Rambles from a girl who loves exploring, reflecting and Biryani
In the lap of the magnificent monument stands the museum that takes you to the alleys of history. From models of the Gandhara civilization to history's greatest migration, the museum covers it all. The displays left me in awe whether it be the graceful carts of Jinnah or the shining Mercedes Pullman S600, that served later presidents.
Know that Al-Jabbar can mend your bruised heart. He will neatly stitch all wounds, trust Him, He knows the art. He is your Rabb, the Loving, the Mighty and the Wise. He’ll surely get you out of darkness into light. Don’t let the demons tell you otherwise. Yours, A Muslimah in Her Twenties
Growing up in Karachi, I have seen a variety of cultures from Quetta to Kashmir. The bazaars sell everything from Sindhi Ajrak to Peshawari chappals. The bustling food streets have everything from Lahori paye to Kashmiri chaye. The Lok Virsa Heritage Museum looked philosophically similar to Karachi as it housed all shades of Pakistani culture under one roof.
True love is sacred and human hearts are too stained to keep it. Every soul aches for a love like that but it is impossible for a human to love another human this way. True love needs extreme selflessness and sacrifice which only Someone free of need can afford. Hence, it is only Al-Ghani (The Perfectly Independent) that loves His slave truly.
A major blow was the ‘samosa chana chaat’. A Karachite can hardly digest an Aloo Samosa placed right in between of a plate of chana chaat. That’s really unfair to the chaat, to be honest.
The ache for Karachi has accompanied me even in the busiest of cities like Istanbul. However, staying in the guesthouse with NO WiFi (yes you read that right) was a true pain. As my 3G signals went down so did my mood.
The Alien from Karachi 