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".