25 minutes

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And its noon here in my corner of the world. Well, not exactly, but it will be in 25 minutes. This seems to be a pure coincidence, as I muster the courage to keep tapping away at these plastic buttons, wondering how many microplastic pieces are seeping into my skin, while I sit in front of the window watching pseudo intellectuals smoke cigarettes and talk in faux english accents about how they flights to new york and how they have a love hate relationship with Pakistan.  These people are so far removed from the actual burdens of the common man in Pakistan that it is both sad and hilarious. Yet it is these people that run the country. While not even living in the country. How strange is that?  I really feel this is one of the few places in the world that can boast this kind of synergy.  The interesting thing is that their conversations consist primarily of these things:  1. How burdened they are living their luxurious lives 2. How they need to make the next chunk of c...

Cleansing nature of goodwill

 There is something to be said for the one who pushes aside ache and sadness to say a prayer instead of a curse for the one that has caused it. 

Its is among the most purest of acts that exist in nature. To fight against your nafs, your very nature, and respond to misfortune with a smile and a clean heart - it is also an act of bravery, that very few can muster up


The brushing away of stains of ego and dousing of empathy by the bucketful, serves to purify and cleanse the soul in a way very few other things can


Therefore, let us treat ourselevs every now and then, and sing ode to those that have wronged us 



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