A lot of people are almost 30, some heading towards 35, and genuinely have nothing to their name. No property, no kids, no successful business, no useful connections, nobody to call when things go wrong. They work but after food and basic survival, there’s barely anything left to save. And when you don’t have rich parents or anyone to fall back on, building a life from nothing is a completely different kind of struggle.
I actually find it surprisingly difficult to treat my son and daughter exactly the same. If my daughter says, “Dad, can you bring me some ice water?” my instinct is, Of course, and I go get it for her.
If my son asks me the exact same thing, my first instinct is, No. Get up and get it yourself. My wife and I have actually argued about this whether that extra harshness I feel toward him is something I should consciously correct, or whether there’s some useful evolutionary instinct buried in it. A father feeling compelled to make his son a little tougher than he would his daughter.
فارسی زبان کی گہرائی سمجھنی ہو تو یہی سمجھ لیں۔
ہماری اردو ادبی زبان میں اور بول چال میں ان تینوں کو ایک دوسرے کا متبادل سمجھا جاتا ہے اور اصلا یہ پیں بھی۔ لیکن یہ تینوں الفاظ بالوں کی مختلف حالتوں سے متعلق ہیں۔ جبکہ ہماری اردو زبان فعلی زبان ہے۔
گیسو: سر کے وہ لمبے بال جو دونوں طرف لٹکے ہوں یا کندھوں پر پڑیں۔
زلف: پیشانی کے اوپر اور سر کے سامنے کے بالوں کی وہ لٹ جو کان کے قریب یا کنپٹی پر لٹکتی ہو۔
کاکل: سر کے اگلے حصے یا پیشانی کے اوپر کے بال جو بل کھائے ہوئے ہوں یا جن کی لٹ ماتھے پر آئے۔
You'll regret it if you get married, you'll regret it if you don't get married. You'll regret it if you have kids and you'll regret it if you don't. Kierkegaard said this 200 years ago as follows - whatever you choose, you'll regret it, because the problem isn't in your choices, it's in romanticizing your life. A person always finds an untravelled path alluring and mysterious. That's why the issue isn't making the right choice. It's choosing and deciding which regret you'll live with. In life, we must choose our regret.
مودودی امریکہ میں مرا تھا۔ اسکی بیٹی امریکہ میں ڈاکٹر تھی۔ اسکا بیٹا امریکہ تھا۔ حافظ سعید کے دو بھائی نو گیارہ بعد امریکہ سے ڈیپورٹ ہوئے۔ انکے بچے آج بھی امریکہ، مولویوں کا دین ایمان گھر امریکہ ہے
My roomate got attacked by her boyfriend in a jealous rage. He tried to choke her and instead of screaming or resisting she stayed calm and started to caress his face and then kiss him. This calmed him down and they spent the night together. The next morning she was on the train back to her hometown.
Men cannot even start to comprehend what women are sometimes forced to do to merely survive.
آپ کے پاس کوئی اپنی بات کا ثبوت ہے کہ طلاق لڑکیوں کی پروفیشل تعلیم سے بڑھ رہی ہے ؟
آپ کیا چاہتے کہ بیٹیوں کو جاہل رکھ کر کسی کی غلامی میں دے دیں وہ اگر خدانخواستہ بیوہ ہو جائے طلاق ہو جائے شوہر خود چھوڑ دے تو پھر وہ بینظیر انکم سپورٹ پر پلے ؟
نبی کریم ﷺ کی پہلی بیوی اور ان کے سب بچوں کی ماں حصرت خدیجۃ الکبری رَضِیَ اللہُ تَعَالٰی عَنہَا ایک تاجر تھیں
بیٹیاں ہم کسی کی غلامی کے لئے نہی پیدا کرتے نا یہ اب دور جہاہلت ہے نا قبائلی ریت ہم مانتے ہیں ایک پڑھی لکھی با اعتماد مالی خودمختار بیٹی والدین کا فخر ہوتی ہے
مقامی لوگ ہندوسےمسلمان ہوئےہیں اور یہی مجارٹی ہے، مسلم کنورٹ ہونےکایہ مطلب نہیں کہ میں اپنے ہندواباؤ اجدادکوگالیاں دیتاپھروں ، میں تُور ہوں ، مجھے پرتھوی چوہان پرفخرہے غوری پر نہیں ،غیرمقامی مسلمان ہمیں زیادہ سبق نہ پڑھائیں، آرام سے رہیں۔
Breakups in your 30s hit differently. It's not the same as heartbreak at 21. At 21, you cry, vent to friends, go out, distract yourself, and somehow you heal. Back then, life felt long, full of possibilities, what ifs, and( second chances). But in your late 20s or as you approach your 30s, it feels different. You are not only losing a person. You are losing plans, routines, and the version of yourself that was building a future with them.
Her name was Madhubala.
She was born Mumtaz Jehan Begum on February 14 1933 in Delhi. Valentine's Day. Her father Ataullah Khan had lost his job and the family had eleven children and very little money.
When she was eight years old they moved to Bombay. She started acting at nine years old to feed her family.
By the time she was 18 she was the highest paid actress in India. Life magazine photographed her and called her the biggest star in the world.
Hollywood director Frank Capra wanted to cast her in an American film. Her father said no.
She carried a secret nobody in the film industry knew.
She had been born with a ventricular septal defect. A hole in her heart. In the 1950s there was no surgery available for it.
She coughed up blood on film sets and hid it. She fainted between takes and returned to the camera before anyone could ask questions.
She kept working for years while quietly dying.
In 1951 she fell in love with Dilip Kumar. They worked together across several films and dated for seven years.
Her father wanted Dilip to act exclusively in his production company as a condition of marriage. Dilip refused.
During a court case in 1957 Dilip testified against her. The relationship ended.
She said nothing publicly about it.
In 1960 she married actor Kishore Kumar, who knew she had perhaps two years to live. After the wedding they flew to London where doctors confirmed her diagnosis.
She spent most of her final years bedridden, breathing through an oxygen mask, watching her own films on a projector at home.
She tried to return to work in 1966. She fainted on the first day of filming. The film was cancelled.
In 1969 she prepared to direct a film called Farz Aur Ishq. She died before filming could begin.
On February 23 1969 Madhubala died of heart failure. She was 36 years old. Nine days after her birthday.
Dilip Kumar came to her funeral.
She acted in over 70 films. She was the most photographed face in Indian cinema. She earned enough to support her entire family for decades.
She spent her last nine years in a bed.
She confided to a film historian in her final years, "I can't do anything for anyone. Then why do they love me so much?"
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You are not "healed" just because you cut everyone off, blocked your exes, and sit in your room alone making aesthetic videos about "protecting your peace." True healing is only tested in the presence of triggers, conflict, and intimacy. Being peaceful because you actively avoid all deep human interaction isn't emotional growth; it is just self-imposed quarantine. You are still broken; you just removed the audience