August 17, 1982 while our family was coming from a gathering late night, rain was pouring down on us. Our car had accidently crossed the wrong side of the road and we were hit by another car. The collision had cost me my family, while I was strangled in the car for six hours. The showers were merciless as no other traveler had a clue about the wreckage. Nevertheless, I broke free and gazed upon the long stretch of road. Hopelessness clouded my thoughts and I wish I was dead. The harsh treatment from my parents had brought a mixed reaction in my mind. I was juvenile but thankful to my parents because I had a talent of playing chess, good chess indeed. I went to the famous Pawn ‘n’ Prawns Chess Club in the city and beat the international master, Jose Manteno. It was like a shock to him and others were bewildered too. My talent was appreciated and my quick recognition got me a job in the club. I worked there and beat several opponents. My uncanny ability to beat the opposition brought me laurels amongst the club. It became a habit of mine not losing which was also effectively minimizing my psychotic behavior.

On the evening of February 10, 1988, I was busy with my daily routine with the guests in the club. Suddenly, I felt the splash of cold air when the main door opened and a young sultry woman entered the room. E very eye turned towards her. When admiring a girl some men start with her head and work down. I start with the ankles and work up. She wore black high-heeled velvet shoes and a tight-fitting black dress that stopped high enough above the knees to reveal the most perfectly tapering legs. As my eyes continued their upward sweep they paused to take in her narrow waist and slim athletic figure. But it was the oval face that I found captivating, slightly pouting lips and the largest blue eyes I've ever seen, crowned with a head of thick, black, short-cut hair that literally shone with luster. I followed her every movement, patronizingly unable to accept she could be a player. The landlord sees to it that the thirty tables are set out for us and that food and drinks are readily available. Three or four other clubs in the district send half a dozen opponents to play a couple of blitz games, giving us a chance to face rivals we would not normally play. The rules for the matches are simple enough - one minute on the clock is the maximum allowed for each move, so a game rarely lasts for more than an hour, and if a pawn hasn't been captured in thirty moves the game is automatically declared a draw. A short break for a drink between games, paid for by the loser, ensures that everyone has the chance to challenge two opponents during the evening. I found it hard to concentrate on my opponent's well-rehearsed Moscow opening as my eyes kept leaving the board and wandering over to the girl in the black dress. On the one occasion our eyes did meet she gave me an enigmatic smile, but although I tried again I was unable to elicit the same response a second time. Despite being preoccupied I still managed to defeat the accountant, who seemed unaware that there were several ways out of a seven-pawn attack. At the half-time break three other members of the club had offered her a drink before I even reached the bar. I knew I could not hope to play my second match against the girl as I would be expected to challenge one of the visiting team captains. In fact she ended up playing the accountant. I defeated my new opponent in a little over forty minutes and, as a solicitous host, began to take an interest in the other matches that were still being played. I set out on a circuitous route that ensured I ended up at her table. I could see that the accountant already had the better of her and within moments of my arrival she had lost both her queen and the game. I introduced myself and found that just shaking hands with her was a sexual experience. Her name, she told me, was Amanda Curzon. 

                                             To be continued......................

Veena Kicked Out :)

Finally ,Outburst people in Pakistan made the Hero TV production team rethink their decision to air Veena's Ramazan Show. “Hero TV is for the awaam. If the awaam does not want to see Veena Malik on this Ramazan show, then we will cancel it,” said a member of the team, adding that they respect the wishes of the public.

A YouTube user by the name Hamza Imran uploaded a video of his reaction to Veena’s Ramazan promo. Cursing heavily, he appeals to viewers:

“Can you imagine Veena Malik, who not so long ago stripped half naked with an ISI tattoo on her? She hasn’t got any right to be entering Pakistan, let alone being on a TV show that has such religion significance,” he says, holding his head, clearly dismayed. He also adds that he has uploaded his video to “spread the message” to the show’s producers for its cancellation. “I’m not just going to be Facebooking or liking things online because that’s not going to make a difference. I want people to email Hero TV and send them hate messages and ask them to stop this. She’s a disgrace of a person. How dare she?”

I was extremely satisfied that this show doesn't went on air. It would be another bad stamp on Pakistan Reputation. If Hero TV was “heroic” enough to take such an audacious stance (by inviting the notorious Veena on their sets) in the first place, why didn’t they simply stick to their guns and see it through? I think that it was a publicity ploy to garner attention for a channel that received none at all. I am ashamed calling our media as important pillar to Pakistan. What depths will the media plunge to next in the ratings game? Is there any hope for an informed, progressive and responsible media?

A Pemra official told that he was just as baffled. “What do media owners want?” he asked, requesting anonymity. “Could they not find anyone else? If they want ratings, can’t they get scholars with good reputations instead of fuelling extremism by bringing such controversial figures on TV?” he asked, adding that Veena and other televangelists are “hypocrites”.

A Truth: LIFE OF A STUDENT IN PAKISTAN

At 6:30 p.m. on the evening of April 20, 1989 I was born in a government funded hospital. I cried but it was the only time my mother smiled to see me do that. I was going to a world where I would be taught lessons.  Many people around me were loving, giving me smiles and trying to take me as possession. I couldn't resist as I was very tiny and couldn't make fights to them. As days passed, I felt strengthened. I was able to stay awake for a longer period of time and see the new world around me. After some days, I came about the most loving lady in my life, my mother, who was able to understand my scream, my joy and most importantly my tears. There was another person around me who often took care of me. He loved me but when I used to cry, he handed me over  back to the mother; that was my father.

I started to understand the value of the two most important people of my life; my parents. I preferred to call them mama and papa. These were the first words of my education.  They helped me to take the first steps so I would never  hesitate to run into the tough difficult life waiting for me in future. After a few months, I was able to walk on my own and could speak a few words.  It was the beginning of my social life when I first put my footsteps out of my door. I made friends, talked to them and played with them. Those friends were the next important people in my life. I was allowed to play for two to three hours as my mother told that playing outside for long is a bad thing. It was the first lesson taught to me against bad habits.

I was now old enough to get in to the school. I got admission in nearby school and spent my next ten years of life there. I was taught a few insidious and unspoken lessons which I later understood that I had to unlearn them. Firstly, the people in charge have all the answers and learning ends when you leave the classroom. Your fort building, trail forging, frog catching, friend making, game playing, and drawing won’t earn you any extra credit. Secondly, the best and brightest students always follow rules and whatsoever written in the books is always true. Thirdly, There is a very clear, single path to success; It’s called college. Everyone can join the top 1% if they do well enough in school and ignore the basic math problem inherent in that idea. Furthermore, behaving yourself is important for getting good marks. Whistle-blowing, questioning the status quo, and thinking your own thoughts are no-nos. Be quiet and get back on the assembly line. Lastly, The purpose of your education is your future career and so you will be taught to be a good worker. You have to teach yourself how to be something more.

Now, I got entrance into college. It was my first day in college and it was the beginning of the highly tense competition for the further undergraduate admission. Only a few days into college and I realized that the this wasn't my true goal. The purpose of spending two years in college is to spend a few more in University. I spent further two more years of my life memorizing the lines written on books with our founder of Pakistan picture upfront but I haven't  read his message once on the first page of eight books. To remain in competition I was forced to spend six hours in college with a further four to five in academies (tutoring centre) where we were taken in confidence to get a secure admission in leading universities, if we paid the hefty amounts in the beginning. My extracurricular activities and talent was considered as the hurdle in the way to my studies. I was neither supported nor appreciated. I was forced to quit my extracurricular activities. In addition, my parents paid heavy admission fees to many universities so I could get into one of those. For many, it was about their monthly salary.

Now, I am a part of an institution. There are so many demands and promises I made to universities officials and my parents. There are many expectations of my future. To my parents, my future is secured; to me, it is another stage of struggle. Work load is increased intensely and snatched the remaining free time I used to had when I come from academies during my college. I have to face demanding teachers and students as competitors. I work hard regularly but what's wrong if I am an average student. My parents and teachers criticize me of letting them down. One thing I learned that our lives we are taught lessons, some which make sense and some are just lies. At every major stage of our academic lives we are imparted with the truth that " Son, the next stage is much easier ". In fact, it's the other way round. 

I have completed my education, I am a jobless person in the Pakistani society. I see my potential in abroad. I AM THE LIFE OF A STUDENT OF PAKISTAN.

Racism In Disguise

According to encyclopedia definition, Racism is defined as, also called racialism, is generally defined as actions, practices, or beliefs that reflect the racial worldview: the ideology that humans are divided into separate and exclusive biological entities called "races". This ideology entails the belief that members of a race share a set of characteristic traits, abilities, or qualities, that traits of personality, intellect, morality, and other cultural behavioral characteristics are inherited, and that this inheritance means that races can be ranked as innately superior/ inferior to others. It's sad to say in Pakistan, it reaches to such without getting noticed in the society. We all as a nation are either a part of racial actions or victim of it. Recently, Luis Saurez (Liverpool Football player)  taunted racism comments on Patric Evra(Manchester United Football player)  gained a lot of publicity. Its exist every moment, every second in our society.

 I think that the inception of racism in Pakistan began in the theatres, where thousands of people would applaud on the humourous jokes. This was not a serious offence although I think it may hay kick started the trend of such dialogue. From school to universities, where we so called literate people always form circles against the dark skinned friend of ours and make witty jokes on him. It's like a natural gathering of people against  dark skinned people. We always prefer to have more white skinned friends in our group. Even these events are not restricted to students, teachers too are part of it. And often in anger, they call dark skinned student with slangs ; "oye kaliya (blackie), kalay (black), andheray (shadow),etc". I am witness of such events. We will always notice that even students make racism jokes on teacher with dark skin. The fact is that this is not a cause of deliberation but nonetheless we have made a laughing stock out of the people who only share a different colour from us.

Marriages in our society are also influenced by this act. Families like to marry their son/ daughter with fair-skinned person. They don't even consider the good qualities, education and character of the person. Fair-skinned husband always have complaints about their dark-skinned wife and doesn't think her as competent enough to go out with her, just because the people in society would say ; "Look how dark her wife is?". I am extremely sorry to say that nowadays often these women work in offices if they have fair-skinned colour.  Just examine the basic example: Have you ever seen dark-skinned girls as bus hostess or air hostess?

I in particular can't define the extent of racism in our society. I consider the current wave against Urdu speaking community( known commonly as Muhajirs) from rest of Pakistani natives as racism. I consider it racism, when  people shy from a dark skin man in a bus, restaurant and public places and they are treated just as low class. I consider it racism when we separate people on the basis of Punjabis, Sindhis, Pathan, Balochis. Most of us even don't know that we are so amalgamated to the situation that we have accepted it as part of our society and we don't even consider it as an issue. We must remind ourselves of the last sayings of Hazrat Muhammad (SAW) : "You are no better than a red skinned person nor a black but he who has fear of Allah (S.T) in his/her heart".

Fake Peers Or Freaks!

Originally Peer is the most religious person whose prayers come true that some people believes peer is loved once by GOD and his prayers will never rejected. But nowadays a new trend commenced some people show them as Peer and make their appearance like peer. The ratio of Fake Peers In society is increasing day by day existence of fake peer is because of ignorance and wrong believes. Fake peer do not know Islam and its commandments And They are taking advantage of innocent and stupid peoples who believe upon them.

·         These Peer (Aamil) involved immoral activities with poor women, they trapped women and then black mail to use them for wrong purpose

·         These peers also ask you for money for good purpose (like helping other poor people) but they use that money for their own desires.

·         They mostly Enjoyed company of women. They trapped people so that they will pay them continually in whatever condition

·         They also lied about their dreaming of PBUH telling them to help poor's.

·         They say that they are Qamil (true followers) one other are weak or fake

·         They also says that they born again in another body

·         They lies that they are one who descended or have unexpected visits.

·         They tells that they have spirits their under control which they call Moakill(Jinat).

Criminal Cases Fake peers:

There are some criminal cases of that fake peers with taavez and kanda.

Case 1:In Bahkar, a peer raped a women after drugging all family members, Peer named Javed Shah entered shezadi bibi home by force at late night and tell her that some evil spirits captured her daughter that’s why her daughter fall sick and he can relief them from that evil spirits with help of his moakil, after taking her under confidence peer gave all family members glasses of water had drug, and they fell unconscious and he raped her. Shezadi bibi registered case against him. For more info: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xRCr2G8E1L8

Case 2: Fake peer exposed him in front Line Show in express news that he had slept with more than 300 married women for baby boy, these women agree for this
cheap act because they were forced by their families to have baby boy so these women contact with fake peers. For more info: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=piBd4LmQIlE

Case 3 (Most Recent): In Chichawatni, a twelve year old girl was killed through extreme torture through a fake peer. Their parents were illiterate and consider her slight mental disorder as captured by some mysterious religious spirit. For more info : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=St4MNc_klio

We must condemn these fake activists and there are also many high profile families who also involved in these activities. We have made it our habits to take the things always the wrong way. Islam has given us Holy Quran and Sunnah of Hazrat Muhammad SAW) and those are enough to solve our problems and difficulties if we look the things according to Islamic point of view. I understand people are often helpless and resort to these fake peers only once they have lost all hope in other forms of salvation, but shouldn’t we have learned a lesson already.

Why is it so difficult for us to perceive the risk of playing with these known-unknowns?

Prepare Yourself For Earthquakes!

Islamabad was hit with earthquake of 6.2 magnitude which makes me wonder what would be the better approach in this condition. An earthquake does not usually cause death or injury by itself. People are hurt by falling plaster and collapsing walls or falling of heavy objects. Collapsing buildings and vibrations can cause short circuits and electric fires. Lighted gas or stoves may also cause fires and all this leads to panic and confusion. However, with some precautions it is possible to avoid such confusion.

It’s the time that we must learn about earthquakes, its causes and effects. We must discuss about earthquakes with our friends and family, with a cool mind and various precautionary measures to be taken like keeping a torch and a portable transistor radio. Arrange your home in such a way that it is possible to move more easily, keeping corridors clear of furniture and toys. Attach shelves, gas cylinders, vases and flowerpots to the walls of your home. Place heavy or bulky objects on the floor or on the lowest shelves. Teach all members of your family how to turn off electricity ,gas and water supply.

What to DO During Earthquake?

1.      Almost everyone who simply 'ducks and covers' when buildings collapse ARE CRUSHED TO DEATH. People who get under objects, like desks or cars, are crushed. Hold on to it and be prepared to move with it. Hold the position until the ground stops shaking and it is safe to move. Stay clear of windows, fireplaces, woodstoves, and heavy furniture or appliances that may fall over. Stay inside to avoid being injured by falling glass or building parts. If you are in a crowded area, take cover. Stay calm and encourage others to do likewise. Leave the building as soon as the shaking stops, but use caution and common sense to protect yourself from rubble that could continue to fall with the aftershocks. Do not use an elevator, and if you hear people trapped inside, notify emergency personnel. Take the nearest stairway to exit the building, but hold on to the railing securely, as aftershocks probably will occur. Though the aftershocks won't be as harsh as the first quake, they can cause further destruction of the building and injuries. Do not return to the building until the proper authorities tell you it is safe.

2.      If you are outside, get into the open, away from buildings and power lines. Walk towards an open place, in a calm and composed manner. Do not run and do not wander round the streets. Keep away from buildings, especially old, tall or detached buildings, electricity wires, slopes and walls, which are liable to collapse.

3.      If you are driving, stop if it is safe, but stay inside your car. Stay away from bridges, flyovers and tunnels. Move your car away from the normal traffic pattern, as far as possible and park it on the roadside. Avoid stopping under trees, light posts or power lines.

4.      If you are in a hilly area, or near unstable slopes or cliffs, be alert for falling rocks and other debris, which could be loosened by the earthquake.

5.      Keep the mobile in pocket. In any case of emergency, you must have a contacting source. Use battery source wisely.

Expect aftershocks. Turn off the water, gas and electricity in your homes and offices. Do not smoke and do not light matches or use a cigarette lighter. Do not turn on electric switches. There may be gas leaks or short-circuits. Use a torch. If there is a fire, try to put it out. If you cannot, call the fire brigade on phone number 101 or 2452222.

If people are seriously injured, do not move them unless they are in danger. If you know that people have been buried under the rubble, then inform the rescue teams. Do not rush and worsen the situation of injured persons or your own. Avoid places where there are loose electric wires and do not touch any metal object in contact with them. Eat something. You will feel better and more capable of helping others. If your home is badly damaged you must t leave it immediately. Collect water containers, food, other necessary items and special medicines for people with heart complaints, diabetes, asthma, etc. Do not re-enter badly damaged buildings or venture near damaged structures. Do not walk around the streets to see what has happened. Keep clear of the streets to enable rescue vehicles to pass

We have to accept that we are living in an earthquake prone area, when and where an earthquake will strike and what will be its magnitude, is up to the ‘Almighty’. Despite these precautions, future earthquakes may still cause damage to buildings, displace items within buildings, and disrupt basic utilities that we take for granted. We cannot stop an earthquake but we can definitely prepare ourselves, so as to minimize the damages, if any, due to the earthquake. By identifying hazards, we can set priorities for using our resources most effectively to reduce damage. This way we can drastically reduce the loss of life and property. The choice is ours.
  

Why Women Aren't Funny?

Humour is a funny thing. Take a man with a good sense of humour and combine it with a face that looks like his neck threw up on it and what you have is a stud muffin, who will have a crowd of beauties agreeing to throw their heads back for more than just laughing. But funny women, who may or may not be funny looking, never get the same response. Because ‘funniness’ is a trait that only men dominate. That’s a skill only men take pride in. Since there’s more value placed on being beautiful, women don’t mind falling into the role of the entertained rather than be the entertainers. Women let men be entertaining (despite how unentertaining they may be), because that trait doesn’t take them anywhere especially in a country like Pakistan.

The only place where a sense of humour is appreciated is when a woman recognizes a man’s joke and laughs on cue. However, when the humour is directed at them, men turn the tables and consider such offensive women ‘abrasive’. Even when it comes to Pakistani television, how many dramas or shows feature funny women? From what I have seen, women only play three roles – the pretty, yet abused woman, the vicious vamp or the vapid imbecile. And in most shows, it’s the latter category who whips out her vertigo to bring out the laughs. Precisely because humour is a sign of intelligence (and many women believe, or were taught by their mothers, that they become threatening to men if they appear too bright), it could be that in some way men do not want women to be funny. They want unease, which it would be too easy for women to exploit. But, Bushra Ansari made her place in Pakistani dramas as female comedian , dying the trend that only males can be great comedian set up by Moin ahktar , Omer shareef and Rangella ,the legends, in our Pakistan Entertainment Industry.

Travelling through Bus can be so easy...!!!

Last day, I was travelling from Islamabad to Multan (approx. 600 km journey) I considered deeply on issue that how we can make the journey joyful without any strain in body and avoiding the same boring voyage. Well, there are always issue when somebody talk about travelling. There are many companies in Pakistan which promises to provide the comfortable journey but still after reaching our destination we often feel tired . The problem is not with the bus companies because the fault is in our approach towards travelling. It's our mentality that we never prepare ourselves  for the occasion. For businessmen and students, who often have to travel miles more than twice the month for business purposes and to meet family (esp. for students).

·         To start with, the issue varies from person to person depending on person obesity and height. It's always been difficult for the obese people to travel. Seats in majority of Pakistani buses are for person with average weight 70 kg and height 5 feet 8 inches. Mostly ,the distance to next seat is about 10 inches. The first step for obese person would be to prefer the axle seat rather window seat. It  provides extra space outside and also you doesn't create problem for your fellow partner. Some travel companies, such as Daewoo, Bilal Daewoo and Skyways Daewoo, provide headphone for listening to  television and songs played by driver through a USB or cassette and a box containing edible. It takes the space for legs and you start feeling uncomfortable with the box and headphone if you aren't listening. To come out of this uncomforted zone its better either you place the box on upper luggage section or you put the containing stuff in curtain bag upfront and unfold the box leaving you with extra space.

·         Many people blame the seats for being not comfortable and complain of strain in neck, thighs, joints and backbone. To sort that out, place the provide cushion at the back of head and try to sit such that you backbone touches the back of the seat. Place the legs straight. It allows more blood flow to feet and avoid numbness. For the obese people, It is advised to lower dress pant or jeans waist portion below belly button as it doesn't provide strain on urinary bladder and avoid pain in long journey. Most people listen songs from their mobile with ear buds headphone, it causes a lot of stress on ear drum and cause sting in head. I would recommend you the silver mesh headphones with low volume cause it allows the follow of air through ears and make you dynamic. Always prefer to walk during mid-break time than sitting around and tea over carbonated drinks because both help to release body strain.

·         Many people also complaint of get bored during travel as they don't find any interesting stuff. I would prefer that if you have any tabloid or laptop then do your pending works because its best time as you are not disturbed unless you have a known partner or irritating company. Else do the student way, watch movies ,serials or any entertainment stuff but do consider the time when you are using the laptop if you are on long journey then laptop batteries don't last long then 2 to 2.5 hours (if fully charged and used in power saver mode). If you don't have these accessories then it's much better to look outside window and try to discover new things in the repeated path. I am sure you will find things that will surprise you.

·         The final and most important thing what to eat during journey. First and foremost: AVOID JUNK FOOD, SNACKS AND CARBONATED LIQOUR. In long journey, junk food often causes stomach acidity and due to no exercise or activity, it may result to vomiting or give you vomiting stitches. Reduce the intake of liquid and if you feel thirsty then it is preferred to have water within the half an hour of reaching distance to mid-break or destination.  It avoids the excretion problem. Second most important thing: GO TO WASHROOM DURING BREAK IF YOU SLIGHTLY FEEL SO. Use biscuits (recommended to use cream free biscuits such as Candi, Sooper, GALA, etc),Cakes and fruits. These are easy digestible and provide sufficient energy to avoid hunger pangs for longer distances.

Hope, you  will consider the measures and have joyful trip next time.

(Important note: Journey would be more pleasant if you have exciting friend or partner with you.)

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EURO 2012 - A Planned Tournament

UEFA decision to choose Poland and Ukraine as the host was dealt with criticism. Those two countries are known for hostile attitudes. Poland which has pure 96.7% of polish people is among the much racist nations. While Ukraine has 78% pure Ukrainians and 17% Russians. Whereas Poland is ranked 14 and Ukraine as 23 in most racist countries in the Europe. We were not aware of the situation in Ukraine and Poland before the release of famous BBC documentary "Stadiums Of Hates" ( Here, it  is the link if you haven't watched the video yet: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z93iQgI3_Iw&feature=share ).  Asian countries are called bitter terrorist and are deprived from sporting events but take a brief look at the events in these two host nations. The murder of an Irish fan, open warning from Ukraine racist groups for the English supporters will be buried in Ukraine, riots with police. Apart from these terrorist and threatening facts the Polish and Ukrainian people are overcharging the tourist. After the 2008 economic crisis these countries suffered staggering losses which are still not recovered. Like Ukraine’s GDP fell by 15%. It was reported that UEFA intentionally requested Spain and Portugal to submit weak bids in order to support these two countries.

How will Euro 2012 benefit these nation?

Poland: In fact, infrastructure spending associated with the UEFA EURO 2012 amounted to 110 billion zloty (about €25.6 billion). 63 billion zloty was connected with road construction. Investment in hotels also increased. Infrastructure projects add around 1.5 percent to Polish GDP.
Ukraine: But infrastructure investment surrounding the soccer tournament have been a major driver of investment activity growth. Infrastructure expenditures related to the UEFA EURO 2012 championship, totaled 107 billion hryvnia or 8.3 percent of GDP. More than 73.8 percent of Ukraine’s UEFA EURO 2012 investments have been aimed at modernizing their transportation infrastructure, namely urban transport, roads, railways and airports. It will boost the GDP by almost 5%. Official numbers put the number of foreign tourists visiting Poland for the euro 2012 at 820,800. out of whom 453.5 thousand will stay in Poland longer than one day. Polish press expect 200K - 250K to come from countries whose national teams are expected to play in Poland during the group phase and only expect them to spend 180 - 230 million zloty. Given that Ukraine is hosting the final, it is naturally expected to be the more attractive tourist destination. Government official expect 800,000 - 1.2 million tourists through the duration of the tournament, each staying for about three - four nights and spending $1,000. But these numbers were based on 700K ticket sales, a large portion of which were bought by local residents, expect 500K tourists and SocGen anticipates they will spend $400 - $500 million.

Does all this call UEFA sanity into question? Well, there was one attack on Sri Lankan cricketers during the arrival of players in Iqbal Stadium, Lahore and whole western media turn their eyes against  Pakistan and deprived Pakistanis from almost all major sports mainly includes cricket, hockey, SAF games, etc. Pakistan is still suffering from the sequences and international teams of all sports afraid of visiting Pakistan just because western media represents Pakistan as failed  Muslim terrorist country and not a part of European council whom they wish to support even many lives are at risks.

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