Sabeen and the unheard heroes of Pakistan.
I was once asked whether the death of a hero makes one a hero or is it possible for people to become heroes within their lifetimes.
I could pick one or agree to both. My stance was muddled, but I was sure that it was way too easy to become a hero in today’s times; social media, youtube, blogs- the magnanimity of technology and the ideas of “sharing thoughts” enrich life today. These screens make us all HEROES.
I was reminded of Malala Yousafzai, the youngest Nobel Laureate. I thought of Nelson Mandela. Of Mother Theresa. My view was simple; now a days, thoughts travel fast than ever; and when I say- thoughts, words, ideas; the very essence of these are preserved such that their actions speak the same. These thoughts, words and ideas are the same as their work, intent and success; I believe no words can inspire other…
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It’s just that I did not have the right words to express. Wait, let me get done with this presentation, I’ll get back to you by tonight.
Funny how it’s all taking turns, funny how I’m sleepy but I can’t really. Strange, awkward and I dunno what. Ha! More like it is a ‘cry-here’ note *laughing at myself/ I’m not, my brain is.*
It’s eid here. Well, almost. Supposed to be happy, supposed to be sleeping, supposed to be presenting the physical self. Supposed to be whaaaaaaaaaaat?
This lamp at my back shines bright and nice, lights my room and music somehow does that for me. Headache, stomachache, oh! God knows what not!
Sleepy, ugh! but why can’t I, when I’m looking up at you, ceiling?
Be back with details and stuff when it manages to leave my system.