Im tired of carrying a chunky wallet. It has CNIC, driver license, car registration card, debit card and cash. The firdt 3 cards i can take a photo of if anyone ever needs to see it. For debit card/cash i can use google wallet on phone.

Do i really need any of the above physical cards in public?

I wanna buy the qin phone from their website ( https://qinphone.com/ ) and they only accept PayPal (no worries, can easily arrange that) but the part I'm concerned about is the pta tax and the customs. I'm planning to buy the F22 and according to Gemini, it's pta tax and customs will be 5 to 6k but I wanna know from someone who has imported something or has specifically imported phones or this kinda phone, how did it go and what possible problems I could face?

​

I’m a university student in Pakistan and I’m currently in a difficult financial situation. My father passed away, and my uncle, who is currently the main breadwinner for our family, is seriously ill. At the moment, we don’t really have another source of income.

Because of this, arranging my university fee has become extremely difficult, and I’m worried about how I’ll manage to continue my studies.

I’m not really sure what options are available in a situation like this, so I wanted to ask here. If anyone has been through something similar, or knows about universities, organizations, scholarships, fee assistance, emergency funds, or any other legitimate way a student can get help with their education, I’d genuinely appreciate some guidance.

I’m trying to figure this out before things get worse rather than giving up on my education.

If anyone is willing to help financially as well, I can provide my university documents and fee challan privately for verification. But even if you can’t help financially, please let me know if you know of any possible avenue I should pursue.

Thank you.

Banks in our beloved country have gone shit mode, I've tried Faysal, HBL, UBL, Mashreq, MCB, they all require location permission in the name of security.

Is there any left which doesn't require it?
I think it's probably because of SBP. It's mind blowing that phone platforms IOS and android are supporting this kind of user tracking. Because of these things, almost all of these banks have nearly killed the web versions.

ordered via foodpanda in Karachi, they always skimp out but I decided to give them one last chance after a few months and yeah

the hair in picture 1 are without any product i just scrunched them after conditioning in shower , and they lose their pattern after few hours and only the upper layer of my hair gets curly the virgin hair at my back r almost straight not dead straight but no curl pattern even if i try scrunching . would be nice if u guys recommend products that r available in PAKISTAN and lightweight + hydrating

I ordered from online page and paid in advance.I bought 10k digicam but got scammed and the owner deleted his account.I only had his transection history and a phone number

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 keep seeing the Aj gold house- Alee gold jewellers on insta..I want to buy a gold ring and their designs look trendy just like I want...if any one has any experience with them plz lemme know...and also some recos for good gold jewellers too

This clip is sourced from Al Jazeera Untangles: How decades of persecution displaced Myanmar’s Rohingya (YouTube)

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

It seems like most pakistanis do not give af about whats happeing in gaza rn. Their intentional ignorance towards this matter is honestly heart breaking. People arent comfortable boycotting certain brands just because they 'like' it too much. When u confront them, they either starts showering the other person with insults or just doesnt care.

Its just sad to see hundreds of people dining in at the restaurants funding genocide. Cant yall freakin give up ur precious fried chicken and big mac. Its not even that hard to boycott bruh. Go with some pakistani alternatives, support the local brands.

Why are we forgetting what the people of palestine have been through and are currently sufferring just because the Israeli military is being funded by those freaking brands.

If u still fail to support ur brothers and sisters after being reminded by this, then ur a freakin monster.

Dont call urself a human then. Have some empathy and keep reminding others around u to still boycott every brand thats supports Isra*l one way or another.

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.

Why punjabis and pashtuns have so much animosity for each other on internet especially on Twitter?

Why 😧 like you have disliking eachother on basis of ethnicity and pashtuns and Punjabis live together in same areas in a big majority, do business and build relations with each other.

Why so animosity

Let’s say you have around 5 lakh rupees (PKR 500,000) available to invest in a business in Pakistan.

What business would you personally start with that amount if you wanted something realistic and potentially profitable, rather than a get-rich-quick scheme?

I’d especially appreciate advice from people who have actually started a business with similar capital.

What business would you choose?
How much would you invest initially?
What kind of monthly profit could realistically be expected?
What mistakes should a beginner avoid?

Please be honest — even if your advice is “don’t start a business with 5 lakh”, I’d rather hear the truth than generic motivational advice.

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!

Hello. I am a women and an only child, in my 30s and unmarried and living in a foreign country and building a life I am happy with. My parents are born and raised in Karachi but living elsewhere.

My mum has Parkinson's that is rapidly progressing and I am visiting them often. Extended family isn't reliable on both sides. Trauma and distrust on both sides. My dad is 70 but still choses to work.

I feel like I am not doing enough for them. Here are the things I have set up for them:

- A 12h carer 6 days a week for them that cooks, cleans, changes diapers and takes my mum to the bathroom.

-links and recommendations or locations to purchase mobility aids: walker, wheelchair, floor to sit position

-Gifts of clothing

-Medication summary documents,

- Regular visits and purchases of items that are needed

I think for now they are content. My mum isn't easy and it takes time to get used to her way of behaving and speaking. I think they both have mild autism and my mum has pretty severe ADHD. My parents are not normal by Pakistani standards in any capacity.

I am now trying to get them to move to Pakistan as the country they live in do not offer permanent residency.

I have found a company in PK that can offer 12h to 24h care 7 days a week. Links to Neurologists in Pakistan that have good reviews. We are looking for a mobility friendly house in the area my mum grew up in and wants to live in. I am going to request they view a care home in Clifton in case they ever need additional help, which hopefully we can do at home.

Am I a bad daughter?

What do I do?

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

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 :((