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*This is an entry for the March Blog of the Month Competition. * Dreams. Happiness. Desires. Achievements. Becoming a doctor is not just a dream but a passion. And this passion makes you do things that you have never imagined to do. Admission in medical college is one milestone which we achieve after a seemingly long period of hard work, right? Different cities but one dream. From never travelling alone to doing everything on our own, we became responsible as ''hostellites''. From all the facilities at our home to facing light problems, flooded rooms and water unavailability, we learned how to adjust ourselves under any circumstances. Distant from home, we got to know the worth of our loved ones really well. From not sharing even a bar of chocolate with our siblings to eating in a single plate, we understood the worth of being together. From sharing every little problem with our mothers to handling big matters on our own, we became mature. From sleeping only wit

This is an entry for March Blog of the Month Competition . Bloodshed has no religion. Terrorism has no religion. Racism has no religion. Xenophobia has no religion. These are all psychological issues created by mankind. A little boy of 5 years who loved watching aeroplanes flying in the sky, whose aim was to become a pilot in the future- one day, a bunch of planes flew over his head and bombed half of his city. Traumatized by the chaos, the boy was told to never look for aeroplanes except with terror. A mother sends his child to school praying for his safety, waiting for his return and at the end of the day receiving his dead body with a story of terrorism and brutality. A young child- watching her own family get shot down in front of her eyes. A father- helplessly watching his family being tortured and kidnapped. A family- forced to live in an incarceration camp. A young boy- getting murdered on his way home after receiving his degree. Houses getting burned, bodies getting incarcer

Not getting someone suitable for a relationship or losing a relationship because you wanted to be single is not merely the art of being single. It is the ability to not be jealous of other people who are in a relationship but making them feel jealous about the importance of freedom, the ability to do everything without even discussing or asking the other person before taking a little step in life, especially in everything. Even before eating, they have to ask 'aww mere baby ne khana khaya?' (Did my baby eat?) In the morning, evening or at night, you have to compliment them. You have to be alive while you are dead inside just to make the other person happy and let them know that you are happy having them and that you love them. Just because of these reasons, most of the 'intelligent' people prefer to be single. Now let’s discuss the different types of single people who are masters in the art of being single. First of all, are the happy singles: They are the happ

In this world, more than half of the people are dealing with mental health problems. Some are suffering from depression, some from anxiety issues and some from post-traumatic stress disorder, and these are the basic ones. Society has put such a fear in the hearts of people about being alone that almost no one wants to be alone, no one wants to be single. People want to have a relationship, even an abusive one, just because they need someone to stick with. It’s as if they have been brainwashed into thinking that once they will be alone, be single, they’ll lose their worth as a person. This society that we live in is ready to accept a woman who is being abused by her husband than a single woman. It’s willing to accept a man who is playboy than a man who is single by Choice. It’s like the Cardinal Rule is, you are allowed to be single if circumstances permit but not by choice. Let me tell you this Being Single is not a curse but a blessing. When you push yourself into a relationship you

*This is an entry for the February Blog of the Month Competition.* First thing first, to be honest, “Being Single” is not an option- quite specifically For FJites, in an all-female institute, it’s our fate! (No offence intended) Being single is a medal for a Pakistani youngster until approximately the age of 25, and then, it becomes a curse and a nightmare, as in the sense, "Na chaand rahay ga, na sitaray rahain gey
Kya hum saari zindagi kunwaray rahain ge?" ~Truck poetry; Unknown  Anyways, single life does have its benefits; you save money to spend on literally everything, buy chocolates only for yourself, feel independent and self-owned to quite an extent (unless you’ve got over-protective guardians) and most importantly , you don’t need to be a superficial and a duplicitous cartoon among your different social groups... These are some of the best reasons I satisfy myself with when I get hit by a forever-single life complex or when I imagine myself being a spinster

*This is an entry for the February Blog of the Month Competition.* In this society of interwoven family system that we live in, being married, engaged or committed is not an easy job. However, staying single is even more difficult. We love poking our nose into other's business, ignoring the mess that is going in our own life. Be it a family gathering or any wedding that you are attending, all the aunties have their eyes on you. If a girl is married, when is she having a baby or how is she being treated by her in-laws and a never-ending plethora of questions follows. But if she is 25 and still single, OMG, that trigger a rapid-fire alarm in aunties’ mind asking you five 'W's, who, when, what, where, why. Call it my luck, I was born surrounded by the same aunties. When I first opened my eyes, my Phupho declared that I would make a perfect match for her son who was 12 years at that time. It was after listening to this that I cried and my APGAR score increased. Thanks to that

*This is an entry for the February Blog of the Month competition* Staying single because of your religion, because of your society, and because of your university is no less than an art piece, created by an underpaid and depressed artist, during the depths of the night; especially when there’s a huge line, hidden behind the “hello” and “I want to fraaandship with you” on Facebook messenger. Personally, I don’t give a flying chappal about this stuff and girls are quite shocked when they find out about this trait of mine. But, the reason behind my indifference is that I have learned the art of being single. Basically, the art is to realize that you are better off alone and hence working to better yourself. As they say, sharing is caring, but not when it comes to my personal space. Keep your nose out of my business and let. Me. Breathe. Adopting a whiney, clingy and nosey man-baby is not on my to-do list; I have a long list of things to procrastinate on, and a set of TV shows t

*This article is an entry for the February Blog of the Month Competition* For some people in the world being single means being miserable but if you are to ask an introvert, Oh boy! For us being single is like a blessing. It is like an armor that protects us from all socially awkward situations like having an actual conversation. When you are an extrovert, you tend to be more socially outgoing and rowdy. People know you, they invite you to their places, they try to form relations with you. These are the exact things we, introverts are allergic to. We, introverts are so single that if we are in chaotic place and someone yells our name, we won’t bother turning around because we are dead sure the call was not for us. We love being single. Actually, we are in a relationship with our solitude, and we believe it to be "Ishq Wala Love," and we will fulfil it till death does us apart. We have a problem with breaking the ice, so we think why bother starting one. Being single,

This is an entry for the February Blog of the Month Competition. More than 50% of us are in a relationship, and the rest are called "Legends" because, when life is continuously throwing adventures on them, they, instead of being arrested by their love thoughts, feel the real taste of it. Singles always know the artistry to Mingle better than Real Mingles. My next lines will show you how singles are going to manage this artistry. Only Singles know how to stare at 3 to 7 guys simultaneously without even being noticed. They don't have the compulsion of seeing the same face every day and can have a new variety. By seeing a guy, the utmost hidden skills for impressing the variety fountains out. The skills then take on the opportunity of being with a personality. I bet such skills are masked in mingles by the fear of being caught. Singles are never satisfied. They are always looking for good, better, best and then starting again from good. This circulation moves their head

This is an entry for the February Blog of the Month Competition. Her life was powered off just like her mobile phone. It had been a month since she had received that message from him, "I am not capable of continuing this relationship." She didn't seem to breathe as she read the text. Her heartbeat climbed Mount Everest, and then slowly, it felt like dying out. She had no idea how to move on. She was twenty-three years old, young and beautiful, but she wasn't sure if she was ready to love someone again. She was not willing to let someone take her heart and break it in front of her very eyes. Suddenly, she remembered that new word her English language’s teacher had taught her. It intrigued her. It empowered her to overcome the greatest storms of her life. The only word that saved her from neurological trauma: Resilience! In short, the word that kept her alive when death seemed to be the only option. Whenever such circumstances surround us, when life suffocates,

*This is an entry for the February Blog of the Month competition* ' S-I-N-G-L-E', this 6-lettered word made me nostalgic. If you have entered the medical field, believe me, my friend, you're not going to be single anymore, no matter how much you refrain yourself from being in a relationship. Relationship? No, not in a relationship with XYZ but in a relationship with Lippincott, in a relationship with Langman, in a relationship with KLM and yeah, in a relationship with the atlas. In my case, medical colleges were totally a figmentary place. I had plans of being totally ready to change my status from being single to mingle. (Sigh!) But I didn't know that the day I got my name in medical school, the same day my status from single had been changed to eternal mingle. Details? Re-read the first paragraph. After getting into a relationship with these medical loves, I assure you people that you will remember the golden single days. And yes, this is savage too; If you wa

*This is an entry for the February Blog of the Month Competition* I could hear everything. You thought I couldn't but I really could. It was strange; knowing that I would not be able to do anything about it. From your constant phone calls to you always being distracted and not listening to a word I had to say. I should have seen it coming but I think I was trying to be naïve, trying to believe that something like this could never happen to a person like me. You see, I've always been a control freak, always keeping an eye on everything happening around me and being irritated by anything that would not go my way. Who knew I would be taught a lesson the way I was. I, for sure, did not have a clue. I tried to turn a blind eye to it, I did. But it did happen, it happened in the worst of ways. You broke my heart into a million pieces, without even considering the fact that once I was the most important person in your life. I remember when we got engaged. All through my te

*This is an entry for the February Blog of the Month Competition*   The word "Single" itself is so beautiful that everyone smiles. I mean, a vast word about a person having independence, fun, joy and above all, "time"- plenty of time to stare at couples, time to chit chat with friends, time to see WhatsApp and FB statuses and finally enough time to pass lines on opposite gender.   Single is a word having enough voltage to generate impulses of smiles despite the fact that heart at that time is undergoing ischemic injury due to a cause, the mechanism of action of which is still unknown according to Guyton baba.  Single is a word of dual meaning; "not available but free for all." Just look around the world, every precious and expensive thing is single: the sun, the moon, the earth as well as Sheikh Rasheed!   Wait! If you are not satisfied with my words, then please have a glance at the mirror and look at yourself for a minute, from head to toe. Then you

This is an entry for the February Blog of the Month Competition. Lone and alone still high on sky Stands the mighty sun, in poise. Even above the birds that fly The dazzling sun is single, guys! So is the moon that shines out In the dark and murky night Shining, smiling, standing stout Spreading its light in delight Among the thousand stars up there These two always stand out As they just, give their inner light To make the world a better sight Thus all those alone in crowded life Just keep on giving your inner light For that will lead you to the height And surely make you shine bright As even being lone in this life  Important it is to live it Right! Momina Nasir (Batch of 2020)                       

*This is an entry for the February Blog of the Month competition* Waking up effortlessly by noon on weekends, as free as a butterfly out of a cocoon, having meals prepared, clothes washed and dry-cleaned for you without even asking and doing the most random things at the oddest timings is dreamy, isn't it? Well, say hello to the perks of leading a single's life. A life in which only me, myself and I matter and no jittering over what to buy your bae at valentines day or sulking over how exhausting it is to run after kids just to change their diapers! Phew! A pressureless life where you can binge watch peaky blinders 24 hours in a row and sleep for 48 hours straight without having to worry about unanswered messages and voice calls and about making your Saas angry because of your excessively sloth-like routines! Eating like there's no tomorrow because hey, who would steal your bae because you were just a wad bit of fat? No insecurities, jealousies possessing over anyone j