Zahra speaks

Twelve years ago, my life changed completely. It was a fine day of spring when I went into surgery. I remember feeling a crisp breeze. Not too hot or cold. It was pleasant. The night before the surgery, I kept searching about my condition on a small-screen phone. It was difficult to sleep. The next day, I woke up with an unknown strength of facing the unknown. I don't know why I wasn't scared anymore. Perhaps with divine intervention, the 16-year-old Zahra had prepared herself for the big battle. Right before entering the operation theatre, I remember my late uncle cheering me up. Trying to make me forget what was going to happen. But, I was okay. My life has not been the same since I got out of that operation theatre on the 4th of April 2011. I never thought it was going to be something long-term, but I owe a lot to this day. I call it the day of my rebirth in the same lifetime. It is a day that transformed me, made me strong, and maybe a little wise. This day marked the begin

There has been a huge outrage about the movie Joyland and its storyline. Ever since this movie made its way to Cannes 2022, numerous controversies and conspiracy theories have surrounded it. To add fuel to the fire, Joyland also bagged Queer Palm prize for best LGBTQ, queer, or feminist theme movie at Cannes. As the year progressed, this movie kept making its mark in different international film festivals worldwide for its bold content and controversial storyline. The local media had a mixed response to the movie, but the hype was obviously built through constant reporting and coverage. It got me intrigued and curious about the movie. Therefore, I watched Joyland. The verdict In the first fifteen minutes of the movie, I was hooked on the storyline and characters. They seemed authentic and relatable. As the story progressed, it completely lost the original relatability factor. The story is packed with so many elements that you somehow lose track of the main plot. It is difficult to focu

Once I was listening to a motivational speech by an influential person, and she said when a person does not cry while narrating their ordeal, and struggles, they have truly overcome it. While listening to the speech, something did not sit right with me. I don't agree with the idea of labeling crying as a sign of weakness. On the contrary, I feel expressing pain is very important to maintain a healthy emotional process. One cannot completely stop feeling pain so there is no point in deliberately refraining from it just to pose "strong" in front of the world. The motivational speaker missed an important point; crying is the ventilation of the soul. I just want to ask one question, how can someone stop crying about a pain that once ached their entire existence? With time, the nature of expression might change, but the pain exists. "Remember? The first thing we did after opening our eyes to this world was to cry!" I once read a book where the author associated tears

Last week, I went to the mall and had to stop at a children's shop. The first thing that caught my attention was this barbie box. Without any hesitation, I stopped and watched this amazing manifestation of inclusion. It is so incredible to integrate persons with disabilities into the toys because these are the first instruments of socialization for children. When a child looks at a Barbie in a wheelchair, they would normalize it when they grow up. The imprint of toys on a child's mind is unmatchable, and the promotion of inclusion through toys makes me so happy.  It is very important for the children to know that people use wheelchairs because of different reasons. I came across many children who thought my wheelchair was a car, or an object of amusement, and what disturbed me was the fact that the parents were unable to explain the normalcy of people in wheelchairs. They could not explain why I was in a wheelchair, and just skipped the topic with an apology. I did not need an

I n the yesteryears, Pakistani films have been iconic, and vivid. The likes of Waheed Murad, Sultan Rahi, and Madam Noor Jahan have vastly contributed to the integrity of the industry. However, things changed and we lost our essence. For many years, there was a vacuum of good films. Luckily, the scourge broke up and we got great films like Bol that made a mark globally. The state of filmmaking in Pakistan depends on the youth. Like every other field, the youth is responsible to revive the glory of the cinema. Recently, I met a young, talented filmmaker from Lahore, Mehroz Amin. We collaborated on a project and I explored so much of the undiscovered talent of the country. Apparently, we feel there is no hope and nothing good is happening, but it turns out we are wrong. Many people are tirelessly working to develop quality content and they are also making a mark. Mehroz directed a film called Tumhari Pam Pam. When I met him and discovered his incredible work, I was astonished. Especially

What is the perfect formula to live a happy life? This question has been moving around from generation to generation, and yet there is no real answer. Everyone has a definition of happiness. Some people find material success as a source of bliss, and others may only settle on a plate full of a good meal. There is no correct answer to this question. Pause for a moment and think about the things that make you happy. For you, what is the definition of happiness? The roots of happiness are deeply ingrained in who you are as a person. Some people have professional goals and whenever they step up the ladder, they feel contentment, but is it true happiness? I don't think so. This blog is not pessimistic. I am not trying to imply that no one can ever be happy. The point is to discuss a very crucial subject that has affected many lives, especially in the past few years. The pandemic really got us thinking, and the after-effects are still clear in our behavior.  There is a very popular story

Some days are incredibly special in your life. They change the way you look at everything and for me, it was 4th April 2011. It was the day when I got into a major spinal surgery aiming to decompress my spine from a giant cell tumor on the C7-T1 level. I remember vividly lying down in my hospital bed the night before my surgery. Touch screen phones with not very common and we had one of those phones where you navigate the screen through the keypad. I searched about my surgery, the procedure, the side effects, and basically, what can go wrong. It was numbing and after a point, I was terrified. That night, I couldn't sleep. The uncertainty had captured my existence. Nothing seemed to help, therefore, I started praying. The only thought in my mind was, what if I die tomorrow? I started seeking forgiveness and looking back at my journey. Who I was and what had happened? It was overwhelming and sleep was nowhere to be found.  One of the most interesting things that happened the night be