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*This is an entry for the May Blog Of The Month competition. In a dark cold night, watching the darkness disappearing , as the sun rises .Brilliant orange rays pouring out splattering to fill the sky with its mighty colours.  Just as sunlight enlightens every dark crevice of the land so are the memories adorning darker parts of your soul, like a beacon in a hopeless heart,  illuminating your existence and lastly your whole life with urge of emotions- merriment and sadness. Memories - your companion  when you are lonely filling your heart with majestic moments which you want to hold onto. This is what she thought as she looked into the sky and sun threw its rays upon her inviting her to stare deep into it. She felt her each body cell responding to the glorious rays opening a pool of memories that ran down her body. The memories that enlightened her body, wrapping her with emotions and an urge to meet someone.       She could see a loving and a tender face in those memories

*This is an entry for the May Blog Of The Month competition. I opened the wallet, to pull out a card. A photo fell out on the grass of my backyard. Picking that photo,  I stood there shocked. Surroundings seemed to disappear away,  and I was moment-locked. My fingers trembled and my heart missed a beat the photo was of my beloved sister, deceased. Her love, still, I hold close to my heart, how her memory faded, I couldn't understand at all. Looking at her photo for a few seconds, my memories started becoming clear. A smile appeared on my lips, the smile that ached my heart, O' dear. Memories of Sundays when you oiled my hair, mocking your flat nose was indeed a fun part. How fool we were to compare the eyes! Ah! Those memories rip my heart apart. Tears started flowing down my cheeks, remembering you writhing in  pain. Pain because of the God-damned disease, that had disseminated like scattered grains. Recalled your

*This is an entry for the May Blog Of The Month competition. What do memories mean to us? What significance do they carry? Is the need to preserve them so important that it deserves a description? The human mind is designed to probe the slightest of queries which intrigue him and has tried to find answers to most if not all of them. Nothing has the potential to make us smile in the most stressful and troublesome situations except memories. Memories of our pleasant moments, of even those gruesome situations which had the better of us but gave us a new perspective about life, the remembrance that one had encountered much hardy situations than the present ones and had survived them all. They give us a certain hope that at the end of a dark tunnel a ray of light would always be there for us. The person who doesn't make memories is devoid of the real happiness one feels when he recalls them. We may not feel the significance they carry now but in the end memories are th

In Greek Mythology the Amazons were a tribe of women warriors. The word is said to be derived from the Iranian word “hama*zam” meaning “All women”. The same happens to be true for Fatima Jinnah. We’re a tribe of warriors here, an isolated island where women are basically the ruling elite. One thing that has always been unique to this institution is the women empowerment you’ll see here. We’re allowed to be ourselves truly without misogynistic cultural barriers prevalent in our society. You’ll see future doctors walking down the department blocks spontaneously erupt into Bollywood numbers at the top of their not-so-melodious voices, dancing with abandon or simply laughing gaily. Like all Amazonian tribes we open our doors to the outside world once annually for our famed Spring festivities i.e. the numerous intercollegiate events. Otherwise we tend to stay within the beloved red brick walls of Fatima Jinnah, shrouding ourselves in the mystery that has become the hallmark of FJMU. If

*This is an entry for the May Blog Of The Month competition. Memories are a treasure one can yield or earn in one's life. Memories seem to us just a single word but actually it is vast in its own sense. It holds depth of its own. Depth of happiness, depth of sadness and depth of one's incarnated story. Memories are something that are everything for someone and nothing for others. The same was the case with her. She had every moment of her life with memories. A kaleidoscope of events began to move on before her eyes everything she sits to think. "Memories are valuable. They make us happy when we are sad and make us sad when we think about happy times" The person starts to make memories from the very first day when he started to understand a single word. She was 5 years old when her grandmaa told her about her father's life. How her father looked. How he talked. What kind of personality he had. Every time she listens about her father she become more and

*This is an entry for the May Blog Of The Month competition. I walked through the rusty leaves Each crackled under my feet Like every past memory That drifted away I listened closely to the leaves There was one that caught my eye This one told a story close to my heart A child playing on a swing The swift breeze caressing her hair Her laughter echoing into the distance A tear rolled down my cheek As I stomped on that leaf I knew in my heart The lauging child had been lost In the midst of a tragedy Which we so dearly call LIFE My feet didn't stop Another leaf I encountered on my path Did this one tell another story ? I stooped down to listen Like a whisper I could hear something A little girl crying on the bench Sitting all alone in her school uniform Her mother was nowhere to be found School can be frightening sometimes And then she felt the warmth of an embrace And for a moment she forgot all her sadness All was right in the world For her mother was

*This is an entry for the May Blog Of The Month competition. What is life? Well that is a philosophical question that many have tried to answer. Some have succeeded; most have failed. But if you ask my naïve opinion, I will just day that all this life and all this fuss concludes in one word - memories. You want something today someone wants today and all your life builds and revolves around it because that thing or that person is the reason of some happy moments, some soothing memories. But the irony of this life is that our memories are not true. Now this is not a debate point for some philosophers. In fact I am stating scientific views and researches. Research says that whenever we are trying to remember something about our past, our brain has the ability to change it and distort it just like you would want it. Our brain is trying to compensate the reality and soften it for us. The story doesn't end here though. Firstly you have an experience that your brains makes into

People with mental illness suffer from many problems in their life and one of the major problem which they face is the social stigma surrounding their illness.  Stigma: ‘a mark of disgrace associated with a particular condition’ is making lives miserable for a long time now. In addition to the decreased compliance of mentally ill people, social stigma plays an important role in the delay of treatment and recovery. Common diseases that are stigmatized in our society are depression, epilepsy, social anxiety disorder, maniac depressive disorder and schizophrenia. We live in a society where a mother keeps her epileptic child at home for hours as he is suffers from an epileptic episode  while the  health facility is only 15 minutes away from her home just because she doesn’t want her neighbors to know that her child is ‘ Pagal' and she waits till it gets dark so no one can see her child suffering. Similarly, a person suffering from depression doesn’t go to the psychiatrist beca

*This is an entry for the May Blog Of The Month competition. "Dr. Imran! do u remember me?" a middle aged man came towards him, while he was looking at the flower's lane. "No " he replied. "Sir you saved my son when he was struggling for life. You did his open heart surgery ten years back. Now see he is a young boy." He said while looking at a handsome boy standing with him. "Oh okay " he tried to smile. The boy shook hand with him and said " Sir you know i also have a aim of becoming a successful cardiac surgeon like you and I am working hard for it." "Good luck " he replied. The father and son walked away. "Dad why he don't remember us?" "Son he got so many patients daily. That's why he would have forgotten us. But i'm highly indebted to this man. He is an angel of God. When we were left with no hope, he saved you. It was a miracle for us." The old man heard their conve