Pakistan after 9/11

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New Impression for Alone in The Dark

Hey Guys look at the picture below. I am going to change the title picture of Alone in The Dark to this picture. Does it looks OK??

 

I Resume

Dear Visitors,

I stop blogging on Alone in The Dark a long ago due to lack of time but now I think that blogging is the best thing to release whatever you have in your mind. Although I still don’t get enough time for myself and I can’t commit to continuously blog but InshAllah I will blog and thats I call I Resume

Hurray

I am really very happy to announce that I got a job. It is ERA Automation, where I spent my first day. As it may happened to you as well, the beginning of the day has so much excitement and then……the excitement flushed out and you start feeling boring. I felt the same but when I get briefing from my boss, I was really happy to be a part of ERA Automation where I will definitely learn so many new things for which an engineer could dream of. Thank you Allah for giving me the opportunity and thanks to all of my well wishers for you prey for me. Thank you very much… muaaahhh

Happy Birthday to me

Today is my 22nd birthday. I have got many messages and call on my cell phone, many of my friends send me scraps on orkut and this card attached in this post is from webshots.

I would like to thanks to everyone who wished me  on Birthday. Thank you so much for remembering the most important day of my life.

YEah

This is the first ever recognition of Alone in the Dark. This is on “I am woman,hear me roar” . Thank you Nabiha, thanks for it.

Dancerella: An Indian version of Cinderella

Technorati Tags: Cinderella, Indian Cinderella, Karachi American School

[ The author is a 7th Grade student of Karachi American School.]

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                Dancerella

                                                  Come dance with me

“Why is this happening to me? What did I ever do to deserve this? Why am I being punished? Am I not obedient, kind, and respectful? I must have done something wrong. Otherwise, not all this would be happening to me. Maybe God is upset at something I did unknowingly but I pray almost all the time. There has to be a reason for all this.”

These are the questions that are bothering poor Sandia. She is not poor if it is wealth we are talking about. After all, being a Raja’s daughter means having a luxurious life. It is the situation she is in that has made her so helpless.

Sandia’s mother, the Rani, died at childbirth and her father, the Raja, died when she was fifteen. Her father’s will state that Sandia would inherit the money and be able to rule after she is married. Until then her uncle, who became her guardian, will rule for her. Her uncle became extremely busy and got the illusion that suitors were being sought out by his wife, while she on the other hand had no such plans of doing so. The aunt disliked Sandia because she was not only more beautiful than her own daughters but would also inherit all the money. Whenever the aunt saw Sandia a mixture of hatred, jealousy, and envy filled her body. Therefore, instead of arranging a wedding the aunt who wanted to enjoy the power she now had, locked Sandia away in her room. The uncle was always away, so he did not notice and the servants did not dare to inform him. Sandia’s own palace became a prison for her. The four walls of her room were suffocating. The only thing she has to look forward to is her dancing lesson with her dancing teacher. Her aunt had given her this one freedom at the price of her gunguroo.

Those gunguroo reminded her of her father. They were a gift from him on her tenth birthday. Having them taken away crushed her heart. Sandia sits down in front of the statue of Shiva, the god of dance, and cries all her pain out. Then out of thin air appear gunguroo made of pure gold sitting in front of the statue. Sandia realizes that they are a gift from the god Shiva and humbly accepts them. The gunguroo are a lot more than just appealing to look at. They have the power to grant any wish the owner has. Everyone can hear the gunguroo when Sandia dances. Furthermore, except her aunt everyone could see it. Slowly Sandia begins to understand the magic the gunguroo possess.

A few months later, her dance teacher tells her that the Shanshah is throwing a grand party tomorrow to celebrate hundred years of ruling India by his family. The Shanshah is also hosting a dance contest in which five well-known dance teachers, including her, have to enter their best student. She proudly announced that she has chosen Sandia. Sandia feels honored and promises to meet the dance teacher outside the palace tomorrow before the party starts. She also requests her dance teacher not to notify her aunt of their plan. Sneaking away to the Shanshah’s party would have been impossible but with the help of the magic gunguroo, it would not be so hard.

The next day, in the morning Sandia’s uncle returns home. He informs his family that the Shanshah has invited all the Rajas and their families to his party, which includes them. Sandia’s aunt looks ecstatic and her cousins jump with joy. Sandia on the other hand now has a serious problem. If she goes, with them to the party then she cannot dance but she promised her dance teacher. Suddenly the aunt realizes that her husband is also talking about taking Sandia and decides to interfere. She tells him that Sandia is not feeling well. Even though Sandia hates to lie, she has no choice. This could be the only way out. So unwillingly, she goes along with her aunt’s lie and pretends to be ill.

As soon as her uncle and his family left, Sandia scrambles out of bed and puts on her gunguroo. She closes her eyes and wishes to go to the Shanshah’s palace. When she opens her eyes, she finds herself standing in front of a magnificent palace. Sandia is even more shocked to see her wearing the most gorgeous dress she has ever seen. It looked like the night sky. Her dance teacher is waiting for her outside the palace just as they planned. Sandia approaches her and they go inside together.

Ireland’s Award for Peace: 2007

 

Technorati Tags: Pakistan, Baenazir Bhutto, Peace Award 2007

 

Congratulation Call

A transcript was released by the Pakistani government yesterday of a purported conversation between militant leader Baitullah Mehsud, who is referred to as Emir Sahib, and another man identified as a Maulvi Sahib, or Mr. Cleric. The government alleges that the intercepted conversation proves that al-Qaida was behind the assassination of Benazir Bhutto:

Maulvi Sahib: Peace be on you.

Mehsud: Peace be on you, too.

Maulvi Sahib: How are you Emir Sahib?

Mehsud: Fine.

Maulvi Sahib: Congratulations. I arrived now tonight.

Mehsud: Congratulations to you, too.

Maulvi Sahib: They were our men there.

Mehsud: Who were they?

Maulvi Sahib : There were Saeed, the second was Badarwala Bilal and Ikramullah was also there.

Mehsud: The three did it?

Maulvi Sahib: Ikramullah and Bilal did it.

Mehsud: Then congratulations to you again.

Maulvi: Where are you? I want to meet with you?

Mehsud: I am in Makin. Come I am at Anwar Shah’s home.

Maulvi Sahib: OK I will come.

Mehsud: Do not inform their family presently.

Maulvi Sahib: Right.

Mehsud: It was a spectacular job. They were very brave boys who killed her.

Maulvi Sahib: Praise be to God. I will give you more details when I come.

Mehsud: I will wait for you. Congratulation once again.

Maulvi Sahib: Congratulations to you as well.

Mehsud: Any service?

Maulvi: Thank you very much?

Mehsud: Peace be on you.

Maulvi: Same to you.

Happy New Year

 

I enjoyed the new year celebration with some AK47 and Pump-action shot gun’s shots (with one missed straight shot). What about you??