Words to live by



The Richest Poor Man

In Journalism class, many many moons ago, we were asked to select a living influential person, or a celebrity, and write an obituary on them. While my classmates preferred to write on actors and singers, I chose Mr. Edhi. I have always been inspired by him to be a better human. I hope I always am.

Around 2 weeks ago, we lost him. A very remarkable human being, arguably one of the biggest social worker, humanitarian and philanthropist of his era, left behind a whole nation in mourning. What a terrible, terrible blow for us.

The nation’s hero, in the truest sense. He was probably the only good thing (of a few) to come out of this place we call Pakistan. He gave up everything to help the poor, devoted his entire life for the destitute. I feel ashamed, for I am not even half as great, selfless and modest as he was. I hope I always would be encouraged to be more like him.

His passing away is a huge loss for humanity indeed, not just for Pakistan, but for the whole world. One thing I know for sure. Angels do walk on this earth amongst us.

Here is a link to his exceptional foundation that acts as a safety net for the poor, needy and helpless that he created basically out of nothing.

May he rest in peace. Amen. 💔❤️


August 31st 2015, Monday

“Have courage and be kind.” 

I’m sorry this post is late. I didn’t really feel like writing, and I was busy with family, too.

Here is my birthday post.

I wasn’t really expecting much on my birthday, to be honest. I slept at 11 pm because I just felt weird and sad. 😕 But I got woken up at midnight and there was cake. My siblings and mom surprised me. 🎉 For a while, I thought it was a dream because I was sleeping and sad and wanted to crawl under a rock and hide. But yeah. I wasn’t expecting it and it sure was a lovely surprise. ☺️

My friends had no plans with me. They didn’t even meet me. I thought they’d be planning something, but they didn’t. 😐 Mom later took me to lunch, and all my girl cousins and aunts and both grandmothers were there. Later, my guy cousins also arrived. I had an amazing time and for a while, I forgot my depression and sadness. 😌


I ordered a club sandwich, but it tasted horrible so I passed it on to mom. I survived on these super delicious French fries and 2 mocktails. 😋🍴🍟🍹


“Pyari Beti = Lovely Daughter”


After lunch, my brother got cake with candles and OMG, the restaurant started playing this Happy Birthday song and I was quite embarrassed. 😳 I had Maryam and Mina, my younger cousins, cut the cake for me. But I blew the candles though. That’s actually my favorite part. Blowing the candles. 🎂☺️💖

Overall. My birthday was not as sad as I was thinking it would be. Sure, I was hurt by my friends. And that one person who never called. Or texted, even though I kept waiting. And yes, the thought of growing old does make me sad. But that day, my family made sure that I was happy. And that’s all that matters. Even if it only lasted for a short time. ❤️

Happy Ramadan! :)


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So, today is the first of Ramadan, and those of you who don’t know, Ramadan is the 9th month of the Islamic calendar and observing it is one of the five pillars of Islam. It is also a merciful month.

For 30 days, Muslims keep a fast from sunrise to sunset. Fasting is obligatory upon all Muslims, but only if they’re physically and mentally fit. Those who have it optional are the elderly, the pregnant and the chronologically ill. But then again, if a Muslim cannot keep a fast for such reasons, then it is his/her duty to feed the poor, if they can financially afford to do so.

During this month, a Muslim doesn’t just refrain from eating and drinking. He/she refrains from all impure, evil and wrongful thoughts, actions and deeds because it is also a test of his/her patience. It is required on all Muslims to give charity to the poor. Also, the rewards of good deeds are multiplied during this month.

In general, I think this month opens up our hearts with generosity and empathy to the poor. We understand what the poor go through every day when they don’t have enough to eat, and have to spend the entire day without basic necessities.

Water, during this month, becomes a blessing. How many of us have not appreciated the food on our plates, the clothes on our back and the roof over our heads? How many of us have taken these blessings for granted? I know I have. This month teaches me to be kind and charitable to the poor, and makes me understand and feel compassionate to their troubles and sorrows. It also teaches me to be thankful for everything I have right now.

This is what Ramadan is about. This is what we are about.

Ramadan Mubarak to y’all! xx God bless! 🙂