Baba ap ne ye hi kaha tha Jab bhi tum dar jao guriya Zor se mujh ko awaz lagana Neend agar na aye tum ko Cheekh k mujh ko phir se bulana Bhai agar thora bhi dantay Kehna baba atay hon ge Baba maine yehi kiya tha Zor se cheekhi Awaz lagai Cheekh k un sab ko bhi bola Baba dekho atay hon ge Phir na tum ko choren ge Hath mere tum choro ab Baba tum ko maren ge Lekin baba… Ap na aye
Bhai na aya Koi na aya Khoon bhi nikla Maar bhi khai Lekin us zalim ko baba Mujh per zara bhi tars na aya Dekhen baba ap ki Zainab Khoon me lutput, khamosh pari hai Puch rahi hai logon se Aay is mulk k rehne walon Khud ko Muslim kehne walon Ye Hawa ki beti kab tak Hawas ki younhi bhent charhegi? Kachre k dheron per milegi? Kab tak younhi soug rahega? Kab tak beti bojh rahegi?
The mysterious death game “Blue Whale” also called as “Blue Whale Challenge” has become a sensation these days. The game based on alternate reality (mixture of reality & virtual reality). Some people believe these are just fake rumors whereas some believe it to be true. This game isn’t new, it dates back to 2013. It was released in Russia with “F57” a leading social media registered death group of the VKontkate social network. VK is a popular Russian social networking site. There used to be an online pressure group with the name of F57 on VK social network which had depressive, self-harm & suicidal content. Many teenagers joined that group & it kept gaining popularity within such. The 1st case of suicide was reported in 2015 in Russia. Mother of Rina Palenkova – the 17 years old deceased girl wanted to know the reason of her suicide. She started investigating her social media accounts & contacted some professional social media investigation agencies who found out that the girl was an active member of F57 & she shared depressive content on her VK profile via the F57 online community. Rina got to know about the game “Blue Whale” from the same group. She has posted a status saying “goodbye” & her photo on her VK profile before jumping in front of a train.
It was later discovered that more than 130 Russian teenagers committed suicide due to this group & game. This group has been put down now.
Philipp Budeikin, a 22 years old Russian formerly a psychology student is said to be the inventor of this game who had been a victim of child abuse in his childhood. In an interview he said, “There are people & there is biological waste. Those who do not represent any value for society. Who cause or will cause only harm to society. I was cleaning our society of such people. It started in 2013 when I created F57 [online] community. I’d been thinking through this idea for 5 years. It was necessary to distinguish normal people from biological rubbish.” He calls the players of this games as biological waste who is happy to die.
The game has killed so many teenagers so far. Moreover, this game is not publicly available. The administrators strictly control who can gain access to it. Recent reports suggest that the admins identify their victims & send them the link via social media, which once opened on their phones or computers copies every single data from their devices to the administrator’s & also tracks the victim’s location & activities.
What makes youngsters self-harm & even kill themselves?
The game consists of 50 tasks, .i.e. 50 tasks for 50 days. The tasks in the beginning of the game are easy & interesting. As the levels proceed, the tasks start to become more tough. The administrators of the game provides a new task everyday at 4:20 a.m when the mind is at it’s weakest. The tasks are to be performed on daily basis. A photo or video recording is necessary while doing the given task, since the curators see the photo or video, also they have the access to the player’s phone where they get to see the way those tasks are performed. Once the game is registered, it has to be played & completed. In case, someone denies to perform the given tasks they are sent threat messages by curator. Even the players are told that they’ll kill their parents & family. Therefore the players are forced to play the game even if they want to leave & they end up killing themselves. According to the statistics teenage girls have been effected the most.
According to an international newspaper, Budeikin the ringleader of the Blue Whale game had been jailed in July 2017 in Kresty Jail in Saint Petersburg Russia where he is being held for 3 years for inciting young people to kill themselves.
The dilemma is constant whether imprisonment of the master mind of this suicidal game will actually bring this death game to an end? Or will this continue to spread like wild fire & take lives of more teenagers?
IMPORTANT POINTS FOR ALL:
Similar games like Blue Whale have been created named as, “A Silent House, A Sea of Whales, Wake Me Up at 4:20, Popcorn Carnival.”
Do not click any link(s) sent to you on whatsapp, facebook, twitter or any other social media. Even if the link is sent by a friend.
Parents should keep an eye on their children & their social media accounts & their gadgets & the games they are playing.
If you find anyone playing this game, immediately seek attention to it & report the case.
There is no shame in asking for help. If you feel that you are being attracted to this game or you feel like playing this game, talk to someone about it. You need counselling.
Sucide Prevention Helpline Number for Pakistan created by Sukh Chan Club: 042-35761999
We hear too much & we listen too less but we all know about the labour day. Today it is Labour Day, a day of an economic class which earns hand to mouth to meet their daily expenses. An economic class that earns hardly $2 & is the lower middle class of any economy. But is the celebration of labour day justifying the holiday granted to these people? Or do we have any other alternative? Can we think of what could be done instead? Leaving the answering of these questions unto you, it is very important for us to know what a labour day is, where did it come from & why is it celebrated universally.
The day, 1st of May which we mark as a labour day is basically celebrated in respect of labour strike by labours of Chicago. What was that incident about? The labours of Chicago blasted a dynamite on police against their brutality towards labour class during a strike of Haymarket riot. As a consequence 8 policemen died while 8 random labours were convicted without any proof of charge. Subsequently the news got viral & all of the world’s labour class protested in favour of the rally labours who were striking for their rights. Every year on May 1st the labour continued to strike in remembrance of their community. The day was then declared as a labour day on 1891 by National Congress Party.
The purpose of labour day is to realize the hardwork of labour class & appraise their existence as an integral part of economy. Mamnoon Hussain the Presisent of Pakistan delivers in his address to the Nation news. He says, “This day symbolizes the strength & character of the Pakistani workforce & its devotion & commitment towards making our country a prosperous & progressive nation in the world.” It is very important for all of the classes of any country to recognize the importance of labour class & appreciate their existence as a backbone to economy.
In a nutshell, the labour class of any country is as important as that “kaam wali or maasi or driver” in all the houses without whom the home cannot even think of surviving. This does not make one look lazy or irresponsible rather having a labour working side by side gives a psychological fulfillment. On this labour day instead of uploading big status on social media showing sympathies for labour, let’s thank our maasi, our rackshay wala, our sabzi wala, our pappa ka driver, our maali & all other labour that works for our ease.
HAPPY LABOUR DAY TO ALL OF YOU!
FAMILY THE WORDS CRAFT SALUTES LABOUR ALL AROUND THE WORLD 🙂
She feels she owes everyone a eulogy for Mahnoor’s passing away, Sammar writes, “Mahnoor’s relapse was discovered only 2 days before she was due to return to LUMS to continue her studies & while last time she did not shed a single tear, this time she wept inconsolably. Regardless, she was admitted & she fought to her last. A cycle of chemotherapy left her depleted of her immunity & her lung contracted pneumonia. She was admitted to the ICU & then put on ventilators. She survived for 10 days then. Her lungs collapsed first & then organ failure happened & finally, a cardiac arrest took her life. I know that she fought till the end for when my father excused himself when asked to sign the ventilator consent form, I got to spent minutes in private with her. I told her what was happening & that she had to fight a little longer.”
Lying there gasping for breath, she gave me a thumbs up. She fought but then the fight became too much to ask of any human being.
“What can I tell you about Mahnoor? For once I am at a loss for words. She was like that… She could render the gushing of the river to silence. Her laughter was loud, her emotions intense, her personality was extreme. Her charm was her polarity. Her laugh could set birds to flight & her temper could ebb lightening. She was smart & intuitive & before the diagnosis, she knew she had cancer & before reports, she knew she had relapsed. What can I tell you about that girl? She was magic with the frame of a fawn & the strength of 10 men. She fought for what she believed & acquired everything by pursuit & not by privilege.”
She bore the burden of this infliction with grace & dancing at her cousin’s wedding she did not look cancer-stricken.
“She endured the side affects of treatment with ease & confidence. Her goodness & sense showed in her reclusiveness & she was the beloved of God. She was my baby sister… Our little Mahnoor! This day all I hear is white noise & nothing anyone says makes sense. I can only hear the rustle of poplars at Kakul Road & the din-din of cars. But any words of sense I can not register. Sometimes I go to your whatsapp, hoping to catch you like I would when you would not reply. Sometimes I call your name to hear how it sounds to the ear but all I can hear is ringing. I know it will get better. We will learn to endure. Your parents are happy your suffering is over but they miss you. We all miss you. You have been coming to me in my dreams sometimes asking about Shahmeer & sometimes telling me to feed the fish.”
I hope you are not lonely. I hope you have met Abu. And I hope you are together happily forgetting the pains you have both endured.
“But remember us. We are sick with grief. Your parents are sick with grief but they’re trying to be brave like you. You are the bravest person I know. It has been an honor to know you. Meri jaan! Mera bacha! Who used to come to me and talk about the things you could say only on the opioids they gave you for pain relief. When I would tell you the way of the world you would say ‘No Sammy, I want to know what you think. What is your opinion?’ & that made me feel so special. Mahnoor all our childhood flashes in my mind in a vague blur & when I see your friends, I feel your presence amongst them laughing with your mouth open & clapping your hands.”
I wish you could know how the entire world took your story so personally & wept for you.
“I wish you could know how much you are loved. I wish you could tell Shireen that it’s okay. That she is still a hero for giving you her cells. I wish you could tell Daud & Ismail, how brave they are. I wish you could kiss Baba & Ami goodbye. Your Versace noir still lingers in the air. It is a smell we will never forget. I wish you could tell Ami every little thing that bothers you & not bear in silence. I wish you could tell Yousuf that our suicide squad is still intact but most of all, I wish you know how special & beautiful and magical you are. Shahmeer asks about you every single night & he still prays you will get better. I don’t know how to tell him his favorite is gone. I will miss our late night movies & foodpanda. I love you my dearest, darling. You are my child. I wish you could still root for Tender Heart. Your friends come to see you every day & they came to say goodbye, just like we all did. I guess it’s goodbye. You will forever live in our hearts. I wish we meet again someday.”
Mahnoor, wherever you are, I hope you’re happy and peaceful.
“Snuggling with me under the blankets you told me you did not want to die but you have left nothing incomplete. But there is one dream that you dreamt the past 1 year, of a cancer foundation to fund treatment of poor cancer patients and we will see that to completion. I promise we will see that many cancer patients have the privilege that you did. We will never forget. Please meri jaan, don’t ever forget!”
P.S. Don’t forget to say prayers for Mahnoor, Sammar & their family along with every patient & their loved ones who have undergone the terrible trials of Cancer. May their soul rest in peace. Aameeen!
Also, pray for the SHIFA of all other patients who are suffering from any sort of disease & fighting for their life. May Allah bless them with a healthy, happy & long life. Aameeen!
I woke up at 7:30 a.m. thinking, this day might be same as other days where I follow my regular routine. But I had no idea that this day was about to be different & I was about to encounter too many questions that I never thought of before.
Anyway following my daily routine, I had my breakfast & left for my university. My best friend Ayesha seemed upset. I asked her the reason for being so low. She told me that her father lost his job & her whole family was upset. His father was a hardworking & honest employee. Lost in the conversation, she asked me “Why Allah (S.W.T) did this to me & my family? We never expected this to happen. Have we done anything wrong?” Looking at the grief in her eyes, I had no words to say. I kept starring in her face & said “Put your faith in Allah (S.W.T). He will give you your answers soon.”
Later that day I was looking for my another friend Uzma, who was my senior. I borrowed a novel to read from her few weeks back. I had to return it to her. I kept looking for her & I could not find her. I decided to go to her friends to inquire about her. I met some of her friends & asked them about her. They said that she left the university as she was unable to pass the exams & she decided not to waste any more money on this. Though she was a bright & studious student but she was unable to understand the business subjects. Listening about Uzma, another question popped up in my mind, “Why Allah (S.W.T) did not help her despite her hard work?” Students who cheated in their exams passed. But the one who never cheated & worked hard, failed. She was capable than many other students of her class. Hearing about Ayesha & then Uzma, made me upset. I could not get them off my mind. I had so many questions in my mind & no one to answer those questions.
Later that day, in the evening, my mom asked me to bring her a glass of water. Lost in my thoughts, I went into the kitchen & switched on the button to turn on the light. The light did not turn on. I waited for like 5 seconds. Then I realized, I pressed the wrong button, that is why the light did not turn on. And suddenly, I felt like I got all the answers to my questions.
Life is a dark room that either brightens up or becomes even more darker as we take decisions about different things happening in our life. When we make wrong choices, we never get fruitful results. No matter how long we wait & pray, but something that is not meant to be ours, never becomes a part of our life & we never fit in. In many cases waiting is worthwhile, but not all the time. After a suitable time of trying & waiting we have to move on & find the button that is meant to brighten up our life. Mistakes are for learning. Wrong choices of past should never stop one from moving on & making the right choices. Once after making the wrong choices one should not stay at the same place in the darkness, in fact move on, searching for light.
It has been 6 months now, Ayesha’s father found a new job which is far better than the last one, with more monetary as well as non-monetary benefits. Uzma is now enrolled in a law university & she is topper of her university. It seems like failure did not stop them from moving on & they found the right buttons.
So the moral is, failure is not the end. Stopping & not trying new things is the real failure. Keep moving on & trying. After sadness there is happiness. Never let failure or your fears stop you!
“SO VERILY, WITH THE HARDSHIP, THERE IS RELIEF!” (Surah Al-Nashrah, Ayat: 6)
I was watching a cricket match in the ground. But today I saw something new. On the corner of the ground I saw 2 kids sitting with a box. I love noticing & observing different things. Noticing these 2 kids from a distance for a while, I decided to go to them.
I went there & asked: “Who are you? I have not seen any of you here, before.” They said: “We are brothers & this is our little shop. We used to keep it in front of the gate of our house but there are not enough sale that is why we thought to come here because of tournament & for the sake of increasing our sales. I asked: “How much you have sold here?” They said: “Not a single rupee yet. No one is coming to buy anything from us.” I asked: “Do you study?” The young brother said: “Yes! I study in grade 2.” The elder brother said: “I do not study, because I keep holding this (little shop) in front of the school.” I asked: “What does your father do? How many brothers you are? The younger one replied: “My father does nothing. He can not even move due to paralysis. We are 4 bothers. 2 of my brothers are younger than me & my elder brothers is here with me, he also works on different shops for the sake of bread winning.” I asked: “How much you sell on daily basis & how much do you earn from it?” He replied: “300 to 500 daily & that earns 50 to 70 rupees.” I asked: “Do you save money?” They said: “Yes, sometimes. Not daily. Hardly 10 to 15 rupees for emergency use.”
After all this conversation, I told to them that I wanted to capture their photo along with their little shop. But they turned their faces the other way.
On the way to my home, I was thinking about them. Their sad eyes & gloomy faces could not get off my mind. I was wondering that how good, responsible & hardworking they are at this age. They work hard to support their family & to fulfill their needs at an age when they should be playing & studying just like other children. While we are so insensitive & careless about such people around us. There were so many people in that ground, but no one even bothered to look at those 2 kids who were waiting for someone to come & buy something from them. We are so much blessed & busy in our lives that we do not even bother to look at people who literally fight hard for little things in life that we are already blessed with. We should be thankful to God for everything we have. We need to take out some time for people who are underprivileged & share their problems & help them. Because happiness increases by giving.
“Remember that the happiest people are not those getting more, but those giving more!” – H. Jackson Brown Jr.