Ghalib. 18. Sialkot. Founder Of Rescue Pakistan. TEDx Activator. Curator of TEDxSialkot. Blogger at Huffington Post/Express Tribune. The YSA List honoree.
In years, I have learnt one thing very well now that you can’t help an individual who doesn’t need help. Also you can’t change an individual who doesn’t likes to change.
You can just help yourself and improve yourself and develop. No one can “save” you. The more you acknowledge that the more happier you’ll be. No one but you can spare yourself from falling. You can save yourself from drowning. You are your only hope.
Few years back when all that happened I never accepted first that it happened that she is no more, I thought that’d be the end of my life, I segregated myself, what not. Painful, each while was. She was the only closest person I had, I’d talk to her about the things that I am afraid to tell my parents about. We’d discuss totally anything. Also understanding that actuality that she was no more, I competely lost myself. How could she leave me all alone just like that and that only because of a little arguement we had, and later that week when I at long last choose to talk to her, I get no answer. Later that night i get to discover, she is no more. Incomprehensible that was for me, Sleepless, numb i was, not certain of what I need to do next, to inhale or not to. relax.
A month passed and I longed for her, everything she needed to say was to go forward, to inhale, to live it minus all potential limitations. She was so full of life, actually she was life. Presently when I think once more at this i understand this is not where I really lost her, yet where I discovered her, discovered her in myself, my aspirations, my life. She is life. Go forth, my life said, she said.
It was a cold night, last year. I met this old guy on street. A poor person. Who was barely covered. He was shivering. It was so super cold. I found him in need of some help. I leaned to him and asked him his name, he told me “Akbar” then i asked his well-being and where he lived, he said on the streets. Looking at his condition i promised him that i’ll bring him some warm clothes next day. This made his face shine, there was a beautiful, true smile on his face. This could have been the most honest one i’ve ever seen. He held my hand in his cold hands. I felt warm though it was all cold. But so warm inside.
This is a beautiful memory. It makes me happy :)
Hum Pakistani khushiyun ka haath kabi nai chortay,
Agar andhere aa bi jayen tou iun mei bi roshani dhund lete hain,
Hum himmat aur hoslay walay loug hain,
Aur agar hum isi hoslay ke sath jeetay rahay,
Tou dehron choti choti khushiyan roz khul ker samnay aati jayen gi
This above is from Coca Cola Ad. Its beautiful, promotes so much of PAKISTAN. Where there is will, there is happiness! Here is to the resilience of the people of Pakistan*
Imran Khan. I am against the rigged elections. I support you, for what youre upto. Go for it khan. And those who dont support his agenda or anything. Its fine. Go please your cheater PM whose own government said on a formal level that every consistency has 60-70k unverfied votes. Wow!
Well. On a serious note, Pakistan Zindabaad!