tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80965360309129047352026-10-01T14:41:23.319-04:00Welcome to 'World Affairs and Beyond." Come, journey with us as we explore the multifaceted dimensions of our shared global reality.Sobia Nosheen Salehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04937657782878946203noreply@blogger.comBlogger407125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096536030912904735.post-6546109843408582172026-10-01T14:30:18.826-04:002026-10-01T14:41:23.319-04:00

We are taught to believe that war is born from ancient hatreds, religious differences or territorial disputes. We are told that nations go to war to defend freedom or stop tyranny. But beneath the patriotic rhetoric, there is another layer; economics.War is not only fought on battlefields. It is also reflected in oil markets, defence contracts and stock exchanges.When geopolitical stability is

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To all of your younger siblings and your younger cousins:When someone deliberately turns you against the eldest sibling or an elder in your family, understand what is really happening. You are being deprived of a relationship that could have given you so much: guidance, protection, wisdom, support, opportunities, love, and someone who may have stood beside you when others would not.And remember

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In family dynamics, there is often one cousin who is the eldest, the most educated, and the most independent. Instead of encouraging her, some of the younger cousins grow jealous. When an external power appears, they align themselves with that outside force, thinking it will help them bring down the one who stands tall. But in reality, by giving the outsider a foothold, they all lose. They weaken

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The idea may sound extreme at first. It may even sound like something taken from a science fiction film. Yet technological advancement is moving at a pace that forces us to ask uncomfortable questions. Brain computer interface technology is no longer theoretical. Companies such as Neuralink, founded by Elon Musk, are actively developing implantable devices designed to connect the human brain

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In my humble opinion, Imran Khan should be released from prison; and not later, not eventually, but now. This is no longer merely a legal or political issue. It has become a matter of national stability, public confidence, and the future peace of Pakistan. Imran Khan is not an ordinary political figure. He carries the support of millions who see him as their representative and their hope for

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As a Pashtoon born in Pakistan, I have always felt a deep connection with the Pashtoons across the border in Afghanistan. Our language, traditions, and shared history bind us together in ways that transcend political lines. We celebrate the same culture, carry the same pride in our ancestry, and cherish the same values of honour, courage, and hospitality. But while our roots may intertwine, our

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In life, we often believe we are nurturing a beautiful garden, unaware that the protective gloves we wear shield us from painful realities. For me, those gloves represented my brother, competitive and favoured by our mother. My younger siblings, whom I once believed to be the tender flowers of our family, turned out to be the thorns, pricking and hurting my brother in ways I could not see. In my

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One fine afternoon, I decided to meet Baba Jee. I went to his humble abode, but his caretaker informed me that Baba Jee was sitting by the stream, approximately half an hour away. So, I walked all the way and found Baba Jee sitting under a tree by the stream on a fine rug. He was happy to see me and jokingly asked, "Is your friend from Lahore still around?""No, Baba Jee," I replied, "he left for

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My friend Siraj requested me to take him to Baba Jee, so I did. Baba Jee doesn't want to be a public figure, so people don't know him as such. Only a few travellers like myself, who have come across him, know where he can be found. As we arrived at Baba Jee's modest abode located in the north of Pakistan near Afghanistan, he greeted us warmly, his face lighting up with a welcoming smile. He

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I first met Baba Jee in the rugged mountains of Landikotal in the Khyber Pakhtunkhwa province of Pakistan. He was an immigrant from Afghanistan, having fled the turmoil during the USSR war. Over the years, he had been adopted by a wealthy landlord in the tribal belt of Pakistan and had become a Pakistani citizen. Baba Jee, a man of deep wisdom and quiet strength, speaks Pashto and Dari, and I am

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In the world of games, at age just two,A child begins a cunning debut.Concealment, distraction, teasing play,Skills of deceit find an early way.Lies not rigid, but surprisingly free,Mimicking adults, yet with a child's glee.Building images of competence, so keen,Creating bonds and saving face, unseen.Complex lies, a face-saving art,At two and a half, they subtly start.Bravado, corrections, blame

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In this hurried life, why the constant tension?Are we wary of the divine's benevolent intervention?Why the need to scheme, to outshine, to outdo?Does deceit really pave the way to triumph we pursue?Why the urgency to cheat, to cunningly deceive?Do we believe success requires others to grieve?Why the impatience, the lack of self-command?Does the rush to victory obscure life's fancy strand?In this

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During my last trip to the tribal region in the north of Pakistan, I found myself once again in the company of Baba Jee before heading back to Karachi. His dwelling, a simple abode, welcomed me with a warmth that transcended its humble surroundings. As I approached, I noticed Baba Jee seated on a worn rug in his mud courtyard, soaking in the golden sunlight."Baba Jee, it's good to see you again,"

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I feel profound gratitude for the nights that gracefully transformed into mornings, each moment etching itself into the canvas of my heart. Those late hours, bathed in shared laughter and intimate conversations, hold a special place in my soul. They forged connections that transcend mere friendship, evolving into bonds as resilient and comforting as family ties. In the quiet transition from

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In a world of transactional hearts,Where love seems to play its part,I ponder on what's real and true,Is there a love that's pure and new?They say to marry for love’s warmth,Yet what I see is a different case,A romance with terms and conditions,Leaving me with lingering suspicions.In this dance of give and take,Is there a love that won't forsake?I long to find a love so sincere,One that's not

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In the beginning, a whisper of time,A fraction so small, a cosmic rhyme.The Universe birthed, a grand display,Inflation danced, expanding its way.Faster than light, a cosmic race,Inflation's sprint, a vast embrace.Driven by vacuum energy's might,Expanding swiftly, out of sight.A blink in time, a moment brief,From atom's cradle to stadium's relief.Inflation waltzed, a fleeting spree,Transforming

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Journey through life's unpredictable twists, Discover the power of forgiving mists. In the steaming dance of time, Compassion's rhythm, a soothing rhyme. Explore the realms of hearts set free, Release the burden of enmity. A poetic tale of forgiveness' art, Healing wounds, a fresh start. Embrace the love, let grudges fade, Life's brief moments, in kindness laid.© Sobia Nosheen (13th

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Life is like a journey with twists and turns, Love is a lesson, and each heart yearns. "If you are unsure," people say, Just wait for love to come your way. Don't feel too sad, don't wear a frown, True love's test won't let you down. When someone special comes into view, That's when you'll know what love can do. It's fine to feel hurt, to shed a tear, Let your emotions be crystal

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In the journey of life, it's crucial to recognize and appreciate the kindness extended to us by others, each in their own unique way. Whether big or small, these acts of kindness contribute to the fabric of our existence, and it's essential to express gratitude.In this interconnected world, it's also wise to place trust and expectations in a higher power, be it God or any divine force one

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Amid life's busyness, we often find ourselves dedicated to nurturing the well-being of others. Like diligent gardeners, we water the plants in other people's lives, ensuring they bloom and flourish. Yet, amidst this altruistic endeavour, there's a tendency to overlook the garden we call our own.The metaphorical concept of tending to our own garden is a powerful reminder of the importance of

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In days gone by, a friend so dear,  Brought joy to life, made everything clear.  With smiles that shone, like sunshine's gleam,  And laughter, a melody, a joyful dream. But then a change, a mystery unfolds,  His smile faded, his laughter in cold folds.  Quiet and sad, no words to say,  He turned away, drifted far away. Your laughter, a song I miss so much,&

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Dear friend, you are so talented, divine,  Your baking prowess, a gift so fine.  The brownies you just made, perfection's embrace,  Out of this world, a sweet celestial grace. The yummiest brownies ever, a taste so rare,  One bite and I'm in heaven, floating on air.  Super amazing, each chocolaty delight,  A rhapsody of flavours, a culinary flight. Keep

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Dear friend, a heartfelt request I send,  Our friendship, like a torn page, on the mend.  Recall the moments, joy in the air,  Tea and brownies, a bond we used to wear. You brewed tea, skies heavy with gray,  Brownies baked, brightening the day.  In the chaos, when burdens grew,  You refreshed my spirit, my anchor true. Alone now, stirring tea feels

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In a world torn apart by war's despair, Where bombs fall, and hope's a rare affair. Running for life, each dawn unsure, In shadows of fear, where dreams obscure. Yet, in my mind's haven, a special place, Close your eyes, join me in this space. A garden green, by a peaceful lake, With the one I love, a sweet escape we make. No harsh words here, just kindness flows, Clouds painting stories

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