Math: A Mental Abuse to Humans…

Math is like a zombie…

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It should be known as “Mathematics Matha Khapa Leta Hai” (Mathematics just F**k your mind)

Engineers don’t use algebra ratio or any equations they just need to multiply add subtract and divide. They already have advanced software systems to solve their problems. Then what is the damn point of learning math. you are not gonna have any algebraic equations in your life so whats the point??????

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Harris Sheikh

Harris Sheikh – 12yr student of 7th Standard, The City School of Quetta – Pakistan

This was written because I am use to go for tuition for 3 and a half hours to study math…Ugghhh

“My dear Present… I love you”

A few days before someone ask me that what is the reason of your ever go smiling face. I couldn’t find the actual reason behind that. Whether its my nature or something different???

Today I am thinking that who actually in this world is “Happy and content”??? and I scroll


Me and my son smiling…

up my mind and try to remember the situations in which I am actually…smile.

Aaaaannn… its when every morning I get up and find that there are still some extra minutes to sleep before alarm rings… or I get up in morning and find my father’s sweet text message on my cell-phone or its when I see my one-year old son sleeping besides me with his cute little mouth open…lolxx or when my dear mother-in-law sweetly yelling at me to finish my breakfast – that she made for me – before going to work… or I enjoy the cool breeze on my face like a bird – when my husband drops me to my office on his motor bike.

Its when I get a call everyday from my mother and grandmother in my office break – to make sure that I am alright…. or its when my boss acknowledges me… or its when I read day-long group messages on my whats-app in office break…or its when I got a call from my office guard that my husband come to pick me….

learn-to-live-in-the-present-momentI remember that I smile when we (my husband and me) pass through the traffic signal before seconds to be red….hahhaha… or exactly when I have a first glace of my son – crawling towards me enthusiastically….or to see him playing with his aunt (my husband’s little sister – sonia)… ot its when my mother-in-law kisses my forehead and asks me that my day passes good???

hmmmm… my lips buds up a smile when I get a call every evening from my dear grand-mother’s sister, my mentor, my love, my inspiration and the doctor who delivered me from my mother’s womb – MunaMaa.

Or when a sudden thunder storm come with a shimmering rain after a hot day….or when everyday we go for a walk at 9:00 pm and insists my husband to buy ice-creams/soft-drinks for all of us and make sure him that its last day we are insisting…hahhahaToday-is-a-present-quote

Or when I get an unexpected call from my little brother and listening him to say that he misses his nephew badly (my son) and put my son’s shirt with his pillow to feel his presence with him….or when my husband plans for a weekend picnic… or when I make evening tea for all of us….or my neighborhood aunt call us for a Sunday special dinner with her…

Its when my father-in-law call me to make sure that we are alright and ask for any kind of help…. or when all – my mother-in-law, my husband, his sister, me and my son tickling and giggling each other before sleep….or when going to sleep, my husband put me and my son in his caring feathers like a bird shelters its family…

This all put smile on my face and make me happy and content.

Don’t think that I am totally a blessed angel. Or I am living in heaven.

I also have some human problems. Like we are now living a tight-budget living with low


Tickling giggling

monthly income. We have problems like bearing hot weather without cooler or air-conditioner, living in a house with no garden or back-yard… sometime little misunderstandings between me and my husband. After tough 9 – 5 job, give full time to my son and family. Sometimes I just need a bed to be lay down after duty but I have to cook in hot kitchen for expected guests and then late night sleeping tradition…

Sometimes we have not enough money to buy gifts for our family on festivals but thats ok your family need your content-happy face…On that I realize no one buy a smile for you. You have to conquer it.

In short, I find my ever smiling secret and that is “Make friendship with your present… say it…I Love you dear Present… and that makes you happy, smiling and brighten up your future…”


Treasure-Hunters…. (little feet in dump)

Yesterday I was going for a walk  when I saw some little girls collecting garbage from a nearby road. They compete each other in how much they fill out their bags in less time. Giggling and tickling each other.

Running to snatch a treasure (some thing valuable) that one girl find and other snatch from her. Amusing each other with games such as hide & seek, kikkli, and cham-cham… I am enjoying their innocent fights and tickling.


Source: Farooq Naeem’s gettyimages (Pakistan)

Then suddenly I listen a scream… that was a little girl whose foot was injured with a broken glass in the garbage. Ahhhh…. I was feeling so bad that her foot bleed so much because you all know the glass cut bleed much…

There I go to her and ask her to come with me to my home. She was feeling shy and didn’t want to go with me. Her elder came and permit her to go with me. At home I dressed her wound and gave her a glass of juice. At that moment she kissed my hand, I don’t mend that feeling into words.

The only reaction I show is to kiss her forehead in return. She ran fast even with her injured foot. And pass a sweet naughty smile after reaching in her family. And they again start searching the treasure in the garbage.

I don’t mean to post this story that someone give me appreciation or condole her wound.

APTOPIX Pakistan Daily Life

A Pakistani scavenger girl writes on a notebook she collected from a garbage, while another girl sits next to her in Lahore, Pakistan, Wednesday, April 1, 2015. Thousands of children pick recyclable items from waste dumping points to earn living for their poor families. (AP Photo/K.M. Chaudary)

But the only reason is that if we can’t stop the child labor from our country (Pakistan) and can’t stop the heaps of garbage in one of every third street than something we do at least is:

“Before you put a broken glass or anything into garbage that you realize – put cut or injure someone, try to wrap it in a three folded paper (any old newspaper or any other scrap paper)”.

This little effort can do something for the treasure-hunters (Children collecting garbage), at least this can’t muddle their innocent tickling giggling games.

 Sometimes your little effort (that you think so small) put a large effect in others’ life….


Baluchistan Buds Bohemian…

Today I want to introduce a Fashion Wonder Girl – Shahbano Baluch.

Who was born in a small town of Baluchistan. As her land is fertile from the water of art so the buds of Design, Art, & Fashion were growing in her mind.

Art is in her soul. But she never realize her own talent until, she got married to a man who help her to mirror her ideas into a BRAND – Shebee Couture…

10865071_761331203945206_427589632_aShebee Couture is an online platform for 100% handmade stuff. in this way you can have a unique product of its own nature, no other piece of that same design is not available. Each and every piece has a unique design.

Style-Inspiration : Working on bohemian, banjara style.

Her work is a Collage of traditional wasted hand-embroidery, she re-use the product so her products are eco-friendly.

Variety of Products are under one roof – Shebee. You can find outs bags, clutches, rugs, jewelry, sandals, shirts, stoles, shoes, uppers, cushions, mats, wall-hangings, and many more.

Feeling ow-sum!!!! lets go to her fine traditional Jewelry………

Want to fly on Alladin’s Magical rug??? Lets fly with Shebee….

Shebee – A wonder bohemian effort from Baluchistan – Pakistan, to the hands of Europe, Australia and many more countries including a hollywood celebrity – Bertila Damas.

For Contact Details of Shebee:

Enjoy online shopping…. 🙂

Death Kiss… is the Last Option!

Today I am telling you a true story that my grandma – Dr. Hashmat told me about one of her experiences from her Maternity Clinic – Mach Bolan.


Dr. Hashmat

Once upon a time, a poor woman with her mother came to me from a valley far in the mountains. She was looking so happy. She told me that she was married 6 years ago but has no children. But now she was feeling that she was expecting.



I took her to my checkup room. After pregnancy test and physical checkup, I gave her the good news that she was expecting me to told her – yes she was expecting.  But she was looking too weak because her diet was dry bread with lassi (a drink made up from yogurt and water) and rarely meat was available for her. I prescribed and gave her some food-supplements and some nutritious food that was available at that time.

And asked her to come again for next checkup. Usually these tribal people come for only one time during pregnancy even some just came on the time of delivery. That’s why I asked her to come after 2 months. But she refused and admitted to come after 4 months.

Time was passing away as clouds waves out in the sky after rain. After 5 months, someone knocking my clinic’s door and I was just astonished to see a thin branch of tree loaded with a pouched-bag. Yes! she was the girl that came to me 5 months ago, now she was looking too skinny with a overloaded pouched tummy.

After her checkup, I told her that you have more than one fetus in your womb. At this she little-joy-mother-and-child-oil-painting-of-baby-original-1339119950_orghugged me with happiness. Beside that I told her to take care of herself because a healthy mother can deliver a healthy baby.

After some months, she came with her mother in her full-term condition. She was in too much pain. After some time in labor room, I delivered her first baby that was in good condition. I gave the baby to the midwife and trying to pull out the 2nd one. After delivering the second one, I noticed that the girl was still in pain of contractions and I am surprised that she delivered a third one. But the third one has severe breathing problem.

To deal with them (mother and her triplets) was quite difficult for me right now. This put a lot of pressure on me to see the girl crying in pain to see the third one turning blue.

triplet_newborn_photographer_1There I took the third one to the other bed and death kiss is the last option. I put my breath in him and also try to inhale his breath. At this moment I am turning cold that whether I could save him or not but trying hard to take him to life. His mother and grandma crying and praying for him.

After few minutes, I noticed the changing color of his body. At this, I feel like a champion who won not just a match but a championship.

His mother couldn’t resist herself to kiss my hands madly and saying that “you are an angel of God, you save me and my children – that is everything for me”.Mother & Child copy

Point to Ponder is:

Sometimes beside your knowledge, practice, studies, medical setup & equipment – we as a doctor felt totally helpless and the two things we can only do are: try our best till end and seek God’s blessings.

Dreaming of a Baby-Soft Glowing Skin !!!

In this over polluted environment where your skin has to face the challenges of dust, smoke, lead, carbon, direct sun-exposure and extreme weather temperatures.

Don’t worry here you can find the home remedies for making your skin smooth, soft and glowing…

Rice flour & Almond Oil    

Before going to Bed at night,

  • Make smooth paste of Rice Flour with Water/Rose Water
  • Paste it on your face
  • Now wait for 15 minutes
  • Now make it wet with some extra drops of Water/Rose Water
  • Make light circular movements on your face (Don’t Rub At All)
  • Now Wash with Normal Water
  • After soaking, take few drops of almond oil and massage your face in circular movements
  • Use this therapy for 15 days at least

(You can Use this on your body too during Shower – instead of using soap/body baths)

Honey & Lemon

For Natural Bleaching your Skin:

  • Take a tablespoon of pure Honey
  • Add few Drops of Lemon
  • Make a PasteHoney-And-Lemon
  • Apply on your skin (that you Want to Bleach)
  • Wash with water after 20 minutes
  • Do it for at least 30 days and find extraordinary results



Gram Flour + Lemon + Yogurt

Getting rid of pimples and oily skin:

  • mix gram flour (also known as chickpea flour and garbanzo bean flour) with Lemon and Yogurt
  • make a smooth paste
  • Apply on your skin
  • leave it for 20 minutes
  • wash it with water
  • after soaking apply few drops of Rose water on your skin


Tomatoes for Sunburn Skin

For extra sun exposure , your skin will become rough and dark,

  • freeze some round slices of tomatoes in your freezer
  • after washing your face, rub the freeze slices on your skin
  • make circular movements
  • do this for 15 minutes
  • then wash again with waterfresh-tomatoes-on-a-wooden-table

Do this for 2 weeks at least for exceptional results




Glycerin + Lemon + Rose Water + Almond Oil

In winters use this mixture before sleeping in your daily routine for baby soft and glowing skin,

  • Make a mixture of Glycerin, lemon extract, rose water and almond oil in a bottle
  • apply on your skin daily in winters for extra soft glowing skin

use it at night before sleeping


Have a happy healthy glowing skin………..


Pakistan Chapter 2 – Incredible Hunza Valley

Today lets go and explore the beauty of Incredible Hunza Valley. Known as “Fairy-land” and situated in the lap of green-rugged (in spring) and snow-capped (in winter) mountains.

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A Woman of Pride – Her motto “Live, to Give”

Today I was sitting alone with a cup of tea and searching the people who work for humanity. There I thought that many people are devoting their lives in various corners of the world but the difference is to “portray them”. Some get more acknowledgements than others and some just do their work silently as people fail to explore and acknowledge them. These people devoted their lives to work for humanity.


Dr. Hashmat Baloch(love-humanity)

First, I want to introduce the personality that no one knows but everyone should know: Dr. Hashmat Baloch. She is a Gynecologist from a poor marginalized town, Mach Bolan – Baluchistan Pakistan.

She was born in a society where girl’s education is hindered and limited in many ways. But her father yet managed and gave her permission to continue her studies (after middle) in a Boy’s School because in those days Girl’s schools are limited to 8th standard only.

After that she got admission in a medical school that is in Sandeman Civil Hospital, Quetta Baluchistan. There she complete her medical studies. After that she started practicing in


ever-green smiling soul

her own town.

Many people advised her to stay in Quetta for handsome salaried job but she choose to work for her own town’s people. There she was dealt with various female patients that are from disadvantaged and marginalized families from the hilly areas of Baluchistan. Beside their treatment, she was use to provide them basic medicines, food, and basic understanding of how to keep themselves and their families healthy and safe.


nature-lover personality

These ladies were totally illiterate – even once a day, one of them saw herself in a mirror that is in her clinic lobby and asked her reflection “where is Doctor Hashmat?” They come from high hilly areas, where traveling is almost impossible.

She learned almost 8 different local languages because she believes that talking with patients in their mother languages – is itself a curing emotional technique. She devote her life in serving the humans.


her family…

She had a small clinic with enough medical stuff for female patients. She take fees from the patients to the extent that is used for clinic billing and maintenance. Otherwise she was not treating them for her own earning.


with her loving husband

She was married to a man who strengthen her more. Some one truly said that “A Strong man can only handle a strong woman, a weak man will say she has an Attitude”.

She lived with her husband in his town, an interior tribal area of Sindh – Pakistan. That area is usually conceptualized as an area where women have no rights.  Different worse rituals are there like Karo-Kari, married to Quran, child marriage and many more. But she lived there with same motto, educate her own family-in-law and then spread her knowledge to her surrounding with her countless efforts.

She not only help and support others but I remember (in my hostel days) she used to send mobile (cell-phone) balance to all those students in our family who are living far in hostels. Still she silently help and support the family member who needs any financial or emotional support, it can be just a hug (jadoo ki jhhapii) or a forehead kiss…

Even you can say she is a fresh water spring, everyone and anyone can quench his/her thirst (fulfill their need) to the extent, they need. And she is deep down sea that hide


shallow like water-spring, deep like a sea…

the secrets of not people but a generation.

Now she is living with her daughter, her son-in-law (who loves her more than her own daughter) and two grandsons in Quetta, Baluchistan. There she was still treating and advising her patients.

She used to tell me numerous stories regarding delivering babies and treating their mothers that if I put them in words, I have to give my next 1 – 2 years. In short I want people to acknowledge her, her devoted life and her humanity.

Today’s point-to-ponder is: “Instead of blaming each other, go and explore various things, places, people and ideas that are waiting for us to be portrayed.”

A Woman of Strength

It is a story of a little girl
who was living with her family in a small town of interior


Once a little town girl…Now a sky for us

Baluchistan – Pakistan. She loves her father so much and known as his pampered child. She was too naughty as she and her elder sister competed each other to run on hilly areas with long heel- shoes.

As she grown up to 15, she was married to her cousin. In this age she felt that her husband is now her shelter after her father. She was living happily with her husband for round about 2 months. During this she had a good news to conceive a child in her womb.

After that her husband had to go to a far town for his job. From there, they contact each other through innocent love letters. After some time her husband diagnosed as tuberculosis – patient. This was a terrible news for the whole family because he is the only son of his own family and there were no proper treatment of this disease at that time. The little girl could not understand how to react in this situation and in this age.


Little Town Girl hugs her Son (my father)

Time was passing away, the little girl delivered a little angle – baby boy. A little glimpse of hope rose for her and her husband. But now she was asked to keep away herself and her son from her husband because of his viral infectious disease. When her son grown up to 1.5 years, a bad news put countless tears in her eyes – her husband died…

This news put lot of problems on her little shoulders. Now she had to face the world without her husband and with a little baby in a society where there were various worse rituals and cultural barriers for a widow mother. She was being forced to marry again but she didn’t want to do that. She got permission from her father to study further (to earn for her son). From there,


my dear dada

her brother (Fazal Haq) took responsibility of her and her son.

Life was moving forward, now she was feeling shelter in her son. Now she made her life – a shadow of her son. She was appointed as a JV teacher in a school and earn to provide good education for her son. When her son entered in 12-standard, a small but severe incident again came in their life.

She fell again in love with a man who was living in their neighborhood, who also loved her purely. In short, she got secretly married him with her sister’s and brother-in-law’s support. She got happy for some time but then worse rituals of her family traditions again break her budding smile.

Her son was severely forced by her family to get his mother (and his step father) convinced to be divorced. She did that for her son. But she didn’t get feel her son – blamed.

She moved forward with her son. Besides too many hurdles, she provided proper education to her son. With her low earning, she managed to send her son to the best college (NCA-Lahore, Pakistan) to study (Bachelors in Fine Arts) and made his life more human…

She made a pillow for her son in which she stuffed her own hair (that fallen by time). Reason is that she want her son to sleep with her feeling of presence, even when she will die….

Now her son is living a happy and healthy life with his wife (Teacher by Profession), two children and her MOTHER (the little town girl). But still he has guilt (to get his mother divorced) in his heart.

I am – the storyteller – her granddaughter. I am living in Islamabad (Pakistan) with my husband and son – doing job in a software company. My brother (her grandson) is studying in world recognized institute (Sadiq Public School, Bahawalpur – Pakistan).

My grandmother told me this story one night before my


her family (from left: her daughter-in-law, her son, her granddaughter -me, grandson) …one day before my marriage

marriage. Reason is: I have to realize my father that he is not need to blame himself. But still I couldn’t do that. So I am writing this blog to realize him guiltless. Baba (Father)! You were not what you do, you did what you were forced to do…

What we are now – is all because of her (the little town girl). We all love you and proud to be a legend’s children…. Dear DADA (grandmother)!!!



Today’s point-to-ponder is: “everywhere on earth – mother’s love is unconditional, pure and eternal….”

Pakistan Chapter 1 – Beautiful Baluchistan

Pakistan is usually termed in sense of terror, attacks, extremism and a lot of other stereotype terms.

But let me take you to the bright side of Pakistan that is enough beautiful to state it as Heaven on Earth.

It has four giggling seasons, vast fairy-tale meadows, golden sands, green valleys, great rivers and sea, dreamed coasts, fairy-bathing springs of crystal clear water, natural forests and its habitats, and beauty of northern areas.

Multilingual, multi cultural society in which you can enjoy diverse cultures, traditions, festivals, music, folk stories, art & craft, and specially food. Ooo… I just love that diversity. You can diversity of everything, here.

I try my best to take you to a trip of my heaven – Pakistan. First Chapter is my birth-place, Baluchistan.

Special Facts for Baluchistan:

  • People here are so hospitable
  • Food lovers must visit Baluchistan…. mouth-watering Baluchi Saji, karot, Rosh, kaak roti are some of their best cuisines.
  • Best place for enjoying various fresh water springs.
  • Gawadar Coastal area is just an astonishing world.
  • “Attan” is their folk dance.
  • Baluchi dresses are so colorful and fabulos
  • Decorated trucks are famous worlwide

For more facts visit: didn%E2%80%99t-know-about-the-enriching-baloch-culture.398819/

I want to fly you to my favorite place, “Pari Chashma” (translation – fairies’s spring)

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Baluchistan’s Jewels of future


another pearl of my homeland


a little chipmunk…254465_227972280548694_3617282_n

Baluchistan’s legendary decorated trucks…

Hope you all like and visit my land soon…..