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Visa Refusal
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I would like to follow up with Tess, its very nice of her to mention the burning issue among us, I m one of the 16 Delegates refused of visas from Pakistan.

It was wonderful knowing at first that we are going to be a part of this grand event(World Youth Congress) at Quebec, and when actually CIDA financially supported us all, it was one of our dreams come true.

All we wanted was to be present when all the 600 experienced people from around the world were there, but having all the preparations done, we were unaware that our passports were refused of visas of Canada!

It hurt to know that the third world countries are NOT given much chance to prosper, they are left back to realize even more of what they are lacking.................two young activists raised there voices against this all and proved that we are not yet to be giving up!

Our requests are to the embassy to move back from Pakistan, if they don't want Pakistanis to enter Canada! there is no need of them to be associated in Islamabad then!

In the last I would like to say, that its proved enough now that, though talking a lot about development of these left out countries, there isn't much effort put into it to make it a reality for these countries to be one of the developed!!!

July 29, 2008 | 3:30 AM Comments  11 comments

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The two of us!
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People say it’s a miracle we are still friends, there are so many differences in both of us that it seems a total eye burning contrast. I m talking about my best friend Shumaila, she is an ordinary girl like me: in teens, beautiful and talented.

I met Shum (that’s what she says we should call her) by luck, hummm…well not like she was just standing there and I went out to make friends with her. We are actually part of a same program for community service and youth empowerment.

She is one of those perky girls that catch your eye and you are at them just there. At first as it seems the only thing matching between us were our birthdays, we both being the same age actually had our birthdays in the same month. Hers is October 9 and mine is October10! This brought us close before knowing we were total negative of each other.

If I would like apple punch she would go for a coke, I would wear blue she would make a face of disgust, if I would say short hair is good she would go for the longest in the world.

Even being from Karachi we communicated mostly by emails and that was the hardest part. I spent half an hour reading the “haf u gt 1 ov the buzzy daz 2?” and finally realizing she means our hard working days of the year that is the exams! Several times I would print her emails and try to make out the words which were half letters and half numbers!

Coming to our hobbies I mainly lay down cozily reading a book or drawing out sketches when she says she cant live with out her TV and is obliged to go and sit in front of the huge screen munching on what looks like a pack of cheetos. Sometimes it gets on my nerves the way she eats all she wants and is always the beautiful structure of bones and flash, and when it comes to my eating, if I eat a paratha in the morning I m so sure to gain a pound by the evening!

We went to Sydney together to attend an event of the program and in first days I began to have one of those, I-feel-like-an-alien feelings roaming around in between bunches of goras and goris, and there she was in jeans perking up and laughing about with her new friends looking as if she might have been born in Sydney.

So what’s the actual dress you wear back in Pakistan? one of our friends asked eyeing my clean shiny dupatta and shalwar qameez and sitting beside me shum in her usual denim and shirt.
Hee he, umm…well our actual national dress is shalwar qameez but some of the people love dressing the way they do I answered. Well! Shum jumped up, “I would never dream of wearing shalwar qameez for long even in Pakistan”! she said, Which was so true I thought, visualizing the skirts and those beautiful dresses she wore. (I actually annoyed her, but it was one of my silent campaigns against globalization that I won’t change my culture no matter what!)

Of all the things we do together some are really important and that is thinking of our futures, like I have the oldest written-down-mission on a paper I have saved for long time which Starts with the heading that says “MY MISSION OF LIFE” and ends with a commitment which goes like this , “A Daughter, A sister, A citizen and A woman must remembered!” And as for shum!!! well, yes she has her plans too, few months back she was off to start a huge Asian network and which was later changed, then she was planning to start a new project, a month ago she was planning on going to off to Canada, and now?.........well now she says she would see when the time comes!
Coming to the point it’s hard to match the two of us, but you know what we think? We think we are a match made in heaven! Both of us are inseparable and would never dream of leaving the wonderful friendship. We respect our diversities and love our selves and besides you know what they say, contrast is always good!!!

After all, we are same-in a different way!!!

July 26, 2008 | 3:15 AM Comments  0 comments



“STOP AND THINK!”
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Have it ever occurred to us what exactly are we doing with our lives, are we living the way we ought to? Are we the true picture of what we might want to become? Or are we climbing on the right wall towards our mission in life?. We would in the end find out that we don’t know! We don’t know what path is it we are taking, we don’t know what we ought to be doing, in fact the truth we haven’t ever wanted to know.

Life is not something just to live, it’s a matter of feeling what we know, do and want to do. Life is something to “possess” to actually be conscious of. But as it seems that people including me have lost what it means to actually be living. We are robots, if not fully but are going to turn into. We are sensing life as something to must do this, must do that, eat and sleep. When life is not just waking up in the morning and sleeping at night.

Just for a while stop and think what life really means to you and you will find out the time you haven’t taken out for your family, the meals you haven’t cooked, the ice-cream flavors you haven’t tasted and the love you haven’t spread. Life is about sharing, about relationships, its about what you give and get in return in the end happiness for each of you.

I m always waiting for wonderful things to happen which to me are my inspiration but until today I haven’t ever realized I MYSELF m the inspiration to me. I can actually make wonderful things happen, I can make so many people happy of my being, I can take many chances, I can have so much fun! It’s because it’s me and my life and the world around me.

I have taken the time to stop of my schedules and think about what life matters to me, what about you?


June 9, 2008 | 5:40 AM Comments  2 comments



Possessions have made me forget how beautiful life is!
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Its been a real while since I stopped writing, I don't know why? as its always been the important thing to me to write down every single thing that happened. I would rush to my journal when I might have pulled a cranky joke on my sisters or I will be writing down when things are worse around me.

But right now, as it seems, writing down things is the last thing I could ever think of. Life has become plain, becuase there are always new shows, new cloths, and there is always almost EVERYTHING!
and thats the main reason of my life to be turning out boring, I m having access of everything. today I was wondering how totaly interesting a life of a girl in a village might be, doing new things and actually fighting hard to get rights and what she needs, when we are having everything at our hands.

I wish I didn't possess what I do, because possessions have made me forget how beautiful life is!