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Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Lost identity.

Lost Identity

Written By: Hameem Hussain

And saying this I realized...
That the only reason of my happiness was you. 
You meant the whole world to me. 
Some supernatural entity. 
All I wanted was a glance from you. 
Your words to cool my heart. 
Your arms were home to me.
But years passing by...
I derivated and finally get lost. 
Then yesterday, in an interview cast,
when they asked me : "Who you are ? "
I recalled what had faded away, 
I was...your child.

Monday, March 30, 2015

You Can't Stop the Spring

Peshawar APS Attack

Written By: Khulood Bahaa (Egypt)

It was a bright and very beautiful day,
when the kids of Peshawar made their way,
to their school, carrying their bags,
big and heavy on their backs…

On the sixteenth of December, in the bitter cold,
wearing hats and gloves, looking at their parents they told,
“I don’t want to go”, some persuaded,
others were used to it, for the bus they waited.

“It’s gonna be fun, you’ll enjoy”,
His mother assured, and kissed her boy.
Looking at her son, feeling proud,
waving as he faded into the crowd.

Little did she know, it was her last gaze,
her last moment with her son, or his last phase.

The Peshawar attack..

It all started when a couple of armed men showed,
frightening the kids, with their guns which they load.
Killing mercilessly, every innocent kid,
ignoring the fact that their faces weren't hid.

As they say “Allahu Akbar”, and shooting,
accepting it my mind keeps refusing.
They went and never came back…
for their loss there’s no pay back..

Just for you to know..

You can crush the flowers
but can’t stop the spring,
you can posses all the powers,
but you can’t over-power the king.

You can destroy the nation,
but you can’t destroy Islam,

you can destroy the foundation,
but definitely not our Iman.

[ May the souls of the victims rest in peace ]

Hopelessness in Hope

Hope Island

Written By: Zeyan Nadeem

We all hope that we can make others happy. Why is that? Why do we care about others happiness more than our own? At the end, the person we wasted our time for won't even value us a lot or just judge us in a negative way.  However, we humans are weird. Even after knowing this we would repeat this mistake over and over again. No matter what happens, we just don't get it. Haha I laugh at ourselves at times instead of feeling terrible now. We are such a joke.

I know that there are some people who only think about themselves and then they too are judged for doing that. Apparently the world is never satisfied with anything. I sometimes wonder what God thinks about us. Does He regret creating some of us? Well, I will just go ahead and answer my own question, no, He doesn't. Everyone is here for a reason, you just need to know what that reason is and then try to achieve or follow it. The problem is that we question Him for everything while having the answers in front of us. This is because we choose to ignore those answers as we fear what the society will think of us if we follow God's simple instructions. This mentality leads to nothing. The society holds us back from achieving our dreams and then we end up taking those ideas, those dreams, to the grave with us without accomplishing anything.

I have said this so many times and I will say it again, life is not about pleasing others, it is about sacrificing to achieve what is right. Sacrificing doesn't mean killing someone (we are not the Mayans) or abandoning people or things you love; it also means to forget what others think of you. I know it is difficult just to forget about what people think or want from you because your loved ones are also included in that, but our love ones in many cases are the reasons why we are held back from getting what we want. Kids nowadays think about becoming what their parents want them to become or being different to make their relatives, friends, or their significant other happy. This ends up holding them back from achieving what they are interested in. So we must stop wasting time thinking about others around us for once and think about ourselves. We need to forget about their judgment because it won't help us in anyway. And until we don't start sacrificing in life, we won't be able to get the success that we have wished for.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

The Story of World War 1 (Part 7)

Emergency military hospital

Health effects

The war had profound consequences in the health of the troops. Of the 60 million European soldiers who were mobilised from 1914 to 1918, 8 million were killed, 7 million were permanently disabled, and 15 million were seriously injured. Germany lost 15.1% of its active male population, Austria-Hungary lost 17.1%, and France lost 10.5%. In Germany civilian deaths were 474,000 higher than in peacetime, due in large part to food shortages and malnutrition that weakened resistance to disease. By the end of the war, famine had killed approximately 100,000 people in Lebanon. The best estimates of the death toll from the Russian famine of 1921 run from 5 million to 10 million people. By 1922, there were between 4.5 million and 7 million homeless children in Russia as a result of nearly a decade of devastation from World War I, the Russian Civil War, and the subsequent famine of 1920–1922. Numerous anti-Soviet Russians fled the country after the Revolution; by the 1930s, the northern Chinese city of Harbin had 100,000 Russians. Thousands more emigrated to France, England, and the United States.

In Australia, the effects of the war on the economy were no less severe. The Australian prime minister, Billy Hughes, wrote to the British prime minister, Lloyd George, "You have assured us that you cannot get better terms. I much regret it, and hope even now that some way may be found of securing agreement for demanding reparation commensurate with the tremendous sacrifices made by the British Empire and her Allies." Australia received ₤5,571,720 war reparations, but the direct cost of the war to Australia had been ₤376,993,052, and, by the mid-1930s, repatriation pensions, war gratuities, interest and sinking fund charges were ₤831,280,947. Of about 416,000 Australians who served, about 60,000 were killed and another 152,000 were wounded.

But The Soul Suffers.


What a silly thing this brain of ours is… what strange emotions it makes us feel. Yes, the brain, not the heart. For we think, dwell needlessly on worldly relations, temporary alignments and superficial appearances, and then we contemplate that okay I should be sad about this, but angry about that, certainly let this one go, but hold on to this particular heartache just a little longer. This same small chunk of tissues is apparently responsible for human greatness too. Strange isn’t it? One person, one brain, scores of brilliant discoveries, amazing creative genius, but tons of crazily stupid personal decisions. 

God’s most perfect creation we call ourselves, why then are we so intent on making ourselves so miserably unhappy? Why does a person so logical and correct in every other perspective be so careless where their own being is concerned? Is it some sort of a technical glitch in this otherwise perfectly programmed tissue? Or is it just too busy sorting our higher priorities; the endless want of seeking approval and glory for the things you don’t like in the first place but do to fit in, be approved of and glorified. The latter I think, for God doesn’t manufacture faulty ware. 

The question at hand then is why human happiness and contentment is of secondary importance to multitudes of the human species itself? Is it selflessness, for the greater good as they say? No, I think not. This power hungry species with hypocrisy and cowardice to accompany them on their exploits has forgotten what it is like to be free of the life-sucking clutches of time, to be so infinitely happy that time itself stops for a moment to watch, to be contented enough to forgo this never-ending race of wealth and power. We have forgotten that happiness is more profound, more pure than all these superficial artefacts, so how can such an untainted and wholesome emotion be felt by such unfeeling beings? 

Are we indeed moving forward in the real sense of the world? We need to question ourselves, check our priorities in life and correct our ways before we lose ourselves in this labyrinth; enticing from a far, gloom clouds close up. We need to find answer before that alive, vibrant soul within dies of the wrong diet. 

Reflect. Seek. Find. Correct. Be happy, be alive.

Written By: Amna Aziz

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

The Story of World War 1 (Part 6)

Battle of the Canal du Nord
 
New states under war zone

In the late spring of 1918, three new states were formed in the South Caucasus: the First Republic of Armenia, the Azerbaijan Democratic Republic, and the Democratic Republic of Georgia, which declared their independence from the Russian Empire. Two other minor entities were established, the Centrocaspian Dictatorship and South West Caucasian Republic (the former was liquidated by Azerbaijan in the autumn of 1918 and the latter by a joint Armenian-British task force in early 1919). With the withdrawal of the Russian armies from the Caucasus front in the winter of 1917–18, the three major republics braced for an imminent Ottoman advance, which commenced in the early months of 1918. Solidarity was briefly maintained when the Transcaucasian Federative Republic was created in the spring of 1918, but this collapsed in May, when the Georgians asked and received protection from Germany and the Azerbaijanis concluded a treaty with the Ottoman Empire that was more akin to a military alliance. Armenia was left to fend for itself and struggled for five months against the threat of a full-fledged occupation by the Ottoman Turks.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Woman

Women

Written By: Anonymous

Nowadays a woman is known by two names. Whore and Slut. Man, she refused to sleep with me, what a whore! Aye man, she slept with me, yeah, what a slut! Yeah that's a regular conversation between two different people with different topics on daily basis. it's funny how we call boys, Larka, Chokra, asshole or xyz. But we call girls, Item, Patakha, slut, whore, sexy, hottie.

Duh, obviously who cares? we are born to be rapped no boys? we don't deserve to live, right? we are born with sexy bodies to get rapped. We don't ask for anything from you guys but just one thing, "respect" our respect is everything to us. We are born to be rapped. before rapping a girl, just remember what will you do when someone rape your sister, your daughter? you laugh when you see a girl being rapped but you won't be laughing when you'll see your daughter after being rapped. always remember what happens in your past as a connection with your future. Your mother, sister is a women too. If you're breathing today, you're in this world that's cause of a women. Today, im proud to say, Im a women. But unfortunately "women" doesn't have the same respect nowadays. Respect girls, boys will respect your daughter too.

Monday, March 23, 2015

That day, 16/12/14

Peshawar Attack

Written By: Wajeeha A.

As a citizen of Peshawar, and a student of APS, I feel 'directly affected' by the 16 December incident. Here’s my story.

Tuesday, 16th December, 2015, 11:15 pm:

The bell marked the end of our chemistry period. Thank God. It was now our recess, to be followed by the games period. No studies for an hour, we couldn't wait to get out of the class. As we stepped outside the class, we suddenly saw teachers emerging from all the corners of the school, signaling us to get back in. We didn't know why, but there was a whisper.. There had been firing in the Boys branch, and a teacher's son had been killed. I remember how I shocked I felt. I couldn't bring myself to terms with the fact that someone's son had been murdered in his own school. Everyone was rather calm. We thought there had been a firing incident and that was it, it was all good now. Nobody gave us any details. Some girls were even laughing, enjoying at that time. I, knowing what losing a loved one is like, felt terrible about the death of a young boy. Then our math teacher came. She tried her best to distract us, by teaching us. And while some of us were still in shock, others were demanding to be let out as it was supposed to be our games period. She left when the bell rang. I was standing in the doorway of my classroom with a friend when I saw a house captain running towards me. She said to ask my class to get their bags and form a line. That was when some of the girls, whose brothers were studying in the Boys College, started panicking. 

Peshawar Attack

We were all in a line with our class teacher. We asked her to tell is what was happening. That was when we realised how serious it was. She said terrorists had entered the College, in uniforms, and started firing. For our sake, or maybe she herself didn't know, she said that just 33 students were injured. That was when many of the girls started crying. My best friend too, as her 7th-grader brother was there. I tried to comfort her, teary-eyed myself. She asked a teacher to call her father. Her father said that her brother had run away from the sschool, to his grandmother's house. We were then moved near the gate. Parents were coming to pick their children. As a house captain, I was with the teachers, calling names & trying to search for the girls whose families had come to pick them. Around 1 pm, my mother came to pick me and I went home too. There was no electricity so I still didn't know what was actually happening. Despite not knowing all that, I felt like crying. And I did. As soon as the electricity was back, at 2 pm, and the TV was switched on, I went into shock. I couldn't speak. I tried to blink away the tears of pain & rage, but I couldn't. I tried to comprehend what was happening, but I couldn't for a while. They were saying around 20 students were dead. Twenty! And then the CM told the press the casualties were 80-100. It was too much for me. They said 1, and I was devastated. They said 100, and I wish I would have died right then and there.
Peshawar Attack

The death toll is reportedly 144. I don't believe it, it's much greater than that. I thought my tears had dried up. I still look at the pictures, profiles, even result of these martyrs, and my tears can't stop. I was sitting alone, when the sight of my uniform, with my sash gleaming on the green sweater, caught my eye. It could've easily been this uniform that would've been red today. I thought, how'll I ever wear it again? But then I think of them, the brave boys in green, fighting valiantly against the savage beasts who attacked them, of how selflessly they saved younger children. I remember some of them from our time together in junior school. I look at them now; they're all over the media. Some of them are here to see their faces all over the international media, but some of them aren't. It's hard to not mourn them. To not miss them. To not cry for them. But I can't even imagine the reward they've gotten for their bravery. I can't imagine their ranks in Jannah. I'm jealous. As for the ones who're here, I must thank them. For in their smiles, I found my strength. If they're brave enough to go back to school, so shall I be. It must be killing them inside, losing their friends. I can't think of returning to school without my friends. I can't think of a life without my friends. But look at them!  It is true then, that "burdens are for shoulders strong enough to carry them." Calling them brave would be an understatement. We should comfort them, but instead, they comfort us. We're crying today. We feel as if we will never smile again. But we will. My city is bleeding. My citizens are crying. How'll we ever heal? But we will. I've seen that these brutal murderers can't terrify my Peshawar, my Pakistan. Words like ‘terror’ are not in my country’s dictionary. We've suffered so much in these 68 years. How'll we survive? But we will.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Shahid Afridi

Shahid Afridi

Written By: Hamza Khawaja

October 1996, a 16 year old boy gets drafted into the Pakistani squad for the four-team series as a replacement for legspinner Mushtaq Ahmed, nobody knows who he is. He debuts at no. 8 playing as a legspinner against Kenya and doesn't get to bat. The next match is against Sri Lanka, and he's instructed to go bat at no. 3 and just smash and what does he do? He scores the fastest century ever for the time being which by the way doesn't get bettered until several years later. He stuns everybody and shuts up the whole world's mouths.

There was that day, and there is this day, he made Pakistan cry today, he made them emotional, sad, depressed and he gave them so much to remember. He gave them uncountable records and not to mention, a legend. Transformed into a bowler, still the bowlers feared bowling against him. Every wicket celebrated in that trademark Boom boom style, whoa. heart emoticon

That's Sahibzaada Shahid Khan Afridi for you. No matter what he did, no matter if he couldn't perform in his last matches. He will be missed forever.

Questions and Answers

Questions

Written By: Zahra Shafiq

I miss you.

You. Yes You!
You are not ‘You’ anymore!
I remember you smiling. That time.
I remember that promises you made to me.
They say “People don’t understand promises they are making, when they make them. But you keep your promises anyway, That’s what love is.”
But I do think now,
When you love you know your part, knowing what to do doesn't come from up, it comes from here. Heart.
That warm glow on your face, that stare
You were all mine.
I remember all of it.
I miss it .
This missing bleeds,
Makes me harder to breathe.
Why am I writing this. I don’t know.
Do I still love you?
Yes.
Do I need you back?
May be.
Do I need a hug?
O hell yes.
Sorry
I talked a lot.
I'm sorry. Thank you for bearing with me.
A last thing. Get back to being ‘ you’ maybe?
Its worth a shot.
Sincerely,
Me
Who else?

DADA, in the memory of my Grandfather

Grandfather

Written By: Khadijah Khalil

It's all that I have. His pillow, his ring, his picture and his cap in which I try to find his scent.
Once, he was always with me, making me laugh when I cried. Protecting me from my parents whenever they were about to scold me. Playing with me. Fighting with me over the remote. Buying me things. Waiting for me on the stairs and surprising me as I came back from school. Watching TV together. Dancing with one finger in the air. Eating lollipops (coka cola flavour). Praying together. Teasing people together.

Laughing. Loving. Caring. Playing. Dancing. Crying. Enjoying. Praying.

All that we had, 'had', using past tense for the person I love so much, hurts, it hurts so bad.
When I opened my eyes in this world, you were there, my parents told me that you're my DADA. You played with me and carried me everywhere. You cheered when I first called you in broken words DA DA. You tried to make sure that I never get hurt, you made me laugh, made me love, made me smile. I started growing up, you told me right and wrong. I started loving you for being so different and special. You bought for me different things to eat, you fulfilled my every wish. You made me start loving life. You showed me that being who we are and always remaining happy and sharing happiness with the world isn't so hard. I realised how lucky I am to have you. You held my hand tightly when we crossed the road, shielding me from danger.

You wiped out my tears everytime you saw me crying. I found a great friend in you. You fought for me. You lost the games for me just to make me happy. You went to hospitals and came back with the lollipop in your mouth. I first got scared but you told me there was nothing to worry about. I believed. I believed in you. I believed that you'll always be there. But, when I came back from school, happy 'cause my papers got finish, saw you on bed, a bit dull. You were going to the hospital, I said goodbye, I didn't hug you or kiss you. I heard that you're okay and will be coming back home very soon, as always. I started waiting for you, imagining to welcome you and fall asleep. Woke up by my mother. Saw people crying. They told me you're not coming back. But, I believed 'you'. I waited for you. You came back. But, didn't look at me. I cried. You didn't wipe my tears this time. I was shocked. Helpless. Surprised to see you that way. They said that they're taking you now, but I wanted to touch you. I wanted to go along with you. But I couldn't. You went away forever. But, I believed you!

6 years, and you're visiting me in my dreams. Fulfilling your promise. Telling me that you're still with me and will always do. I believe you. I still do....

Thursday, March 19, 2015

The Story of World War 1 (Part 5)

Treaty of Brest-Litovsk

Eastern Front.

While the Western Front had reached stalemate, the war continued in East Europe. Initial Russian plans called for simultaneous invasions of Austrian Galicia and German East Prussia. Although Russia's initial advance into Galicia was largely successful, it was driven back from East Prussia by Hindenburg and Ludendorff at Tannenberg and the Masurian Lakes in August and September 1914.  Russia's less developed industrial base and ineffective military leadership was instrumental in the events that unfolded. By the spring of 1915, the Russians had retreated to Galicia, and, in May, the Central Powers achieved a remarkable breakthrough on Poland's southern frontiers. On 5 August, they captured Warsaw and forced the Russians to withdraw from Poland.
 

Russian Revolution

Despite the success of the June 1916 Brusilov Offensive in eastern Galicia, dissatisfaction with the Russian government's conduct of the war grew. The offensive's success was undermined by the reluctance of other generals to commit their forces to support the victory. Allied and Russian forces were revived only temporarily by Romania's entry into the war on 27 August. German forces came to the aid of embattled Austro-Hungarian units in Transylvania while a German-Bulgarian force attacked from the south, and Bucharest fell to the Central Powers on 6 December. Meanwhile, unrest grew in Russia, as the Tsar remained at the front. Empress Alexandra's increasingly incompetent rule drew protests and resulted in the murder of her favourite, Rasputin, at the end of 1916.

P.S. I Love You

PS I Love You

Written By: Anonymous.

‘How does it happen? Love?’
‘What’s the word even supposed to mean?’
‘ I mean, does it even exist? Do two people actually like each other?’
‘Will I ever fall in love with someone or will anyone love me?’

All common questions for people like me. Till a few months ago, when I was in the midst of my 3am thoughts..

You know how you come up to the belief, ‘Oh my, I’m too weird for anyone to love me’, trust me when I say this, it fades away when you come up to the stage of being loved. Afterwards, you feel like the best person in the world. For him, at least; and to be quite honest, he’s the only one that actually concerns you then. You could be the prettiest person in the world, the kind of person who never gives into people’s compliments because she already knows, but when he tells you so, you stare at yourself in the mirror as if you had doubted it and you blush for 5 minutes, thinking to yourself, ‘Gosh, he thinks I'm pretty.’

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Lack of Guidance

Pakistan Talent


Well, I am going to be off my usual topic of love and her and mobile and life and going to write something on Pakistanis. Lack of Guidance is one of the biggest and most underrated issues in Pakistan. There is no lack of talent, that's for sure. We have a hell lot of a talent but we don't have guidelines. We don't know what to do. Business majors don't know how to do business and go on, working for banks. Electrical engineers don't innovate something, they don't inspire anybody, they just study their shit out and get a degree and then get a job of 40k per month getting bonuses and raises occasionally. Computer majors mostly work basic computer jobs which a kid with a good mind can work too. There are no Pakistani billionaires except the Zardaris, the Shareefs and a couple others. Even the millionaires are rare. Nobody wants to think big. Nobody appreciates art anymore although paintings with almost nothing on them except two colors are sold for basically millions. Nobody wants to be adventurous, everybody wants to be stable and settled. Nobody wants to invent. Nobody wants to make this world a better place. We, Pakistanis, are not guided. Most of our teachers get paid, do their jobs which is basic teaching and letting students cram and score good grades. They don't teach new things. They don't say how to become a big man. They just say score grades and score and score until one day, you are working your ass of to earn 50k a month to support your family and seeing all your dreams flow in the gutter. I am not even mentioning the stress and the tension that gets in the way, it messes you up in such a way you forget what love and happiness feels like anymore. And it literally affects every single thing in your life. The point again being, there is no lack of talent, wisdom, intelligence or anything else, what we lack is good teachers and guidelines. Guidelines to live life the better way, guidelines to make this world a better place, guidelines to use your talents wisely. Hope this gets better, InShaAllah, I am very hopeful. Hope this gets into notice. Hope we become better. Amen.

Monday, March 16, 2015

A Story Untold

Peshawar Attack

Written By: Ayesha Yousuf

I woke up earlier than usual today, on Tuesday or you can say Post-Monday, which is quite strange for a person who loathes College and Monday and all the work and especially the exams going on, to pluto and back. There was plenty of time after prayers so I sat back thinking how to put my college on fire for once and all and end this monthly trauma of giving exams and sleep to my full. Deciding I'll never miss this obnoxious college, ever, I revised for my practical praying for it to get delayed. Well, Thank Imran Khan for shutting down Pakistan tomorrow, meh, I'll rest. yep.

...never knew my prayers will be answered this soon though...

Well, my mom served us breakfast which I so love, listening to stupid bickering of my siblings on weather and the nightmare they had the night before, like who got time for this idiotic stuff to discuss, jeez. Dad dropped us to school and I soon found my friends outside the auditorium where we discussed, revised, joked and planned on how to cheat (don't judge, we all do this.) , no I didn't plan any  celebration because I wanted to rest and that's what I am going to do. So, the practical started at 9 o'clock and to my utter surprise, I knew all the answers. Hah, very well done,lad.  finding it pretty easy I attempted and reread the answers within 90 minutes, satisfied with my exam I glanced at wrist watch which showed 10:25 , more than an hour to go. Sigh. I added ''the end'' on the last page, when I heard something like firing and... a blast? well, imagining it as my obsession with action movies and everything I shrugged it off, but soon.. there was chaos when these bullets were fired at us.. us.. the students, who didn't have a clue about what's happening.. I must thank all those action movies I watched, which my mom always called wastage of time and brain, helped me to act as fast as I can and I pretended I got hit as well and lied down.. as dead. While all my friends, with whom I grew up to be, my partners in crime, with bloodcurdling screams contributing in the pool of blood we were lying in. and in that moment, my facade of acting dead faded as I felt a friend of mine motionless falling on me.. and another realization dawned on me that I, certainly, do not hate my college nor I want to set it on fire and I felt the left side of my chest ache, and that ached badly.

They checked on me by shooting my leg to make I'm dead and I remembered that annoying brat of my brother, who is overly sensitive, must be in distress somewhere, that trouble maker. I crawled in red liquid and hiding behind those fallen bodies on the ground I ,once, or till morning, used to hop and jump and make noise and when I thought I failed in protecting my younger brother, I saw him there, in deep slumber on floor, like it's his favorite comfy recliner, Ain't he crazy. With determination of rescuing my brother and remembering I'm soon to be the protector of this dear land, I tried to stood up, and woah, nobody noticed me as well. I shook and shook him but I couldn't hear him snoring, that's what he love to do in sleep. Suddenly, I felt something cold against my neck and in next few minutes I was drowning in deep slumber...in peace. Didn't I get what I always wanted, sleep and college on fire.

Heyy! Hey, look where have we reached, me and my brother and all our friends.. WOAHH.. IT'S TOO BEAUTIFUL TO BE REAL....is it heaven.......

Well... that's how the crisp white uniforms turned into scarlet red.

PS: when you can't bring yourself to accept the reality that its been 3 months. 3 months when we lost our part, our soul, our youth. When humanity died a painful death and we all have different ways to express our grief,  the pain, which is same.

Peshawar Incident, 3 Months later.

Peshawar Attack

There are some events which change you forever and Peshawar Attack was one of them for me personally. Yes I said I care for and love my country but it was the night of 16/12/14 that changed everything for me. Never imagined something can have that much influence on the way I look at life and things.

Extremely non serious I was, taking life as it came along, going with the flow. But it made me realize life is unpredictable, anything can happen anytime and you just can't waste the time you have.

It made me realize every life has a meaning, when those Talibaan were shooting the kids they thought they are killing the future of Pakistan, just think for once, they are scared of us youth, what is the best way to take revenge? Tell them that we are always there for Pakistan, we will do anything we can, everything we can in our own capacity for our country.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

The Story of World War 1 (Part 4)

U-155 exhibited near Tower Bridge in London 
War in the Balkans

Faced with Russia, Austria-Hungary could spare only one-third of its army to attack Serbia. After suffering heavy losses, the Austrians briefly occupied the Serbian capital, Belgrade. A Serbian counterattack in the battle of Kolubara, however, succeeded in driving them from the country by the end of 1914. For the first ten months of 1915, Austria-Hungary used most of its military reserves to fight Italy. German and Austro-Hungarian diplomats, however, scored a coup by persuading Bulgaria to join the attack on Serbia. The Austro-Hungarian provinces of Slovenia, Croatia and Bosnia provided troops for Austria-Hungary, invading Serbia as well as fighting Russia and Italy. Montenegro allied itself with Serbia.

Serbia was conquered in a little more than a month, as the Central Powers, now including Bulgaria, sent in 600,000 troops. The Serbian army, fighting on two fronts and facing certain defeat, retreated into northern Albania (which they had invaded at the beginning of the war[dubious – discuss]). The Serbs suffered defeat in the Battle of Kosovo. Montenegro covered the Serbian retreat towards the Adriatic coast in the Battle of Mojkovac in 6–7 January 1916, but ultimately the Austrians conquered Montenegro, too. The surviving Serbian soldiers were evacuated by ship to Greece. After conquest, Serbia was divided between Austro-Hungary and Bulgaria.

Thursday, March 12, 2015

The Story of World War 1 (Part 3)

First day on the Somme

Trench warfare begins.

Military tactics before World War I had failed to keep pace with advances in technology. These advances allowed for impressive defence systems, which out-of-date military tactics could not break through for most of the war. Barbed wire was a significant hindrance to massed infantry advances. Artillery, vastly more lethal than in the 1870s, coupled with machine guns, made crossing open ground extremely difficult. Commanders on both sides failed to develop tactics for breaching entrenched positions without heavy casualties. In time, however, technology began to produce new offensive weapons, such as gas warfare and the tank.

Just after the First Battle of the Marne (5–12 September 1914), both Entente and German forces each continually sought to outflank the other by manoeuvering to the north: this series of manoeuvres became known as the "Race to the Sea". When these outflanking efforts failed, Britain and France soon found themselves facing an uninterrupted line of entrenched German forces from Lorraine to Belgium's coast. Britain and France sought to take the offensive, while Germany defended the occupied territories. Consequently, German trenches were much better constructed than those of their enemy; Anglo-French trenches were only intended to be "temporary" before their forces broke through German defences.

Both sides tried to break the stalemate using scientific and technological advances. On 22 April 1915, at the Second Battle of Ypres, the Germans (violating the Hague Convention) used chlorine gas for the first time on the Western Front. Several types of gas soon became widely used by both sides, and though it never proved a decisive, battle-winning weapon, poison gas became one of the most-feared and best-remembered horrors of the war. Tanks were first used in combat by the British during the Battle of Flers-Courcelette (part of the wider Somme offensive) on 15 September 1916, with only partial success. However, their effectiveness would grow as the war progressed; the Germans employed only very small numbers of their own design, supplemented by captured Allied tanks.


Continuation of trench warfare.

Neither side proved able to deliver a decisive blow for the next two years. Throughout 1915–17, the British Empire and France suffered more casualties than Germany, because of both the strategic and tactical stances chosen by the sides. Strategically, while the Germans only mounted one major offensive, the Allies made several attempts to break through the German lines.

In February 1916 the Germans attacked the French defensive positions at Verdun. Running until December 1916, the battle saw initial German gains, before French counterattacks returned matters to near their starting point. Casualties were greater for the French, but the Germans bled heavily as well, with anywhere from 700,000 to 975,000 casualties suffered between the two combatants. Verdun became a symbol of French determination and self-sacrifice.

French 87th Regiment
 The Battle of the Somme was an Anglo-French offensive that ran from July to November 1916. The opening of this offensive (1 July 1916) saw the British Army endure the bloodiest day in its history, suffering 57,470 casualties, including 19,240 dead, on the first day alone. The entire Somme offensive cost the British Army some 420,000 casualties. The French suffered another estimated 200,000 casualties, and the Germans an estimated 500,000.

Protracted action at Verdun throughout 1916, combined with the bloodletting at the Somme, brought the exhausted French army to the brink of collapse. Futile attempts at frontal assault came at a high price for both the British and the French poilu and led to the widespread French Army Mutinies, after the failure of the costly Nivelle Offensive of April–May 1917. The concurrent British Battle of Arras was more limited in scope, and more successful, although ultimately of little strategic value. A smaller part of the Arras offensive, the capture of Vimy Ridge by the Canadian Corps, became highly significant to that country: the idea that Canada's national identity was born out of the battle is an opinion widely held in military and general histories of Canada.

The last large-scale offensive of this period was a British attack (with French support) at Passchendaele (July–November 1917). This offensive opened with great promise for the Allies, before bogging down in the October mud. Casualties, though disputed, were roughly equal, at some 200,000–400,000 per side.

These years of trench warfare in the West saw no major exchanges of territory and, as a result, are often thought of as static and unchanging. However, throughout this period, British, French, and German tactics constantly evolved to meet new battlefield challenges.

At the start of the war, the German Empire had cruisers scattered across the globe, some of which were subsequently used to attack Allied merchant shipping. The British Royal Navy systematically hunted them down, though not without some embarrassment from its inability to protect Allied shipping. For example, the German detached light cruiser SMS Emden, part of the East-Asia squadron stationed at Qingdao, seized or destroyed 15 merchantmen, as well as sinking a Russian cruiser and a French destroyer. However, most of the German East-Asia squadron—consisting of the armoured cruisers Scharnhorst and Gneisenau, light cruisers Nürnberg and Leipzig and two transport ships—did not have orders to raid shipping and was instead underway to Germany when it met British warships. The German flotilla and Dresden sank two armoured cruisers at the Battle of Coronel, but was almost destroyed at the Battle of the Falkland Islands in December 1914, with only Dresden and a few auxiliaries escaping, but at the Battle of Más a Tierra these too were destroyed or interned.

Soon after the outbreak of hostilities, Britain began a naval blockade of Germany. The strategy proved effective, cutting off vital military and civilian supplies, although this blockade violated accepted international law codified by several international agreements of the past two centuries. Britain mined international waters to prevent any ships from entering entire sections of ocean, causing danger to even neutral ships. Since there was limited response to this tactic, Germany expected a similar response to its unrestricted submarine warfare.
 
 Battle of Vimy Ridge

The 1916 Battle of Jutland (German: Skagerrakschlacht, or "Battle of the Skagerrak") developed into the largest naval battle of the war, the only full-scale clash of battleships during the war, and one of the largest in history. It took place on 31 May – 1 June 1916, in the North Sea off Jutland. The Kaiserliche Marine's High Seas Fleet, commanded by Vice Admiral Reinhard Scheer, squared off against the Royal Navy's Grand Fleet, led by Admiral Sir John Jellicoe. The engagement was a stand off, as the Germans, outmanoeuvred by the larger British fleet, managed to escape and inflicted more damage to the British fleet than they received. Strategically, however, the British asserted their control of the sea, and the bulk of the German surface fleet remained confined to port for the duration of the war.

German U-boats attempted to cut the supply lines between North America and Britain. The nature of submarine warfare meant that attacks often came without warning, giving the crews of the merchant ships little hope of survival. The United States launched a protest, and Germany changed its rules of engagement. After the sinking of the passenger ship RMS Lusitania in 1915, Germany promised not to target passenger liners, while Britain armed its merchant ships, placing them beyond the protection of the "cruiser rules", which demanded warning and placing crews in "a place of safety" (a standard that lifeboats did not meet). Finally, in early 1917, Germany adopted a policy of unrestricted submarine warfare, realising that the Americans would eventually enter the war. Germany sought to strangle Allied sea lanes before the United States could transport a large army overseas, but could maintain only five long-range U-boats on station, to limited effect.

The U-boat threat lessened in 1917, when merchant ships began travelling in convoys, escorted by destroyers. This tactic made it difficult for U-boats to find targets, which significantly lessened losses; after the hydrophone and depth charges were introduced, accompanying destroyers might attack a submerged submarine with some hope of success. Convoys slowed the flow of supplies, since ships had to wait as convoys were assembled. The solution to the delays was an extensive program of building new freighters. Troopships were too fast for the submarines and did not travel the North Atlantic in convoys. The U-boats had sunk more than 5,000 Allied ships, at a cost of 199 submarines. World War I also saw the first use of aircraft carriers in combat, with HMS Furious launching Sopwith Camels in a successful raid against the Zeppelin hangars at Tondern in July 1918, as well as blimps for antisubmarine patrol.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Unjustified Raid at Nine Zero (?)

MQM Raid

Written By: Miza Haque

As claimed by residents in the Azizabad area, Nine Zero, MQM’s headquarters, had been raided by the Rangers at around 4am in the night. Residents claim to have been woken up by loud noises of firing, abusing and chaotic screams. Rangers had taken the whole area into their account. They seized the area so that no one could enter or leave the premises.

The Rangers captured many of the party’s workers without warrants, however they did capture five workers who they say have been wanted for a long time and are assassins, this includes:

From Life to Death

Life and Death

Written By: Komal Aziz

A little baby gives his first cry of life
Not knowing anything about the problems he has to fight
Sometimes it would be as happy as it can be
But sometimes there would be nothing but hardships in sight
Go back to sleep child, you may not like this life.
For those who have it 
Try to die with all their might. 

Scattered Thoughts


Written By: Zahra Shafiq

People are fool.
False idea of healing.
They think time will heal. They tell others time will heal.
But NO.
Time doesn't heal anything.
Time seals it.
Huge difference, Uh?
Heal and seal.
Healing is curing
whereas
sealing is obstructing.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Hope and Smile



Written By: Sania Shaheen.


Hope Is The Thing
Mothers sitting in the light when it's dark outside,
remembering their sons, buried in the warm snow
Sisters weeping and daughters clenching their woolen dolls tight.
How news came about it.
No cry, no whimpering, just silent tears.
A smile on the face, with memories rolling down.
How worried she is for her land,
137 members down of the clan.
Gone, gone and gone. 
Knows her sacrifice will come up,
Its not just her, not it's not. 
Its other 129 mothers too,
Joining in the Hunger Games,
Everyone's a winner, or there's none at all...
She forget's everything and wipes off her tears
And smiles for her land.
People stare and mock, the smile never leaves.
But they can't steal what she had and has
And all she answers is
..a smile. 

Monday, March 9, 2015

Women - The Real Change

Women's Day

Written By: Minza Haque

A woman – she was created by God to be by the side of a man, not to be below him nor above him, just equivalent to him. Why is this statement so difficult to recognize by society?

I’m not a proper writer, just another teenage girl that has completely been outraged and has lost her mind after seeing the documentary ‘India’s Daughter’. For those of you who don’t know about it, here’s a highlight --- back in 2012, in Delhi, a 23 year old woman, Jyoti Singh, was returning home on a local bus with her friend and was brutally gang-raped by 6 men, who ended up murdering her. They then threw the woman and her friend out of the bus and they were discovered by a patroller. The woman was taken to the hospital, but her intestines had been disgustingly taken out and there were no chances of survival, and in 3 days’ time, she passed away. She left, but not without delivering a massively strong and opinion changing message.

The rapists claim to have done the woman a ‘favour’ as through this, they taught other young women a ‘lesson’ that they shouldn't be going out without a family member, mainly a man at night. They say, ‘a girl is far more responsible for rape than a boy’, someone please explain to me, how? Because I have tried looking at this from every possible aspect and have still failed to comprehend a logical explanation. Or maybe my problem is that I’m too open-minded and that I am receiving a proper education. Because I’m pretty sure some people who agree to this sickening statement will be thinking this.

What really got to me was how a so-called ‘educated’ lawyer, A.P. Singh, could go as low as first comparing women to precious flowers and then blaming women to be the cause of rape. Defending these rapists, he said, ‘I would've killed my daughter if she had gone out after 8pm.’ Now what woman wouldn't be influenced by this?

What do we look like to men? An object that can be played around with and not be affected? No man has the right to touch a woman, no matter how revealing her clothes are, no matter what state of mind she is in, no matter what time of the day it is. This is a woman’s ethical, moral and civil right. It’s absurd to even think of how lowly women are taken. We women run families, we are the ones that work day in, day out, not only at home, but in offices, we are the ones who everyone depends on, we are the ones that are blamed if something goes wrong, yet we’re still below men?

The sole reason many of us don’t care is because we choose to be ignorant about it, but why should we wait for it to happen with us or a loved one to take a step? We want to stay happy in our own lives, but what about the world around us? How do we know if our neighbouring lady isn't a victim to domestic violence? How do we know if the little girl working in houses isn't the next Einstein, but she doesn't have the right to go to school solely because she is a girl. Why is the mentality of the 21st century still so low?

The reason is within us. We think of ourselves, our families, not thinking what happens around us may affect us one day. We say times are evolving, but the truth is, until we educate men about what is and what is not a ‘right’, we can’t make a change. We need education. Not only for women who are deprived of it, but for those men who have degrees, yet no rational approach. We need to stand up, not to receive rights for ourselves, but for the people who are living in the dark. This is what I have learnt this women’s day; not that I’m a woman and I have my own rights, but that there are people that are underprivileged and I, being someone who has enough knowledge and resources, am what can lead to change.

We are the change. What matters is how we move towards it. And I for one am ready to do all that I can to attain it.

The Story of World War 1 (Part 2)

Serbian Campaign of World War 1

Confusion among the Central Powers.

The strategy of the Central Powers suffered from miscommunication. Germany had promised to support Austria-Hungary's invasion of Serbia, but interpretations of what this meant differed. Previously tested deployment plans had been replaced early in 1914, but the replacements had never been tested in exercises. Austro-Hungarian leaders believed Germany would cover its northern flank against Russia. Germany, however, envisioned Austria-Hungary directing most of its troops against Russia, while Germany dealt with France. This confusion forced the Austro-Hungarian Army to divide its forces between the Russian and Serbian fronts.

On 9 September 1914, the Septemberprogramm, a possible plan that detailed Germany's specific war aims and the conditions that Germany sought to force on the Allied Powers, was outlined by the German Chancellor, Theobald von Bethmann-Hollweg. It was never officially adopted.

Serbian campaign.

Austria invaded and fought the Serbian army at the Battle of Cer and Battle of Kolubara beginning on 12 August. Over the next two weeks, Austrian attacks were thrown back with heavy losses, which marked the first major Allied victories of the war and dashed Austro-Hungarian hopes of a swift victory. As a result, Austria had to keep sizable forces on the Serbian front, weakening its efforts against Russia. Serbia's defeat of the Austro-Hungarian invasion of 1914 counts among the major upset victories of the last century

This campaign had the youngest known soldier of World War I. Momčilo Gavrić, born in Trbušnica, joined the 6th Artillery Division of the Serbian Army when he was 8 years old, after Austro-Hungarian troops killed his parents, grandmother, and seven of his siblings in August 1914. At the age of 10 he was promoted to Corporal, and at the age of 11 he became a Lance Sergeant.

German forces in Belgium and France.

At the outbreak of World War I, the German army (consisting in the West of seven field armies) carried out a modified version of the Schlieffen Plan. This marched German armies through neutral Belgium and into France, before turning southwards to encircle the French army on the German border. Since France had declared that it would "keep full freedom of acting in case of a war between Germany and Russia", Germany had to expect the possibility of an attack by France on one front and by Russia on the other. To meet such a scenario, the Schlieffen Plan stated that Germany must try to defeat France quickly (as had happened in the Franco-Prussian War of 1870–71). It further suggested that to repeat a fast victory in the west, Germany should not attack through the difficult terrain of Alsace-Lorraine (which had a direct border west of the river Rhine), instead, the idea was to try to quickly cut Paris off from the English Channel and British assistance, and take Paris, thus winning the war. Then the armies would be moved over to the east to meet Russia. Russia was believed to need a long period of mobilisation before they could become a real threat to the Central Powers.

Germany attack on Belgium

The only existing German plan for any war had German armies marching through Belgium. Germany wanted free escort through Belgium (and originally the Netherlands as well, which plan Kaiser Wilhelm II rejected) to invade France. Neutral Belgium rejected this idea, so the Germans decided to invade through Belgium instead. France also wanted to move their troops into Belgium, but Belgium originally rejected this "suggestion" as well, in the hope of avoiding any war on Belgian soil. In the end, after the German invasion, Belgium did try to join their army with the French, but a large part of the Belgian army retreated to Antwerp where they were forced to surrender when all hope of help was gone.

The plan called for the right flank of the German advance to bypass the French armies (which were concentrated on the Franco-German border, leaving the Belgian border without significant French forces) and move south to Paris. Initially the Germans were successful, particularly in the Battle of the Frontiers (14–24 August). By 12 September, the French, with assistance from the British forces, halted the German advance east of Paris at the First Battle of the Marne (5–12 September), and pushed the German forces back some 50 km (31 mi). The last days of this battle signified the end of mobile warfare in the west. The French offensive into Southern Alsace, launched on 20 August with the Battle of Mulhouse, had limited success.

In the east, the Russians invaded with two armies, surprising the German staff who had not expected the Russians to move so early. A field army, the 8th, was rapidly moved from its previous role as reserve for the invasion of France, to East Prussia by rail across the German Empire. This army, led by general Paul von Hindenburg defeated Russia in a series of battles collectively known as the First Battle of Tannenberg (17 August – 2 September). But the failed Russian invasion, causing the fresh German troops to move to the east, allowed the tactical Allied victory at the First Battle of the Marne. The Central Powers were denied a quick victory in France and forced to fight a war on two fronts. The German army had fought its way into a good defensive position inside France and had permanently incapacitated 230,000 more French and British troops than it had lost itself. Despite this, communications problems and questionable command decisions cost Germany the chance of early victory.

Asia and Pasific in World War 1.

New Zealand occupied German Samoa (later Western Samoa) on 30 August 1914. On 11 September, the Australian Naval and Military Expeditionary Force landed on the island of Neu Pommern (later New Britain), which formed part of German New Guinea. On 28 October, the German cruiser SMS Emden sank the Russian cruiser Zhemchug in the Battle of Penang. Japan seized Germany's Micronesian colonies and, after the Siege of Tsingtao, the German coaling port of Qingdao in the Chinese Shandong peninsula. As Vienna refused to withdraw the Austro-Hungarian cruiser SMS Kaiserin Elisabeth from Tsingtao, Japan declared war not only on Germany, but also on Austria-Hungary; the ship participated in the defense of Tsingtao where it was sunk in November 1914. Within a few months, the Allied forces had seized all the German territories in the Pacific; only isolated commerce raiders and a few holdouts in New Guinea remained.

African campaigns.

Some of the first clashes of the war involved British, French, and German colonial forces in Africa. On 6–7 August, French and British troops invaded the German protectorate of Togoland and Kamerun. On 10 August, German forces in South-West Africa attacked South Africa; sporadic and fierce fighting continued for the rest of the war. The German colonial forces in German East Africa, led by Colonel Paul von Lettow-Vorbeck, fought a guerrilla warfare campaign during World War I and only surrendered two weeks after the armistice took effect in Europe.

Indian Army at World War 1

Indian support for the Allies.

Contrary to British fears of a revolt in India, the outbreak of the war saw an unprecedented outpouring of loyalty and goodwill towards Britain. Indian political leaders from the Indian National Congress and other groups were eager to support the British war effort, since they believed that strong support for the war effort would further the cause of Indian Home Rule. The Indian Army in fact outnumbered the British Army at the beginning of the war; about 1.3 million Indian soldiers and labourers served in Europe, Africa, and the Middle East, while both the central government and the princely states sent large supplies of food, money, and ammunition. In all, 140,000 men served on the Western Front and nearly 700,000 in the Middle East. Casualties of Indian soldiers totalled 47,746 killed and 65,126 wounded during World War I. The suffering engendered by the war, as well as the failure of the British government to grant self-government to India after the end of hostilities, bred disillusionment and fuelled the campaign for full independence that would be led by Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi and others.

Sunday, March 8, 2015

The long lost Neverland

Neverland

Funny as it is, few months ago there was nothing to do and I ended up writing so much, still there was a lot to write about. Life is busy now, a lot has been happening, even 24 hours in a day seem they are not enough but there is nothing to write about, its strange.

Even right now there is nothing in my mind to talk about, there are no feelings or any thoughts and to be fair I am finding it difficult to come up with words but still I want to write, I feel like writing. There must be a reason.

This feels like something.

Probably because I wrote something after a long time couple of days ago and it felt really good. Just like the good old days, whenever I used to write something even the stupidest and lamest of posts, that feeling after completing and posting, is something indescribable. 

This feels like, burden is off.

As soon as I will start typing, thoughts will flow, they will no matter what. I know. That's the beauty of it. That's the best part. You don't have to force anything, unlike when you are talking to people and you always have to come up with things to talk about, you have to force talk. Its so refreshing and relaxing.

This is like a drug, writing.

The typing of every word right in front of your eyes, reflecting on the events of the past, plans for the future. All the experiences. All the sharing you need to do. You actually talking to yourself, in whatever way you want, whatever you want makes you wonder if there is a better feeling ever.

This feels like a long lost hobby.

Those times when you don't write and you feel now you won't be able to write. But whenever you write you feel you are in the zone, you feel you belong, you feel that this is what you wanted and missed.

This feels like a remedy.

This darkness. Music. This is the best part. For everything that goes on, everything that you are afraid can happen this is the moment when you feel everything will be fine, everything will be alright, everything will work out. You actually feel better.

This feels like its magic.

Something that you know makes you feel better, or not even better, lets put it this way, it makes you FEEL. Yes, even that's more than enough. Just that tingling you feel inside you, this satisfaction that you have been able to write something, been able to share something, say whatever you wanted in your own way. 

This feels like my own little Neverland. 

Won't be surprised if no one understands this article. But for me It is just so exciting, like right now, when I am typing THIS sentence there is this slight smile on my face, and I can feel from the inside that I am happy, for some odd reason and maybe just for sometime. But this is all you need. happiness, a glimpse of happiness. I do, my own little Neverland. 

Friday, March 6, 2015

The Story of World War 1 (Part 1)

World War 1 maps

The First World War was a global war centered in Europe that began on 28 July 1914 and lasted until 11 November 1918.  Let us look at all the events that led to the war and the ones that took place during the war

Names of World War 1.

From the time of its occurrence until the approach of World War II, it was called simply the World War or the Great War, and thereafter the First World War or World War I.

Thursday, March 5, 2015

The Joker Life

Joker

Do good, do good, do good, do good, do good, make one mistake and you become the worst. Yeah.
Be nice, be nice, be nice, be nice, be nice and you say one thing wrong you become the worst. Yeah.
Be there, be there, be there, be there, be there and one time you can't be there you become the worst. Yeah.

In short you try and do all the right things, all the good things, all you can and one thing goes slightly wrong, here it is, everything you do for everyone is forgotten.

Hahah yes that's the joker life. Or maybe my life. Anyways.

There is this unknown fear in the heart, this negativity in my thoughts, this confusion in doing things, this sadness in the mood. But that's how the cycles of life are. To be honest, I don't know why I feel so weird these days.

Maybe it has something to do with me thinking about the past, or maybe it has to do with the depressing English weather, maybe it has to do with the kind of music that I am listening to these days, maybe it has something to do with the deteriorating health, maybe it is because less choice in the food, maybe it is because of the people who want me to act like a robot these days, maybe because I am observing too much or maybe I am expecting from people too much.

There is just too much pressure from everywhere and everyone. To be very very honest, I really don't feel like doing anything or talking to anyone these days.

It is not like there are no good or happy things happening in my life, God is kind and they are but hey, can you rant about happy things? No. I just want to rant about something.

Interesting thing is that when you talk about sad things they call it ranting, you talk about happy and good things in life they call it showing off, how crazy is this world, smh.

Even the University is boring these days, made new friends yes. But this new semester and the professors are so weird, last semester I actually felt like spending my nights at the university even and this semester I just feel like the lectures end as soon as possible. The burden is too much for me to handle in any case. Studies during day, work at nights, social work on the weekends and then my added luxury of tweeting all day makes things no better.

The short days and the weather doesn't help either. What else can a person do when its night as early as 4 PM and it rains and snows all the time and all you can do is to sit in a room and eat and sleep and just stare and just do nothing literally. Can't even go out for a walk let alone jogging or gym.

Cricket team isn't doing any wonders either or else there was at least one source of diversion, one thing to look forward to. You stay awake all night, don't sleep for two days and your team ends up losing like some drunks, proves you have a worst life for sure.

Well I even miss the people back home! This time had to come actually, I have been trying not to think about anyone back home but well, I am human. But its okay, it is not as if they miss me. I mean, in a way they'll be thankful in a way I am thankful they are thankful.

Or maybe I am always like this? Pretending happiness is like a hobby. Sometimes by being lame, sometimes by being stupid, sometimes by trying to be funny. But for how long? There is a limit.

Guess its about time I set myself free, guess its about time I stop caring about what people want and do what I want, guess its time to move on from so many things and people. Guess its about time I change the type of music I listen to, or maybe something better? cut myself off from everyone or at least shut up for now because nothing ever changes and the joker life goes on. 

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