Stories about mother

Why do you hate me, mother?

Today: 14-year-old Sarah high-fives her best friends as the tenth grade final exam results are announced. Her grin could not have been wider when she hears her name being announced as the second place position holder. She could see flashbacks of the midnight alarms she had set all year round so that she could wake up to study and the gruelling extra sessions with her teachers. They remind her of the colossal amount of work she had put in to accomplish this feat. As she runs towards the stage, she feels like she’s on top of the world. Sarah reaches home, her arms swinging ...

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Shehr-e-Zaat and its misplaced knowledge of Islam

Is it just me or does anyone else find this drama seriously annoying? I sometimes do get the feeling that it’s just me.  The comments I see online about Hum TV’s Shehr-e-Zaat, show that the viewers applaud the lead character in the drama, Falak, for her new-found piety and shunning of the material world and its pleasures, while always looking peaceful. For those who have not been enlightened with the story of the drama (I myself have not yet watched the last episode), Shehr-e-Zaat is the story of beautiful, rich, young Falak, affectionately known as ‘Fifi’ and thus inferring the bourgeois lifestyle ...

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Can the jirga and women co-exist?

A loud screech from the speakers drowned out the last word of the lecture ─ the word which happened to be ‘peace’. Nervously, the girls leaned forward to make sure they missed nothing else. They were to write an essay. Their teacher, her voice thick with distaste, pronounced the words, “…the existing judicial system and its failings, and how the jirga can help…” But the rest was lost again as a throat was cleared explosively, and the azaan burst onto the airwaves. Shifa rubbed hard at her eyes. Damned if she did and damned if she didn’t, this was the gist of her thoughts ─ ...

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If I euthanise my mother, will I be forgiven?

She can’t speak, she has no concept of reality and she is not living anymore. This woman who just exists now is my mother. Nine years ago, after a terrible car accident, my mother went into a coma, leaving three children at the mercy of a heartless world. I was only 15-years-old when this happened and my younger sister, Aiza, was just five. Aiza couldn’t even comprehend where her mother had gone. It was earth-shattering to see a once vibrant and lucid mother’s sad transformation. My father devoted all his time and efforts to fill the gap my mother’s sudden loss had left ...

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The day I met a mother of thalassemia inflicted children

It was a usual summer day in Peshawar, back in 2004, when I left my hostel to attend a lecture which was scheduled for the afternoon. The university was at walking distance, so keeping my notebook above my head to protect myself from the sun, I made my way there. I was about to enter the university, when I noticed a woman trying desperately to convince the security guard to allow her onto the university premises, whilst repeatedly wiping sweat off her brow with the corner of her clean, stark white chaadar. She seemed like she belonged to a decent family, wrapped ...

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Spare me the last grenade

Spare me the last grenade, My city bleeds like an ailing heart.   Spare me the last grenade, My mind is numbed by the whispers of death.   Spare me the last grenade, My dreams are shattered with every explosion.   Spare me the last grenade, My hopes are foiled by relentless fear.   Spare me the last grenade, My eyes cannot see a mother’s pain and grief.   Spare me the last grenade, My innocence is not prepared for death.   Read more by Taha here or follow him on Twitter @TahaKehar  Join us on Facebook for blog updates and ...

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More his mama than mine

Uzma’s eyes were fixed on the clock. She had to wait for nine more seconds till it was exactly 3:00am. Her trance was broken by the aching last breath of the cigarette between her fingers. This pain was short-lived. There were no signs of Ali’s return. Maintaining a smooth marriage was never on his priority list. Neither was this new to Uzma, nor was it the reason of her sleeplessness tonight. In her 12 years spent in Calgary, she had experienced insomnia every December. The melancholic mewling of very noisy Frederic III was becoming unbearable. Its monotony seemed to be drilling ...

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Your daughter is beautiful and she has the right to know it!

Today my daughter and son ran up to me, their eyes dancing with excitement. “Mama!” Mishaal* spluttered “I found an acorn! Me and Raami* are going to dig the mud and grow an acorn tree with it.” With every word, her tongue made an ‘ssssssssss’ sound at the end as the air swished out from the gap where her two front teeth used to be. She gave me a huge toothless smile. I laughed and hugged her tight and said “You are so beautiful” She smiled wider, “Mama you always think that”, and then bounced out to grow their acorn tree, with Raami in tow. It’s funny, ever ...

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How my heart pines for home

It was barely six months ago that, my wife and I walked through the immigration desk at Karachi’s Jinnah Terminal en route to Europe. Having moved out of Pakistan almost four years ago in search of a better future, I am now used to the whole drill. The pre-travel jitters are all but drowned by the overwhelming emotions of having to leave your folks behind, yet the prospect of getting away from all the insecurities that plague this country fill you with a strange vigour. Strange because this vigour does not last long and within a few months you start to ...

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Parenting: On Andy Murray’s loss and Judy Murray’s victory

I am not particularly interested in tennis but to keep my husband company, I watched the Murray-Federer Wimbledon final. And at the end of the match – while I, along with everyone in the whole world, had a lump in the throat during Andy Murray’s emotional interview –  it was only when I saw his mother weeping did I break down too. Judy Murray stayed poker-faced while her son gave his all against Roger Federer in the final match, unable to accomplish his historic bid to become the first Englishman to win the men’s singles title since 1936. ...

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