Humanist, Software Engineer ,Chef ,an Opinionated Woman who loves to sing. Cancer warrior & survivor.
Living, Loving, Sharing, Caring and Daring to do it all !
After Independence, when Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru became the Prime Minister,
A woman approached Nehru.
She, unexpectedly, caught his callar and asked.
"They say, India got Freedom.
You became Prime Minister.
And what did I get ?"
Before the stunned crowd, Nehru replied with his characteristic aplomb.
"You got the courage and confidence to hold the collar of the Prime Minister of the country, and question him."
This interview by @nayeema1 with @RuhullahMehdi is a must-watch. Sharp, measured, and deeply poignant. In a noisy media landscape, this kind of articulated accountability is exactly what we need. Brilliant journalism.
You allowed space for a nuanced discussion on Article 370 while keeping the focus firmly on the facts. Poignant and highly necessary reporting.
#AgaRuhullah’s Art. 370 conference?
What has it achieved? An inclusive interview with Aga Sahib today.
‘No compromise on internal autonomy; NC discourages people from discussing Art. 370; other political parties are tested and not serious about people’s rights; I will advocate even if NC parts ways with me and need dynamic people to join politics,’ says Aga Ruhullah.
@RuhullahMehdi@ASIFFIRDOUS1@Iftikhar_Misgar@bonipan@JKNC_
#AgaRuhullah’s Art. 370 conference?
What has it achieved? An inclusive interview with Aga Sahib today.
‘No compromise on internal autonomy; NC discourages people from discussing Art. 370; other political parties are tested and not serious about people’s rights; I will advocate even if NC parts ways with me and need dynamic people to join politics,’ says Aga Ruhullah.
@RuhullahMehdi@ASIFFIRDOUS1@Iftikhar_Misgar@bonipan@JKNC_
Things I would tell you if you’ve never had Cancer.
If you have never had cancer, there are a few things I wish you knew.
Cancer is not as far away from you as it feels. It is not something that only happens to someone else, somewhere else, someday.
Before cancer, most of us move through life believing in invisible protections. We assume there will always be more time, more ordinary days, more health.
Cancer changes that.
It teaches you quickly that bodies are fragile and life can change in a single conversation inside a doctor’s office.
If you have never had cancer, you may not realize that the diagnosis is only the beginning. Treatment may end, but the experience does not. It settles into your body and your mind. It follows you into scan rooms, quiet moments, and random aches that suddenly feel louder than they used to.
If you have never had cancer, you might think survival means everything goes back to normal.
It doesn’t.
Many of us live with the quiet, constant awareness that it could come back. The fear of recurrence does not always announce itself loudly, but it is there, woven into ordinary moments, tucked behind follow-up appointments, lingering in the spaces between “you’re okay” and “we’ll keep watching.”
And just because I may look okay on the outside does not mean I am okay on the inside. I may smile. I may even tell you I’m fine. But sometimes that is not the whole truth. Sometimes it is simply easier than trying to explain the weight of it, or asking someone else to carry something that feels too heavy to hand over.
It also changes your perspective in ways that are hard to explain. You stop waiting for the big, obvious moments to feel alive and start living more intentionally. You learn how to create meaning in the smallest things, a quiet morning, a meal you can finally taste again, a day that feels almost normal. Those moments are no longer overlooked. They are everything.
And while cancer can deepen your grace and empathy for others, it also reshapes what you are willing to carry. Your tolerance for what drains you becomes smaller. You begin to recognize more clearly what adds value to your life and what does not, and you stop making as much room for the things that take without giving anything back.
If you have never had cancer, you may also find it easy to have opinions about how someone else should face it. But the truth is, you never really know what you would or would not do when it is your life on the line. When it is go time, survival becomes deeply personal. The choices people make in treatment are not made lightly, and they are not made from the outside looking in.
Survival means becoming fluent in the language of your own body and limits. It means recognizing strength in ways you never expected and seeing the world through a lens that is at once cautious, alert, and quietly grateful.
It changes the way you see time. It changes the way you hear certain words. It changes the way you understand what strength really looks like.
If you have never had cancer, I hope you never fully understand these things.
But I hope you understand this:
None of us are as invincible as we think. Life is far more fragile than we like to believe. And the people walking around quietly carrying the weight of a diagnosis deserve more gentleness than the world usually gives them.
My Healing Journey 💙
Came across this interesting Anecdote of Rabia Basri, a Female Mystic and Saint who lived around 700 CE. Worth contemplating.
"One day, she was seen running through the streets of Basra carrying a pot of fire in one hand and a bucket of water in the other. When asked what she was doing, she said,"I want to put out the fires of Hell, and burn down the rewards of Paradise. They block the way to God. I do not want to worship from fear of punishment or for the promise of reward, but simply for the love of God"
A beautiful gift from @mirimranhr ! A novel written by his late father Jenaab Mir Shabir Ahmed, may Allah grant him the highest place in Jannah, Ameen .
Today I lost my childhood friend, Asma Jeelani, after her brave 1.5-year battle with cancer. As someone who has been fighting this same war for the last five years, her passing hits with a terrifying weight. Life feels so unpredictable and brutal, and seeing her journey end this morning in Boston leaves me with a heavy heart and a fearful spirit.
إِنَّا لِلّهِ وَإِنَّـا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعونَ
Ya Allah, as I stand in my own struggle, I pray for her: forgive her, have mercy upon her, and grant her the peace she so deserves. Receive her with honor and make her grave a place of light and spaciousness. Cleanse her of all faults and gift her an abode in the Garden, far better than anything this world could offer. Protect her from all torment. Allahuma Ameen.
As I navigate my own fear, I ask Allah SWT to grant her family—and me—the strength of Sabr-jameel. Asma fought with such unshakeable faith and patience; I pray that her strength inspires my own, and that Allah grants me the same steadfastness she held until the very end.