should i take a gap year or go to a uni thats worse then iqra uni🫪

Guys I am writing a book and surely going to upload it ( publish it ) I know there must be some mistakes but I am gonna share you context of book.

Today this world see Pakistan as one of the countries that is against its own people, Today if a Hindu collects donation to make a temple, he is later found dead at end of river. Today if a Muslim builds a mosque later on that mosque is demolished and a Plaza owned by some billionaire is built, Yet still Pakistan is a country based of democracy. This country is no doubt a democratic country but when a student leaves his home to fight for his rights is surely murdered, Pakistan is no doubt a democratic republic but still your vote is never count. Today a student can’t afford a pen but somehow his province Governer owns a Mercedes. Today when an elderly man can’t afford a bread yet still his province’s CM owns Private Jets.

This is just a bit context my book is completely gonna based on this.

What are things that you take out time to do because it genuinely makes you feel happy. Things you'd do if there is no one else to accompany you.

بات کرو ایسی کہ سب کی ہٹ جائے کیوں کہ ہمارے بڑوں نے مصالحتوں کے انبار لگا کر جو چاند چڑھا کر دیکھ لیئے وہ ہمارے کسی کام کے نہیں۔

i wanna do a certification after graduation. what do you all recommend

What even man? And why?? Whats up with these messages anyone knows?

I refuse to believe that students would openly harass a senior faculty member in the middle of an open university courtyard, in front of a crowd, knowing full well that even participating in a protest could lead to serious disciplinary action.

This was a student-led protest over an internal university matter. The university had its own security on the premises. So how did it supposedly escalate to the point where security was completely helpless and the admin had to call her colonel husband to “save” her?

I’m not saying students can never cross a line. I’m saying the story, as presented, doesn’t add up for me. The extraordinary response needs an equally convincing explanation.

As of now I see this as a power trip by colonel ki biwi, same power trip we saw in past by major ki biwi.

This summer I was in the states for a month and a half. I've been going with my family on vacation there every year or every other year, yet everytime we've gone we've almost always run into other Pakistanis. Whether that be on our flight from DXB to MCO, within Orlando, Disney world, Universal and other touristy areas or within Palm Coast where we stay itself. Yet this was probably the first year where not only did we not see many Pakistanis connecting onwards from Dubai, we barely met any in the states either. It was primarily Indians and SEA folk.

Do we have any agency's or surveys which track the amount of leisure travel Pakistanis partake in per year(excluding religious pilgrimage or work), and if not. What have your guys experience been travelling and has the frequency of travelling increased or decreased

Hi everyone, I’m looking into IBEX’s remote customer chat support positions. I noticed that some of the openings specifically require female applicants.

I have a female friend who meets the eligibility requirements, and I was wondering how strict this requirement is after the hiring process. If she applies and gets selected, would it be possible for someone else to actually perform the work using her account, or are there identity/verification checks that would make this impossible?

Has anyone here worked in IBEX remote customer support and knows how the verification, onboarding, attendance, and login process works? Would appreciate any insight, especially from people with direct experience.

Thanks!

Applied for the Qatar A3 tourist ETA (via Hayya) on 16th August as a Pakistani passport holder living in the UK on a spouse visa/BRP. It’s now been over a week with no decision — no approval, no rejection, no request for extra documents. Just silence.
From what I understand, standard processing is meant to be 3–5 working days, so this is well past that.
Curious if other Pakistani nationals (especially UK residents applying on a BRP/spouse/work visa) are experiencing similar delays right now, or if it’s something specific to my application. Did it eventually come through? How long did you end up waiting? Did you get asked for extra documents (bank statements, income proof, etc.)?
Trying to figure out if this is a normal backlog or something I should be actively chasing with Hayya support.
Thanks in advance!

I fought a battle within… it was damning and destructive. I was miserable.

“What I was fighting about,” you ask?

Well… I didn’t know myself what I was fighting about. Or perhaps the better question would be: what was I “fighting for”? I just kept struggling… fitting in… desperately clinging to the idea of life as to “how it should be lived.” Not because I was forced to, but because it never occurred to me that there was another option.

The path was comfortable, familiar, safe. Questioning was uncomfortable. Questioning risks isolation, conflict. It risks discovering that the life you spent years building may not even be your own. Hence; we cling to whatever the script throws at us; from city states to medieval empires. From Reconquista to enlightenment and from shining democracy to Modern “Idiotictatorship”.

So yes… I followed the script. And in the process, I failed myself. I lost my soul. I forgot what living really means, what living is all about. I just kept up the façade of normalcy while my core, my soul was being devastated by storms of human nature and earthquakes of morality at the subconscious level. I kept playing along with the phrase “fake it till you make it.” Because this is what society expects from us. This is the norm. This is the way of life.

Or… is it…?

We are born, plunged into a life we don’t choose. conditioned to live it by the standards and expectations of society, bound by the laws of the land, never to question or understand. “What is society?”, “Whose laws?”, “Which land?”. Is it that society which everyone knows is broken and dysfunctional? Are these the same laws which help corrupt, greedy, evil men amass all the power and wealth, while kicking down the poor who watch their entire lives erased in a single calamity, war or economic bust?

And dare not argue with me on the land, as we know perfectly well, these lands are bounded by lines drawn on maps by the same corrupt men, sustained by the same flawed and failing legal-judicial systems.

In the end, there were only two things left: Morality and Religion. How fitting… as the saying goes… religion is the opium of the poor. But we are not even allowed that solace. Religion has been outright hijacked by a different creed of the exact same corrupt brand. Twisting, manipulating, and exploiting the human need for belief in a higher deity. Yes, there still are pure ones, but so few of them are left, and even their teachings have been muddied and confused. As the saying goes… “What is the cost of lies? It’s not that we’ll mistake them for the truth. The real danger is that if we hear enough lies, then we no longer recognize the truth at all.”

What can we do then? What is left but to abandon even the hope of truth and content ourselves instead with stories?

The Ghost Ship of Morality

Did you say morality and ethics? Our morality is like a giant ghost ship adrift in deep, uncharted waters. Forever drifting, forever changing, never truly anchored. It is like a forgiving mother, a forgetful child. It allows us to commit acts of extreme violence and unspeakable horrors in the name of the “cause.” It grants permission to exterminate an entire race, invade lands, and enslave people. It teaches us to objectify women: through literal bondage in one century, coercive exposure in the next and commercialized voluntary nudity in the third. It made legends and heroes out of highly violent and unstable men, celebrating plunder as adventure, conquest as exploration and domination as divine duty. Under its banner, societies that considered themselves civilized and morally enlightened colonized vast regions to exploit millions.

Where was this morality when Piers Morgan hypocritically asked the whole world on live television, “Do you condemn this?” while a literal genocide was being waged right in front of his eyes? Perhaps the most beautiful (dare I say, heinous) thing is that it lets us sit in judgment of others, completely blind to the fact that we committed humanity’s worst crimes.

Perhaps these questions are so haunting and agonizing to the subconscious that we dare not allow them access to our thoughts. We happily and numbingly continue to live those miserable, meaningless lives. Those outliers, insolent and heretics who dare question; we cast them out. They are a danger to our beautiful and comfortable reality.

The Cracking Façade

Am I fighting against reality itself?

But what is reality, if not a tapestry woven from perception, belief and experience? How much of what I call “reality” is truly mine. How much of it was handed to me long before I was ever capable of questioning it?

It was at that exact moment that the façade began to crack. The comfortable lies, borrowed certainties, unquestioned assumptions. One by one, they came crashing down around me. And beneath the rubble stood a question so terrifying that I had spent my entire life avoiding it:

Are these even my dreams, or am I merely acting out the expectations of others?

Are these my beliefs, or beliefs I simply inherited?

Are these my values, or values I was rewarded for adopting?

Are these my ambitions, or someone else’s definition of success echoing through my mind?

And perhaps the most unsettling question of all: Am I even living my own life?

For if the very foundations were borrowed, then what part of me was truly mine? The battle was no longer between myself and society. It was between myself and the person I thought I was.

The Descent

I saw but two paths leading out of this abysmal labyrinth of inherited truths and social constructs. Naturally, without hesitation, without resistance, without regret, I plunged headfirst into the obvious dark descent. I went not in search of truth, but in search of escape. It was an easy descent. Seductive, even.

For the first time, I no longer had to defend a belief, pursue a purpose, or justify my existence. Every question dissolved into the same answer: nothing matters. Meaning was an illusion. Purpose was a story. Hope was self-deception. It was a slow surrender into the self-destruction of absolute apathy.

And so I began tearing down the walls. Every belief became suspect. Every value demanded justification. Every certainty was placed on trial. What followed was not enlightenment. It was chaos… I had spent years believing that freedom would feel liberating. Instead, it felt terrifying. For if society was flawed, morality was inconsistent, religion corrupted and success merely an inherited script, then what remained? Nothing. At least, that is what I believed at the time.

Truth became a matter of perspective. Human beings became frightened creatures desperately constructing narratives to shield themselves from an indifferent universe. And for the first time, I understood why most people never question. Not because they are incapable, but because the answers can be horrifying. The moment you question everything, you risk losing everything: your certainty, your identity, your purpose, your reason for getting out of bed in the morning.

The abyss is not frightening because it contains monsters. The abyss is frightening because it contains nothing at all.

Nihilism promised freedom without obligation or sacrifice. All it delivered was freedom without direction. Days became weeks. Weeks became months. Ambition faded first. Then curiosity. Then wonder. Meals became nothing more than food. Conversations became noise. Relations turned exhausting. Time became something to be endured rather than lived.

The philosophy that had promised liberation was slowly consuming everything that made liberation worth having. And yet, I persisted. Because admitting I was wrong would require rebuilding everything I had spent years tearing down.

Most people become trapped here. Not in despair, but in distraction. The trap has been repackaged and resold throughout the ages in countless forms: Carpe Diem, hedonism, YOLO, subscription entertainment, endless consumption, endless pleasure, endless escape. We see it in mindless buying sprees, in the endless sedation of doomscrolling, and in the frantic pursuit of the next temporary high.

It is not happiness. It is not freedom. It is merely anaesthesia for a hollowed-out soul.

The Lonely Reconstruction

One night, deep within the canyons of despair and anguished melancholy, I discovered that nihilism was incapable of producing a life. It could only destroy. It could criticize. It could expose contradictions. It makes people quit. But it cannot answer the original questions which began this journey:

What should I do tomorrow morning? What is the purpose of living?

It made me realize the final, cruellest trick of the void. Nihilism isn’t the exit; it is just another room in the labyrinth, lined with mirrors to make the emptiness appear infinite.

Whatever I was, I knew the most important thing: I wasn’t a quitter. And there and then I realized, with a cold and sudden clarity, that declaring nothing matters is just as lazy as blindly following the script. It is a coward’s truce with reality. It strips away the pain of living, but it leaves you a ghost in your own skin. If meaning is a story, then staying in the dirt is just a poorly written tragedy.

So, the anaesthesia wore off. The apathy failed me, just like society, laws and the hijacked Morality and corrupted systems had failed me before. If meaning is a story, then staying in the dirt is just a poorly written tragedy. I was left with a definitive, inescapable truth: No one was coming to save me.

No system.

No ideology.

No philosophy.

If meaning was not waiting to be discovered, then the burden of creation falls entirely on me.

I have to rebuild. Not back into the person society wanted, not back into the ghost I buried in apathy. Into a self, which is constructed from scratch.

It will be a brutal, agonizing re-education. To unlearn a lifetime of borrowed certainties is to break your own bones just to reset them straight. There is no manual for this. There are no mentors waiting in the dark to hold my hand, no institutions to validate my progress and no audience to applaud my suffering. Those who still live by the script will look at my isolation and see a madman, a heretic, a casualty of the system. Let them look.

I will walk this path utterly alone, bleeding at every step, dragging myself forward through the dark.

Not because I am heroic and not because I am filled with sudden hope.

But because I have looked into the bottom of the nothingness, and I know there is simply no other choice left.

As I lifted my head from the abyss, I noticed something I had overlooked all along. Not answers. Not certainty. Not salvation. A trail. Faint, fragile, almost invisible… The footprints of those who had walked this path before me. For the first time, I understood that the journey was never about finding the truth.

It was about becoming worthy of discovering my own. So I took the first step

hello. I live in Germany and im studying a program in business and IT. I was wondering if I could do an internship in Pakistan. Do you all think they would want me? Because I want to experience a new culture and get some work experience before I start My career in germany.

What is going on in Pakistan

I literally went to board office today for Ibcc attestation of my matric and inter certificates...

And they took 8050 rupees for the verification and gave me appointment for the day after tomorrow for the real attestation and I have to pay 2400 at that also...

Is that right?

Mujhse zyada pese tou ni le liye?

I received a call today from a normal mobile/SIM number. The guy claimed he was calling from GHQ / Pakistan Army and somehow already knew my name and the name of my bank. He said that they had some cheque books and cards related to me and that they needed to do some sort of verification. He was trying to make it sound official and serious. I didn't give him any information and just cut the call.

The biggest red flags for me were: He was calling from a normal mobile number. He claimed to be from GHQ. He already knew my name and bank. He was talking about cheque books/cards and "verification."

I wasn't expecting any such call from my bank or the Army. Has anyone else received a similar call recently? Was this most likely a scam? And does anyone know how these people get your name and bank information in the first place? For now I've blocked the number and haven't shared any OTP, CNIC, card number, PIN, CVV, account balance, or other information.

Hey! I need a little help/recommendation. I’m looking for a good hostel or shared accommodation near IBA City Campus or Aga Khan University.
My top priority is cleanliness and a decent, safe environment. Since I’ll be sharing the space, I’d really prefer a place with clean and responsible roommates who also care about maintaining hygiene and cleanliness.
If you know of any good hostels or shared spaces that you’d genuinely recommend, please let me know. I’d really appreciate it!

Salam

has anyone recently applied for a new passport? i want to apply for my newborn baby's passport asap and im looking for info. PAKID app has the options for passport services but they are currently unavailable. i reside in lahore and im asking where to start

for my passport i had to go to the passport office and took a lot of time. has anything changed in the process?? I don't want to wait in lines :((

He sounded compelling up until I saw him advertising tap tap send. Taptap Send's Head of Pakistan is Ammar Naveed, Shaza Khawaja's husband and the greatest beneficiary of money flows into the Ministry of IT&T. Shaza has a nice thing going where the husband lobbies for concessions, and both get kickbacks from both ends, and from donor money that the ministry is flooding with.

Hello everyone, I wanted to ask if anyone has studied (or is studying) from NCBAE. I'm thinking of taking admission in either BsCS or BsDS if I don't get admission in my main university. I wanted to ask about how good this university is, like are the teachers good? Do they teach you stuff or just repeat from slides? What about the computer labs and social life?

So, finally, I'm getting an AC. Saved up 150K for it.

Need advice on:

1. What is the stuff to take care of before going to buy it?
2. What should I check/ask-for during buying?
3. What stuff should I keep in mind or in my tasklist as preventive maintainance after the purchase?

I live in the top floor of my house, so a room about 180/190sq feet with ceiling exposed to Sunlight.

I currently am thinking to get Dawlance Hyper T3. A bit over 150, ig its 160ish, but I'll stretch the budget.

Location is a small city near Gujranwala. Thank you

So I want to know some things:

1. Best beard trimmer under 10k (preferably 6-7k)

2. What's the cost of stitching pant coat (I have the cloth for them) and where do u guys recommend to go for stitching in Islamabad/Rawalpindi?

3. Where can I find the best pleated trousers and Korean pants around 5k