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HOW MY JOURNEY BEGAN? UPCLOSE AND PERSONAL

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How My Journey Began?

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Hello Folks!🖐

People often ask me how I began my journey of writing. So, today, I will tell you how it all began. Let’s start.

I have always found expression in one form or another. Being creative and sensitive, I always sought refuge in painting.https://www.behance.net/sabahataamir

And in doing so, poured my heart out on the canvas. But I always felt that something was lacking and I was not able to communicate myself.

This, I witnessed on different platforms when people used to ask me the meaning of what I had drawn/painted. I had never liked the idea of explaining a painting.

It’s more about the feelings, and emotions associated with that piece. And I want the audience to experience and interpret it. And tell me what they think.

And frankly, most people in Pakistan don’t understand creative work, let alone the biases they have associated with a certain school of thought.

Anyway, all this has never stopped me from achieving what I want.

To keep moving and communicating better, I started exploring platforms where I could write and explore my skills.

Back in 2015, I came across a media agency, where I had the opportunity to write on the topic of Terrorism(PIC quoted above).

My article was published in Sunday Times, Pakistan.A turning point in my journey of freelancing.

Trusting my guts, I didn’t continue with the media agency and did not pursue further with them.

The overall experience had given me enough know-how on the working environment for a female writer.

I was utterly disgusted with the mentality of the people working in the media industry. I went in solitude to work on skills, I thought would aid me in the future.

So, I invested in myself in different fields and after a few years, I was mentally prepared and more mature to enter the field of writing.

It is then, I developed a WordPress website and started experimenting with the acquired skills on it. I started in 2019 and from that day onward, I have never looked back.

In my journey, I meet amazing people on a day-to-day basis and I have learned a lot from them.

I am indebted to them for what they have taught me along the way. They have proved to be the rightful well-wishers.

Am open to sharing my knowledge with everyone and not for once do, I think about competition or any of the sought.https://www.sabahataamir.com/?s=The+secrets+behind+content+writing

And look forward to like-minded people who can add value to what I am doing and want to do. And learn more if needed and as required.

Life is a blessing. Make the most of it and enjoy the blessings as they come along.

Think about it. Until next time, stay safe and Healthy.

A Happy New Year to ALL!

Happy Reading Folks!👩

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JOURNEY OF THE SOUL;UPCLOSE AND PERSONAL

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JOURNEY OF THE SOUL;

UPCLOSE AND PERSONAL

Hello Folks!

Today, I will share with you the life story of a woman who went through many struggles in her life to be the person that she now is and from whose blogs, you take great inspiration.

It’s a journey of the soul. So let the curtains unveil.

Born in a family of four siblings, always treated lesser, based on skin tone and intelligence, a forceps delivery, as I was told was the reason for my being the way I am. I weaved a castle of imagination around me.

I lived in that imaginary world where I was a hero and made an impact on society.

I had to struggle to fit in with my surroundings and the school at large. Low in confidence and always being bullied by the better, posh, and popular lot.

Still determined to prove myself one day.

I was still my father’s favorite. He loved me despite my looks and intelligence and I loved him selflessly.

As I grew older and took interest in subjects of my liking, I began to excel in my studies and finding like-minded people like me who saw my capabilities and not my flaws.

All my childhood, I suffered from comparisons and not being good enough but my innate nature couldn’t be changed that is spreading happiness around and helping ones like me, I could in my own way.

Even at this time, at the age of 43, people who I call family, say mean things to me. My family (blood bindings) whom I have always put first then my own family (husband and children).

Have tried to keep them happy, still off and on, have been blamed for the embezzlement of money, and other mean things, just because I take care of my old father.

Most of the time, I listen to them just thinking, maybe I am living in my fathers’ house with my family for my father gives everyone the right to treat me that way.

My children often get emotional and angry saying that why don’t you tell them what you tell us? Why can’t they just leave you alone? Next time so and so khala (aunt)does this, we will tell them.

And I always tell them that it is bad manners and Allah is looking and He will take care of them.

They too suffer because they see their mother suffering at the hands of her loved ones. Though children, they want to say things to them but then think about how, I will feel, stop and take their distances.

I can’t erase the harsh talk out of their minds and let them think all is good. They have to face the bitter reality of life, only to be stronger in the future.

Off and on there have been times where I have desperately felt the need of being independent and telling everyone that I am not dependent on them or their mercy.

Many times in my life, I have fallen and got back again on my foot, thinking about what kind of life I want for my children.

I can sense the dejection going into my children. They were not brought into this world to go through the demise, I am going through.

I want them to have a smooth life and am willing to make/making the necessary sacrifices for their good future.

We have just one life and we have to utilize it to the best of our capabilities. I want to utilize all my talents, help other people along the way and show them a beacon of light.

The purpose of this blog is to motivate the fallen souls who think that being born in a good wealthy family is a privilege. Well, folks, it’s not.

Some learn it the easy way and some learn it the hard way. The more close we are to our basics, the easy it is for us to excel.

One is a prince or princess till the parents are alive as after them or when they themselves are dependent, you are no one’s prince or princess, not even your husband owns you.

You and you alone have to make this difference.“Thinking is the talking of the soul with itself”https://www.brainyquote.com/topics/soul-quotes.

My journey of the soul is an ongoing journey and I have traveled a long way to reach this point now, from what I was 5 years back to the new version of me now.

I have come a long way, learned a lot from like-minded, transformed a lot with mentors, and groomed a lot with the help of sincere and honest friends and readers like you.

Life is not a bed of roses. It never has been.

Struggling, yet determined woman on the run to make a difference in the lives around me and those who look at me in infancy.

I am a wife, a daughter, a sister, a mother, and to many an influencer, a challenge who is changing the way of thinking at large.

I say what I think is right and practice what I believe is right. I don’t do comparisons, am not judgemental. I am the same person for all, whoever approaches.

Being an empath, I can feel what others can’t say because I go through the same feelings every day by connecting to people. We all have a purpose in this world.

My purpose is to ease other people’s life. And make them want to live their life constructively.

I am no counselor, just a human being who understands a multitude of emotions, a good friend, and a listening ear.

As an individual, I would recommend all the fallen angels suffering from meanness find a source you can, use as catharsis, your life will change. It changed mine.https://www.sabahataamir.com/catharsis-2/

As humans, let’s help each other to come out of their shells, have a voice and be productive in meaningful ways.

Think about it.

Until next time, stay safe and healthy.

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THE BLAME GAME; UPCLOSE AND PERSONAL

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THE BLAME GAME

UPCLOSE AND PERSONAL

Hello Folks!

Recently, I have been going through a lot of turmoil regarding the online classes and the problems at hand. Today, I aim at discussing these problems, the Blame Game, and the suffering party. So let’s start.

The foremost problem that students are facing online is regarding I.T issues. Even the most competent lot has failed to understand basic issues related to I.T; let alone the teachers.

How hard is it to turn on a simple computer and apply the appropriate software to the system? What are the so-called big systems installed in school doing in this regard except blaming each other regarding the responsibility?

The second problem that students are facing online is the lack of delivery regarding lessons. I won’t deny the fact that people who have been teaching all their life face to face find this mode of delivery rather difficult but trust me guys it’s not that difficult. You just need to get the hang of it. There is a way to everything if one has the will to do it.

Our children have proved this by grasping the new modes then why can’t the deliverers do the same. There is no insult to learning something new. At the age of 43, I am learning each day from my children, surroundings, and like-minded people. So can you.

The third problem that students are facing is the biases on part of the teachers. All students deserve attention and no single student should be sidelined for your meaningless biases.

The fourth problem that students are facing online is regarding the explanation of a topic. Research is good no doubt but even to research children/students need concepts. Without explanation, you can’t expect a student to write a Research paper. So stop giving video links in the first place rather, start explaining.

The fifth problem that students are facing is the blame game. Every time a student account is locked, the one responsible doesn’t take the responsibility rather the vicious cycle begins of blaming; switching from one department to the other.

And in this whole blame game who is the sufferer? Not the schools. It is the students who suffer each day. The institutions are getting their share in the form of fees. Why should they even care for the loss a student has to go through?

And Lastly, the problem that students have to face is the wrath of the teachers who are exposed at the hands of students for telling the truth. It’s a shame such teachers bring on the whole community of teachers/Educationists.

Dear Institutions, it is not COVID that is to be blamed. Rather it has always been your attitude due to which the endless number of students have suffered as well as their parents who are just clients to you.

Of all private schools, The CITY SCHOOL is, unfortunately, the worst institution, I have found so far. All corrupt to the core. The more you try to analyze, the more darkness you will find within. It’s too late for you to even think about it as you are at a point of no return.

May God Almighty help you and ease the pains of the sufferer.

Happy Reading.

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JOURNEY OF THE SOUL;

UPCLOSE AND PERSONAL

Hello Folks!

Today, I will share with you the life story of a woman who went through many struggles in her life to be the person that she now is and from whose blogs, you take great inspiration.

It’s a journey of the soul. So let the curtains unveil.

Born in a family of four siblings, always treated lesser, based on skin tone and intelligence, a forceps delivery, as I was told was the reason for my being the way I am. I weaved a castle of imagination around me.

I lived in that imaginary world where I was a hero and made an impact on society.

I had to struggle to fit in with my surroundings and the school at large. Low in confidence and always being bullied by the better, posh, and popular lot.

Still determined to prove myself one day.

I was still my father’s favorite. He loved me despite my looks and intelligence and I loved him selflessly.

As I grew older and took interest in subjects of my liking, I began to excel in my studies and finding like-minded people like me who saw my capabilities and not my flaws.

All my childhood, I suffered from comparisons and not being good enough but my innate nature couldn’t be changed that is spreading happiness around and helping ones like me, I could in my own way.

Even at this time, at the age of 43, people who I call family, say mean things to me. My family (blood bindings) whom I have always put first then my own family (husband and children).

Have tried to keep them happy, still off and on, have been blamed for the embezzlement of money, and other mean things, just because I take care of my old father.

Most of the time, I listen to them just thinking, maybe I am living in my fathers’ house with my family for my father gives everyone the right to treat me that way.

My children often get emotional and angry saying that why don’t you tell them what you tell us? Why can’t they just leave you alone? Next time so and so khala (aunt)does this, we will tell them.

And I always tell them that it is bad manners and Allah is looking and He will take care of them.

They too suffer because they see their mother suffering at the hands of her loved ones. Though children, they want to say things to them but then think about how, I will feel, stop and take their distances.

I can’t erase the harsh talk out of their minds and let them think all is good. They have to face the bitter reality of life, only to be stronger in the future.

Off and on there have been times where I have desperately felt the need of being independent and telling everyone that I am not dependent on them or their mercy.

Many times in my life, I have fallen and got back again on my foot, thinking about what kind of life I want for my children.

I can sense the dejection going into my children. They were not brought into this world to go through the demise, I am going through.

I want them to have a smooth life and am willing to make/making the necessary sacrifices for their good future.

We have just one life and we have to utilize it to the best of our capabilities. I want to utilize all my talents, help other people along the way and show them a beacon of light.

The purpose of this blog is to motivate the fallen souls who think that being born in a good wealthy family is a privilege. Well, folks, it’s not.

Some learn it the easy way and some learn it the hard way. The more close we are to our basics, the easy it is for us to excel.

One is a prince or princess till the parents are alive as after them or when they themselves are dependent, you are no one’s prince or princess, not even your husband owns you.

You and you alone have to make this difference.“Thinking is the talking of the soul with itself”https://www.brainyquote.com/topics/soul-quotes.

My journey of the soul is an ongoing journey and I have traveled a long way to reach this point now, from what I was 5 years back to the new version of me now.

I have come a long way, learned a lot from like-minded, transformed a lot with mentors, and groomed a lot with the help of sincere and honest friends and readers like you.

Life is not a bed of roses. It never has been.

Struggling, yet determined woman on the run to make a difference in the lives around me and those who look at me in infancy.

I am a wife, a daughter, a sister, a mother, and to many an influencer, a challenge who is changing the way of thinking at large.

I say what I think is right and practice what I believe is right. I don’t do comparisons, am not judgemental. I am the same person for all, whoever approaches.

Being an empath, I can feel what others can’t say because I go through the same feelings every day by connecting to people. We all have a purpose in this world.

My purpose is to ease other people’s life. And make them want to live their life constructively.

I am no counselor, just a human being who understands a multitude of emotions, a good friend, and a listening ear.

As an individual, I would recommend all the fallen angels suffering from meanness find a source you can, use as catharsis, your life will change. It changed mine.https://www.sabahataamir.com/catharsis-2/

As humans, let’s help each other to come out of their shells, have a voice and be productive in meaningful ways.

Think about it.

Until next time, stay safe and healthy.

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THE BLAME GAME

UPCLOSE AND PERSONAL

Hello Folks!

Recently, I have been going through a lot of turmoil regarding the online classes and the problems at hand. Today, I aim at discussing these problems, the Blame Game, and the suffering party. So let’s start.

The foremost problem that students are facing online is regarding I.T issues. Even the most competent lot has failed to understand basic issues related to I.T; let alone the teachers.

How hard is it to turn on a simple computer and apply the appropriate software to the system? What are the so-called big systems installed in school doing in this regard except blaming each other regarding the responsibility?

Our children have proved this by grasping the new modes then why can’t the deliverers do the same. There is no insult to learning something new. At the age of 43, I am learning each day from my children, surroundings, and like-minded people. So can you.

The third problem that students are facing is the biases on part of the teachers. All students deserve attention and no single student should be sidelined for your meaningless biases.

The fifth problem that students are facing is the blame game. Every time a student account is locked, the one responsible doesn’t take the responsibility rather the vicious cycle begins of blaming; switching from one department to the other.

And in this whole blame game who is the sufferer? Not the schools. It is the students who suffer each day. The institutions are getting their share in the form of fees. Why should they even care for the loss a student has to go through?

And Lastly, the problem that students have to face is the wrath of the teachers who are exposed at the hands of students for telling the truth. It’s a shame such teachers bring on the whole community of teachers/Educationists.

Dear Institutions, it is not COVID that is to be blamed. Rather it has always been your attitude due to which the endless number of students have suffered as well as their parents who are just clients to you.

Of all private schools, The CITY SCHOOL is, unfortunately, the worst institution, I have found so far. All corrupt to the core. The more you try to analyze, the more darkness you will find within. It’s too late for you to even think about it as you are at a point of no return.

May God Almighty help you and ease the pains of the sufferer.

Happy Reading.

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