“A few years back outside of mama’s clinic, I happened to come across a ball of dirt lying next to our car. As I looked closer I saw that it had blood over it and it was shivering. Heart literally stopped. There was a newborn baby (cord intact) wrapped up in a dirty cloth (probably a few seconds after delivery), which someone had discarded in a pile of dirt. She had the most beautiful eyes. Just remember taking her to the Edhi centre where they gave beautiful baby, Muskaan, a bath and caretakers immediately fed her. Let’s never forget to go visit the orphanage sometime in our lives and meet those kids who were not as fortunate as us to have such loving parents and families. Cherish your daughters. They are the future of this city, our country and our duniya“
(via karachichaiwalla)

Alright, gather ‘round kids. It’s story time.

So, brokenwingsforabrokengirl (Marta) and I are really good tumblr friends and yesterday, she told me this amazing story that I just feel like sharing with the world (aka my followers).

She said that a few days ago, she had an English oral exam where the teacher shows you a picture and you have to talk about it and what it means to you. She got a picture with a Muslim man in it and he was being shot but instead of the bullet, there was the word “terrorist” on it. Marta talked about how unfair it is to call Muslims terrorist when terrorists kill so many Muslims, and how people are using the word terrorist wrong and how unfair it is for the Muslim population to be persecuted for something they didn’t do and how people think Islam is horrible and violent when actually it’s probably more peaceful than other religions and stuff like that (I’m quoting her directly here). 

The teacher asked her how she felt about it and if she thought it was unfair, and if yes, why. Marta gave her my example (which is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me). She told her about how I was a Muslim, a peaceful, young, Pakistani woman and how I shared stories on tumblr of how I felt about terrorism and shared photos of the families of the victims of the terrorists attacks, and how scared I was after the terrorists attacked the Army Public School in Peshawar, Pakistan. And how unfair it was to know that if I visited some other country like the US or some other place, I would hear stupid comments and people calling me a terrorist just because of my appearance and my religion.

Marta tells me her teacher couldn’t stop smiling while she was talking about me. Her teacher said that I must be a good person and she is glad I’m okay and that I’m expressing myself and sharing stories with the world. She told Marta that she was really happy that she thought that way about Muslims, and that she wished everyone could have a friend or at least know someone like me, just to see if society could change its mind about Muslims.

And I swear, I’ve been on cloud nine since Marta told me all this. It touched my heart, how she stood up for me, my religion and my people when she didn’t have to and how her teacher was as amazing as her, who wanted more people to think like she did. It amazes me, how nice and kind and compassionate some people are. I wish more people were like that.

Betel spatter, vulgar language, the city’s walls have survived through layers of filth accumulated over the years. But this year, things have changed for the better. Students from numerous schools and universities have taken it upon themselves to breathe a new life into Karachi’s walls. via Dawn.com