The basic premise for a political government to function is its legitimacy among the people who voted for it. In the absence of such legitimacy especially as an outcome of a tainted electoral process, the suffering of the voters would continue as any reform process led by such an illegitimate government would be highly questionable.
The same applies for PAKISTAN where whenever the will of the majority was not respected, the results were disastrous for stability, sovereignty and integrity of the country. However the status quo especially led by unelected government officials must not forget that the appetite for controlled regimes is fast diminishing.
On surface, Western allies may appear to support the current regime. However, historically, such support has often serveed specific transactional purposes and lacked strategic consequences. In contrast, burgeoning majoritarian democracies like India openly advocate their hegemonic desires within the region, presenting a different dynamic. In fact, a portion of the transactional relationship that the current regime has with the West is related to the hegemonic desires of India within the region, combined with the interests of wealthy Arab states.
However, the current regime has found itself under intense scrutiny from overseas Pakistanis and on social media, which has limited its ability to operate with the same degree of freedom it previously enjoyed. With such ease of information flow together with a burgeoning youth population in the coming decades, this would further diminish their ability to operate with the same impunity they historically enjoyed.
Therefore, it would be prudent for agents of change within the status quo to take a leap of faith and consider the voices of the people of Pakistan to be of most significance in deciding the future of the country. The challenges especially resulting due to climate change will get further tough and the status quo must reconsider its position regarding the relevance of the average Pakistani citizen.
@iakhan@AhmadJalal_1@LifeAtLUMS Let’s not forget dads are paying mostly for this and they’d probably never get back most of the amount invested here. Now one can understand that for schools because parents have no choice there but choosing Lums can get difficult for them.
Every country wants growth. The question is, how do we achieve it?
For economist @MazzucatoM, the answer is straightforward.
She joins @OliDugmore on The Exchange.
From Shayak Dost to Easah Suliman to Abdullah Iqbal to Umar Nawaz to the past generations of players like Hassan Bashir. Inspirational stories that should be rejoiced & celebrated. Almost 2 whole generations who haven’t seen a national level league, still rising against all odds.
Just another example of the NBA sharing the full ending one of their biggest games of the 21st century to promote and grow their product.
LaLiga and football in general would never.
At a recent gathering of social scientists in Washington, DC, a Pakistani-American academic spoke movingly about Palestine. The vocabulary was polished, the grief sincere, the analysis appropriately grave. Then a Palestinian academic asked the question that should stalk every Pakistani and South Asian intellectual in the West: why are you so eloquent about Palestine and so silent about Pakistan? Why can you name Zionism but not Imran Khan? Why can you speak of genocide but not General Asim Munir, Trump’s favorite field marshal, presiding over Pakistan’s quasi-dictatorial order? Why does Pakistan — the country you analyze, inherit, visit, romanticize, and perform — become unspeakable precisely when it most needs speech?
#Opinion by Junaid S. Ahmad
Read: https://t.co/JPy6jaypXl
Leaked document shows that the Pakistani military-backed government stopped polling results from coming out in Gilgit-Baltistan elections. Reports of massive rigging have poured in from the region.
Having lived in both cities really opens your eyes to the good, the bad, and the ugly.
Londoners love to bang on about their gloriously messy diversity: one evening you’re tucking into Ethiopian injera, the next you're demolishing Korean fried chicken, all while joining a perfectly civilised queue at the bus stop as if it were a national virtue. Even as the Tube quietly reeks of last night’s kebab, you adapt. You learn to position yourself on the platform like a pro so the doors spit you out right by the exit. You discover the secret 3am bakery knock on the Bermondsey Beer Mile for warm croissants fresh from the night shift. You revel in the wildest people-watching on earth. The dry, self-deprecating banter never wilts in the miserable rain, while free museums and wild parakeets in the parks remind you why the chaos is worth it.
Londoners will, if pressed, quietly admit the other side: Bank (or Monument-Bank) station is a labyrinth from hell - especially after a few drinks - where you wander in circles like a confused hamster. Everything civilised shuts annoyingly early. Eye-watering rents condemn you to mouldy flats shared with flatmates well into your thirties. The grey weather tests your soul daily. And that famous politeness sometimes feels like the only glue holding the whole glorious mess together.
Paris, by contrast, seduces its long-term residents with an entirely different set of intimate charms. Parisians adore the village-like rhythm: morning baguette rituals, sacred two-hour lunches where eating at your desk is for philistines, and cafés that turn a simple espresso into a daily ceremony. The dense, walkable beauty means every errand can feel like a postcard within the Périphérie at least - the suburbs are another matter. The Métro (when it’s not on strike) is mercifully punctual, and the effortless chic and fierce respect for work-life boundaries make you feel vaguely civilised. Food is treated with near-religious reverence, and that golden light on the Seine can forgive almost anything.
But the initiated also know the sharper edges. The bureaucracy is a soul-crushing hamster wheel. Apartments are so tiny and charming they come with antique plumbing that sings opera at 3am. Prices make your bank account wince. Parisians maintain a social reserve where smiling at strangers or attempting small talk is viewed as slightly suspicious and vaguely American. Dog mess turns pavements into an obstacle course. The overnight "parfum de Paris" (that unmistakable whiff of pee) lingers in the Métro. The summer humidity without air-conditioning is suffocating. And the occasional strike can turn the city into performance art.
Still, both places have this magical way of making you forgive the rain, the rudeness, and the eye-watering prices. Where else can you drift out of a free museum straight into a sunset that makes you feel briefly, gloriously immortal? London thrills you with its restless, anything-goes energy. Paris seduces you with its stubborn, elegant beauty.
Locals will moan about both cities endlessly… yet somehow never quite manage to leave. It's less about choosing the "better" city and more about which beautiful madness speaks to your soul. In the end, you just have to pick your flavour of beautiful madness.
Me? I choose Paris.
What happened to Dr. Mahnoor Nasir should shake us all. It is heartbreaking, horrifying and absolutely unacceptable.
A woman serving others in a hospital, a place meant for healing, was attacked while on duty… Dr. Mahnoor is not an isolated case.
The latest episode of the ProSports podcast is out in which @Saad10Nasir and I ranted about Pakistan's "extremely important" ODI series win over Australia on home soil🎙️
https://t.co/sR1dOQMcC1