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ستم گر تجھ سے ہم کب شکوۂ بیداد کرتے ہیں

  ستم گر تجھ سے ہم کب شکوۂ بیداد کرتے ہیں ہمیں فریاد کی عادت ہے، ہم فریاد کرتے ہیں متاعِ زندگانی اور بھی برباد کرتے ہیں ہم اس صورت سے تسکینِ دلِ ناشاد کرتے ہیں ہواؤ!! ایک پَل کے واسطے ِللہ رُک جاؤ وہ میری عرض پر دھیمے سے کچھ ارشاد کرتے ہیں نہ جانے کیوں یہ دنیا چین سے جینے نہیں دیتی کوئی پوچھے ہم اس پر کون سی بیداد کرتے ہیں نظر آتا ہے ان میں بیشتر اک نرم و نازک دل مصائب کے لیے سینے کو جو فولاد کرتے ہیں خدا کی مصلحت کچھ اس میں ہوگی ورنہ بے حِس بُت کسے شاداں بناتے ہیں، کسے ناشاد کرتے ہیں نہیں دیکھا کہیں جو ماجرائے عشق میں دیکھا کہ اہلِ درد چپ ہیں، چارہ گر فریاد کرتے ہیں اسیرِ دائمی گر دل نہ ہو تو اور کیا ہو جب کہیں وہ مسکرا کر جا تجھے آزاد کرتے ہیں کیا ہوگا کبھی آدم کو سجدہ کہنے سننے سے فرشتے اب کہاں پروائے آدم زاد کرتے ہیں ہمیں اے دوستو چپ چاپ مر جانا بھی آتا ہے تڑپ کر اک ذرا دل جوئی صیاد کرتے ہیں بہت سادہ سا ہے اے کیف اپنے غم کا افسانہ وہ ہم کو بھول بیٹھے ہیں جنہیں ہم یاد کرتے ہیں (سرسوتی سرن کیف)
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Title: Out of School Children Waiting for a Savior

  The challenge of bringing the enormous number of out-of-school children to schools and reducing dropout rates of school-going children seems ungovernable like the price hikes in the country. The Pakistan Education Statistics (2016/2017) data show that there are currently 22.84 million Out of School Children (OOSC) in the country, and the share of Gilgit – Baltistan is almost 70,000. Besides, the world Bank has estimated a million more children, mostly girls are at risk of dropping out of schools. Consequently, the number may soar from 22.84 to 23.84 million in just one-year time. Additionally, a significant number of children might drop out of private schools, because a cumulative total of almost ten-months fee bills are overdue. As of today, we do not see any significant initiative being taken to improve the quality of education and dealing with the issue of OOSC.     It is the right time to remind the current government of its promises that appeared in PM Imran Khan’s inaugural s

Visit to the Neelem Valley

Our team headed by the Executive Director (ED) Ms. Sonia Saleem headed towards Neelem Valley of Azad Kashmir. The way to Kashmir was really adventures and our sense of adventure was tested when we were just about to reach Kohala Bridge, the driver of a crossing to Islamabad vehicle gave us a news that the road from Kohala to Muzzafarabad has been blocked. However, the news did not inspire us to abandon from our willingness to reach Kashmir (although he managed to convince his passengers though). Just after Kohala Bridge we were asked to use alternative route to cross the river again. For some reasons some of our staff members to cross the loose wooden bridge on foot, which is normal circumstances is considered quite dangerous, I salute their courage. After the bridge we traveled on a rough steep mountainous road towards Muzzafarabad and we traveled 9 kilometers to cover a distance of kilometers on Islamabad Kahsmir highway.     We stopped for a lunch at Neelem Valley view Hotel hos

Gulmit today

 Are we prepared to manage CHANGE? This is how Gulmit looks like today it is the landscape that has changed so drastically there are other things like the socio - economical conditions that shows a different look. In some cases people have grown up quite nice relationship but in some other cases relationships have turned quite negative. I found tension among some people who think they oppressed by the others during the distribution of relief (money and goods) . As the landscape will be never the same again so I am afraid will be relationships among each other. I observed never friendships formed and old one broken

A wonderful person uncle Gul Aman

The great uncle Gul Aman  was a very nice man and would love being with youth all the time because of his love for sports. I don't ever remember any local tournament in which he was not sitting in the stadium, without him being a quiet admirer and critique we would feel incomplete. He was very fond of volleyball and used to play with us although he did not like what it is called "smashing" but he would love "shooting". I remember the day when I was also a student of volleyball (and used to scolded by Ghullam Baig) he introduced a new style of hand and wrist movement. The first day when I saw the style it so deeply inculcated in me that the whole night I slept with my hand holding in his style. One day we were playing a football match against some team of Hunza he came running to me in the half time and told me that if I keep the same slow pace as in the half time he will kick me out of the ground. I was so touched by his emotions shown that in the next half was