Sunday, 6 September 2015

Pakistan; Honouring our Fallen

(Disclaimer; none of these photos belong to me)

On this day, the 6th of September 2015 we look back on a day, unforgettable in the history of our nation. To day we celebrate the Golden Jubilee of our victory over India in 1965. Many martyrs were born in the war and today we pay homage to them.

These men willingly gave their lives so that we may live as we do today, a free Pakistan. A Pakistan on the road to bettering itself as a country, as one united brother hood, as one united nation. When I ponder over this day, long before I was born, I ponder over the fallen heroes of a time gone by, a time when my countrymen laid down their lives with the dream of a country where it's citizens were a committed people, one people.

I was standing in front of Fatimah Jinnah Park this morning, and at 11:30 I saw the first plane, a Mirage III blast over the horizon. The sonic boom that followed shook the very earth that the crowd stood on.

My father was snapping pictures as the Mushshak looped and barrel-rolled in the sky.

There was cheering as a formation of JF-17 Thunders appeared on the horizon. Looking at pictures of the planes later, I remembered a diary I kept when I was about 10 years old. The cover of the execise book actually commemorated the joint creation of the JF-17 Thunder with China.

 The last, but truly the best part of the show was an army helicopter carrying 6 men beneath it. As we were driving away, we saw paratroopers, their shoots red and green trailing red and white smoke as they floated down from the sky.

It has always been Pakistan's practice to honour our Shuhada', as we did so today. We remember these men with a mixture of fondness and a fiery passion. A passion that we should remain committed to improving our country, that these me should not have died in vain.

Saturday, 5 September 2015

Pierce the Veil

I'm not too sure who reads my blog, but before I begin, I'd like to say to you; You are the face of change. There. I said it.

"No matter what people tell you, words and ideas have the power to change the world."
- Robin Williams

We live a cruel, harsh world. A world in which many of us are no better than animals. We are the sheep of the media, dancing to the tune of a hidden flute. Very few of us pierce the veil, very few of us see what's really there. I read the news, I go on the internet and very rarely do I ask myself, 'Is this true? Is it really?' When I do ask this, I also wonder why didn't ask this question before.

                             They say the camera never lies, but it does. Eveyday.

Wherever you are, the news lies to you. I ask you now, have you heard of a country called 'Israel'? You probably have. Do you know what's going on there? What's really going on there? You probably don't know. Chances are you'v heard that the 'Israeli government regularly kills Palestinians in self defense' I ask you; is this self defence?

If that doesn't break your heart, you haven't got one. The simple truth is that the Israeli army isn't an army at all. It's a force trained to be heartless. They're murderers. Would you justify the killing of a child in your own country? I don't think you would. If you wouldn't, then why do you justify the massacre of millions of children outside your country? Are their lives cheap? Is their blood cheap?

This child was murdered. Did you know?

If you didn't, there's something wrong with the media telling you how Justin Bieber wore pink pants and not how a soldier killed a child.

"Stand for what you believe in even if it means standing alone."
- Andrew Dennis Biersack

I don't want you to like me, I just want you to think.
Pierce the Veil.
See what's really there.

The Creature

I've always loved to be different, and recently I've become more and more into the Goth-Punk subculture. When I first started dressing like a crazed demented psycopath, I really wasn't sure where to buy my accessories. Unfortunately it took me a while to realise that I may not have had to spend a cent. To help you with your fashion journey, I thought I'd do a series on how to DIY your own fashion ensemble.

Essential No. 1


All you really need for these are some of those cheap T-Shirt material under-sleeves. You have a few options; you could rip them creatively, like these awesome ones here:

Or, if that's not hardcore enough for you, you can put safety pins all over them too. Here's one I made myself.

Becoming B.A
(Boscoe Alan Baracus)

I've been dubbed 'The child of B.A Baracus'. I layer the bracelets and rings. My family hates it. I love it.

No, you say to yourself. I don't look like that. I don't wear that much. I don't look that threatening. One day you will look in the mirror and have an epiphany. About two things;

1. You do look like that.
2. You don't mind.

Here's my take on the punk B.A look

I have a denim waist coat, which, if you're going for the Baracus, is a must-have.


I like to get a little Wanda Maximoff with my rings. The trick is rose-gold pinkie rings and a lot of eclectic metals.

Gunmetal and huge skull rings look great too, if you like the biker look. Just pick what works best for you.


A must have of every punk; spikes. Spikes, spikes, spikes. It becomes an obsession. I cannot resist passing up anything spiky anymore, much to the consternation of my family. Here's why I'm a bit of a black sheep;


I don't wear any outrageous makeup, but here are some gorgeous looks if only for inspiration


The one piercing I would really love is a septum nose piercing, but, since I'm underaged I have to wait till I'm 18.

Other piercings include shark tooth piercings-on the lower lip, in the same place as your canines-, canine piercings-on the top lip, in the same place as your canines-, jestrum piercings, bridge piercings, etc.

For those of you who would love piercings, but are underage, here are some great alternatives;

And if these are too girly or hipster for you, don't worry! There are loads of other, more taseful ones out there. I just couldn't dig up any good pics. Shops like Lovisa, Accessorieze or Claire's may have what you're looking for if you know what to ask for. It's all a matter of luck. For instance, I got a huge set of gunmetal earcuffs from Lovisa for a song. You just have to keep going back.