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My Two Cents

Allhumdolillah! I am at a much better place since my last post with series of lab tests, utlrasounds, a mammogram and some other really scary tests, and a gut wrenching anxiety of results. I am doing well thankfully everything was clear except low iron levels with vitamin d3 deficiency. These deficiencies are now on their way to recovery. It is worth noting that I have been struggling with intense brain and physical fatigue since 2019 but not a single doctor was able to identify my problem. Once somebody is diagnosed with depression or anxiety then every health issue they complain about is looked from the psychological lenses. Nobody asked me to check iron, vitamin b12 or vitamin d3 deficiencies even my mum who is a dermatologist always assured me that I am fine and this weakness is just a phase.   It was a phase alright, it engulfed almost 8 years of my life pushed back my career and research ambitions.  This is not the case alone with me but there are many people who silentl...

Jab We Met

Painting by South African artist Maria Magdalena Oosthuizen Time does not pass quickly it runs with the speed of light. After a million years today I had a conversation with my kindergarten friend, who is also my first friend after I landed in this world- w e call her Azi. We met in our most beloved school New Horizons and studied together from prep 3 to grade 8. I t was her daddy and uncle who founded that school, and to this family I have the most heartfelt respect because they have given me the most precious gift- a gift of knowledge. We  became friends when we didn’t even know what the word ‘friend’ means.  Azi, ماشا الله is a Professor at one of the UAE’s leading University, following the footsteps of her family. There were so many shared memories between us, that this and hundred other posts would be insufficient.  Every weekend I would go to her place to study, to play, to listen our favourit...

ایک سلام

ایک سلام ان تمام شہدا کے نام جنہوں نے اپنے ملک کی بقا اور وقار کے لیے جام شہادت  نوش کیا - الفاظ ختم ہو گئے آنکھیں نعم  ہوگیئں      ....وہ غازی جنہوں نے زخم کھاے الله ان کو جلد صحت یاب کرے    الله ہم سب پر اپنا رحم فرماے اور ہمارے ملک کو اس مشکل وقت سے با حفاظت  نکالے- بیشک وہ ہر چیز پے خدرت رکھتا ہے A Salute, a standing Ovation to all the brave men of our Armed forces who became Martyrs and Ghazis. The one who gave their lives for protecting us nothing can replace them, either in their families or in this country. These and many other names die in the line of duty, a duty to protect us. To us they are only names but to their families, they were living beings, their beloved sons, brothers, fathers and husbands. I know this is not pleasant and that is exactly why I have done it. I want all of us to be uncomfortable. I want you and me to take this country very seriously. What is the real wo...

All that Glitters is not Gold

It was the best title I could give to India. Recently I have developed an interesting hobby of watching international news channels whenever I could. Few weeks ago I saw a report on the wonderful tea which comes from India; an ambitious businessman was declaring his vision of selling Indian tea, fresh and straight from the tea farms, to the world via internet. Yesterday I again saw a report on Indian tea but this time it was far from the perfect picture that was shown earlier. Majority of tea in India is grown in Assam, there are enormous tea estates owned by private individuals. These tea estate owners hire many women, men and even children as their labour; these owners are responsible for giving their workers suitable accommodations, proper salary, health, sanitation and education facilities. However, the reality is farther from the truth. The workers who spent their entire lives on these tea estates to produce the best quality tea for many of the high end companies like Lip...