I shared this post in the Voice of Customer Facebook group this morning. After that, someone contacted me claiming that he is from CM House Punjab, DRO Shaukat, and working in the complaint cell of Maryam Nawaz Sharif (@MaryamNSharif).
He asked me to write an application and send it to him. Since morning, he has been in contact with me and Naeem Electronics, but now at 11:50 PM, the whole situation feels suspicious and possibly fraudulent.
Madam CM, can you please confirm whether your complaint cell works like this and directly contacts people through Facebook groups? They are asking for money, according to them one guy is from CM office allegedly and one is owner of Naeem Electronics allegedly.
@GovtofPunjabPK@CMComplaintCell@OfficialDPRPP@NCCIAOFFICIAL
I Was a Bully. And Nobody Told Me.
This is one of the hardest things I’ve written.
Not because it’s complicated. But because it’s shameful.
I’m going to tell you four stories from my childhood. Stories I’ve never shared publicly. And by the end, I want every parent reading this to hear something important.
Story 1: My Brother and the Remote
I was in fifth or sixth grade. My cousin and I had a favorite hobby, annoying my younger brother.
We had nicknames for him. We filmed him through the bathroom door while he was showering. We did it repeatedly, not once, not twice, but again and again because his reaction entertained us.
He was small. And he couldn’t fight back properly. So he’d grab the TV remote and throw it against the wall just to release his frustration.
We thought it was hilarious.
Our parents would tell us to stop. “He’s getting annoyed, leave him alone.”
We’d stop. For a while. Then start again.
Because telling us to stop without any real consequence meant nothing to two boys who were having fun.
Story 2: The Girl We Called “Daba”
This one I’m most ashamed of.
In my intermediate days, at my academy, there was a girl. She was slightly heavy weight. So we, a group of boys started calling her “Daba.” A box.
We called her this repeatedly. In front of everyone. We thought we were being funny.
One day she walked home crying.
And you know what we did?
We celebrated. Laughed about it. Like we had achieved something.
I am writing this today and I feel sick thinking about it. A girl walked home in tears because of us. And we felt proud.
We had no idea we were bullying her. For us, it was just fun. Because people had done similar things to us and nobody had ever told us this is wrong. This has a name. This causes real damage.
Story 3: “Golden”
Second or third grade.
There was a boy in my class who had a disease. I don’t know what it was. But it caused his teeth to turn very dark yellow.
He was a child. He didn’t choose this.
Our entire class called him “Golden.”
Every single day.
He’d get frustrated. Irritated. But we kept going.
A sick child, mocked daily for something completely out of his control. And every one of us thought we were just joking around.
Story 4: The Ice Cream
This is the one I am most ashamed of. Even today.
I was at my barber. My younger cousin(Ahmad) was with me. He was very small.
He asked the barber for ice cream.
For me, in that moment, it felt like embarrassment. Like he had shamed me somehow by asking.
So I beat him. Not a small slap. I beat him badly.
His parents were there. They didn’t say a word to me.
And that silence, that also taught me something wrong. That what I did was okay.
It was not okay!!!!
That child just wanted ice cream. And I hurt him for it.
I am still ashamed of this. I will probably always be ashamed of this.
Why Did We Do All of This?
Because nobody truly stopped us.
Not with real consequences.
My parents would say “stop it, he’s getting annoyed.” And we would stop. Temporarily. Because there was no real weight behind it. No punishment. No serious conversation about why it was wrong.
So the behavior continued. At home. At school. At academy. In groups. Alone.
We genuinely did not know it was called bullying. We thought it was normal. Because it had happened to us too. And nobody had ever sat us down and said what you are doing to that person is destroying something inside them.
What I Want to Say to Parents:
I have always praised my parents. They are good people who raised me with love.
But today I want to say one thing clearly:
Telling your child to stop is not enough.
If there is no consequence, there is no lesson.
Your child will stop in front of you. And continue everywhere else.
The girl who walked home crying, her pain was real. The boy with the disease who was mocked every day, that stayed with him. My cousin who I beat over ice cream, I had no right to touch him.
- Umar H.
Exactly. And this is the painful part.
The government isn’t incentivizing dreamers. They’re benefiting from their departure.
Why fix the ecosystem when the remittances keep coming anyway?
Sualeh didn’t just need talent. He needed MIT, Silicon Valley capital, and an environment that didn’t punish ambition.
We keep producing that same talent. We just keep exporting it too.
Genuine question: where were all these proud Pakistanis when he was studying at MIT instead of a Pakistani university?
Real pride isn’t celebrating someone’s success. It’s asking why they had to leave to achieve it.
I wrote about this when everyone first celebrated him. Still relevant today.
https://t.co/6LuilhsinI
Last year when Sualeh’s company first made news, I wrote something(Shared below) that a lot of people didn’t want to hear.
Now everyone is talking about him again. This time because SpaceX is reportedly looking to buy his company for $60 billion.
And my position hasn’t changed.
He’s brilliant. His talent is Pakistani. But his success happened because of MIT, Silicon Valley and an ecosystem that actually backs ambitious people.
The question I asked then is still the question nobody wants to answer:
Why did a Pakistani mind need to go to San Francisco to build a $60 billion company?
Celebrate him. He deserves it. But don’t celebrate the system that made him leave.
https://t.co/MQ43WF64Ww
Last year when Sualeh’s company first made news, I wrote something(Shared below) that a lot of people didn’t want to hear.
Now everyone is talking about him again. This time because SpaceX is reportedly looking to buy his company for $60 billion.
And my position hasn’t changed.
He’s brilliant. His talent is Pakistani. But his success happened because of MIT, Silicon Valley and an ecosystem that actually backs ambitious people.
The question I asked then is still the question nobody wants to answer:
Why did a Pakistani mind need to go to San Francisco to build a $60 billion company?
Celebrate him. He deserves it. But don’t celebrate the system that made him leave.
https://t.co/MQ43WF64Ww
#sualehasif #cursor #ai
@FarrukhJAbbasi@Cursor Stop embarrassing yourselves, Sualeh Asif’s success has NOTHING to do with Pakistan 🇵🇰
Stop Taking Credit for Sualeh’s Success, He Succeeded Despite Pakistan, Not Because of It!!
My complete article about Sualeh almost a year ago: https://t.co/ftd1IoDISd
The government is running a Kifayat Shuwari campaign because petrol prices are through the roof.
Meanwhile, a car with a government number plate was drifting in Bahria Enclave and almost hit me.
Let that sink in.
It happened a few days ago. I was driving normally when this car came out of nowhere, drifting, losing control, nearly slamming into mine. Government plate. Broad daylight. Residential streets where families walk and children play.
I did what anyone should do. I posted the number plate in our residents’ community group with a simple warning: next time, police report.
What happened next surprised me.
The entire community responded. Not with “bhai choro yaar” or “don’t make it a big deal.” Everyone came out saying this same kid does this EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. Loud music, drifting, terrorizing the same streets. An elderly couple had almost been hit just days before.
That evening I was out with my family when I saw it again. Same car. Same nonsense.
This time I filmed it.
I want to say something to the parents of these kids.
You gave your child a car. You gave him fuel. You gave him all the asaishein in the world.
But did you ever ask what he does with them?
Because I know what happens when you don’t.
A year ago, racing bikers hit my brother-in-law’s family in exactly this kind of recklessness. His wife went through 3 major surgeries. One operation lasted nearly 12 hours. She was on a ventilator for 8 days. His daughter had a fractured leg. They spent Ramadan in a hospital instead of at home.
That family’s life changed forever. Because someone’s son wanted a thrill.
This isn’t about one spoiled child.
It’s about what happens when parents hand over power without responsibility. When “giving your kids the best” becomes giving them everything except accountability.
Your child is using a government-plated car to endanger innocent families in a residential society. Families with children. Families with elderly parents. Families like mine.
If you are that parent reading this, I am speaking directly to you:
Your asaishein are making other people’s lives miserable. And one day, they will destroy someone’s life permanently.
Please. Keep nazar on your children. Not just where they go. But what they do when they get there.
Because by the time you find out, it might already be too late for someone else.
Thank you.
@KlasraRauf@_Mansoor_Ali@HamidMirPAK@asmashirazi@SdqJaan@CMShehbaz@MohsinnaqviC42@TararAttaullah