Today I visited a hairdresser in Islamabad and noticed that sales tax was being charged, but no POS-generated receipts were being issued.
When it was my turn to pay, I was charged sales tax without a receipt. I said, "If you're not issuing a FBR/POS receipt, I'm not paying the sales tax."
Within seconds, the receipt was printed.
It made me realize how much tax people pay every day that may never reach the government treasury simply because we don't ask for a proper receipt.
As citizens, we have a role too. Every POS receipt is a small act of accountability. Please ask for one every time you pay. It costs nothing, but it helps ensure that the tax you pay actually serves the public, not someone's pocket.
#AskForReceipt #PayTaxRight
That Andy Flower should turn down an England job to stay with a franchise, given timelines could clash, tells you about his commitment and clear thinking. Just as much, it tells you about the growing influence of franchise cricket that the best coach going takes a decision like this one.
We often picture age-related muscle loss as a gradual, predictable downward slope.
In reality, the trajectory is often punctuated by sudden, much steeper declines brought on by hospitalization, surgery, injury, illness, or prolonged inactivity.
Avoid these "catabolic crises" however you can.
Something I realized when I became a parent is there's a window of time when your parents are healthy, your kids are little, and everyone gets to experience multiple generations of family spending time together. Cherish this time and don’t take a single moment of it for granted.
Hi, I'm Shahid Afridi, right handed batsman, favorite shot any where for six 😂🏏
And 1st ball goes out of the ground 😬
These nice intros should be brought back again ❤️
Hard to describe how broken and devastated I’m feeling today. Maybe it’s because I have a daughter the same age. I cannot stop thinking about that little girl. Maybe she had been asking all day for some money to buy a packet of chips, a juice, or some sweets. The happiness on her face when her parents finally said yes. Maybe she ran out the door with the kind of excitement only children have, already thinking about what she was going to buy. And maybe her mother, overwhelmed with the endless responsibilities that come with running a home, thought exactly what any parent would think, the shop is right there. She’ll be back in a few minutes. What could possibly happen? That question is breaking my heart. Because this wasn’t a child taking a risk. This wasn’t a dangerous situation. This was a little girl going to a local shop. Something children should be able to do without fear. Instead, she never came home.
I keep thinking about her parents waiting for her to walk back through the door. The first few minutes. Then the worry. Then the panic. Then the realization that something was terribly wrong. And I keep thinking about that little girl. How frightened she must have been. How confused she must have been. How desperately she must have wanted her mother.
There is something unbearable about imagining a child spending her final moments scared and alone, when all she wanted was to go buy a few things and come back home. And my heart breaks for her mother, because I know there will be a part of her that replays that moment for the rest of her life. If only I had gone with her. If only I had walked her there. If only I had said no. But that burden should never have been hers to carry.
Every parent wants to believe that the world is safe enough for their child to walk to a nearby shop and come home a few minutes later. That is not negligence. That is trust. And it is a trust that was shattered in the most horrific way imaginable.
A little girl left home expecting to be back in minutes. She never made it home. And I cannot stop thinking about her. May Allah give her family sabar.
"This was the best yorker ever bowled in history." That is how Dale Steyn describes Shoaib Akhtar's spell on this day, in a World Cup, against New Zealand.
Look at the figures and you might shrug that it's just 3 for 55. Nothing spectacular on paper. But the manner of those three wickets was everything. Every single one came from a searing yorker. This was cricket at its sexiest.
Wisden Cricket Monthly captured him perfectly that tournament. Shoaib was the pin-up. Exciting, effective, expensive, exhilarating.
But that yorker to Fleming man. that was on another level . Full tilt, from wide of the crease, breathtaking in every sense.
Probably the ball of the tournament.
One of the biggest downside of work whatsapp. Ppl think you are aimlessly scrolling the internet not giving them attention whereas in reality you might just be responding to an extremely high pressure/time sensitive work message. No one understands the pressure behind that screen