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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...

Wake up Media

I opened up today’s newspaper and the front page of its entertainment pages featured a cover story about the Indian superstar Rajesh Khanna who left us recently. The next story was the review of the latest Bollywood movie, then inside on the third page there was an article on our veteran film actor Nadeem. It is so unfortunate that our legends who are still with us, who gave the best of their life to Pakistan’s film industry get such secondary treatment.

There is no doubt about the fame and the phenomena that Rajesh Khanna was. His films and his songs shall be remembered till the time there is love for music; so giving him that front page space is understandable. However, there was no need to mention an irrelevant movie at the cost of secondary treatment to our own stars.

If we don’t respect and own what is our then there is nobody in the world who would give us that status. I am neither a fundamentalist nor a nationalist but I speak for fairness. If media with all the power it has is going to promote some B graded stars of anywhere else leaving behind our own gems then there is no way our culture and talent is going to be acknowledged by the our own people let alone the world.

Talking about the selective media coverage there hasn’t been any reports on the massacre of Muslims in Burma. More than twenty thousand humans have lost their lives to the insanity but we didn’t get to see a single report on that.  What we get to see is some X women ran away with Y in Z village or some politician did or didn’t do something with the same news being repeated zillion times.

We need to wake up from the deep slumber that we are in, we need to realize what is important and what is worthless without any bias or greed for the TRPs.

Yes, I feel very strongly about these issues and I sincerely believe that they are relevant enough to be discussed on this forum.

I know past two posts have been a bit harsh but such things do exist and we cannot just ignore them. We cannot compel anyone to do what we believe is right but at least we can talk about it and if even one person understands it then I say our purpose is accomplished.

Have a wonderful week…..

Good Night!

Sonya. (Day 333)   

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