It was her last duty hour.She checked her wrist watch fourth time in last ten minutes.She hastily checked up on her patients,picked her bag having her new dress which she collected from tailoress early morning so that no one could see her in tailoress shop.She wrote a note to head nurse written NAADIR at the end and handed over to other male nurse and left hospital.

IT was saturday and every saturday evening she had to leave hospital early.
Saturday evenings were always her favourite.She was so happy as if flying in the fairy meadows or diving in the pure waters deep inside an ocean.

“Salam Amma”,she entered in the house,poured a glass of water in her empty stomach and without any delay she entered her room and locked her up.After 10 minutes she was ready.Holding her dupatta in place on her head she was looking gorgeous in that pink dress.

She was only child to her mother.When she was borned her father left them.She and her mother were only residents of this small house situating in the end of this 12th street of Noor Muhallah.

Anyway.”Forget it”,she said to herself,wore Amma’s burqa quickly and went out of home saying goodbye to amma.

EVERY SATURDAY evening she used to go to QS ( Qayoom’s Studio) in 11th street to get her beauty captured.She trusted Qayoom most among all the men in this world.She didn’t know if it was love or what but Qayoom was her special one if there existed any.

She entered his studio,there was already a girl standing there.Qayoom was developing that girl’s photos.Qayoom smiled back to her and asked her to wait.After 5 minutes Qayoom was capturing her smile,her beauty and she was like “This is me,a complete beautiful girl”.Meanwhile Qayoom’s phone rang.He went out of room to attend the incoming call.After seven minutes she was out of her patience.She got closer to Qayoom’s incoming voice from outside although she still couldn’t see him.

He was talking and laughing hilariously.”Aray nahi yaar,jb bhi naya suit silwata hy aurton wala to tasveer khinchwaanay aata hy.HA-HA-HA.B*,Bara e fit KHUSRA hy.Yahan qareeb e aik hospital men naadir hy mgr meray studio men naadira.HA-HA-HA.”

HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA these were the only words echoing in her ears.She couldn’t hear anything anymore.
She was naadir for society but being naadira was her dream.Everyone in this society was free to follow their dream except the one WHO WAS NAADIR BUT WANTED TO BECOME NAADIRA.
She had done nothing wrong but was all wrong for everyone.She was not fake still fakest for all.She was done with this life.For the next moment and for rest of her life she was a “GONE GIRL” for 12th street of noor muhallah,her hospital,her city and even her bravest and loving Amma.She had to be gone because she was a fit KHUSRA.




IT was 20th time in the same day when i saw those three magical words,written on almost everything,

in washroom,on plates.under bed,on the ceiling,on mobile phone. I mean everywhere. After a tiring day

when i came home mother was also angry with  me. At the end of  a looooong speech  when she asked

“what do you think? Am i not a human? Am I made up of stone?”

those three magical words slipped from my blunt mouth at the wrong time and at wrong place.

MADE IN CHINA“…….. (oops)


Wandering carelessly here and there,with rhythmic steps,smile on face and shine in eyes,in a crowd of friends,I

was close to canteen. I did not bother the staring and starving eyes on me. I bought few chocolates from canteen

and was back on my way when I encountered a beggar kid. He was staring at chocolates in my hands. With in no

time, I don’t know why, I gave all of them to him and he was just……… SURPRISED. He said

“wow, sister! I didn’t even taste such chocolates ever. I don’t know even how these chocolates smell like. I am

very grateful to you for this. May GOD give you what you want”….

Then I thought that happiness doesn’t demand dollars always. It may be a thing,worthless in my

hands but precious in some other hands. it can be a chocolate……..


Sitting in front of t.v,wet eyes,shivering legs,stuck lips…..


news anchor:  early morning,5 years old girl found dead in a

private park after sexually assaulted…..


now what to do??


just my tears can’t help that girl,they can’t take her back,they

can’t cure her soul….

I am alive,but helpless.i don’t have words to express my feelings

for that little soul and then for that……….. i just want him dead.

i just want him to be hanged.you know why?????


because i am a girl too.if my sister is nude that means i am nude,

if she is sexually assaulted means i am sexually assaulted….

and each and every girl of this universe is too….

so we THE SEXUALLY ASSAULTED GIRLS are going to enjoy

our misfortune.

you THE RASCALS! just go on playing with us

and our dear DEAD BROTHERS! you don’t need to

come out of your graves.right?



to all of my “earth people”,saying goodbye


my dear earth friends!

I have decided to go to super earth,the planet nearby my earth,nearly

similar to earth.as i have got invitation from one of my friends already

there.I enjoyed the time,I spent with you, have learned many useful

lessons for rest of my life.I took this decision reluctantly as i love my

planet earth.i love each and every bit of it. but you people don’t like

me.you have made your own boundaries and I am not allowed to

cross these even not if i love you. I am feeling so down at this leaving


i got hurt many times on earth but not a single one from you

approached me to soothe me,to console me…..

you discriminated me each and every time,either it is my religion or

my country.you don’t like me to be identified by you people.

i hate boundaries,and i want to live like a butterfly……

so………….. it is over now.goodbye from my side.I shall miss you

all.love you.


an ordinary earth girl,

eastern cottage,MUSLIM street,earth,solar system.



this white one,has no black spot of your hatred on it for me……

and then look my earth………………………………………….

girlish fantasy…

everyone has his own kind of fantasy.someone wants to be a fairy

some other one wants to be Bill Gates,it depends on your desires,

your preferences in life and on your dreams.its not like that i am not

satisfied with what i am but due to some very very  “SO CALLED”

disciplined people around me i am compelled to have such a weird

fantasy.i ‘ll call it weird because to alter one’s personality is not a

simple task to do.for me its like to be like SELENA GOMEZ OR

ANGELINA JULIE which is next to impossible….

i want to be a disciplined girl who

1) whenever put on a blanket,don’t interchange the sides of blanket

fixed for head and feet.means whole night should pass deciding

whether it is head’s side or of feet.right.

2) belch in a low voice.(even not to irritate elder sister) 😦

3) laugh supersonically. (can’t be heard by humans)

4) don’t sit on sofa or bed with thud. (its not fair)

5) don’t lie down on sofa.

6) don’t eat while resting her head on any support.(not even on

mother’s shoulder)

7) don’t smell shoe polish,bonding gums,new pages,new shoes,

kerosine oil,petrol and even not the smoke coming out of any

vehicle’s engine.

8) don’t bite lips.

9) don’t sleep like a frog.but legs must be straight.(“frog”is now my

nick name due to this habit) 😦

10) don’t walk carelessly but straight and erect.

i am not  such a disciplined person.are you? what to do? suggest  me.


i don’t know about showbiz very much.i don’t know about

direction,production or any such field regarding showbiz.

but i want to request or plead all the channels that please set some

standards regarding vulgar advertisements or atleast fix their

timings so that minds of our kids don’t be polluted.like a few days

ago i was watching a religious program on national t.v. it was

about our HOLY PROPHET (S.A.W), during that holy program,

almost ten times an advertisement of hair removing cream was

on the screen and it was the most irritating moment of my life.

what would be your feelings when you are thinking about

spirituality and in the next moment,before your eyes,there would

be a girl almost nude and….. (silence)

my appeal to all channels is that there must be a code of conduct

according to which ads and programs are telecast.

please please please please do consider following points.

1) don’t telecast ads on the channel that can be seen by young

minds.like national geography,cartoon network,pogo,discovery

channel,food channels and all such channels in which young ones

have interest.

2)don’t play any ad atleast during any holy program.ATLEAST.

3)play these ads just on t.v drama channels or channels of adults’


4)fix a time for these vulgar ads or ads of adults’ stuff on all the


5) for kids’ channels make simple and decent ads please.

on the name of awareness please don’t pollute minds of our future

our children,our young ones,OUR LIFE…. please.

and you people! please condemn such ads.please.

because i am a…

since last year  i have some behavioral changes

1) i sleep at my own bed but awake from my mother’s bed…. i don’t

know which one moves at night,my bed or me myself,but it

happens almost everyday…

2) i walk in the zigzag manner… i promise i am not a goat…

3) you come to me,i look at you,look…. look…. look…. look…. and

you think that i can just look and you gather a crowd around me

to have a look.

4) infront of mirror i don’t look at my lips,my nose,my hair,

my figure…. i see reflection of the spider moving on the wall,

capturing its prey… i am just a geek… i know.

5) i get worst grades,my teachers advise me to give up studies,my

fellows make fun of me.i can’t study but inspite of that i observe

best,i perform best because i am a


are you?

behind success is…

there is a woman behind the success of every successful man.but

this holds for just men.in general there is something else behind

the success  of every famous personality independent of sex of

that person.that special thing is



whenever i get depressed and i need to take rest,i hold my

cell phone and go to the the most peaceful corner of my

house,(where there is no one to disturb me,to tease me,to dictate

me that how i should sit or lie down,to scold me,to ask questions to

me… etc) ,and call my best friend.in such a peaceful corner of my

house there is a  mirror.

whenever someone says  “rida! why don’t you wear braces?”,i get

depressed,i go to that corner,take a deep breath,see right into my

eyes through mirror and then smile.ohhhh such a beautiful smile

i have ;-).so what  if my teeth are irregular? no one is perfect in this

world. right?

i sit on the stool there and think my sweetest moments of life,when

i laughed,when i smiled.and then these thoughts are expressed in

my poetry.and i became a poetess in this way by thinking while

sitting in that corner….

that peaceful corner is my WASHROOM 😉


if there would be no washroom then

1) there would be no Atif Aslam,no Akon,no Cris Brown or in other

words no bathroom singer and you can imagine the situation

of music industry then 😉

2) what do you think that how Veena Malik  do such a soothing

massage? its just due to the experience she got in washroom 😉

3)physicists are thankful to the washrooms that they exist

in this world.physics applys on flush system,on shower system,on

taps,on mirrors, even on the level of water in the lota… 😉 so i

,as a physicist,love to apply physics in washrooms.cheap and

assessable 😉 agree?

4) washroom is the basis of showbiz. your mother will throw you

and your make up stuff out of the house if you stand in front of

mirror more than five times a day.its just washroom which helped

models to reach the heights.( models! please i am so delicate,can’t

bear the stamps of your sandals.forgive me please. 😦   )

5) examination of most of diseased body parts is taken in these

peaceful corners to diagnose the disease.i hope you would have

understood. 😉 like when ever i  say to my friend that uff hina!

how much weight you have gained na…. haaaw. she rush towards

washroom so that no one can see that weight she has gained 😉

hehehe.it helps doctors na 😉

washroom has made a lot of  well known personalities in this way….

so consequence is:-in general behind success of every successful

person there is a washroom… ( if it has enough qualities to cope

with the filth we produce there) hehehe

what is your opinion? 🙂 let me know please.

(oh someone is knocking… wait mom! just washing hands… 😉    )


i hate that part of lecture when professor starts yelling


and then turn to boys

“yaar! sara mood kharab kr diya ab yeh hamara kaam to nai hay na k books uthatay phiren.yeh larkiyan b na”…

i ‘ll kill such a husband,i ‘ll take revenge of my insult if son-in-law of my mother would be a professor.why is this a duty of  just girls to have book of every subject in their bags? why boys are free to come with a single ball point? and sometimes they don’t have even a ball point. (mar jaanay).

and whenever i go with book of that subject,same professor almost snatches  that book from me and gives to his favourite boy and yells again at me


i ‘ll kill such a husband.i ‘ll take revenge of my insult if son-in-law of my mother would be such “BROTHER” of mine.

professor! why this kolaveri di????? 😦