Gosh I have heard so many stories on this topic that it just boils my blood every time I think of it. :o
Sorry K_A for going offtopic like that but this happens to be a very sensitive issue amongst desis and I don't even see it getting resolved any time soon.
No problem. Just keep giving you input that's important.
kisi nay tu kuch soocha
barysh kay pehlay qatray ke zxaroorat hoti hey
baqi sub ho jata hey 
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One thing that really bugs me …I know this comes from the Indianification of muslim values by being a part of hindu culture for sooo long…is that after a woman becomes a widow…its more like she has to stay like that for the rest of her life.Or agar admi becomes that…He marries asap…giving reason"for the sake of the kids…bah! get a maid..
..Its like zindah sathi karte hain women ko!
Where is the following of Islamic teachings there?
thats not so ture.
I my self have attempted to marry a widowed girl. Very pretty girl. I was doing things when she got married. Then I heard her husband died in an accident. And I was little settled. I ask my sister about that girl. And found out she was already married.
I was little late:mad:
Now that is simple a rare occasion.Or KA why do I tend to read…you keep on getting to the right place late:smack:…Gharhi ka naam sunna hai:D
But really I am talking about the society in general. I Have personally said to some people that why don’t you wed the girl off..and the answer I got was"ase nahi kehte".One thing is I guess if the lady has kids or that if she is in her susaral..I dont know…I just have personally seen that and I don’t like it a bit.Its so unfair from the woman’s perspective. The guy gets the “new” girl asap…
story of my life!
story of my life!
Rewrite it now.."ITs NOT too late!!!
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lol
by the time I write it That will be too late.
hehe
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Then Better get to it right NOW ..hurry:D
These posts remind me of this song by Chris Daughtry…Its not too late, its never too late:cb:
Its not over is the songs name:D
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ummm larkiyoon ki shaadi ke ilawa b kuch sochna chahiye:phati: aur appropriate age pe sochna chahiye.pakistan main logon ki betiyan 12 saal ki hoti nahi ke unhein shadi ki tension lag jati hai.
ps:
i know i am smart
In my humble opinion women need to be taught more about their rights given to them by religion-especially in rural areas. Equality it seems is undermined in some areas based on class, family opinion/education etc. Women need to be taught about Islamic rules so they can teach future generations.
I would also see more women being encouraged into education-free educational facilities for the poor need to be improved.
Widows should be given training in a skill they can use to support themselves e.g. sewing rather than having to rely on their families who are not always able to help them.
I'd like to see women being saved from sexual abuse-the help available to them is next to none-this needs to be addressed.
Alliyah
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^^ very true Alliyah and i think women should educate there sons on how to treat women correctly,
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@princess1983
^ hmmm
very interesting. Very practical.
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Nice sharing Princess...it is so true. We need to make women realize of their rights given to them by Islam N i belive if followed n respected by everyone these rights can bring prosperity in lifes of women.
In pakistan, women are still struggling for their rights be it equality in modern ways or islamic ways. Even women living in big cities of pak struggles for their rights inheritance against their families which try their best to eat up their daughter's or sister's part in inheritance!.
You talking about Pakistan ???
That third world terrorist country where they treat sheeps sameway as they treat women ? Oh may God, what a hell.
BIG TICKET: Crime Smalltime
BIG TICKET: Crime Smalltime -DAWN Magazine; October 12, 2008
(Dated Oct 12, 2008)
You keep saying the police should do their work! But when they do, you say why are they doing their work!
I was near an intersection and the traffic signal had just turned ochre. There were quite a few cars behind mine.
After all, that’s how it is! But then, my car brakes had recently developed a problem causing them to skid. So, instead of a sudden stop, I speeded up to get across, but the signal had already turned red. I managed to get across safe and sound. Suddenly, a police car came from behind, beckoning me to pull over.
“Oops!” I was confident. Well, I’d been pretty good at talking myself out of such situations. It was 9:30pm and the holy month of Ramazan hadn’t ended. I told the policeman the story related to my brakes and said, “I had to do it to avoid a skid!” But he didn’t buy that. So, I started another… “You see, I’ve come back to Islamabad after two years and there was never a signal at this point.” He didn’t buy that one either.
He said politely, “You can see a signal light from a long distance! Show me your licence!” I showed him my recently acquired computerised driving licence obtained from Karachi. He kept it and gave me a ticket worth Rs500. “He mumbled something about paying up at any National Bank and then getting the licence from Khana Chauki… I drove off into the darkness, all my euphoria of my lovely iftar dinner with a friend at Islamabad club vanished into thin air.
“How will I do all this?” I asked.
“Don’t worry. I know how to do it all. I was with papa when he went through it last week,” said my daughter. And I remembered my husband having had a similar experience.
“Well, you keep saying the police should do their work! When they do you say why are they doing their work,” said my daughter.
Next day we got up all set for our ‘adventure’. The crossing at Zero Point is different too. Anyhow, my daughter guided me to the National Bank at Aabpara. She told me the policeman had been wrong, its not ‘any’ National Bank, its one particular bank in Islamabad. And it’s at Aabpara. But to park our car there was a nightmare. I finally parked, but a driver said my car could be picked up by traffic police. He pointed to a row of cars across, where I finally found a place to park.
We entered the bank. It was packed with people. I hate crowds and started looking for oxygen, while my daughter said, “The place stinks.” I told her to stop putting her dupatta on her nose.
But some sweet men looked at us and offered us to go to the front of the line. The man at the counter immediately obliged us. We were outside the bank within minutes.
“Don’t you dare call them stinky men ever. The sweet men gave us their turn to help us. Where in the world would you find men like these? They are absolute gems!”
Back to the road crossing with the scary traffic, and we were in our car. Now where? The police chauki. Well, my well-informed daughter Waliya, had it all clear. She guided me to the police chauki which was near Zero Point. We trekked down a path that I loved, as I love trekking. There, too, some men allowed us to cut the line. But to our surprise the policeman told me my licence was at another police post. As it turned out, my husband had probably got his ticket near that post. I got it elsewhere. Now I had to find the way to it.
By now it had become hot. Thank goodness my car had air-conditioning. We had nothing better to do. This whole operation took a lot of time. Paying up for a ticket and getting the licence back is a full day assignment!
Finding Khana Chauki was another story. It’s next to the Faizabad Chauk on the National Highway on the right side of the road, if you are going towards the airport. So you’re left with no choice but to take a U-turn. As we stopped at the red light I asked a beggar where Khana Chauki was. A young man in the car said, “I’ll tell you, just follow me.” I gratefully followed him.
But it turned out, I followed him too far. Now what? I couldn’t do the whole round all over again. So, I got into a cordoned off portion of the under-construction road and reversed about 200 yards between stones to the point nearest the chauki.
We parked our car right in the middle of the road and crossed the road towards Police chauki next to the highway. We were the only women among all the male drivers who were there to collect their licences.
As usual, all the gents asked us to go inside the office and get our work done before them. Gosh, all Pakistani men are so good to women. Anyhow, we were back with my licence within minutes.
I shall never go through the red light again!
RESPECT...
i see, lack of respect for women these days...
boys say, larkiyan khud apni respect nahin kerwateen, esi larkiyan, wesi larkiyan, but i say, PLEASE, her insan ko apni qabar main jaana hai, aur siwae amaaal ke, kuch saath janay wala nahin, lihaza, do not see what others are doing, see what YOU are doing, and what can YOU do... so jo ho raha hai, jese ho raha hai, let it happen, aur apni jannat banaaen, please, keep on respecting women!!!