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Fatima Fang and Holier than thou logic by Kashif Nasir

 

Dramas such as Fatima Fang are frequently produced. All it does is validate the prejudice of a nation (prejudice: a belief not founded in reality). There is 'Veer Zara' on the other side of the border; the roles are obviously reversed, and this has been done multiple times. The idea is that the girl who falls in love or begins to embrace the religious beliefs of the majority must come from the "opposite religion or country" so that the audience can relate to it. Underneath all of this is the subliminal desire to subjugate the religion, culture, and values of the other nation and demonstrate the moral superiority of your own. 

Prior to this Fatima Fang, which is an attempt to improve relations between China and Pakistan, there was "Chaly thay sath," which I did watch because of the stunning Syra Yousef. It involved a Pakistani girl and a Chinese boy falling in love. However, the truth was completely different: Chinese men abducted Pakistani girls from impoverished areas, staged a fictitious marriage ceremony, transported the girls across the border, and later sold them into prostitution. The point is that young, impressionable audiences are particularly susceptible to this kind of subtle media propaganda. 

Additionally, there is the show "Kabli Pulao," which is clearly about the sexual conquest of Afghani women. And how kindly and benign Pakistan is in comparison to Afghanistan. Perhaps I am going too far since they have become "nikkah-fied." The boys (who shall not be named) are said to own the green television. When Bibi (Benazir Bhutto) came to power, the martial law authorities reluctantly agreed to hand over power. They told Bibi she could do anything but interfere in foreign policy, and Afghanistan is a critical component of our Afghan policy. I think Fatima Feng is running from this channel too. 

Aside from all these shitshows, there was a show called "Main Abdul Qadir hun," in which Fahad Mustafa played the main character, and it had a familiar character arc, involving a playboy who becomes a namazi (hy it happens). Theory was that it was based on Junaid Jamshed's life or inspired from it. Although I obviously disagree with some of J.J.'s later remarks, I still have the utmost respect for him. He was definitely a man who followed his heart.  

People have occasionally claimed that these cross-border narratives aim to strengthen ties between the countries. I disagree. If that is the case, then why is it that the guy is always the one pursuing a sexual relationship with a woman from an adversary nation? 

Salman Khan's Bajrangi Bhaijan, which was a really fantastic movie with very little to complain about, is, I believe, the one exception. However, our neighbour has recently elevated the propaganda to a completely new level. In fact, they have named it "Love-Jihad." There is a film called "Kerala Story." This demonstrates how women are converted to religion and then used. The neighbour portrays it as a massive conspiracy. I have not seen it yet, and I doubt I will. 

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My loneliness and me

 

We have been everywhere

My loneliness and me

We have been to the bars

We have been to the sea

My loneliness and me I have also had some friends

Thought the friendships would never end

But always did the friendships end

But she was always there with me

My Loneliness and me  And in the night when I am alone

Trying to swallow my pain and moans,

Remembering the days long long gone

She is always there for me 

My loneliness and me.

 

And although I write these poems

And sadness may sit in my rhyme

I am not looking for a saviour

Nor do I want to be free

It's okay if it's just-

My loneliness and me Kashif Nasir

Rise above the circumstances

 “Then Simon Peter, who had a sword, drew it and struck the high priest’s servant, cutting off his right ear. (The servant’s name was Malchus.).Jesus commanded Peter, “Put your sword away! Shall I not drink the cup the Father has given me?”. Then the detachment of soldiers with its commander and the Jewish officials arrested Jesus.” (John 18:10-12)

I was struck by Jesus' submission to circumstances when I read this passage today. He had the option of fleeing. Some people think he had supernatural abilities and could have struck the soldiers with lightning. He did none of those things, though.

I have repeatedly observed this in the lives of numerous historical figures. For instance, Malcolm X went to the event despite knowing full well he would be shot. Bhagat Singh continued on his path despite knowing he would be killed. Despite the fact that King Leonidas and his valiant three hundred were no match for the god-king and his world army, they went to fight. 

What elevates people above suffering and death? There is beauty in this idealism. Why is the human spirit so resilient in the face of the most challenging situations? 

The circumstances, in my opinion, are crucial. Would Mandela have joined the ANC (African National Congress) and the anti-apartheid movement if the odds weren't stacked against him? Mandela actually had everything to gain from becoming a successful lawyer; white people would have welcomed him just as they had so many other black intellectuals. However, Mandela felt the pain of his people and became a fugitive and a prisoner. Thirty years is not a joke.  

One problem people with codependency have is that they are always trying to control things, circumstances, and people.  

If you are currently struggling because of adversity, This is your chance to excel in spite of your circumstances. understanding that men have faced and overcome the worst. In fact, they have used the circumstances and made a name for themselves.

Broken man by Kashif Nasir

 
Broken man
Kashif Nasir

I have no fancy gifts to give, 

nor good words to say, 

I have no good memories, 

nor thoughts that are gay, 

I am a broken man that's all I have to say

Neither morning nor at night, 

I see no peace in sight

And it's getting lonelier day by day, 

I am a broken man that's all I have to say

Neither verse nor prose

Neither women nor rose

Nothing lights up my day

I am a broken man that’s all I have to say

You may see me in the room

Sitting darkly in the gloom

fighting demons, keeping them at the bay

I am a broken man that’s all I have to say

Neither my tears nor my voice

Nothing ever reaches the skies

If there is a god why is he so far away

I am a broken man that’s all I have to say

Neither my friends nor my foes

No one ever hears my woes

No one comes, and no one stays 

I am a broken man that’s all I have to say

My loneliness has reached its peak

Everything is looking bleak

I have very little left to say

I am a broken man that’s all I have to say

Every time I look around

I see broken men all around

They all laugh, but inside they are rotting away

I am a broken man that’s all I have to say

I am still not done

I still have to write

Tell them that things will be alright

But I know there won’t be such a day

I am a broken man that’s all I have to say

My words have gone into my head

Twisting turning in bed

Saying things I never said

Out of this hell, I see no way

I am a broken man that’s all I have to say

Oh God if you are there

Why you don’t ever hear

Why don’t you come down 

and fix this mortal of clay

I am a broken man that’s all I have to say

I am still angry

I am still loud

I am about to burst

Like an angry cloud

My righteous rage, will everything wash away

I am a broken man that’s all I have to say

I will be angry forever more

Writing verses more and more

Of every injury keeping score

And one day I will make them pay

I am an angry man that’s all I have to say

Childhood trauma and relationships

 This is going to be a lengthy post, but it can help a lot of people. Over the years, I have met a lot of people, and when I meet them, sometimes I can tell that they come from dysfunctional families.

There are subtle signs and hints that you can observe, for example, if they are apologizing too much or they are trying very hard to please you, it's a sign that they were raised in a family where their emotions, feelings, wants, or needs were invalidated.

There can be so many reasons why, if you come from a middle-class family where money was an issue, you must have acted like there were certain things you didn’t really want or need, although you really wanted them and didn't want to burden your parents.

Or maybe your parents had an unpredictable temper.

Or maybe your parents were emotionally unstable, you might have found yourself trying to reconcile your two parents after a fight, or you might have found yourself taking care of their emotions and trying to comfort them when it was you who needed the assistance. You might have been privy to financial problems. This is called emotional incest.

This causes role reversal, also known as parentification—a phenomenon in which a child is forced to assume a parent’s role.

Now, is that bad? It's devastating... The damage it does to a child’s personality is horrible. When these children grow up, they use the same strategy to seek love. They do too much for others, they pretend they don’t have any wants or needs to not burden the person they like. As you can see, they repeat the same childhood strategy to gain love.

What really happens in the adult world is that they attract their polar opposites, mostly narcissists and abusers. Their happiness depends on another person’s moods and whims; this is called co-dependency.

How do I know all this? Well, I have been through some bullshit so.

There is nothing like heartache, all other pains have medicine, but emotional pain just goes on and on.

You can find peace, and the pain can end if you just accept the fact that the problem is inside you and not outside you. Obviously, one needs help with boundary work, healing the inner child, and recovering from trauma.

All this is very much possible, the most common symptom of boundary conflict or trauma is depression.

If you are going through any such problems. We can talk, I am not a therapist, just a person who has been through it all.

The point is, you attract who you are, and if you don’t heal, and don’t put in the boundary work, you are going to keep attracting the same abusers and narcissists. This isn’t limited to romantic relationships, it can be with friends, bosses, and co-workers.

Being in the adult world without doing boundary work can be extremely draining.

The end of men by Kashif Nasir

 

All men have this hole inside them, for intimacy, for emotional release. 

At an early age, boys are told that men don’t cry and they stop, on the other hand, girls quickly learn to use tears to their advantage. Once a boy reaches twelve the whole world is shut to him. Men can’t talk to other men about the stress they go through daily, because that’s not what guys do. Women on the other hand have many options they can express their emotions too. 

My boss this amazing guy recently lost his business, I lost my job, I texted him and asked him how he was he said “ he was fine” he asked me how I was “And I said I was fine”. And that was the end of the conversation. It has been said that losing a job could be like a family death. 

I am just trying to paint you a picture. Men can’t talk to other men, they can’t tell their problems to their mothers and sister because they have to be strong, they have this provider role. So who can men talk to?

Men will be shamed as a crybaby, as weak, or shut down as “You should man up”. Men can’t tell women they like how they feel because women are attracted to strong men and don’t want to appear weak. 

Men have the highest suicide rates. 

(Paraphrasing, Nora Robert’s Self-made man) (Side note Nora was a feminist who dressed as a man to write a book, Nora committed suicide)

Hannah Rosin recently wrote an article “The end of men” ( you can google it). I agreed with everything she wrote, Hannah said that girls are getting more educated than boys. She also predicted the end of manual jobs. Since men’s whole worth is their paycheck ( what they can provide). Men have reached an end. She wrote and I quote “ Men are the new ball and chain for women” Since educated women can earn more money than men they might be in a relationship with, young women feel they no longer need men. 

And that’s alright.  

 Men are going through a crisis, and every movement gives birth to a reactionary movement, as you can see the feminist movement gave birth to groups like the manosphere, the red pill community, mgtow. I have respect for these platforms because they have given men a platform, somewhere they can openly discuss how they feel. I mean come on look at the divorce laws in America. 

I feel there is a cause for misogyny. Men understand the immense power women have in the realm of relationships and sex. Also, it's somehow a man’s job to get a woman’s attention, ask for numbers, arrange meet-ups, get on a knee, and offer a ring. And women can simply say no and can completely shatter a guy’s confidence. I think men feel resentment and they feel emasculated about how rigged the game is. 

I think there is a reason why men become violent: anger is the only emotion men are allowed to express. 

Men have a strong need for companionship, as I mentioned in my post about how they are conditioned from birth. But being needy is being weak, I think men feel they need female companionship, and they abhor that they need it because it makes them feel weak, They understand women’s power, and that’s where misogyny comes from.     

Book review 'The Variant' by Tanzeela K Hassan

Book review: The variant by Tanzeela K Hassan

Genre: short story


Okay so I just finished reading “The variant” by Tanzeela, I decided to read this because it was the shortest of four books she sent me… (Its a gift, I only paid for two the other two are gifts) anyway, so let's dive into it.


“The variant is an interesting story, I love the short story genre because of its ability to deliver a punch, it can say a lot in very little. Variant features several characters at the heart are our heroine Ayman and her two brothers Uzi and Zub…


The story starts with the disappearance of two boys Uzi and Zub who had gone to fetch food, and Aymen decides that she is going to go rescue her brothers… and she gets into an argument with her mom.


And she is like “whatever boys can do, a girl can do too”


Then the story goes into a supernatural realm. Where Aymen faces some really extraordinary fantastical creatures called Bazoras, and Wozorans, these are like wolves and fire-breathing dragon sort of creatures.


And I love that because I am a fan of the extraordinary and trying new things. I got through the story in one sitting and it had me hooked till the end. And the ending is very neat because it ties up everything neatly, so no loose ends.


One really interesting idea is the idea of metazorric dimension, a parallel dimension where you are your thoughts, you are whatever you believe yourself to be. I think it's an interesting idea that can be used in many ways.


And Aymen has to go through some sort of trials to rescue her brothers and she also has to learn some sort of spiritual truths. All in all, it's a very interesting story to read because it's startlingly original. Because it was some copied content I would have known right off the bat because like I am obsessed with literature.


Okay, they are a few things I didn’t like, first of all, the Bazoras and Wozorans had me a little confused, the descriptions are amazing, it's just the names confuse me because they sound the same. The other thing is there is sort of a subtle “preaching” going on in the background, that sounds to me a little anti-feminist, maybe it's just me because I lean more towards liberal and secular ideologies but it doesn’t affect the story. The story is good.


Tanzeela you should do science fiction you really have the knack for it.

Disqualifier by Kashif Nasir

 Disqualifier: 

Sometimes people post disqualifiers. It's not gender specific, it's about entitlement.

What is entitlement?

Expecting or believing that you deserve preferential treatment. 

What is a disqualifier? 

A disqualifier usually starts with a keyword: ' A Real Man or Real woman would' what follows next is a disqualifier. 

The person that is posting this has created a template, a goal-post, a hoop, a test for you to pass, for you to be in their good graces, for you to be accepted.

An example of a disqualifier

" A real man will treat his woman like a queen"

"A real woman will treat his man like a king" 

( while how a Queen and King are treated is up to this person's interpretation and mood)

Now a person that posts this kind of thing has unrealistic expectations, or he/she believes that they are entitled to preferential treatment. 

If you don't fit their mold, or jump through their hoop, YOU ARE DISQUALIFIED. That's why I call it a disqualifier.

What you can do? 

You don't need anyone's acceptance but yours,

 That takes work, reading psychology, therapy, working on your goals, fixing your routine, breaking away from addictions, and eventually finding your real self. 

In fact, the more you know yourself and know what you want the less you will fall for disqualifiers.

In my opinion, disqualifier is a sort of emotional manipulation. In which one person tells the other that they can have them but on terms and conditions, on the other hand, real intimacy is without any strings. 

When leverage enters any relationship the whole thing becomes fake because it disturbs the power balance.

PUA community roughly called disqualifier 'a shit test' something women would put men through ( again it's not gender specific)  

This is post is getting longer than I had thought. 

The truth is it all leads back to your childhood grooming, you are either a Co-dependent ( someone that seeks approval outside themselves) or you have narcissistic traits ( someone that only cares about taking and not giving back) 

There are fifty shades of grey between the two personality types... There are as many personalities as there are people. One piece of advice I would give Young adults is to read ' Diagnostic of mental disorders' before selecting a potential mate. It can save you a lot of heartaches, time, and money. There are a lot of undiagnosed mental and behavior disorders out there.

Always remember ' knowledge is power ' knowing what kind of personality you are dealing with will get you far in life. In just about

Boy-girl relationship, it's your boss, teacher, parent, friend, relative, child, practically everyone. 

But know this " If you don't know who you are, you won't who anyone else is either, it all starts with knowledge of self."

Bad news Ben ( a memoir)

 

This is a true story

 

I met Bad News Ben on a summer day, my father was watching over the electricity work in an under-construction building.  Bad News Ben was as young as me, that is to say, he must have been in his mid-twenties. Bad News Ben's work was to haul bricks from one level of the building to another.

We hit it off immediately; Bad news Ben was full of dirty jokes, but the real attraction was how he told the jokes: he acted them out. He would bend over first acting as one gender, then he would stand acting as the opposite gender then he would say the character's lines by mimicking accent and voice.

It was much later when I stopped seeing him. I realized he acted those jokes out solely for me. He knew I couldn't hear.

 

You must be wondering why I call him Bad news Ben but before I tell you that, I must tell you something else.  Bad News Ben lived in my neighborhood and we occasionally ran into each other, on these occasions sometimes we would talk for a long time, but on other occasions, he acted like he didn't know me. This went on for months. 

I found this behavior curious but didn't think much about it. Until one day, I heard a knock on the door. I went out to see who it was. It was Bad news Ben. His weather-beaten face, his hollow cheeks, and sweat-stained clothes had become a sight too familiar. I wonder what he wanted. But instead of saying anything he just stepped aside and behind him, I saw another Bad news Ben, an exact copy of him.

They burst out laughing. I stood there, mouth hanging open too surprised to act. It was the shock of my life. He had a twin brother. This explained the hot and cold behavior; I had simply mistaken him for his brother.            

 

The reason I call him Bad news Ben is because he had a habit of telling bad news, literally every time we met something bad had happened to him. I remember he told me that his wife was expecting a child, (he already had two) but he had no money.

 

Sometimes when I saw him, I felt like he was eroding, disappearing slowly but surely and one day he would disappear in the middle of a sentence.

 

We moved and I lost track of Bad News Ben. I met him months later he had his arm in plaster. I asked him what happened. He did a slow run and puffed up his cheeks and enlarged his eye balls, he was acting like a fast car, then he turned in circles and pretended to fall. This meant that he had been hit by a car.

I thought this was sad. I asked him if he had any work, and he said that he didn't and don't think he would get any until his arm gets better. I thought this was sadder. His cheeks were sunken than ever before and this image entered my imagination of his hungry wife and children but I pushed it away.

 

Bad news Ben disappeared again. I didn't see him for months, but I met him today in the street, he had removed the plaster, and the scars had healed.

"I just suffered a loss of forty-five thousand rupees" I didn't want to ask him how, so he just told me himself, he was working inside a building and when he got off, his motorcycle was gone.

 

I asked him to show me his arm, he said that it was fine, I asked him to bear his healthy arm too. I compared the two limbs and realized the rod was still inside his arm. I asked him why he hadn't gone back for surgery. He said that the doctor had asked him for thirty thousand rupees, but since his arm didn't hurt him anymore, he is just going to let the rod be.

 

He had a way of breaking bad news, he would grin, and he would laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world. Now that I recall it, I never took him seriously, not even once. Not when his children were hungry, not when he got hit by a motorist, and not when his motorcycle was stolen.

 

(I had to stop writing here… too much stuff was coming up, besides this is about Bad news Ben, not me. I will tell you this that he is fine (if you could call it that) and hopefully when I shall see him next time, I will do more than just listen.  )

My Sorrows by Kashif Nasir

 

'My sorrows'

 

I write to pass the night

To save myself from fright

And I hope I don't see

The sorrows around me

 

I can see, one behind the door

One, sitting on the floor

One, staring from the screen

Oh One, that is filthy and lean

 

The sorrows all have come

To turn my night glum

I write to keep them at bay

So they dare not stay

 

I want them to be gone

They do not belong

To hide behind my door

Or to sit on my floor

 

My room is not for you

Go on, off with you.

 

But they look so sad

Maybe they are not that bad

I will let them stay

Let them stay a day

 

Come from behind the door

You, the one, on the floor

And you, Oh! Filthy one

My sorrows and I are one

 

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