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  A story of brains, common sense and presence of mind

It’s a long time back story when people led simple life and helped each other.

Amina was a teacher. After her retirement she planned to see the places she had taught in class for so many years. She went from one place to another and enjoyed to see the important sightseeing spots. It took her months as she walked on foot by and large.

She reached a small village Spin Kali in north of Pakistan. By the time she got there, she had finished all her money.

She had not eaten anything for 3 days so was very hungry. She had a small cooking pot that she carried with her everywhere. She cooked in it, ate from it and drank water from it. It was a multi-use pot. It was time she didn’t know how to kill her hunger.

She was a teacher—-so had brains and common sense both! Teacher is always a teacher!

Some passersby saw an old unfamiliar lady making a fire.

Without taking any notice of them, she put some water in the cooking pot from the nearby lagoon. Then she put some weeds and pebbles in the pot. The villagers who had seen her build a fire saw her cooking something while going back home. They stopped and asked her who she was and what was she cooking.

She replied politely; “I am making soup of pebbles and herbs. This soup keeps young and energetic driving old age away.”  She further said that; “it’s an ancient tasty recipe passed down to her from her ancestors.” Amina then dropped in a smooth, round white stone she had in her pocket into the pot.

Amina told the villagers stories of her travels and the exciting things she’d seen. As the soup warmed, tasting the soup told them that it was coming along nicely, but, “a bit of salt would bring out the taste.” One curious villager went into her home and returned with some salt for the soup.
A few more villagers stopped by to see what was going on. She asked for some carrots, onion or veggies to add to the already delicious soup. So, another villager brought handful of peas, carrots garlic and tomatoes to her.

Hearing about a weird lady making a special soup developed interest and excitement among people of that village. Amina’s outlandish stories fascinated the simple villagers.  Step by step Amina made them bring some meat, potatoes to make the soup more nutritious.

Finally, the soup was ready and everyone enjoyed the tasty meal prepared for them from just pebbles, weeds, veggies, meat and other items. Thus she herself enjoyed the soup along with others.

Her stories and common sense made people friends with her. They welcomed her to stay as long as she wanted to in their village.  She stayed there till she breathed her last. She educated children and adults. She groomed their personalities. She also opened a school for children under a huge ancient tree. The name of the school was decided and chosen by all students and teachers. Our Future
she changed the outlook of the village and brought productive changes. She also educated the women and taught them many skills to live, love life respectfully. She’s still remembered with great respect and love

Working together, with each of us contributing a bit, we can be successful.

Samar Minallah Khan @SamarMinallahKh Anthropologist & Documentary Filmmaker. MPhil in Anthropology and Development from the University of Cambridge, UK, Asia Foundation's Chang Lin Tien Fellow,

Samar Minallah Khan
Anthropologist & Documentary Filmmaker. MPhil in Anthropology and Development from the University of Cambridge, UK, Asia Foundation’s Chang Lin Tien Fellow,

Nida Sameer got her Masters in Mass Communication from Karachi University in 2001 and Young Development Professional Programme (YDPP) from NGORC (Aga Khan Foundation) Karachi in 2002. Afterward, she achieved another master’s degree in media and communications from School of Oriental and African Studies (SOAS), London, on a British Foreign and Commonwealth Scholarship in 2005.

Nida Sameer got her Masters in Mass Communication from Karachi University in 2001 and Young Development Professional Programme (YDPP) from NGORC (Aga Khan Foundation) Karachi in 2002. Afterward, she achieved another master’s degree in media and communications from School of Oriental and African Studies (SOAS), London, on a British Foreign and Commonwealth Scholarship in 2005.

Queen of Tracks’, success came with a price. “I never got anything from the government, I’m still living in Korangi, and I’m never leaving the area because that’s where I belong.

Queen of Tracks’, success came with a price.
“I never got anything from the government, I’m still living in Korangi, and I’m never leaving the area because that’s where I belong.

Me a woman

History portrayed me as failure

At times dust, at times wilderness

Rebuked me, thrust aside me

Each day disgracing ridiculed me

But like moon and stars on horizon

I kept getting higher each day

Like the jumpy surfing waves

Kept surpassing seashore’s ebb

Like ambition grow and bloom

And new good spirits blossom

My aspirations swiftly boom

To keep elevating to the skies;

While you endeavored to sever me

And to bow down my being at thy feet

Like running down tears, to beseech

While fondness for beauty was there,

You remained petrified of my elation;

Thou tried to dig up my past happening s,

Remained unacquainted of my present;

Thou crushed my heart ironically,

Burnt my soul with your sniping glance

Killed me from first to last by hatred;

Intensity of malice and disrespect

My prudence and spirit decided to

Bury grief, woe, anguish, fear and gloom

There and then only;

Attiring in the robe of compassion,

Tread on the path of love;

I breathe today with a new vision

New hope new horizon—-

I am the woman!

Life is an opportunity given to satisfy the hunger and thirst of the soul regardless of any gender!

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Have you ever thought about the important role your feet play in our daily life?

I’m serious. On face value, our feet touch the ground whenever we are standing, walking or running, and they are extensions of the legs, which help move us. But our feet are much more than that. After all, they are the foundation of our body, which means keeping our feet healthy can help keep us healthy.

Foot problems are one of the most common health complaints. The high incidence of foot problems is understandable given the fact that there are 26 bones, 33 joints, 112 ligaments, and tendons, nerves, and blood vessels in the foot. It’s even more coherent when the weight of the body is considered. The force of the body weight borne by the foot increases roughly 1½ time during walking and up to 3-4 times during running. Add in 10,000 steps during a typical day while wearing ill-fitted shoes possibly, and it’s a wonder one’s feet are willing to get out of bed the next day.

Not all feet are created equal. To tell what type of foot one has, one can get the bottom of the feet wet, stand on a paper bag, and check the outline of foot. If a lot of the foot between the heel and forefoot can be seen, then one has a flat foot.

 1. Flat Foot pronation

  • This is typically a flexible foot, providing decreased stability during walking.
  • If this person’s shoe is placed on a flat surface, the shoe may tilt inward.
  • Related problems include metatarsal stress fractures, plantar fasciitis, Achilles tendonitis, patellar pain, and hip pain.

Proper Shoe

  • A flat foot benefits from a motion controlshoe – a heavier, less flexible shoe. This limits excessive inward motion and helps stabilize the foot which is typically too flexible.
  • The heel counter(the area surrounding the heel) is very firm to squeeze, providing stability in the heel
  1. High Arched Foot supinator
  • The high arched foot tends to be a more rigid, less flexible foot with more weight borne on the outside part of the foot.
  • Less shock absorption occurs in the foot.
  • If this person’s shoe is placed on a flat surface, the shoe may tilt outward.
  • Problems seen with this type of foot include stress fractures in the tibia or femur, Achilles tendonitis, and plantar fasciitis.

Proper Shoe

  • A high arched foot benefits from a cushionedshoe providing shock absorption. This reduces the amount of impact transmitted upwards through the legs.
  1. Neutral Foot neutral
  • This is a more desirable foot structure. The neutral foot therefore provides a combination of shock absorption and stability at the appropriate times during walking or running.
  • An even wear pattern on the shoe sole is expected with a minimum of calluses.

Proper Shoe

  • The neutral foot benefits from a stability shoe, which provides both cushioning control.

Sport Specific Footwear

If one participates in a sport three times a week or more, it would be beneficial to purchase footwear designed specifically for that sport. For instance, playing basketball requires a stiffer sole for running and good cushioning for shock absorption from landing jumps. Runners in general require additional shock absorption. Court sports and sports like soccer, rugby, and Ultimate Frisbee require footwear providing good lateral support for the frequent and quick change of direction.

Flip flops

Wearing flip flops is very popular during warmer months. In most cases flip flops are not good for the feet. For someone with flat feet, flip flops provide no support. For someone with high arches, many flip flops have minimal cushioning. Prolonged standing or walking in flip flops will often, over time, cause the onset of pain in the feet, ankles, or further up the body.

Hence friends take great care of feet as they are the ones who take us everywhere to see and enjoy the beautiful nature Allah created for us


There was a beautiful orange and golden butterfly.  Beautiful black dots added more charm to it. Its beauty was gripping

The Butterfly was very selfish, cruel and stone hear-ted. It used to gasp the fragrance and sweetness of beautiful flowers.

One fine day on a peaceful morning, the butterfly flew as its daily routine in search of flowers.

It saw a garden which was full of flowers .The selfish Butterfly felt very happy. It started flying from one flower to the other. The butterfly saw a beautiful pink rose with diamond dew drops on its soft velvety petals. The butterfly had never seen such a lovely flower before.  It said to itself “Oh! What a divine flower it is!”  It didn’t sit on it.  The butterfly postponed it till next morning.

Next morning it went again. It hovered around the flower all day.

The flower observing its madness asked,

Flower said: “Oh! Cruel Butterfly, why don’t you gasp my sweet scent?”

Butterfly: “Oh! Beautiful divine rose! I want to become pure like you.” It was in love with that beautiful rose. It decided to propose the rose the next morning.

Next morning, very happily flew to meet its love.

But someone had plucked crushed and thrown it on the ground.

The Butterfly sat near the dead body of its lovely rose

the broken heart Butterfly cried utterly and said …………!

“Oh! Beautiful Rose …. I truly loved you. Beautiful Rose you will be in my heart till my heart stops! Oh! Beautiful Rose I love you forever!

The Butterfly was in deep grief.  It couldn’t bear the woe. It died. The sky also shed tears. It rained heavily on lovers’ dead bodies.

Butterfly and Rose met in the Heaven.


Listen to the broken heart’s veiled sadness

I’m silent! Listen to the voice of my silence

Do listen to the sheen‘s rhythm in darkness!



Though I have no relation with you

Have not any vow or bond with you

No any promise or any connection

Having no hope and no expectation

 You aren’t held responsible of me

You aren’t even dependent on me

As you belong to some other land

And I’m inhabitant of other the land

Your views are different from others

My outlook vary entirely from others

You’re not mine, not in any way

Why then do I feel that———–?

Without you, my being is incomplete

تجھ سے میرا کوئی رشتہ تو نہیں

کوئی بندھن کوئی وعدہ تو نہیں

کوئی پیمان ،کوئی ربط نہیں

کوئی امید نہیں،آس نہیں

تیرا ذمہ نہیں میری ہستی

میرا مرہون نہں تیرا وجود

تو کسی اور نگرکا باسی

میں کسی اور جہاں کی مخلوق

تیرے افکار جدا ہیں سب سے

میرے اطوار الگ ہیں سب سے

تو میرا کوئی نہیں، کچھ بھی نہیں

پھر بھی جانے مجھے احساس ہے کیوں

کہ ترے بن میری تکمیل نہیں ۔۔۔۔

رضیہ سبحان


Time’s days and years passing by daily

Wake up my reliable beloved, wake up!

Open and envision, dreamy drowsy eyes

Let go the enjoyment and classy styles;

Let flow the tears of shameoff weary eyes,

Care for the time, running against you,

Envision the lost and gone astray prospect s

Give thy ears to  echo of gone by prospects

 Bear the agony, grief and sham by serenity

Keep serene and prudent, say not a word;

Get up to rejoice glum of slumbering aim,

Rise up to chant the elegy of love’s fatality,

You think you die and thence be relaxing?

It’s mere fake perception of imagination,

Beware my beloved, there’s else cloaked;

To be peaceful after death is just fantasy

Life is a sleep here, death is awakening

Urdu version by Razia Subhan

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Miss Contractor served the school from 1969 as Vice-Principal and from 1974 as the Principal. She came to the school in 1936 after taking her B .A Examination, as a very young lady-teacher. She was a very proficient teacher and executed her duties regularly, loyally and conscientiously. She completed fifty glorious years of dedicated services to the school – an evidence to envy!

She embodied the spirit of The Mama School, a spirit which is alive and well acknowledged throughout the world.

After my husband’s sad demise I needed some job to earn my bread and butter.

Fortunately one of my friends asked me apply in Mama Parsi as there exists vacancy for teachers.  Hence I did. I was interviewed by Miss. Contractor. After exchange of formal questions she asked me; “Are you Zionist Mrs. Rauf?” I said, “I’m sorry I’m not.” What she said was a compliment or what I am still lost! She said smiling at me, “Come on Mrs. Rauf, you are so honest and straight forward, you can’t be a Muslim”

I was speechless.

Then for three days she observed my way of teaching. Her remarks about my teaching were very upbeat and encouraging. I still have the remarks written in my old diary. (I wrote her remarks about me, myself as every time I read it gives me pleasure and strength)

I learnt so much there. It was first time in Mama’s history that I took my class to Dr. Ruth Katharina Pfau’s Leprosy Centre. I wanted to teach my students practically the value of health and to be grateful to almighty for blessing us with health joy and all what we need. Children had taken gifts for leper patients and also cash for donation to the centre. It was appreciated by Dr Pfau and Dr. Zarina FAZEL Bhoy. Dr. Zarina also had nice talk with the Mama’s students. It was their life time experience.

Every day in Mama was a valuable experience of my life. The  heaps and variety of flowers I used to get every day by students showed their love giving me more energy and strength to be dedicated to my profession.

One day we came to know that miss. Contractor was absent from school as she had broken her collar bone. She slipped in Metro pole Hotel while going inside to attend a conference.

She was at school early morning the next day with her arm in sling.

She was above 70 then. It was just unbelievable to see her sign with the same hand. There was no shaking or any dissimilarity in her signature.

I requested her to allow me to kiss her hand as I was so moved and impressed with her dignity, sincerity and professionalism.

She was truly a lady of substance. She had worked with the great lady, the sister of Quaid e Azam, Mohammad Ali Jinnah the Founder of Pakistan, Miss. Fatima Jinnah Poonja.

I feel honored to have served Mama Parsi School.

Though Miss Mani Sheriar Contractor is no more in this mortal world but her services will be much regarded and always remembered.



Mr. Balouch with his grandson———– with his beautiful family

What I am going to share today is a long time back true happening.

I was working as Headmistress in a school. Let me write the name of the school so any teacher or student in that period reads will remember it.

Mr. Dost Mohammad Balouch (late) managed the school transport and looked after the school accounts after he brought children to school. He was a man of substance. He was very dutiful, witty, devoted and respectful jolly fellow. Nobody ever saw him worried or frowns on his forehead. He was a friend of one and all. He had a friendly smiling face. Everyone was his friend and he very cooperative with everyone.

The owner of the school, Mr. Maroof Ali Khan, was a man of principles, composed, serene and caring farsighted man.

The school had good repute in the whole area. Baloch sahib was very punctual and dutiful. He never got late to school neither he grumbled at parents if they didn’t pay his fee on time.

He had a very compromising nature. He made the environment pleasant with his prompt witty answers and light jokes. He had a family of one daughter and 3 sons. His children were well mannered obedient and outstanding students. The entire family was very courteous and civilized.

Years passed working together.  We were all like a family. We shared relief and grief with each other.

One day he brought children to school like daily routine in his coaster van, his children also attended their classes as usual. Nothing strange or noteworthy was there in his behavior. Baloch sahib smiled as his was born with a smiling face. Nobody knew that his father had died the night before and his dead body lay at home. Baloch sahib did his duty religiously like always. After dropping the children back home after school closed, then only he informed Maroof sahib, the owner. Maroof sahib was all care and concern with him.

We came to know about it the next day. This act of his dutiful and loyal nature impressed us all. He was a commendable man.

Baloch sahib attended every happy or sad occasion of known and unknown equally.

One gloomy night he had gone to offer prayers for his deceased parents. His daughter Sadaf was very dear to him and she too loved and cared for him dearly. She called him to know how long he will take more to get home as it a religious feast in their home and every one waited for him to celebrate. Balouch sahib replied that. “My dear I’ll be with you within 10 minutes.”

Minutes passed, but, he was nowhere. After a short while Sadaf received a call from some person saying that Mr. Balouch met an accident. His sons rushed to the hospital. Mr. Balouch lay in emergency department. He had a wound at the back but his face was relaxed and calm as ever.  He had passed away when his children reached hospital. Doctors announced his death.

A very humane human treaded to the highway to heaven within no time. His good nature will always be remembered. People like him are rarely born.

May his soul rest in eternal peace!

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