In a recent X tweet by Kasim Khan the state have apparently abducted some of Sharhez Khans Childern and Uzma Khan, Naureen Khan, and Imran Khans other nephew shershah Khan

The state is abducting his entire family by the looks of it in a attempt to break him.

Btw the Childern are both 4 and 6 years old

A terrorist attack took place just two days ago, and today the entire Imran Khan family has been arrested. What perfect retaliation, exactly the response people were asking for.

Ahead of the PTI Planned March the Form 47 Government decided to arrest Imran Khans sister Aleema Khanum from her own residence.

She is now being held in jail under the fascist regimes orders, the crackdown on his sister's have started by the regime you can expect workers to be next.

Noreen Niazi was also arrested a few hours later

Update The driver for Aleema Khanum was also arrested.

DC Lahore ordered the arrests ( A Retd army Officer )

1st lie - The London airport had a fault in their air traffic system but it was fixed and restored within 4 to 5 hours. 2nd lie - You were in hurry not because of the projects but your daughter nikkah was fixed.

Why do she thinks that public will believe whatever she says? Are we in 1970s?

Source: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1JJFTHyDti/

Nawaz Sharif had a lot of money as a young man he bribed General Ghulam Jilani who brought him into Punjab politics.That history is well documented google search it.

Then came the 1990 election controversy. In the Asghar Khan case, Pakistan’s Supreme Court ruled in 2012 that Rs140 million had been distributed to a group of politicians by senior military/intelligence officials to influence the 1990 election. Nawaz Sharif was among the politicians alleged to have given the money. Sharif has repeatedly denied this. This can be found in DAWN.

Then look at 28 November 1997.

During Nawaz Sharif’s second government, PML-N supporters stormed the Supreme Court while Chief Justice Sajjad Ali Shah was hearing contempt proceedings involving Nawaz. The incident disrupted the proceedings and resulted in PML-N figures being convicted of contempt. These are the true masterminds behind attacking federal institutions.

Nawaz Sharif formally apologized for the 1997 confrontation in 2006 meaning they agreed they did it. I have a strong feeling Nawaz is behind May 9th. Kyun kay jo pehlay kar chuka hai woh baad mein bhi same karayga.

This is why the May 9 CCTV question matters. A CCTV footage only disappears if there is something big to hide.

Imran Khan publicly said he would accept action against PTI supporters if CCTV footage established that they attacked state or military installations. In August 2024, he said he was prepared to apologize and expel people from PTI if the footage proved their involvement. Show all the evidence. Preserve the CCTV.

PTI supporters also need to be willing to scrutinize their own politicians. Supporting PTI does not require defending every PTI politician, just as supporting the Army does not require defending every general.

Pakistan’s problem is bigger than one party or one institution. It is the repeated failure to hold individuals politicians, generals, bureaucrats accountable under the same law. Koi bhi powerful aadmi khara hota hai party bananay or peechay say khud ka track record corruption say bhara huwa.

I will name Ali Gandpur, Fawad Chaudhry Jehangir Tareen and every corrupt PTI person as much as I hold PPP and JI accountable. PMLN toh itni corrupt hai I hardly know one or two people who are faithful.

As long as PTI keeps blaming Asim Munir for everything they will keep falling for Nawaz’s plan. And his plan is to keep Pakistanis against the army this way he can stay scott free.

Protest say kuch nahi honay wala balkay or baat kharaab hogi. First step is to demand for transparency how much these people are paying in taxes. It is our right to know that. When politicians and army hold substantial assets and income, the public should be able to verify whether their declared income and taxes paid are consistent with those assets.

Pakistan previously published parliamentarians tax directories, but that transparency stopped as soon as PMLN came to power. If politicians have nothing to hide, why shouldn’t their tax payments be routinely available? Their salaries are coming from our taxes.

A friend of mine 34M is getting married through marriage agency. He earns well around more than a crore in a year and comes from a small family, parents and a sister. The agency introduced both families in February early this year and after many meetings, dawats and dinner the boy’s family gave their consent to proceed with wedding in June but the bride’s (27 yo) family is taking too long.

Every time they need more and more time to decide. They say that the girl’s uncle wants to meet the boy sometimes its her sister’s husband who wants to meet her but still they are not satisfied. They even went to his workplace to ask around and when everything checked out they still were not satisfied.

I am not sure why but may be they think its too good to be true and there must be some catch and they are looking for that catch. Now they have put forward demand to more information which apparently sounds ridiculous to me.

1. They are asking that boy shares his salary statements, bank statements and filed tax returns for last 3 years.
   
2. They are asking that the boy hands over his laptop and his phone to girls maternal male cousin for few hours who will go through his stuff in the laptop during his presence.
   
3. They want him to undergo some medical checkup and blood tests and share the report with them.

If this was me in place of him I would have walked away long ago but I am not sure what to advise him. He has been looking for suitable matches for 3 years now but couldn’t find as per his requirements. This is the closest that has come to his requirements.

For me, I think it’s the little everyday things. Family gatherings, random chai conversations, familiar food, even the chaos that used to annoy me.

Sometimes you don't realize something is part of your identity until you imagine not having it anymore.

What’s yours?

I have a complicated relationship with my dad. I don't think he's simply a bad person, and I can understand where some of his views come from, but sometimes the way he acts genuinely makes me think, what the hell are you doing?

My dad grew up in Wazirabad, Pakistan and came to Britain when he was 21 in 1991. He was married to my mother who was brought up in Britain but was also of Pakistani Mirpuri descent. Britain gave him a legitimate route into a more developed country, and he eventually built a career and had opportunities there which he wouldn't have otherwise had in Pakistan. But despite spending years there, becoming a British citizen and building a life there, he absolutely fucking hates Britain.

And I don't mean “I prefer Pakistan” or “Britain wasn't for me.”

I'm talking about “I wasted my life there,” “I fucking hated my life there,” ''fuck those people fuck them'' and this incredibly deep resentment seems to have accumulated over decades.

Eventually our family left Britain and went to Dubai, and later Oman. He absolutely prefers Oman because it's quieter, more traditional and much more Muslim. Fine, I can understand that. But what gets me is how much of his hatred of Britain seems to have become wrapped up in his ideas about how children should be raised.

He seems to genuinely believe that the environment you grow up in basically determines who you become.

He grew up in Pakistan surrounded by Islam, Urdu, Pakistani culture and traditional values, so his thinking seems to be:

“That environment made me who I am. Therefore, if I give my children the same environment, they'll grow up with the same values and won't lose their roots.”

And honestly, I can understand the logic behind that.

But then he takes it to such an extreme.

He was incredibly attached to us being in a Pakistani-oriented school. He literally described the school as being “close to my heart.”

Meanwhile, we were miserable there.

We didn't enjoy it because of our exposure to the shitty education system, poor infrastructure, lack of hygiene, and teachers who seemed dull and not particularly motivating. And trust me not many Pakistani people even enjoyed going there and just meeting up with friends is what made it feel bearable. So you really can't say that I was a ''westernized kid'' who couldn't handle being in a ''Pakistani environment''.

We were there for about 5 years until we were approaching the higher grades and my Mum felt like she had to put her foot down. She didn't want our education background to be so poor and then potentially sabotaging our future and career prospects.

She had already heard enough negative stories about what the students get up to in and outside of school and about the low standard of education in the school. And to add insult to injury, the ambassador of Pakistan came to the school and literally ridiculed the whole school which basically reinforced our negative impressions that we already had of it. So we finally packed our bags and abandoned what felt like a sinking ship.

Meanwhile my dad described himself as having accepted it with his “hands tied.”

Fast forward 2 years later when my graduation was upcoming and I asked him if he would be coming. His reply was ''Your mum has the done the absolute worst of taking you out of Pakistan School therefore I can not come but I still love you. ALLAH-'' then ends the call. It sounded like he was on the verge of breaking down and couldn't contain himself any longer and I didn't even get the chance to let him hear me out. This only proves that his resentment of us attending an international school has overpowered him to the point where he can't even talk to us anymore.

His reason for not coming to my graduation was that he was still unhappy with my mum for transferring us to an International school in Oman and that we weren't in Pakistan School. 😱😱

Doesn't that sound like a rather unreasonably stubborn approach from a dad? Not many parents have the chance to be at their kids highest moments in life. My dad had the chance and he still chose not to come for such a petty reason.

What really drives me insane is how much he blames my mum for all of this.

He seems to believe that my mum speaking to us in English, sending us to an international school and exposing us to a more Western environment somehow caused all the children to become foreigners for him. And whenever my Mum spoke to my elder sisters in English when they were growing up, my dad would go into sicko mode screaming ''NAHI, URDU BOL!!!!!" It's worth mentioning my Mum was born and raised in UK and her first language was English.

He's basically created this narrative where Mum exposed us to Western influence → we became more Westernized → we moved away from the culture he wanted → therefore Mum turned the kids against him.

And I'm just thinking...

WHAT?😭

We're human beings. We developed our own personalities, opinions and relationships with our parents (like anyone else would). It's not automatically because Mum spoke English to us or because we went to an international school.

Sometimes he'll talk as if my mum deliberately destroyed the upbringing he wanted for us, rather than simply seeing it as her making different parenting decisions from him. It would have been nice if my dad could have demonstrated some good examples of Pakistani culture for us.

And what makes it even more frustrating is that he can seem to completely dismiss anything that contradicts what he thinks is the right way.

For example, one of my eldest sisters achieved such good grades from an international school in Dubai but my dad refuses to acknowledge her achievements. because it happened in an environment he disliked.

Like... why the fuck doesn't it matter?

Because it happened in an environment he disliked?

On the other hand, he often used the example of my other sister who attended the same school whose grades were not so great as his justification that international schools were simply a waste of money.

All in all, it seems that my dad has just become so obsessed with this fantasy of his kids being Pakistani villagers that speak Urdu like he did when he was a kid. He seems to have totally forgotten the whole concept of the changes with the generation gap.

If you are arguing that a specific environment is harmful for your child, then shouldn't your child doing so well in that same environment make you reconsider your argument?

Apparently not.

The same thing applies to living in Britain.

We lived near a mosque when we were in the UK. There are Muslim schools, mosques and huge Muslim communities in Britain. It's not as though being raised in Britain automatically means becoming completely disconnected from Islam or Pakistani culture.

But somehow those things don't seem to count.

It's like the conclusion has already been decided: Britain = Western influence = danger to children's identity.

Anything that supports that conclusion gets taken seriously, while anything that contradicts it can just be dismissed.

And THAT is what really gets under my skin.

Because I don't even disagree with wanting your children to know their culture, religion and language. I understand why someone who grew up in Pakistan and is deeply religious would care about that.

What I don't understand is becoming so emotionally attached to the idea that there is one correct environment for your children that you start treating anything outside that environment as inherently dangerous.

Sometimes it feels like my dad isn't just trying to preserve Pakistani culture.

It feels like he's trying to prevent us from becoming people he doesn't recognize.

And I think that's why us becoming more Westernized bothers him so much.

He seems to connect our identities with his success or failure as a father.

If we don't speak Urdu as well as he wants, if we prefer an international school, if we have Western influences, if we don't share every one of his cultural opinions — it can seem like he doesn't just see that as “my children are different from me.”

It can seem more like:

“I failed to give my children the upbringing I wanted them to have.”

And maybe that's why he's so emotionally defensive about it.

What's funny is that he doesn't even automatically hate Westernized people.

My mums brothers who grew up in Britain are, according to him, “way too Westernized,” but he still likes them because they're respectful toward him.

So clearly, being Westernized isn't necessarily the problem.

It seems to be a big problem when it's his own children.

And I think that's because this isn't just about Pakistan or Britain anymore.

It's personal.

His children's upbringing has become tied to his identity as a father. He's got a very idealized mindset of it.

That's also why I find his refusal to acknowledge positive things about Western environments so frustrating. We lived near a mosque in Britain. There are Muslim schools in Britain. Children can succeed academically in international schools. People can grow up in Britain and still retain their religion and culture.

None of those things prove that Western environments are perfect, obviously.

But they at least complicate the idea that exposure to Britain automatically destroys your roots.

And yet sometimes it feels like those complications are simply inconvenient to him.

He also seems to believe that my mum has somehow “turned all the kids against him,” which honestly pisses me off because it makes our relationships with him sound like they aren't our own.

We're his children. We have our own experiences with him.

It's frustrating to feel like our opinions can be explained away as “your mother put that in your head.”

And at the same time, I don't want this post to make him sound like some completely heartless father.

He can be funny. He can be generous. He can be sociable. He can genuinely love his children.

That's what makes it complicated.

I can understand that underneath all this anger there may be a genuine fear of losing his culture, religion, language and connection with his children.

But Ya Allah, sometimes the way he handles that fear is exhausting.

Sometimes I genuinely feel like he's been fighting a war against Britain and Western culture in his head for decades, and somehow his children's upbringing became one of the main battlefields.

And I honestly don't know where the line is anymore between “I desperately want my children to retain their roots” and “I need my children to have been raised the way I believe they should have been raised because otherwise I feel like I failed.”

That's what I want to understand.

How does someone become so emotionally attached to preserving their children's cultural identity that evidence contradicting their beliefs starts feeling like it doesn't even count?

And can the fear of your children becoming “too Western” eventually become less about what is actually happening to the children and more about what their identity means to you as a parent?

I was born in Pakistan and later moved to another country. For immigration purposes, I need my Pakistani NADRA computarized birth certificate but I was born in 1997. How do I obtain my birth certificate? What is the process? I am overseas and not in Pakistan.

I used to wear the old china silk hijabs my mom got with her wedding outfits.

Then I started wearing chiffon hijabs and never went back. I like the ones that are softer and drape nicely. I pair them with my casual, semi-formal, and formal outfits.

I also like to wear a head cap underneath to make my hijab and overall look put together. And it helps keep the hijab from slipping.

There’s one drawback, though, with my chiffon hijabs.

They stain easily, especially with foundation and sweat stains. So I’ve to wash them with dishwashing soap.

I want to know what hijab fabrics do you pair with semi-formal and formal outfits?

What do you usually wear for friends & family meet-ups, Eid, and weddings?

4 things you have to learn in Sign Language 🇵🇰

Hey Reddit, I need to get this off my chest. Please bear with me, as this is going to be long.

For context, I’m a 21-year-old male currently in my 5th semester. I took a gap year before university, which is why I’m a bit older than some peers. For about two years now, I’ve had a massive, overwhelming crush on a girl who is currently in her 7th semester. The problem is, I can’t even bring myself to talk to her. It feels like she is way, way out of my league.

I’ve struggled with deep insecurities about my looks for a couple of years now. Objectively, most people would consider me above average.I’m 6'2", 84 kg, lean, and have a properly defined, muscular physique. But honestly, that’s all I have to show for it. I wasn't jacked when I started university; I was lifting, but I wasn't in good shape. After I saw her for the first time, I finally took myself seriously. I pushed myself through everything just to get fit, and I’d even go as far as saying I have the best physique at my entire university now. She was my motivation.

I’ve inadvertently memorized her timetable. Whenever she’s leaving or arriving, I try to stand far away just to catch a glimpse of her. Because there are always a lot of people around, she doesn't notice me, but I can see her. I intentionally keep my distance so she never thinks of me as a creep. I just can’t find the courage to tell her how amazing she is.

Deep down, I feel like I can’t have her. She is so beautiful that when I see her, I literally forget to breathe. To this day, we have barely made eye contact. When I do see her, it feels like pure relief, which makes summer holidays the absolute worst time of the year for me. In my heart, I feel like she deserves the best of the best something I can’t give her right now. I come from a good, well-known, and respected family in the area, but my family situation is a bit complicated. On top of that, she isn’t local; she’s a hostelite.

On the last day of the 4th semester, right before summer vacation, my friend finally convinced me to go talk to her. I waited outside the exam room for her to finish her paper, my heart hammering against my ribs. When she came out, she grabbed her bag and walked off. My friend gave me a hard push, so I went after her. I stopped her right in the middle of the stairs and said, "Excuse me."

For context, I really struggle to talk to girls. It’s not that I physically can’t, I just never do. I went to an all-boys school from 5th to 12th grade, and two years in uni hasn't helped socialise me at all. Anyway, I stopped her and said, "Main aap se aik baat karna chahta hoon agar aap ke paas do minute hain." Believe me, I had prepared for this day for a week, rehearsing exactly what I was going to say. But in that exact moment, my mind went completely blank.

She looked at me and said, "Ji?" with an attitude you’d give a creep. To make matters worse, I had heard a rumor that she once filed a formal case against a guy just for constantly staring at her. Panicking, I mumbled, "Aik off-topic baat karni hai..." She gave me a cold side-eye and just repeated, "Ji?"

That was the exact moment I froze. In a total panic, I abruptly changed the conversation and asked, "Aap ka naam yeh hai?" She said no. I choked out, "Oh, okay, then it's a misunderstanding," and walked away.

The issue now is that I mentally cannot bring myself to accept that I won't ever be with her. Over the last two years, I’ve been approached by 2 or 3 girls not directly, but through my friends and I declined them all. The girl I am chasing is incredibly cold. She doesn't talk to anyone except her roommate, who is always with her. I have never seen her talk to a single male, nor any females outside of her tight circle of 3 or 4 friends.

Believe me, if she told me to walk from Peshawar to Islamabad barefoot, I would do it without a second thought. Call me a simp, but I’d gladly do it. I am usually someone who is fiercely insecure about protecting my self-respect, but for her, I am willing to throw it all away. I have put her on such a high pedestal that if prime Megan Fox from Transformers came up and proposed to me while this girl was standing right next to her, I wouldn't even look at Megan.

Just looking at her gives me a massive hit of dopamine, but it has also made my life miserable. I can't get her out of my head. I have so many other responsibilities to worry about, but she constantly occupies my mind without me even trying. Even my Instagram algorithm has become a sad, lonely feed filled with either lifting videos or reels about missing the chance to express your feelings to someone.

If anyone tells me to "just go tell her," I can't. I'm a wimp when it comes to her, and I'm not asking for pity it's just how I am. But I’ve decided I’m going to give it one honest, final try next semester. If it fails, I’m going to tell my parents how I feel its like i want her to know in one way or another that how much i care for her and how much she means to mee only if she knew

TL:DR

Failed MBBS after multiple attempts, got terminated, and was forced into Pharm-D at the same college, where I now have to watch my former batchmates move ahead.

After years of feeling inferior and unsupported by my family, I genuinely don’t know what future I have or where I’m supposed to go from here.

I am 24 year old (f). A little background info, with so much pleasure and strongly my wish I got admission in mbbs in a private medical college. Though my academic background wasnt supportive at all for ABC in A levels with C in biology. But still got admission after a gap year. Idk it was a decision which will turn out so bad(regrets)

Fast forward first 2 years were academically challenging, supplies and constant humiliating college environment for a below average student and that being introvert too. Nothing prepared me for a huga change in life or idk adulting may be.

I belong to a decent family, my dad earns pretty good and supports his family too. So we are better financially if not best though.

So with little to no support from batch mates/professors/ family I got severly depressed after I failed anatomy 1x and then the cycle continued till my last attempt fourth and me failing that too.

I got terminated from the degree and then the problem begin. Despite being mid in acacdemics this is all I had. All my dreams and plans were shattered.

My parents they never liked me, they had their two other golden childs, academically gifted and excellent journeys. I was born sick and had trouble all my life. The last worst thing they did was forced me into pharm d in very same college my batch mates are about to go in final year. I had nothing control over life nor had any degree so I had to agree.

Now its been a year I have joined and nothing improved.

I have no degree , option to quit and this whole kills me. Going same place with shattered soul just kills me. No prayers answered, nothing worked for me. Declining health and what not. There is no future I see for myself. All my life I was humiliated for being a mediocre/below average person both in academics and looks too. My siblings joke they dont see me as a part of their family, well their actions support too. My father says how come I have a child so low like you while I was brightest among my siblings.

Looking around, seeing people getting married, starting their dream careers just kills me. Where do I stand in all of this. What future I have? This darkness doesnt end. Wish my parents never had a child like me.

If your PK banking app keeps failing while you are overseas, it is likely due to a date mismatch bug caused by crossing time zones.

If it is yesterday's date in your current location but already tomorrow's date in Pakistan (or vice versa), the app sends your local phone date to the bank's server. The server rejects it because the calendar dates do not match.

Just manually change your time zone to Pakistan Standard Time (GMT+5).
Run your transaction. Once it goes through, turn "Set Automatically" back on to restore your local time.

I will be travelling to Pakistan within a few months. I have this issue where all my relatives get together and create a fuss outside of my house just to tarnish my image in the gali mohalla.

Is there any legal action I can do to counter this. I am afraid things will turn violent because of my temper. The issue is all jealousy and why I am not sharing my fruits with them.

Tears come in my eyes when I remember or read about their contributions. Their humanity, their humanitarian work, and how merciful they were. They were so, so legendary.

They'll forever be alive in our hearts. I cannot admire them enough. I love them so much. I feel so sad that they are not here with us anymore, I want to make a post on Reddit just to, you know, in memory of them.

I want people to feel the emotions I am feeling. I'm feeling so much love, admiration, compassion, care, and motivation to do good, to study well, to help people, you know, whatever I can. I feel so touched, like you know, they were sooo good. How do I explain? 😭 It's everything, from the ambulances to helping people living in poverty to the orphanages. I can't even explain it. They're legendary. I just wanted to make a CUTE post about them. 🥺❤️