Israr Yusufzai

[Usama Khilji @UsamaKhilji]

The anti-democratic role of the PML-N & PPP in supporting authoritarianism & dictatorship in Pakistan will never be forgotten. They have played the biggest role as happy accomplices in undermining the mandate of the people of Pakistan & have learnt nothing from their own history.

[Farhan Mallick @FarhanGMallick]

(Im not going to share that horrific picture of that young girl hanging by a tree)
BUT this is NOT a story of a fraud by an agent. This is the story of the widespread desperation, hopelessness and lack of agency millions of Pakistani youth have with this country. They have zero chances of upward social mobility and their future looks darker than ever before. The only thing rising is the line of poverty, which keeps drowning more and more Pakistanis under it like a Tsunami. All of this while a few thousand of us continue to live in a bubble, where we continue to fill our tanks, continue to eat out. continue with our streaming subscriptions.

[Israr Yusufzai @Israr_Ul_Haq7]

اے گردشِ ایام ہمیں رنج بہت ہے

کچھ خواب تھے ایسے کہ بکھرنے کے نہیں تھے
#justice_for_laiba

[Israr Yusufzai @Israr_Ul_Haq7]

Kar raha tha gham-e-jahaan
ka hisaab

Aaj tum yaad be-hisaab
aaye..

[Maulana Maududi @syedmaududi_bd]

rare photograph of Maulana Maududi (RA) attending the wedding ceremony of Qazi Hafizur Rahman. In the picture, Moshtaq Ahmed is exchanging salaam and shaking hands with the Maulana, while Abdul Hamid Khokhar stands beside them.

Location: Faiz Bagh, Lahore
Year: 1954

[Nazrana Yousufzai @Nazranausufzai]

There is a Pashto proverb that says: “When a mother dies, a child loses both parents.”

چې مور مړه شي پلار پردی شي

[Israr Yusufzai @Israr_Ul_Haq7]

مجھے تہذیب حاضر عطا کی ہے وہ آزادی
کہ ظاہر میں تو آزادی ہے باطن میں گرفتاری

علامہ اقبال

[Israr Yusufzai @Israr_Ul_Haq7]

@nutbaeeee Ameen.Deera manana Khatak rora♥️

[Israr Yusufzai @Israr_Ul_Haq7]

Alhamdulillah, my mother is recovering after her renal transplant. Her journey has taught me that some people are not merely strong—they are quiet miracles of patience, faith, and love.

She endured pain with a smile, uncertainty with Sabr, and every difficult day with trust in

[Israr Yusufzai @Israr_Ul_Haq7]

@wahab_zx ameen.♥️

[Israr Yusufzai @Israr_Ul_Haq7]

Allah. Today, every step toward recovery feels like a gift from Him

[Fidato @tequieremos]

“I have decided not to contest the trial proceedings further. My decision shall not be treated....as acceptance of the allegations made against me. I request for capital punishment.”

These are the words Yasin Malik placed before a Delhi court in a 25 page affidavit on 24th of August this year after eight long years of confinement and after rejecting every charge levelled against him. He hands the final verdict, in that single declaration, to the very machinery that has held him on trumped-up charges. It is a revolutionary’s trust placed in the judiciary of his tormentors and a refusal to grant their process the dignity of prolonged contest while simultaneously demanding that it complete its own logic without the comfort of his further participation. He does not plead or bargain but simply withdraws the body from the arena and asks the system to finish what it began, thereby exposing the hollow theatre of a justice that can neither release nor fully silence him. He elects the rope as the only honest verdict left in a process built to break him!

“Through this affidavit, I also wish to address my wife and my daughter. For the last eight years, I have not been able to hear your voices...as I was not permitted phone calls or video conferencing with you. I know that my time with you has been limited and uncertain and I do not want you to spend the rest of your life carrying the burden of my circumstances or living as a widow.”

From the same death cell he turns to the private wreckage his tormentors have inflicted and frees his wife from the nikah so she will not spend her remaining decades chained to a name they have already marked for erasure, while the only presence left beside him is the photograph of a 13 year old daughter whose voice he has not heard since she was five. His tormentors consume the fragile structure of ordinary love and reduce him to the position of a man who waits for the gallows the way a die-hard romantic waits for a final meeting that this life will never allow. Perhaps revolutionaries are simply not made for the soft architecture of love and a vindictive occupation never fails to punish that romance by turning a private life into a second battlefield. The man sits alone with a picture and a decision and the words he leaves behind confront those of us who still move freely through a free world with the blunt fact of how completely a human being can be stripped to four walls and a single photograph but still refuses to let the occupation claim his last human ties as further trophies.

[Israr Yusufzai @Israr_Ul_Haq7]

تیرا غم مل گیا وگرنہ ہم
عمر بے کار کرنے والے تھے

اویس رشید

[Israr Yusufzai @Israr_Ul_Haq7]

@Nazranausufzai off white

[Israr Yusufzai @Israr_Ul_Haq7]

@ZaidKhanLalay Mubarak sha zaid ror

[ZEShan ⚫ @zeshmohmand]

اسلام آباد میں راستے بند ہے!!
یارر یہ بندہ ہر بار حد کردیتا ہے 🔥🤣

[David | Year Unplugged @davidd_org]

Stanford paid 35,000 people to quit Facebook and Instagram for 6 weeks

Depression dropped. Anxiety dropped. Happiness went up. Women under 25 on Instagram saw the biggest gains

That was 6 weeks. I'm going a full year.

[` @literaturelisa]

Some people only apologize to restore access, not to repair harm.

[Yateem Online @mahobili]

The most comprehensive analysis of the situation that awaits Pakistan

[Fidato @tequieremos]

By various accounts, the Muslim saint Hazrat Imam Bari buried in Islamabad at a distance of less than a kilometer from President's house had predicted more than 300 years ago:

“A city would be established close to me, which shall carry a great name in the Islamic World”